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Kindergarten

I blame it on the emotion of this day, but I’ve lost all will to clean.

A friend from across the world came to visit me at 5:30 this morning. We wrapped up in blankets and drank coffee on the back patio because:

A) I didn’t want to wake up the kids
B) Our house was a disaster.

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I warned her via Facebook.

I’m not cleaning because I’m tired. I’m not physically tired (I’m getting adequate sleep and running enough to chase away lethargy), but I’m emotionally spent.

Sometimes, all the time I struggle with change.

Today, the kid who used to look like this:

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(Thanks to a former student for finding this picture in an old yearbook:)

Now looks like this:

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And is officially in Kindergarten.

I cried. A lot. Enough that I had to leave his classroom, go home and pull myself together and then return to school to finish filling out paperwork. I told you. Emotionally spent.

His report for the day?

“I like my teacher but there is going to be too much homework because she said we will have 12 quizzes everyday.”

I mentioned it’s Kindergarten, right?

I guess we’ll just be adding a stack of homework to the ever growing pile on the breakfast bar. My house will never be clean again.

Novel, but not great: yellow watermelon

There are some things in life that people only like because they’re novel.

Exhibit A: this vegeburger using a glazed doughnut as a bun.

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This was my mom’s dinner choice when we were in Santa Cruz last month. It shouldn’t surprise me that she ordered this as she’s also the lady who likes nutritional yeast on ice cream. I tried a bite. It was ok. Not gag-worthy, but not something that I’d order again. Novel, but not great.

Exhibit B: This dress (I hope).

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I absolutely H.A.T.E. (That’s me spelling because we don’t use the “h” word in my house) this style of ‘short in the front/long in the back’ dresses. I don’t even find this novel, but others apparently do and I hope the trend goes away fast.

Exhibit C: Yellow watermelon.

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I first saw this watermelon at the Walla Walla Farmer’s Market and I had to have one.

A) Because I always try to buy things at the market. I’ve learned the hard way that if you don’t buy things from Farmer’s Markets, the vendors don’t make money and then they stop coming and then the “Farmer’s Market” turns into a Mary Kay table and a lady who makes soaps that all smell of patchouli.

B) Because yellow watermelon! How cool is that?

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Before you drive between 30-300 miles for the WW Farmer’s Market, just to experience your own yellow watermelon, here’s the scoop:

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It tastes fine. It tastes like watermelon (shocker). It is very labor intensive because there are 1569 seeds and cutting the fruit into chunks worth eating took a lot of time.

Novel, but not great.

Exhibit D: I typically believe that Buzzfeed falls into the “novel, but not great” category but these Tips for Runners are brilliant. After my run today I definitely needed #’s 5, 14, and 19.

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And I gotta say, some of that yellow watermelon was pretty amazing following my 8 miles!

She & Him, 34/52

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A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2014

She: Balloon hat at Pineapple Pete’s shaved ice

Him: Discovering goggles

Cilantro Salad Dressing

There are pros and cons to having a family owned bakery walking distance from your house.

Pros:

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1. Fresh homemade bread anytime you want it.

2. Quick lunches without having to make something boring at home.

3. Free coffee. Enough said.

Cons:

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In case you didn’t catch the beauty the first time.

1. Fresh homemade bread anytime you want it (And I want it all the time. I eat a lot of bread.)

2. Too. Many. Doughnuts.

My parent’s bakery does a pretty good job of offering vegan options. You can get vegenaise on an avocado sandwich, a couple of their soups are vegan, and my mom makes these amazing “cinnadoodles” that are rarely in stock because even non-vegan people are addicted to them.

Salad dressings, however, are a problem unless you want Italian. I get tired of Italian. They make an amazing (non-vegan) cilantro dressing and I’ve been trying to imagine ways to veganize this dairy-based dressing.

As always, tofu to the rescue. (There’s a phrase you hear everyday, right?)

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I had a ton of cilantro leftover from my last salsa making extravaganza and I threw that into the magic bullet along with some silken tofu, olive oil, AC vinegar, garlic, cumin and salt.

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I realize I say this about 99% of my recipes, but it was so quick and easy!

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Unk C’s salad

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My mega burrito

Mom, if you’re reading this, you need to try this recipe at the bakery. Even Unk C, carnivore extraordinaire, liked it!

Also, don’t let me eat anymore bread…until next week.

Cilantro Salad Dressing

Ingredients

1/2 cup cilantro
4 oz silken tofu
1/4 cup olive oil
1 TBS apple cider vinegar
1 garlic clove
1/4 tsp salt
1/4 tsp cumin

Instructions

Combine all ingredients in a blender (vitamix, magic bullet) and purée until smooth.

Pour on everything.

Canning Peaches

This week has been weird for me. It’s possible that the Vicodin played into this. (If you’re new, I had a root canal on Tuesday. It wasn’t my best moment.)

But pain relieving medication aside, it was weird because for the first time in my life as a mom, Matty B went on a business trip and I stayed home with the kids.

Honestly, it was kind of surreal. After all, I’m typically the one in my power suit, heading out the door to conquer the world. And Tuesday morning, I was that mom in my yoga pants, kids spreading toast crumbs all over the breakfast bar, kissing Matty B goodbye as he headed out the door.

And it’s not like I’m a person who holds fast to “gender roles” (although I’ve never mowed a lawn and have recently banned Matty B from doing my laundry), but I just felt…weird. The stay-at-home mom. An unfamiliar, but not at all unpleasant spot to be.

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I embraced my role wholeheartedly (would you expect anything less?)

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I canned peaches! This was novel, not only for me, but for J Man who couldn’t get over the fact that we were “storing food for the winter.” When I tried to get him to try a bite of peach, he responded in horror:

“But mommy, if I eat the peaches now, what will we eat this winter?”

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Before you start to tell all your friends about how awesome I am, you should know that I’m blessed to have an amazing friend who could can peaches in her sleep and she came over and did all the work taught me how.

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3 hours and 3 lugs later (isn’t that a funny name for a box of peaches? A lug?), we had 21 quarts and a pretty sticky floor (but only around where I was standing.)

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I’m so excited to have “food for the winter.” And I just might be catching onto this stay-at-home mom thing. Now pardon me while I go and grind up some wheat for the bread that I’ll bake fresh tomorrow morning go to the store and buy a loaf of bread for toast.

Morningstar Berry Farm

I always have the best of intentions for summer.

Fresh local produce every day! Lots of salads! No inside playtime, ALL outside! Deep clean the house! Sit out on the patio and watch the sunset with a glass of lemonade!

And somehow I find myself buying broccoli from Mexico, by way of Walmart, eating too many pancakes and playing wii bowling inside my clean, but amazingly cluttered (why are there marbles everywhere???) house.

This summer, I got the raspberries right.

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For whatever reason, Morningstar Berry Farm just started their season of U-Pick raspberries. I gotta tell you, I was skeptical.

Isn’t raspberry season over? Would the bushes be picked over? Would they be soft and mushy? Or worse, dry and sour?

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My fears were unfounded. Well, my raspberry fears were unfounded. My fashion fears are all completely accurate.

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Yes, I am rocking a belly basket, the very uncomfortable sibling to the fanny pack. Thankfully I’d previously made scones for Matty B, otherwise he may have been on the search for a younger, belly basket-less lady.

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We picked just under 6 pounds for about $18 and a good hour of country livin’. Well, we tried the country livin’ part. Every raspberry that J Man picked was thoroughly inspected for bugs and he asked numerous times if he should wash them. We’re highly antibacterial people, apparently.

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The raspberries found themselves in some amazing lemonade, and I even tried my hand at some jam!

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My friend Gabby helped. I think she thought it was delicious.

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I hope it sets up!

Oh well if it doesn’t. I could call it raspberry syrup and eat it on the pancakes that I’m going to stop eating…

Tooth Trouble

I’m having a bad day.

There aren’t any pictures to commemorate this day because I’m grumpy and no one wants to see that.

There have been a few minor annoyances. My iPad was “broken” but then Matty B touched it and it was miraculously healed. Miss Rae ran over my (bare) toe with her bike tire and a big hunk of my toenail fell off. The bananas in the bowl are too green for my liking.

But the biggest problem?

Teeth.

My teeth, specifically. One tooth, more specifically. To give you all the details, tooth #3.

It’s a long painful story, but the moral of the story is:

Tuesday, August 19, 1:15 pm=root canal.

Before you start feeling sorry for me, you should know that I’m looking forward to this procedure because then I will be able to start recovering from this all encompassing pain.

A tooth seems like a very small part of your body, but this #3 tooth has affected every part of my life for the past 5 days.

It hurts to chew. My solution to this was to just not eat. This was a bad solution. Especially when I’m continuing to train for the 1/2 marathon and I barely made it through my seven miles on Saturday night. So, my running has been awful.

It hurts when I sleep=no sleep.

It hurts when I breathe. I’m still breathing, but I’m not much of a joy to be around.

I’m trying really hard to “blue sky” this situation and I’ve come up with 3 “positives”:

1. This happened on a week that I was already “off” work, so I don’t have to miss meetings or rearrange projects.

2. The kids are getting lots of quality time with grandma and papa because tomorrow will be my 3rd dentist appointment in three days. The kids are thrilled.

3. I have a newfound compassion and respect for people who suffer with chronic pain. I’m no baby. I’m a pretty tough chick (I think- shush, Matty B!) but to have constant pain for 5 days straight is absolutely debilitating.

On a somewhat related note, J Man has to get a cavity filled next week (what’s wrong with the tooth enamel in my family?) and I’m more nervous about that, than about my own root canal.

Any words of wisdom? Any tips for speedy root canal recovery?

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