Enjoying the Extras in Life Without Letting Them Take Over

Enjoying the Extras in Life Without Letting Them Take Over

When my husband “gave” me this blog and told me to start writing, his original intent was that I share how to clear your queue. You Netflix lovers know what a queue is, and you know how easy it is to fill your queue with hundreds of shows you want to watch but will probably never get around to.

Isn’t that life? Don’t we have drawers and cupboards full of supplies for potential projects, shelves full of unread books, heads full of unfulfilled dreams for “when we have time.”

Here’s the problem with a full life queue:

  1. It weighs us down mentally, even subconsciously.
  2. We never get to it because there is so much to do that we don’t know where to start.
  3. We dabble if we get to it at all, and never really finish.
  4. It detracts from life, because it requires repetitive thought, tidying, organizing, planning.
  5. It ends up costing money and taking up space. Boo.

I cleared my life queue ages ago, and keep clearing it over and over and over again. Still, there so many things that I would like to do, that I can’t just lie down and meditate until I die. That’s not living!

So here’s what I do to keep on living without filling my queue.

1. List it.

I love lists. They’re my favorite. I have an ongoing list of things I want to do or learn. We also have a family bucket list of things we want to do, like eat pizza in Italy. Mine is a bit more realistic, but my kids dream big–go kids!

2. Choose it.

I pick one thing from the list–just one. Tempting as it is to think I could learn to quilt and tap dance and make a family cookbook and learn to grill without burning the hair off my arm and memorize all the burn sounds of the North Woods feathery friends all at the same time, I know I can’t.

(I do sometimes choose one fun thing and one professional thing. For example, right now I am editing my book and learning the Charleston–one’s for work, one’s for the amusement of my baffled husband. Plus we always have a character trait that we’re working on, but that’s different, like breathing and eating.)

3. Do it.

Whatever it takes to do it, do it, as long as it doesn’t jeopardize peace, family, or faith. Don’t by any means make the “thing” more important than what really matters in life. Since it’s only one thing, it really shouldn’t take over your life, but rather add a little icing to your cake, chocolate chips to your cookie, salt to your giant pretzel. If it involves your family, even better.

I don’t spend time or money on anything else in my queue. If I come across something I would really love to learn or do, I add it to the list, but I don’t dabble in it yet, because I know I can’t handle a dozen dreams going at once…nor do I want to.

Will I die with undone dreams in my queue? Most likely. Will I have lived for the moment? Most definitely.

List it, choose it, and do it. It’s simple.

So, what one thing do you want to learn or do right now?

Me? Right now (July 2016) I’m learning the Charleston with my teens while Hannah learns to play it on the piano. We’re using this fun video and a few others for kicks…no pun intended. What are you doing?

I’ll update this, just for fun, as we choose new items from our queue.

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How to Find Pick-Your-Own Farms in Your Area

How to Find Pick-Your-Own Farms in Your Area



Summer is upon us. It happens every year. I’m not sure why I’m surprised.

One of the best parts of summer in my hungry humble opinion is the availability of fresh produce. Fresh blows the roots off anything you can find in the grocery store.

I’ve been shocked to learn that my suspicious nature has been proven correct at farmers’ markets–some venders are receiving supplies from the same places as the grocery stores. Say wha?! That’s what I read. While the farmers’ markets are still a great option, because you can find any number of legit, hard-working farmers peddling their wares, here’s another option for you:

Pick-your-own farms.

Pick your own farms are abundant throughout the country…except maybe the desert. Here’s what I love about pick-your-owns:

  • You know exactly how fresh the food is.
  • You know exactly where the food came from, right down to the stem on the plant in the row in the field.
  • The prices are almost always significantly lower than anything you’ll find in the grocery stores, and almost always cheaper than the farmers’ markets as well.
  • It is educational. Your kids get out of the house, away from the city, and out onto the land to see where food really comes from.
  • It smells good–the dirt I mean, and the strawberries, and everything else. Maybe it’s because I grew up on a farm, but I love the smell of rich dirt.
  • Your kids can get dirty. Your kids should get dirty. Your kids need to get good and dirty as often as possible. It’s good for their immune systems. It’s good for their kid-ness. It’s just plain good for them to be outside getting sun and fresh air and, yes, dirt, without anyone telling them not to muddy their $65 shoes. Get the $12 Walmart shoes and the $2 thrift store jeans and let the kids get dirty for the love of all things real!
  • Your children are far more likely to try something new if they had a hand in it somehow. That hand can be as simple as selecting it at the grocery store, but the stakes are upped even more if they planted it or picked it themselves.
  • It counts as exercise! Woo hoo! Squats for strawberries, toe raises for cherries and apples.
  • The farmers are right there–you can ask them what goes on their plants and if they’re in bed with MonSatan MonSanto.
  • It’s wholesome family fun. Whee!

Those dirt comments totally made you want to find a pick-your-own farm near you, didn’t they? Good! Check out this website:

PickYourOwn.org

It has to be one of the worst looking sites I’ve run across in quite some time. It totally needs a rehab. I hate it. At the same time, I love it! It shares PYO (I got tired of writing pick-your-own) farms all over the country, and you can search by state and county. Each farm has a write-up and places to go for additional information. It rocks in its out-dated ugliness. Go check it out.

You can also run a quick search of your own region on Google or (my favorite search engine, since it helps me pay for Christmas presents just by searching) Swagbucks {affiliate link}. Just type in “Pick your own farms in Smyrna, Tennessee”…or wherever you live, since I’m pretty sure you don’t all live in Smyrna–nice place though.

Happy picking! I’ll see you in the fields!

What is your experience with pick-your-own farms?

How to Find Pick-Your-Own Farms in Your Area

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The Best Day of Her Life

The Best Day of Her Life -- It's not what you think.



We stood clustered in a small group listening to the exuberant man with the dynamic voice and the red hair. He talked about wonderful days–being born, getting confirmed, graduating, getting married, having children–wonderful days. Then he–the man with the big voice and the even bigger faith–said this:

“This is the happiest day of your life. This is the day you have been waiting for. This is your best day ever.”

And as he spoke of joy and celebration, I tried and failed to hold back my tears. As he spoke of life, my Grandma slipped away from our feeble attempts to hold onto her a little bit longer.

On this, the happiest day ever, Grandma died.

Bob and Marie - old photo - Bob looks from side

As I summarized Grandma’s full, rich life in an obituary that wouldn’t use up her entire life insurance policy for the space it took up in the papers, and also that wouldn’t reduce her generous spirit and faithful journey to a bland recitation of dates and achievements, I thought about that “best day of her life.”

I could have (and maybe should have) written this:

“Marie was born and baptized, was taught about her Savior, lived her life as a fallen and forgiven believer who trusted in Christ, and, best of all, she died.”

Best of all, she died.

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I, on the other hand, didn’t die.

I’m right here, living. I’m here, sick with who-knows-or-cares-what, with four children sleeping in my room because the next room over is too far away. I’m here nursing and worrying over and trying not to breathe my sick-germs on a two-week-old baby who peed on me three times last night and threw up inside my nightshirt and I didn’t even bother to change. I’m here trying to deal with the needs of people who–quite honestly–seem unnecessarily needy right about now: you think you should eat today?

I’m here trying to heal hurts that won’t heal and sooth a pain that will be torn afresh at every reminder. I’m here helping family decide if 100-plus people should eat mashed potatoes or potato salad, calling strangers to share the news, plunking out potential funeral hymns on the piano, reducing Grandma’s life to dates and achievements for the paper, and–strangely–really missing my grandpa who died last year.

I’m here hurting for my mother and uncles who lost the woman who gave them life, hurting for my brothers who were too far away to hold a hand and hear Pastor talk about Grandma’s best day ever, hurting for my children who are so young and hurt so openly.

I’m here failing as a wife and mother because my thinking is clouded by pain, and that failure makes me want to crawl in that bed with Grandma and go with her–go to see Grandpa, go to see if heaven is paved with streets of gold or lined with Eden-like carpets of grass, go to taste the cookies there, go to see Jesus and not have to fail or hurt any more ever again.

My living doesn’t hold a candle to Grandma’s dying.

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I’ve heard death described as a birth. Our Little Judah Eb was resistant to being born. Despite many, many days of nightly labor, he was eight days late. Even then, he was happy to not come out, even though he had “outgrown” his old life. I wonder if he was scared–all the pressure, the squeezing, the estimated 750 million people putting their faces to Mama’s belly and hollering “Come out now!”

But then there he was, his old life was gone and his new one was just begun, and there was Mama’s face, and there were Mama’s arms, and there were Mama’s eyes pooling over with love, and there was–whoa, what’s this?!–milk! It’s pretty good on the other side. What he had resisted became his best day thus far–I mean, milk! Hello!

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We resist death–our best day ever–but why?

Let’s look at what Grandma is probably doing right now. She was a relatively new widow who died one day before her 67th wedding anniversary. Living the last year without Grandpa was hard for her. She missed him something awful. She didn’t acknowledge her 66th anniversary, because he had just gone to heaven ahead of her, and she didn’t have the heart. Can you imagine the celebration they had this year?

Grandma and Grandpa Dancing

She’s reunited with her parents, her father who loved his little “Moonie” like a father should, her brother who was killed in action in World War II and whose death shook her hard even 70 years later, her mother and sister. She’s seeing cousins and friends and her mother’s seemingly infinite number of sisters who were always filled with joy and who would get together and laugh and laugh and laugh and then simultaneously sigh out loud as if that laugh was the best thing that ever happened to them–I can almost hear the great-great aunts laughing now. What a reunion! Can you imagine?

The beauty, the sounds, even the feel of the air and the ground must be new and amazing and indescribable. The food, the ethereal light, the graceful slipperiness of the water, the delicate scent of the flowers, and the soft coolness of the breeze–can you imagine?

And then Him. His face. His hands that were pierced for us, for Grandma to enjoy her best day ever–strong hands, yet gentle and forgiving as He reaches for a hug. His lips as he says, “Well done, Marie. Well done.” His eyes–the depth and kindness and knowing of those eyes. Can you even begin to imagine those eyes?

It’s Grandma’s best day ever, and it will last for eternity. Can you imagine? I can’t.

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This is only Grandma’s best day ever because of her faith in Christ. There was nothing she did to earn heaven–goodness knows Grandma had her fair share of flaws. Despite how wonderful Grandma was, she wasn’t “good enough” for heaven’s standards and never would be if she lived Adam’s 900+ years. People like Grandma and me–we’re not Christians because we’re better than everyone else; we’re Christians because we’re not good enough and we couldn’t possibly earn a best day ever on our own.

This beautiful artwork refelcts a beautiful soul--my grandmother. It was created by my 17-year-old daughter.

It is all Jesus–He took Grandma’s punishment and gave her salvation; all she did was trust Him and “it was credited to her as righteousness.”  I heard someone say, “If you don’t have faith in Jesus, you’d better live it up now, because this is as good as it’s going to get.” As harsh as that sounds, it’s true. No Jesus–no best day ever when you die. Period.

But the rest of the story is that the gift of the best day ever is free. You can have an eternity like Grandma’s. Jesus (God) did all the work for you. Just trust Him. (Learn more by reading John or Romans or ask me.)

Grandma (and Grandpa), I miss you. You both were and are such a crucial part of my life. Someday, on my best and happiest day ever, we’ll be together again–you and me and the laughing aunts and Him with those eyes.

Originally posted here on August 24, 2015. Reposted today in honor of Grandma’s birthday.

PORTRAIT BY MARISSA RENÉE (17 at time of drawing, currently accepting commissions)

The Highway Prayer–Simple Faith in Practice

The Highway Prayer --Simple Faith in Action

Photo credit (Kim Siever)

The ambulance blew by, sirens blaring, lights flashing. My mom was silent for a moment, and then the conversation continued. We kids all knew Mom said a little prayer whenever an ambulance drove by—she saw a need and wisely handed it heavenward.

For years I did the same thing, only I took it one step further. When I saw an ambulance, I would pray out loud with my children. Nothing fancy—just joining with my littles to take the needs and pain of a fellow human being to the Creator.

It was always simple, like this:

Father, please be with the person in the ambulance and with that person’s family. Please take away their pain and fear. Thank you for the helpers and bless them all. In Jesus’ name, Amen.

Short, sweet, easy-to-understand, powerful.

Having had three ambulance transports in our family over the past two decades, the thought that strangers—brothers and sisters in faith whom we have yet to meet—are wrapping us in their arms through prayer and asking God for help on our behalf is humbling and comforting.

I’ve since fallen out of the practice of praying out loud at ambulance or fire truck sightings, but I’m going to jump back in with both feet.

What do you think? Do you want to join in?

What to Do With Your Unwanted Electronics

What to Do with Unwanted Electronics -- how to donate, recycle, sell, or upcycle.

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We have some serious computer geniuses in the extended family–I mean serious. As technology advances, so do they. This means they have veritable computer graveyards, known in the biz as e-waste. It’s impressive, really, how they can extract a skeleton and some guts from their graveyard and create the computer world’s rendition of Frankenstein’s monster. Go bro!

Most of us have our own budding e-graveyards, some old unused techno-gadgets stuffed in a drawer or closet or that old desktop computer from high school sitting unused in a corner. Unfortunately, most of us don’t have Frankenstein-like computer revival skills. It’s tempting just to toss the e-waste, but that’s a no-no for several reasons I won’t get into here, but which you can read about here. What is a responsible grown-up supposed to do with old cellphones, iPods, televisions, Kindles, computers, and other techno-clutter?

First things first. Before kissing your e-waste goodbye and shedding that final tear, do the following:

    1. Check your state’s laws.
    2. Consider upgrading instead of replacing old equipment.
    3. Wipe out the memory and any other personal information–you want total computer amnesia.
    4. Remove the battery if that bugger has to be recycled separately.

Where to Recycle Old Technology

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Next, check out these websites for quick and easy e-waste solutions:

Where to Recycle Unwanted Electronics

Environmental Protection Agency

Earth911.com

The Manufacturer–some companies, such as SamsungDell, and these fellas, will take back their gadgets at no cost to you…although I’m not sure why it should cost you. They should give you a cookie.

Where to Sell Unwanted Electronics

Gazelle.com

BuyMyTronics.com

Nextworth.com

Craig’s List (Who is Craig, anyway, and why does he have such a big list?)

The Manufacturer–many companies, such as Best Buy, Dell, and Amazon will buy back your e-waste to refurbish or recycle for parts and either give you a gift card or deduct the cost from an upgraded unit. Some of those companies will buy back other company’s electronics, too. Cool beans, eh?

Where to Donate Unwanted Electronics

National Cristina Foundation — NCF gives the products to organizations in need.

Cell Phones for Soldiers

Freecycle

Goodwill

Interconnection.org — They put new operating systems into old computers and donate them to needy causes.

How to Repurpose Old Technology

Update the innards.

Pass it down to the kids to be used as a word processor or typing tutor.

Make a fish tank out of a monitor.

Make jewelry.

Make a cat bed…my personal favorite use.

Try one of these techy ideas.

There are hundreds of ideas online or in the head of the exceptionally creative.

Get rid of those squeaky computer mice and stale memory chips…and my cheesy puns while you’re at it! You may be connecting soldiers to their families or making a little cash in the process.

What do you do with old electronics?

Mostly Measurable, Manageable March Goals

Mostly Measurable, Manageable March Goals--Do you set goals? They help you stay focused and get things accomplished. Try it!

How did you do on your February goals?

Personally, I mastered omelettes, celebrated National Pizza Day, and made peach pie, so I consider last month a success!

Time for March.

Remember the ridiculously obvious rules for our mostly measurable, manageable monthly goals:

  1. They should be mostly measurable.
  2. It’s manageable.
  3. It’s a monthly goal.

You have to write your own goals, but here are my mostly measurable manageable monthly goals for March:

Family Habits

  • Breakfast Bible: read Luke aloud.
  • Monthly family manner: eye contact. It’s definitely improving, but I’m taking one more month to practice. What’s the rush?
  • Monthly family home care habit: the entry way. Keeping the entry clean makes the whole house seem clean…for a few seconds.
  • Monthly character trait: practice finding the positives. You can never get too much practice!
  • Prayer: we’re good with bedtime prayers; time to strengthen our meal-time prayer habit.

Family Fun

  • Have one game night focused on the older group.
  • Have one game night focused on the younger group.
  • Celebrate National Lumpia Day on March 16.
  • Bake two pies. We let Emily decide because it’s her birthday month, so for March’s Year of the Pie selections we are having both a chocolate and a vanilla pie, both of which we found in my grandma’s pie cookbook.
  • Have a Filipino feast!  Lumpia, adobo, pancit. We missed this last month.
  • Cut movie night back to once a week and make it a special affair like it used to be.
  • Watch the Passion of the Christ. (affiliate link)
  • Make resurrection cookies.
  • Read the Passion in the Bible.
  • Do Sense of the Resurrection with the kids–it’s like an Advent study, but for Lent. Check it out here.

Homeschooling

  • Write two letters each…including mama!
  • Continue reading aloud The Prince and the Pauper by Mark Twain.
  • Teach omelet skills.
  • Hannah: Continue weekly goal sessions.
  • Marissa: schedule one college exam this month; order books for two tests next month.
  • Start upper level art class with Marissa, Elisabeth, and Emily (and Hannah, if interested).
  • Test the Apologia writing program with Emily (and Elisabeth if interested).
  • Continue Here to Help Teaching’s writing lessons with Elijah (10) and Rebecca (7).
  • Test Times Tales and Talking Fingers with Rebecca.
  • Study birds from Schoolhouse Teacher’s Charlotte Mason preschool with Eliana (4).
  • Continue Slow and Steady, Get Me Ready with Judah (7 months).
  • Find a new history program–maybe Beautiful Feet?

Music Mission

  • Write April 2016 newsletter.
  • Continue 2016 thank you notes.
  • Update subscriber list.

Health

  • Work dog and self up to 30 minute walks by the end of the month. (If that looks strangely familiar, it’s because we only got up to 20 minutes last month. But that’s okay!
  • Continue the two-a-week treat limit in churches.
  • Continue to expand my food options on the total elimination diet.
  • Research and purchase a digestive or pancreatic enzyme.
  • Make two family dessert night treats that Hannah can eat. (No dairy, grains, sugar, processed anything.)
  • Continue food/symptom journal.
  • Schedule a doctor’s appointment. Notice the procrastination from last month–I just can’t conquer this irrational phobia.

Writing

  • Write four non-sponsored, non-review posts here…for you lovely people! This counts as one. Hooray!
  • Write three posts at The Travel Bags.
  • Submit my article assignment for Pregnancy & Newborn magazine.
  • Mock out our June feature for The Old Schoolhouse magazine.
  • Begin research for “Old Mamas” article due in June.
  • Send one pitch. Done! 
  • Edit one chapter in my book.

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What are your goals for March?

Our Journey With the Total Elimination Diet

I love pie. In fact, I have deemed 2016 the year of the pie, and we are choosing a pie each month to bake; there’s a homemade peach pie waiting for us for breakfast.

I should say that it’s waiting for my family, not for me. I’m not eating pie. And this is why:

One mom's experience on the Total Elimination Diet for her nursing babies.

I’m on the Total Elimination Diet, which heretofore shall be affectionately termed TED. TED and I are old pals. This is my third time hanging with TED at every meal. It isn’t that TED and I are particularly fond of each other. I think TED likes me better than I like TED. Still, we hang out; it’s a relationship of necessity.

Why hang with TED?

Four of my eight children have had digestive issues as nursing babies. With my firstborn, I did not have the support, knowledge, or confidence to know what to do, nor was the internet a resource at the time. With my fourth, seventh, and eighth, however, I had long given up on support and opted to take matters into my own hands. We do have a pediatrician and pediatric allergist on our team with our current baby, but TED is in my hands.

What digestive issues did they have?

It varied–colic, bloody stools, mucous in the diapers, diarrhea, extreme fussiness, abnormal behavioral issues, neon green leprechaun poo–you know, the usual.

What is TED?

TED is a diet that helps pinpoint potential allergens or irritants in the mother’s diet that may be affecting the baby by eliminating almost everything from the diet and gradually adding foods back in one at a time.

Why TED?

Most doctor recommend giving up dairy and soy, but I had given up far more than and not seen much improvement, if any. I didn’t want to wait weeks testing this and that while his little system continued to be inflamed. So I buddied up with TED. (TED’s a bully, just FYI.)

How does TED work?

Step 1. Take everything out of the diet except for the least allergenic foods. Those are (in America) turkey, lamb, summer squash, zucchini, pears, rice, sweet potatoes, white potatoes, and salt and pepper. (I could not do lamb, pepper, or white potatoes.) After 2-3 weeks all other foods should be clear of Mama’s system and mostly clear of baby’s system as well. I give everything more time.

Step 2. Add something back in. For me it was carrots. Then I got all googly-eyed over green beans. Adding squash was like a party in my mouth.

Step 3. Wait 3-4 days (I also go long) to see if there is a reaction in baby (or Mom).

Step 4. If there is a reaction, take that food back out and bump it back down the list a ways to try again in the future. If there is no reaction, add it to the food rotation and return to step 2.

Step 5. Record everything. I write down what and when I eat, my baby’s reactions and reaction times, and how I’m feeling. For my baby, I include on a scale of 0-10 his diaper color, mucus levels, blood, smell, rashes, and other info. I also record his skin reactions on his face, his mood, and his spit-up and drool levels. It’s work, but I want to know what keeps that plump little tummy happy and those rotund thighs getting rotunder…if that’s a word.

One mom's experience on the Total Elimination Diet for her nursing babies.

What are the results so far?

I’ve been hanging with TED since my baby was 7 weeks, so five months at this point. While the diapers are still not perfect, I have noticed the following:

  • less frequent bloody diapers–almost none, in fact
  • better consistency of stool
  • fewer facial rashes
  • fewer foul stools (although we’re currently in a bout of them, so I have to check my records and see what the trigger is…although I think I know)
  • less gas
  • less drool
  • less throwing up…although he did throw up on his sister’s head and in her shoes today–again, something is amiss and I think I know what it is
  • far less mucus
  • fewer diarrhea diapers–almost none, actually

I didn’t see an overnight change in behavior like with our seventh baby who was colicky. Baby number 8 never had behavioral issues–he’s just plain happy. What a blessing! But the lack of a sudden change does make it harder to know what’s bothering his round little tummy. If you’re considering TED for colic, you will most likely see much faster results and reactions. 

Also, my joints, which are generally achy, feel much better…even good some days. Now that’s an interesting side effect.

This is a slow, tedious process, but it is the fastest way to lose baby fat I’ve ever experienced! Also, it isn’t completely accurate, but many doctors say it’s the best approach we have. Many other say to put him on formula.

What about supplements?

I am not taking supplements right now, because they caused reactions in my previous baby. I will, however, be taking pancreatic enzymes soon, since they have been known to help break down improperly digested proteins that may be getting into my milk. First I would like to find a doctor willing to test my pancreatic enzyme levels to see if it’s my system that’s on the fritz.

Isn’t TED lonely?

Yes and no. We have a daughter with Crohn’s who is on a healing diet herself, so we’re accustomed to the lonely life…and we’re lonely together. Occasionally we both miss something that everyone else enjoys, like a special treat at a church or local fare on our travels, but it’s for healing, so it’s okay. It’s okay.

In all honesty, we have a very social lifestyle as traveling music missionaries, and that involves a lot of food. We are often invited to events or dinner at someone’s home. Some people are very, very kind and intentionally prepare something we can eat. Most people don’t, which is completely fine, as we can always bring along our own food or stay home. If we do go along, however, and end up staying extra long (like at family visits), we get very hungry if the food we brought runs out. That’s not fun.

And in all honesty, when the rare special someone goes that extra mile for these two smiling faces below, it feels amazing!

Our experience on the Total Elimination Diet

Why not opt for formula?

Gut health is very important in our family. Crohn’s disease is an incurable auto-immune disorder that attacks the intestines, and a balanced gut is important in keeping that in check. It’s got a genetic link (my grandmother had rheumatoid arthritis, which is related to Crohn’s), and is showing up in children more often and at younger ages, especially in our modernized society. I breastfeed my babies as long as I can partly because we love the bonding and partly to give them the best possible chance at strong intestinal health.

Also, if I learn now which foods bother him, I’ll have a better idea which foods to introduce as he starts solids.

Do I judge anyone who chooses the formula route over TED? Absolutely not!  I wonder almost daily if I should go the (expensive hypoallergenic elemental) formula route, if it would be easier to know what was bothering my baby’s tummy, if I’m just being a stubborn ol’ cuss because I’m too lazy to get up at night to make a bottle…which I am, if he’s allergic to me to the extent that I’m doing more harm than good by nursing him. I don’t know. I can’t know.

I’m not saying I’m doing the right thing. I’m saying I don’t know. I do know that I’m doing the best I know how.

I also know that I will once again be going a couple years without cookies and pie while nursing my current little cutie pie…but that’s okay, because cutie pie really is the best kind of pie. Don’t you think so?

The Total Elimination Diet for Nursing Mothers

If you are considering an elimination diet, if your baby is colicky or has mama-heart-wrenching diapers, or if you are just curious, please ask your questions in the comment section below. I will answer them as soon as I see them…which is soon. I am not a doctor…just a mama and a boo-boo kisser, but I’ve been there. Have I ever been there!

UPDATE (6/21/16): Judah is now 10 months old. He still hasn’t grown out of his issues, although he has improved. He is eating some solids, but very few, and only those which I eat. He mostly eats green beans, avocado, and carrots, although he has sampled many more foods than that…some accidentally. Ahem. He will be doing fine for a while, and then backslide. At that point, I backtrack, and he improves. It’s not always easy; it’s rarely fun; it’s always worth it to see his smiling face and clear skin. The allergist says he should grow out of it. We’ll see!

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