Primal Instincts

Anyone who's been in my home since late May will notice one glaring deletion from my pantry. Grains. Of any kind. Yes, we decided to ditch the grains and go Primal after seeing the wonderful changes in energy, skin tone/texture and general shape from my dear friend, Cherie.

It was tough stuff in the first week, as we entered into the "carb flu" stage where your body starts wigging out about the fact that you're no longer pumping it full of the shit and toxins that it's become so used to. It's like withdrawals from drugs. I didn't have it so bad, but my kids were a mess. Luckily they pulled through with enough Paleo/Primal goodies. The changes in my family have been astounding.

1. The kids LOVE their veggies. Seriously, my boys will plow through a green salad with lettuce, spinach, tomatoes and carrots in no time. Broccoli, cauliflower, and cucumbers don't stand a chance when placed in front of them. (Corn and peas are out of out lives. Corn is a grain and peas/beans of any sort are not on the approved list of foods.) They still need some convincing when it come to asparagus, but c'mon....they're kids, not super humans! :)

2. The kids think that FRUIT is a tremendous treat! If I offer my kids an apple, orange, banana, grapes, etc for snack, they are ecstatic! And if I REALLY want to impress them for dessert, all I have to do is bring over a HUGE plate of strawberries, cut melons and pineapple and all of a sudden I'm the best mom ever! Of course they'd still devour a cupcake if given the chance, but they don't turn their noses up anymore at the sweet, natural deliciousness of any type of fruit.

3. The kids have all toned down their craziness and toned up their shapes. My kids were never fat, but they had a bit of kid chub on them. Skinny fat, yunno? Now my little guys look straight up strong. And the fits/freak outs are a lot easier to manage than in the past, you can actually talk them down from the ledge! In the past, once they decided to jump on the crazy train, they were unstoppable. Now, you can actually reason with them.

I'll post more benefits later, but I'm running out of time allotted for this post, so I'll share a glimpse of what my wonderful friend, Cherie, made for dinner while she was in town visiting us.

These bad boys are primal Spicy Bacon & Chicken Poppers and this picture has been borrowed from MarksDailyApple.com You can find the recipe for these amazing pieces of heaven here. They are so amazing, I seriously almost cried when I tasted the first one. One of the best things I've ever had in my life. Make them, now.

My friend, Cherie, is just so fantastic. I swear I try to copy her in everything I do, she's just a phenomenal woman. I've copied her in polymer clay, home improvement projects, beloved authors, the list goes on and on. But of all the things that she's every introduced me to, I have to say that I am most appreciative of this lifestyle. I've never felt my body run so cleanly, so efficiently as now. And my skin glows, my shape is slimmer and I am feeling a lot more even keel than in the past. Thank you a thousand times, mon ami!

How Does My Nook Look?

Welcome to my entry nook, cozy, huh? This is the spot where everything I'm meaning to get to in the immediate(ish) future gets put so that I don't just plain forget to do it. If I put stuff away, I tend to forget to get it done. Lists work great for me too...when I can find them. I am the queen of writing amazing lists, with time frames, budget projections, the whole nine. Then I promptly tuck my wonderfully organized masterpiece in a nice, wrinkle free folder and put it in a safe place I am sure to remember.....only to forget where such a safe place is. So, this unkempt nook method is not great, it DEFINITELY needs re-tooling, but it's kinda what I got right now.

So, you can see from the photo and my notations (aren't I fancy??) that I've got a real mix of projects going on right now. Some are mundane, like tidying up, and grocery shopping. Some are fun, like the water park and crafting. Some are downright painful, like paying bills and returning stuff. *SIDEBAR* I hate buying something that doesn't end up working out. Not only do I feel the letdown of seeing that my vision of beauty failed miserably, but it also adds another errand to my task list to return the item. I always forget too, even if I put the object in my car and drive directly to the store with the specific purpose of a return. If I have kids with me, they distract me with all the buckling, unbuckling, fight to get in the shopping cart, etc. By the time all that ruckus is finished, I've got laser vision for just getting my herd into the store safely and without screaming my head off in the parking lot to get it done. If I DON'T have the kids with me I'm so shell shocked at my new found and short-lived freedom that I forget (or just plain ignore) the fact that I've got a return. I mean, who wants to stand in a long, boring return line when I've got FREEEEEEEEEDDDOOOOOOOOMMMMMM!!!!! Not me. No way!

Looking at this picture, I'd swear I was a few vinyl records and a bag full of aluminum cans away from being featured on an episode of Hoarders. I really need to find a better system. Or watch a few more episodes of Hoarders so I can scare myself straight for a few more hours. I'll probably just get fascinated with other people's problems and fall to sleep on the couch with lots of resolve to change and then wake up to crying babies with markedly LESS resolve. I'm just being real. :/

Tune in to Nook Look next month to see what I got done!

If I tell you ONE MORE TIME!!!!

GOOD LORD!!! Today has been a day! Yesterday was a day! Hell, this has been a week! One of THOSE weeks, where the kids decide to test boundaries, barriers and mom's patience!! When my kids are at their best, they are seriously golden. So shiny and cute that I almost think I should snatch pieces of their DNA to start cloning them and giving those clones out to good families for the general betterment of the world. Well...except for the whole soap opera aspect of things where two of the clones who never knew they were genetically brother and sister might accidentally fall in love with each other, never finding out they were biologically related until too late. Broken hearts and in-bred progeny are never really a mother's dream for her kids, so it's good I didn't get my PhD and don't have ready access to any scientific labs. I'm sure I'd be one of those crazy docs who acts first and thinks later, never assessing the downside of the experiment until AFTER my skin turns bubbly green and my hair falls out from drinking my magic elixirs. Yeah. Ok, anyhow....

Then days like these happen and I'm slapped into the reality that these poor children have MY DNA in them as well, which means they are predisposed to tempers, stubbornness and the occasional bout of kooky behavior. Poor babes, they never had a chance! Anyhow, the 3 year old boy is taking a cue from all the middle children in the world before him by acting out in sporadic ways to garner the most attention possible for his actions. Details will be spared, but I am sure that parents everywhere with more than two kids know what I'm talking about. The middle kid that feels the need to march to the beat of a COMPLETELY different drummer, lest they be mistaken for any other ORDINARY sibling. Not the oldest, not the youngest, the middle child is typically NOT OK being the "middle-est" and tries their hardest to make their own mark. I mean, I get it. At least, I think I get it....




I was an oldest, so I'm not really able to personally identify with his plight. To understand my boy more I'm going to have to put a call in to my youngest brother, who is also a middle child. Hopefully he'll be able to give me some insight on how to deal with my littlest guy. I've left him a voice message, but he is a very busy musician, so he may not get back to me until for a while. In the meantime, I'm going to have to be creative. Are any of you out there middle children and, if so, do you have any advice to give?

The Woman Who Did Everything & Nothing All At Once!

Incredible, isn't she? The stay-at-home-mother (or father) who takes her job as the homemaker seriously. Like, super seriously. Like, CEO seriously. She's where Martha Stewart meets Julia Child meets June Cleaver meets Oprah. She's a sweet and powerful woman. She's the woman many of us aspire to be the minute our little bun pops out of the oven and into our arms. Well, I haven't actually met her in person, but she's always in the corner of my mind, pushing me to get out there and tend the weeds. Reminding me to get a healthy dinner on before my baby birds stop their chirping and start their screeching. Nudging me to mind my budget instead of splurging on endless wants. Whispering to take time to feel like a woman, to exercise, to play, to do the million things I want to try and hopefully master before my days in this life are done. I have never met her, but this blog is completely devoted to my attempts to become her.

It's Everything and Nothing, All At Once because anyone who has ever attempted to be a house spouse knows that most days you just go, go, go. Never really stopping, arms full, laundry going, pot boiling, vacuum running, always working on something but somehow at the end of the day it feels like very little progress has been made. Mostly because there are anywhere from 1-19 (depending on the family) little imps undoing or completely destroying any progress you've made. Mais, c'est la vie! Move on to another day!

It may seem like I'm jumping all over the place or that I've got some pretty lofty goals, but it only seems that way because it's true. :) I never said my attempts will be graceful, or even successful, but they will be made.