Wednesday, May 25, 2016


I know in my last post, I talked about not wanting to waste a moment of my children's lives in frustration or anger. I hate to say it, but I think that's impossible. I know it's possible to not REACT in frustration or anger, because I spent much of yesterday patiently keeping my voice at a reasonable tone and not going crazy. But I don't think it's possible, with little stinkers who actively try to push your buttons, to not FEEL frustrated. And it's just not my fault if I feel frustrated with them. Lately William has this little ditty that he likes to sing, it is made up of entirely nonsense words and sung to the tune of the popular playground "neener neener neener" chant that punky kids do. The last part that he sings goes "injey injey inj inj" - and I don't even know what that means - and it gets stuck in my head and it drives me bonkers. Do I ever tell him to stop? NEVER. And I say that makes me a nice mom.

I am doing well with my calorie counting. I have spent the last few years trying to find a diet that would excuse me from counting calories. Low carb. Paleo. Primal. I finally succumbed to the good old method and I am so thankful. Now, in the afternoons, when my energy is at its lowest and my carb cravings are at their highest, I can grab handful of something carby or sweet and I don't have to feel loads of guilt for "going off my diet." I just log the calories. And I still lose weight. I've been having a massive craving for waffles and syrup. So this morning I had one (leftover coconut flour waffles from the freezer). I weighed my waffle and I weighed my syrup and I enjoyed every delicious bite. It "cost" me about 250 calories and I do not feel guilty at all. Now I understand why people say there is no "bad food." It's all in moderation. It's extremely, extremely liberating to realize that I can eat whatever I want and still lose weight. Those other diets were playing to my desire to eat however much food I could stuff into my stomach. This method teaches me portion control and moderation. I think in the long term, this practice will pay off much more than restricting certain groups of food and gorging myself on others.

Neva is so warm, snuggly, and sweet. I call her my baby bunny. Every time, William cries, "She's not a bunny! She's a girl!" Yesterday he really was trying to convince me. He explained that she doesn't hop like a bunny and she doesn't have big ears like a bunny. I had to acknowledge his logic.


  1. Maegan, I don't remember exactly how old you were, but around five years old you were in the backseat and you started singing silent night. You only sang the first line, over, and over, and over. Try it, right now, and see how it sounds. "Silent night, holy night"
    At first it was sweet, but within a minute or two it became clear to me that I was going to have to do something, so I asked you if you wanted to learn the rest of the song! :-) thankfully, you were happy to.
    Also, so absolutely happy to hear about your liberating diet! You're using a lot of self-control to measure the calories, but before long, you won't be measuring, you'll just know! 👍🏼‼️

  2. Will trying to explain to you that Neva isn't a bunny reminded me of a Matthew story. I had recently received a new family of stuffed animal bunnies. I was around ten and Matthew twelve. I decided that the "uncle" bunny was a pro-soccer player.

    "But Erin, it's not like he's better than me right?" Probably just to goad him, I responded, "Of course he is! He's a professional!" That lead Matthew to explain that the bunny was filled with stuffing, and that Matthew was a human therefore the skill already lay in Matthew's camp. It continued for far too long. ;)

  3. Ha! Erin, I remember when he (and Joel?) couldn't tolerate the thought that you would be using their G.I. Joe's as guys who would hang out with Barbie and her friends. :-)