Ya. We watched it.
And yesterday was Day 1 of a 10-day trial of a whole foods/vegan diet. We’re trying it. We’ll see.
I covet your prayers.
And your recipes.
Bear with me if I get a little cranky. Asking Husband to stop eating meat, and me to stop eating refined sugar at the same time could be asking for trouble. I’ll let you know how it goes.
Part of me is leery because I know there are always two sides, and documentaries are rarely – if ever – completely unbiased. I know.
We’re testing the waters.
I know, I know: Who even remembers January?
I only do because I have pictures.
Pictures of new adventures and a wide-eyed toddler, because January was mostly about the view.
The view from the front window, or the bedroom window. Our views on food. The view from the parking lot – of vast landscapes of fresh snow, or a flurry of sky lanterns taking our burdens and the lies we believed far, far away. Views of a cloth diapered butt in the morning light.
Mine eyes have seen the glory of a fresh start, and, actually, it’s a lot like fresh snow. (Which mine eyes have also seen a lot of lately.) It’s gentle, but merciless. Quiet, but demanding. Soft, but dangerous, and the gentle weight of it muffles the background noise.
Oh, and it’s sparkly.
Meatball has given me a new view. Some of it he’s been working on almost his whole life (talk about dedication), and some of it is new.
Like food. Since he started eating pureed food at six months old, I haven’t been able to shake this nagging feeling that I should know what I’m feeding him. And now he only wants what we’re eating, so it’s kind of hitting the road and it’s changing the way I look at food.
And, more recently, winter. Don’t get me wrong, I hate the cold, but watching a toddler experience his first real winter is pretty magical. I played in the snow for the first time in over a decade. I deliberately stood outside longer than I needed to, so we could breathe deep and turn our faces toward the falling snow.
He held one arm tight around my neck and with the other he pointed at where the snow was coming from. “OOHHH!” he insisted.
“Snow,” I explained.
Arm still extended, face still open to the sky, he closed his eyes and waited. And waited. And when a clump of flakes landed on his cheek, he smiled and opened his eyes and tried to look down to watch it melt without moving his face. And then he closed his eyes and waited again. Read more…
… is that I sat down at my desk this morning with a donut in my hand and saw a Tweet with a link that indicated the interview I did with my nutritionist-mom-blog-friend posted on her site yesterday. Fail.
In my defense, the baby’s molar from hell is giving him a really hard time this morning, and we’re out of oatmeal at the house so I just had a kale smoothie for breakfast, and after I dropped El Meatball off at his friend’s house I had to run back in for my wallet. All of which is to say this morning was crazy and I was really hungry, so I scrounged a couple dollars together for a donut on my way to the office.
Don’t judge me.
I really like Sarah and her blog. She’s a nutritionist, but she’s also a working mom with a toddler so she gets it. She doesn’t throw down impossible recipes or make me feel like a terrible mom for occasionally feeding my baby inorganic veggies. When I told her I like Taco Bell, she agreed. I like her.
She’s starting a new series spotlighting real moms who are trying to feed their families real food, and when she emailed me about participating, I was pretty sure she’d OD-ed on quinoa or something. But I answered her questions and told her I wouldn’t be offended if she didn’t want to use – or at least didn’t want to start with – mine.
But she did. So you should go check it out here.
Some of my other faves from Sarah:
- Breakfast in a Hurry: Oatmeal Toaster Pancakes
- 5 Ways to Nurture a Healthy Relationship with Food
- Immune-Boosting Tips for Kids
Clicky some things. Leave her some comment love on our interview – Tell her what a fraud I am, or that yes – duh – everyone packs left-overs like that.