Magic Reindeer Food

The kids and I have been making Magic Reindeer Food as part of our Advent calendar for years now.  At first, the food was a mixture of old fashioned oats and glitter.  Then, I learned how dangerous glitter can be for animals or small children when ingested.  From then on, we made our reindeer food with only edible ingredients.  Of course, oats are still part of the mixture but instead of craft glitter, we use edible glitter like red and green cake sprinkles.

This year, we added a few more ingredients to make it more like trail mix.  After all, those reindeer have such a long journey and they’ll need the extra carbs and sugar to that fuel flight.

Emmalynn, Allana and I had fun searching through the pantry for snacks the reindeer might enjoy.  Along with the oats and edible glitter, we added raisins, dried cranberries, Peanut Butter Cap’n Crunch, Corn Flakes, peanuts, gum drops, mini marshmallows, Cheerios, pumpkin seeds and wasabi peas.  Wasabi peas might seem like an odd addition, but I thought the reindeer might like a little heat on the way back to the frigid North Pole.

After we combined our ingredients, we poured the mix into Ziploc bags and added the how-to poem.  This printable Magic Reindeer Food poem tag can be found here.

On Christmas Eve just before bed, the kids, Auntie Simone and I will sprinkle the Reindeer Food in the yard.  Of course, we always leave carrots for the reindeer next to Santa’s cookies and milk too.

30 Days of Giving 2011

30-Day Giving ChallengeFor the third year now, I participated in the 30 Days of Giving Challenge.  The act of giving may not seem like a challenge, but it actually requires quite a bit of scheduling and planning.  Even with all the planning, situations pop up to cause a bump or two on the road to giving.

Some gifts are simple, like a mailing a card to a loved one.  Some things require more work, like preparing a meal for friend.  In the end, no matter how small or big, it’s the thought that counts and that gesture means so much to someone else.  The smallest gift can have the biggest impact on others.

“No act of kindness, however small, is ever wasted.”  – Aesop

Our gifts

    • Donated canned goods to a food drive.
    • Donated items to Goodwill.
    • Recycled my old running shoes to benefit the homeless through Fit Niche.
    • Filled shoe boxes for Operation Christmas Child.

    • Brought gifts to a local animal rescue shelter.
    • Dropped spare change in the Salvation Army red kettle.
    • Donated items to Toys for Tots.
    • Bought a coffee for a frequent play date host in my moms group.
    • Sent coupons to a military base in Japan through Overseas Coupon Program.

    • Added a love note to my kids’ lunch boxes.
    • Planned a picnic lunch for my kids and enjoyed a “special” lunch together at school.
    • Planned a lunch date with hubby.
    • Baked cookies for the firefighters.
    • Volunteered at my children’s school.
    • Arranged guest speakers for the Great American Teach-In at my kids’ school.

    • Spent an evening with an old friend to catch up to give the gift of time.
    • Baked cookies for my running club and tossed $5 in the coffee fund.
    • Welcomed new neighbors of a 16 month old with a baby safety kit.
    • Sent a “thinking of you card” and Publix gift card on behalf of my moms group to a friend in need.
    • Mailed a set of hand drawn Angry Birds by Allana to Stacy Uncorked for Princess Nagger’s birthday.

    • Mailed a Thanksgiving card to my grandmother.
    • Mailed a get well card to my ill uncle.
    • Brought a home cooked meal to a friend at work.
    • Purchased meal vouchers for families in need through Groupon’s Feeding America program.
    • Sent $10 gift certificates to several friends via Restaurant.com’s “Feed It Forward” program.

Pssst!  Speaking of gifts….Don’t miss this one!

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Ten Years with Our Soul Sister

My first born child turned TEN today.

A whole decade!

When did that happen?

How did that happen?

Ten years ago, I cried happy tears when I held her in my arms for the first time.

Today I cried happy tears all over again, just thinking about ten years with our Allana Rose.

And I want to hold my baby tight again and never let go.

 

Happy 10th Birthday to our little Soul Sister, Allana Rose!

xox

Things I’ve Never Done

I am forty years old.

And I have never:

  1. Ran a 50K.
  2. Been inked, because I haven’t found a design that I can commit to permanently.
  3. Sexted anyone, not even my husband.
  4. Rode in a hot air balloon.
  5. Slept in Cinderella’s castle.
  6. Picketed in a protest.

     

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  8. Held a gun.
  9. Punched a clown despite feeling the urge to do so.
  10. Been tickled until I peed myself, but I’ve laughed until I cried.
  11. Broken a bone.
  12. Surfed or water skied which is a pathetic living in a state surrounded by water on 3 sides.
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  14. Driven across country.
  15. Visited Maine.
  16. Been arrested.
  17. Performed at an open mic night at a comedy club.
  18. Taken a belly dancing or cardio tease class.
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  20. Attended a drag queen revue, but my hairdresser promises to take me to one.
  21. Skinny dipped.
  22. Slit someone’s tires.
  23. Eaten duck or liver.
  24. Been horseback riding.
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  26. Received over 800 comments on any one post. Holy blogger love, Batman!

 

*This post was inspired by Mama Kat who stole…er…I mean… borrowed the idea from The Pioneer Woman.*
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Walking the Walk and Saving My Own Ta-Tas

Turning 40 this year was more than a milestone.  It meant I would qualify for annual mammograms.  Now, I would have to take action to save my own ta-tas with a baseline mammogram.

As protocol, I was told not to wear deodorant or lotions for my mammogram, but I didn’t know what to wear.  What clothes do women wear for a mammogram? Should I wear something pink?  Thank goodness I tweeted my questions, because I learned a two piece outfit (t-shirt and shorts) would be best unless I wanted to bare more than my breasts.

Fortunately, my OB office offers mammograms on site.  If I haven’t said it before, I’ll say it now.  I love my OB office, Partners in OB.  All the labs and screenings are done on site.  The staff and the doctors are simply wonderful and my technicians, Linda and Isabella, are no exception.  (Isabella was a fabulous babysitter and photographer too.)

Despite all the horror stories I’ve heard about boobies being flattened like pancakes, it didn’t hurt at all, but then that could be one benefit of itty bitty titties. Linda, the technician, eased my nervousness and explained the whys and hows of the images.  She said everything looked good, but my doctor would review the images and more may be needed, but not to worry.

And for being such an excellent patient screened during October, I was rewarded with a pink ribbon pin and a pen.

A few days before my mammogram, I read some staggering statistics.  One woman dies every 74 seconds from breast cancer.  For my children and my husband, I refuse to be that woman.

Breast cancer awareness means more than wearing ribbons and pink outfits.  It means more than running a 10K race.  It means I need to walk the walk and put my money where my milkies are put my breasts on a shelf because even tiny ta-tas need squishing saving.

Because I am the cure.

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Last Friday Night

I spent last weekend in Anna Maria Island with some pretty wild women great friends and like the past three years,  it’s been a fuzzy, fun-filled four days.   I’m sure photos will end up on Facebook soon enough to help me remember and explain how I got all these bruises.  “It’s a black out blur.  But I’m pretty sure it ruled.  Damn.”

*Image borrowed from Kelly Noel Photography.*

“Last Friday night
Yeah we danced on tabletops
And we took too many shots
Think we kissed but I forgot
Last Friday night”

Only 365 days until we do it all again.

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A Tangled Mess No More!

When my girls are due for a trim, Allana always begs me to take her to Sweet & Sassy for her haircut.  I adore the whole Sweet & Sassy glittery pampering experience as much as my girls, but on a tight SAHMom-on-the-run race budget, princess haircuts at Sweet & Sassy simply are not financially feasible for two girls even with discounts or specials.

 

But when I got wind of Sweet & Sassy’s Tangled haircut promotion for the release of the Tangled DVD, I rushed the girls right into the salon.  Any girl who donated 10” of hair to Locks of Love would receive a free haircut and style.   BUT, would my girls be willing to donate 10” of their beautiful curls for a good cause and a free haircut?

 

Even if my girls weren’t willing to donate their hair, I decided to still bring them into the salon to take advantage of the “buy one haircut, get a second haircut 50% off” deal and all the Tangled fun Sweet & Sassy was offering.

 

So when I picked them up from school and informed the girls about Sweet & Sassy’s Tangled event, Allana agreed to do it.  Her exact words were, “Sure.  I’ll do it. Wait.  How short will my hair be?”  Emmalynn wasn’t quite so willing at first.

 

Using a tape measure, I showed the girls the length of 10”of hair and approximately how much hair would be left after the cut.  Allana still agreed to do it.  Once Emmalynn saw the length in the mirror, she was ready to do it.  Her exact words were, “Oh!  That will look so cute!”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And boy did those girls ever look so cute with their new dos!  Later that evening, Allana told me she donated her hair in memory of Aunt June.  Her unexpected, unprompted gesture caught me off guard and really choked me up.

 

 

 

I am so proud of my beautiful girls and their generosity.

 

 

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Just Like Starting Over

Yesterday, I ran another 4 miles and I am steadily improving.  WOOHOO!

 

4 Miles

357 Calories

Ave Pace 13:39

Max Pace 9:27

Time 54:34

 

Today, I registered for the Women’s Running Magazine 5K.  I’ve got about a month to really improve and get back into the game.  Truthfully, it feels just like starting over.

 

When I began running three years ago, I could barely run a quarter mile.  My good friend and running partner, Lori (now a virtual running partner/coach since she moved away), convinced me to stick with it.  “Anybody can run,” were her words.  “Run a bit and walk a bit.  You’ll get there.”

 

Lori twisted my arm convinced me to train for the Turkey Trot 5K Wingding even though I only wanted to run the 1 mile Gobbler.  She told me about Cool Running’s Couch Potato to 5K plan and Hal Higdon’s Novice 5K Plan which made a 5K goal more doable and attainable.  Runners can walk? It seemed like such an odd concept.

 

By following these plans, a once non-runner became an OBSESSED runner.  I was hooked and the rest is history.

 

But then I became pregnant and at seven months I was too big and too uncomfortable for any walking or running or wogging.  My running days would have to pick up after the baby was born.

 

Now, it’s two months after the birth of Baby Run DMT and I’m slowly getting back into the groove in more ways than one.  With my training, I’ve had to revisit those novice 5K plans because there’s a whole lot of walking to finish 4 miles.  Last week, I could barely run a quarter mile without having to stop to walk.  This week, I ran a half-mile (maybe even farther) before I needed to stop to walk.

 

In the beginning of my running days, Lori advised me to walk the intersections of our neighborhood, which is great advice that I’m following again these days. A five to ten second walk to cross the road is just the break I need to pick up my pace.

 

Since I didn’t have a Garmin, I don’t know what my pace was in the beginning of my running days, however, I believe I finished the Turkey Trot 5K in 33 minutes. It would be great to finish close to that at the Women’s 5K next month.

 

In our phone conversations, Coach Lori encourages me once again, “Don’t worry. You’ll be back at your old pace in no time. You’ll get there.”

 

But I think John Lennon said it best. It’ll be just like starting ooooovveeerrrr.

Postpartum Countdown

I have two weeks until my postpartum visit with my OB.  When she visited me in the hospital, she advised me to take it easy. (This is the same doctor that advised me NOT to run the marathon pregnant.)

 

Can I do some yoga?

 

No.  You may unknowingly rip or pull something.  Give your body a chance to heal.

 

Can I walk?

 

I would not attempt anything until your postpartum check-up.

 

Then, Allan chimed in and asked “Bottom line, Doctor. When can she run again?  That’s the real question.”  (He knows me so well. :-) )

 

“I would wait at least 4 weeks before you run again and even then I would ease into it”, my doctor advised me.

 

This week, I hit the 4 week mark and I’m feeling closer to my old self again, except for the hamstring and pelvic muscles I pulled during the birth and honestly, I find that to be the most bizarre occurrence.  In three years of running (2 marathons, 3 triathlons and 4 half marathons), I’ve never pulled a hamstring muscle, but squeezing out an 8 lb, 10 oz  baby caused all kinds of muscle strain.  And just for the record, running a marathon is WAY easier than giving birth.

 

Today as I roll into the 4 week mark, I feel like walking to celebrate.  Unfortunately, it’s raining buckets here, so I’ll have to put off walking for one more day.  *sigh*

 

But truthfully, I’m really looking forward to running again after my postpartum visit in two weeks.  WOOHOO!

Musical Monday: Loverboy

One month ago I fell in love the moment I laid my eyes on little Liam for the first time.

 

 

Liam’s sisters had a similar reaction…

 

 

and constantly smothered their little brother with kisses. (They still do.)

 

 

Allana often says, “Liam is made of sugar, because he is so sweet.”

 

 

I may be bias, but I tend to agree with her.

 

 

But then I am so in love with this little man of mine that I call him Loverboy and I affectionately sing this melody from Love is Strange to Liam.

Baby,
Oohh baby
My sweet baby
You’re the one.

 

A mother’s (and sisters’) love is pretty strange special, just like our little Loverboy.

 

 

 

***Note: These newborn photos were taken by my fabulous photographer friend, Kelly Noel.***