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posted on January 22, 2016 by Rebecca Simmons

Snow days

School went back this morning after two days off, just in time for me to go the store and restock on food essentials as we ready ourselves for the next wave of snow over the weekend.

Here’s a few pics from our home.

IMG_9464This was taken early in the day. As they headed out it started dumping snow. I was thankful for my friends who added them to the sled gang in the park. I stayed home cooking with baby girl.
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And enjoying this view of my patio. IMG_9435Half the chickens would not come out of the coop. Because it was 23 degrees. Our dog loves the snow. The cat hides inside sleeping on heat vents.  IMG_9445 IMG_9450 IMG_9452

That is Cottontail. She’s my favorite chicken. She’s an Americana and she lays blue eggs. She’s Martha Stewart’s favorite breed of chicken. If we are going to have chickens they might as well be designer. It make’s it more fun.

 

This is favorite spot at the park. Yes it is a full life. Yesterday morning I snuck in a quick morning walk alone, and did my morning meditation here.  Last year in the snow I sat her pregnant, before we knew she was a girl, before we knew she was going to be perfectly healthy. It was a great sit yesterday on this bench, with my snow dog by my side. IMG_9462 Dad was at home with baby girl. IMG_9466

 

Filed Under: Family

posted on January 20, 2016 by Rebecca Simmons

Snow day MEAT soups

I have a confession to make here before I go on. Ready? Breathe….. After 20 years…..I am no longer a vegetarian. It started with a homemade grilled hamburger from local beef when I was pregnant and anemic. It was so good I ate another. Then we bought a pig from our farmer, after it was processed. And then I had an old (as in that chapter was a long time ago for me) Holistic Mom Network friend post about a bull they were processing and asked if anyone wanted to go in on it. SO I dove in head first. I’ll only eat meat at home, when I know where it came from. But I felt like we needed more diversity in our diet. Beans and cheese were not cutting it since I didn’t eat any processed vegetarian foods. With this busy life, I was hungry and tired and bored of food.

Now then….on our first snow day of the season our stove was hot with chicken noodle soup and chili. I even made broth! I told you jumped right in – Paleo, Western A Price style!

The Instant Pot is amazing. I’ve never loved a crockpot because I can’t plan dinner at 9:00 AM. The Instant Pot is an electric pressure cooker that is like a microwave crock pot without the fear that I’m going to blow up the kitchen. Vegetarians… close your eyes.

IMG_9404 IMG_9405Then came the broth, and soup.

The chili was leftover from two nights ago. From the 1/8 of a cow that is frozen in our basement. The pig is gone. The chicken is from our food co-op where they only (mostly) sell meat from local farmers. None of it’s cheep. But we eat it sparingly which is how I now believe meat should be consumed. I’m still adamantly against all commercial meat farming.IMG_9436 IMG_9440

And of course there were cookies. Devoured by a gaggle of eight girls who came in from the cold all at one time.IMG_9439There I said it. We now eat meat. And it’s taking me nine months to tell you.

Filed Under: Real Food Tagged With: snow day soups, vegetarian in recovery

posted on January 19, 2016 by Rebecca Simmons

A self check in: You do enough

I’m a doer. I don’t like to stop until there is clarity around me, peace and harmony with belongings and good food in the kitchen to feed my family. I’m always full of ideas. Ones that I usually don’t have time to act on. There are crafts I want to make, new foods to bake and memories I want to create with my girls.

When there is too much stuff, it makes me I want to get rid of everything extra.

If a child is angry I want them to calm themselves down before we talk about it.

When there are too many activities, I want everyone everyone to eat dinner together. Every. Single. Night.

A lot of times it’s all or nothing with me. When I decide to do something I’m all in.

Therefore my motto one day during the 30-day self guided retreat to self-discipline was  “you do enough.” And I let whatever is happening …be enough.IMG_9344

It’s day 16 of my 40 days of yoga. I’m on day 13 of my 30-day self guided retreat. I decided to give myself the wiggle room to complete it in 40 days because some days I have to accept I just can’t get to it. However I am keeping up with my commitments of daily yoga, meditation and limiting technology time on my phone. I’m also learning sometimes it’s ok to multitask and be thankful I can return and email while nursing because somethings can’t be ignored. I’m finding the balance. The journey is never ending.  And next month it will change.

Sometimes the five minutes I can devote to the book helps keeps my in check with awareness and mindfulness. And that is spreading to other parts of my day.

I have done really well getting on my mat everyday. I even went to three yoga classes, three days in a row. Two of them I took Esther Kate with me and one I did not. They were regular classes. And for the majority of class she did great lying next to me, just like we do at home. Going to class alone is my real treat, to myself. It takes a lot of self-discipline to walk out of the house, away from a baby who still nurses every 2-3 hours, and leave my husband with four kids and a dirty kitchen after he cooked breakfast. I’ve learned when mom takes care of herself she takes care everyone. I can not have mom guilt about that.

Thursday I took baby girl with me to get a massage. It worked well! It’s not the same as going solo. But that has not happened in years anyway. My husband was out of town at his grandmother’s funeral, and that time refueled me for my two days of solo parenting while processing all that was happening. Therefore I was grateful for my massage therapist friend who agreed to give it a try. And yes, I would do it again. Thanks Jen!

She had us set up on the floor, nice and cozy. We nursed through parts and I relearned some valuable insight about my own alignment of posture and wear and tear on a mom’s body. I have to work double time to keep aligned while holding a baby nearly all day. She was five months old on this day.IMG_9316

Through my self discipline journey I am reminded, with a baby, I have to be realistic about what I can do in a day, and choose focus and mindfulness instead of having everything done in a way I would in an ideal world. The laundry might have to wait another day or two. It might take a month to get to that sewing project. Or I might never get to it.

Monday the girls were home from school for Martin Luther King day. We started our day with a DVD on mindful movements and meditation. The girls all put out yoga mats and participated in different degrees. Baby girl didn’t want to be put down so I mostly watched my middle/big girl engage in this activity. It was a victory moment in my journey to nurture my high energy child.IMG_9390

By the end of the day I had to tell myself this was enough, and share in their yoga moves as my own. I looked forward to today when I would have the school day to catch up on my own mat. And that had to be enough.

Yesterday I had an overstimulated baby with all the activity at home who took refuge being worn all day. After a failed attempt at a bath, I just put her inside my shirt, skin to skin and wrapped her in a woven wrap. Until she peed on me. Oh the love! It was still a dance class day so that was on the agenda.  Snow is expected later this week and the middle/big needed new snow pants. So a trip to REI happened. It’s her first time not having a hand-me-down snow coat and pants. She was SO happy.

Once we ALL met up for dinner and then made it home after baby girl cried in the car the whole way – she wanted nothing but me.

After some nursing mediation time snuggled between two kiddos in bed, I journaled on my phone and read Change for Good via an iBook.

Because that day, that was enough.

Filed Under: Yoga Tagged With: 40 days of y, Making a Change for Good

posted on January 19, 2016 by Rebecca Simmons

Baby Girl Baptism

Baby girl was baptized on Sunday at the presbyterian church where we are members. The sermon was about things in faith that turn our water into wine. I believed in my heart and soul that our family needed another baby to complete us. I fought for her. I believed in her before I knew she was a her. Because I knew I had to. I needed her. She turns my water into wine. DSC_5225 - Version 3

My mom had her wedding dress made into a Christening gown and gave it to me as a wedding present, 16 years ago. At the time I thought it was sweet but not very practical. What if I have a boy? He’s not going to wear that flowery dress. I NEVER would have guessed I would have FOUR girls and that dress would get worn FOUR times.

That’s lots of wine.

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Filed Under: Mothering

posted on January 12, 2016 by Rebecca Simmons

Twist and Breathe

Today is day 8 of my 40 days of yoga. Yesterday threw me for a loop and I didn’t make it on my mat. I found out in the morning my husband’s grandmother passed away. She was 91 and, had a good long life and died at home sitting in her favorite chair. Beyond the reality of the loss I find it beautiful and peaceful. But still, it’s the loss of a life and the passing of time the leaves me unsettled. Thinking about the logistics of getting all six of us to a funeral 6 hours away with a baby who stresses herself into hysterics crying in the car, had me struggling to find the ground beneath my feet. The idea of not going was hard too.

My kindergartner wanted a Mommy day so she was home spending the day with baby girl and me. Her request was to go to Whole Foods, shop and eat at the hot bar. It took all morning to do one thing at time, and get us out the door. Once we get somewhere we stay a while. Unloading groceries after calming a baby who just screamed the car for 20 minutes means it takes a long time to unload the groceries. This is life. There are bigger problems to have.

Every Monday is taco night and my routine is to make the beans in the crockpot before I leave for school pick up. Then after dance, dinner is nearly ready. The dial on the crockpot is broken and I didn’t notice it was not on. No beans. No dinner. Trying to remedy the situation by boiling them for a long time, I burnt the beans. Then I burnt the potatoes. All because I was multitasking, feeling unsettled and not focused on anything wholeheartedly.

At 11:51 when I was able to creep away from baby girl on the bed. But as soon as I got my mat unrolled for some goodnight yoga, she was up again. I settled for shavasana lying in bed and called it a day.

After my morning meditation and talking to a several family members and close friends, I felt better about where I stand. It’s hard to accept decisions that are not what we want in our ideal world. But what else are we going to do?

Then it was time to get out of my head and onto my mat. I welcomed some deep twisting, finding strength and looking at things from a different perspective.

 

IMG_9183IMG_9189My yoga baby lasted a long time next to me. I discovered she likes to listen to Elizabeth Mitchell’s You are My Sunshine album. It’s one of those I don’t mind myself. And fitting for the nice sunshine beaming through our windows. We made it though the entire album! So lots of good of yoga time on day 8. My mind, heart and soul needed it.

Filed Under: Yoga Tagged With: 40 days of yoga

posted on January 11, 2016 by Rebecca Simmons

Mindful Moments

While I practice my 30-day retreat for self-discipline from the book Making a Chance for Good, I am taking some time to slow down and evaluate how to do life with four kids. The commitments I’ve chosen to use while I evaluate my self-discipline are doing yoga everyday for 40 days, doing two nursing mediations a day and being more present by doing one thing at time.

For example, I’m trying to be better about making eye contact when talking to my children. Versus hollering across the house from the bathroom while holding a baby, fielding homework questions, being the piano practicing police and tripping on dirty laundry.

Trying to be “more present” is a universal goal for moms and kind of a trashcan term for not ignoring our kids. Pre-teen years are here so being more present for me means having the emotional understanding to be more empathetic, and to know where the tears are coming from even when it’s over silly string sprayed on a wall.

Sometimes I feel like my necessary multitasking – physically and mentally – leaves me pirouetting while balancing on nothing but a big toenail. But is it really necessary? And it is really getting me anywhere?

No. I think doing one thing at a time is better. One yoga pose at a time, one nursing session at a time, and keeping two feet on the ground at the same time. By practicing mindfulness I become more aware which makes me a more present parent. Is it always realistic? No. But the point of practicing self-discipline is that we keep trying. Even after we stumble.

For the first two months after Esther Kate was born I walked her to sleep, while babywearing, outside several times a day. She was a fussy newborn and the fresh air calmed her down. It was grounding for me.

Now I can get her to sleep quickly with the white noise of the stove hood and some bouncing while being tied to me. And then I keep multitasking around the house while she sleeps all tied up on my chest. But really, how much am I getting done except making piles of stuff and moving them around? Nothing. So I should just do one thing at a time, mindfully and joyfully. I will walk more. Even in the cold. I love winter walks. She is warm next to me and I kiss her head a billion times so thankful she is here. And it makes me more present.

“I can’t wait to just nurse a baby,” I said when I was 39 weeks pregnant trying to get three kids ready for their first day of school. I was waiting for the chance to sit and have one task: nurse a baby.

With technology at our fingertips I can do SO much on my phone while nursing a baby that my mind goes all over the place. From coordinating sleepovers, grocery lists, returning emails, texting (brexting is the term I love) and researching recipes for dinner along with lots of nonsense reading material that just fogs my brain.  I forgot how to just nurse the baby. So twice a day I leave me phone in the other room and I just nurse the baby.

Part of the self-discipline awareness process comes from how we deal with our commitments, rather than the commitments themselves.

I learned I do better following through on something if it involves a commitment to someone else. I don’t want to let them down. I’ve told you my commitments and therefore I will do them. I feel more accountable when there is someone else involved. And that is okay. My kids will never go hungry. My job is to make sure they get fed so I’ll do it. But I may not feed myself.

When it comes to navigating the four-kid world, I’ve learned I have too keep things manageable and measurable. Those are two buzz words in the 30 days to self-discipline. Making sure my commitments are manageable and measurable prevents me from feeling overwhelmed and gives me a sense of accomplishment when I check something off my mental list. Even if it’s just nurse the baby. That is important. She has to eat. 

Keeping things manageable and feeling like I accomplished something in a day is a great challenge for all new moms no mater how many kids you have. There is a new normal to get used to. There is a new level of what is manageable in a day.

How much de cluttering can I expect to happen in the New Year? Or just in one day? If it’s one closet a week, I can measure that and then feel good when it happens. Some days I’m happy to just have one small space free of kid toys, books and trinkets. Some days just making my bed or taking a bath with my baby feels like a measurable win. Some days emptying one laundry bin of clean clothes makes me feel like I’ve climbed Mt. Everest.

Can I say yes to that sleepover of will I regret it if everyone is cranky the next day?

I must keep the tasks, plans, calendars and ideas manageable and measurable so I have the mental space to be mindful and present. Along with time to do yoga, go for a walk and keep both feet firmly on the ground.

Filed Under: Yoga Tagged With: 40 days of yoga, Making a Change for Good

posted on January 7, 2016 by Rebecca Simmons

40 days of yoga, day 4

On the days when Esther Kate and I stay home while the sisters are at school, I can work in a good yoga practice. It’s interrupted by nursing and settling her, and working around when she naps. This is all consistently, inconsistent. So my main goal of each day is literally to get on my mat and stay on it long enough to feel like I accomplished something for my body and mind. If I’m disciplined, it works.

You don’t have to have an elaborate set up or empty room to devote to yoga in your home. Here is mine, complete with baby. A really cute baby? Right?IMG_9035

I’m four and half months postpartum now. I still need restorative yoga that keeps me grounded, among all the mental spinning I do coordinating daily life of who goes where, when and has what homework. And I’m doing it all with less sleep, with my fussiest baby yet, who screams every time she rides in the car. That’s a whole other post!

Snuggling her close, closing my eyes and just breathing is the perfect way to replenish my soul before I take on the rest of my gang on a chaotic day.  I can do that in Supta Baddha konasana. It’s my favorite pose for pregnancy and postpartum.

Here I’m doing it with blocks to help open my shoulders. A bolster is more restorative. A strap or blanket can be used around the legs.IMG_9103

“Even though you have four kids you are still a new mom,” a friend reminded me recently. I needed to hear that. Because with every new baby comes with a lot of unsettling and new territory of uncharted experiences.

Fellow yoga teacher and first time mom Jen, wrote about this on her blog. Sharing five poses that have helped her most in her first year of motherhood. The same rings true for me too, even on round four.

Chest openers and releasing my upper spine from babywearing and nursing are a priority when I get on my mat. As well as opening my hip flexors from all the sitting, and staring at baby while “tripping on oxytocin,” as Jen put it. I love that!

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Back bending feels great! I’ve been easing back (literally) into these with upward facing dog and bridge pose, supported and not supported. Sometimes just bending backwards is a welcomed break of being hunched over baby.

IMG_9057I’ve also started waking up my abdominal muscles, with planks and gentle ab work to rediscover my psoas muscles after the abdominal separation of pregnancy. IMG_9062

Moms, it’s wise to educate yourself on Diastasis Recti, the separation of the rectus abdominis muscles. If you still have separation, planks and ab work must be approached cautiously. Listen to your bodies and honor where your body is in the healing process.

Me sharing these poses is about my personal experience. If you are new to yoga, its best to take a class and learn in person with an instructor. Don’t try any strenuous poses until you have made it past the 6 week mark and have been cleared by your midwife or doctor. It was really between three- four months postpartum when I got enough strength back to start challenging myself again.

During my 40 days of yoga, I’ll be working on some arm balancing and strengthening. Because if I’m going to be in the 40-year-old new mom crowd, I want to feel strong. That, and headstands, makes me feel empowered. IMG_9061

The poses are just the beginning of a yoga journey.

That’s why with my 40 days of yoga, I’m also doing the 30 day retreat in Making a Change for the Good, A Guide to Compassionate Self-Discipline.

In addition to meditating everyday, below is my commitment to myself to gain more mindfulness and awareness in my days. They are small, manageable and doable for me right now. I think!

Day 2 assignment was to make a poster of my commitments. As much as I would have loved to get out my glittery pins and glue and scrapbooking paper – that would have taken too much time and made a mess that I would not have been able to clean up for who-knows-how-many-days. So I typed it while babywearing during a brief nap.

My commitment “poster”

I will get on my yoga mat everyday for the 40 days until I turn 40.

I will sit, while nursing Esther Kate once in the morning and once at night, with no distractions, media, interruptions or temptations. It will be my nursing mediation.

I will blog about these experiences, being mindful for it not too take up too much of my time or loose too much sleep. In doing this I will limit my media time to my computer and less on my phone.

I will use my phone less while I nurse Esther Kate, and less when my family is around.

I will be more present and use more eye contact when speaking to my family.

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Next post, I’ll share some new awareness I am gaining from just the first few days of this 40 day journey.

Filed Under: Yoga Tagged With: 40 days of yoga, Making a Change for Good

posted on January 5, 2016 by Rebecca Simmons

Yoga for the New Year

Happy 2016! In a way, the last several months have been a blur just keeping everyone’s basic needs met at home.  I have made an effort to be fully present for Esther Kate’s new baby days because she is my last baby, and I wish I could make every day last a few more hours. Sleeping, breathing, minimally getting by and working to keep myself mentally and physically balanced has been my focus since August. Doing yoga has been a big part of that.

I’ll be 40 in 40 days. That has inspired me for the new year to share what I’m doing, and to make a little comeback here. I miss connecting through this space. In 2016 I’m going to find time to do the things that are most important to me, in whatever way I can.

Monday I started my 40 days of yoga until I turn 40. I’m also doing a 30 day guide to self-discipline, through the book Making a Change for Good by Cheri Huber. I took the journey last year in my 200-hour teacher training and now I’m doing it again, because it’s a constant source of learning about myself.

Some days me doing yoga looks like this.

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The girls were still out of school yesterday so me doing yoga at home looked like this. IMG_8977

It was not quite the zen experience one hopes for with yoga. But I did it. I have committed to do 40 days of yoga. Today was a day when I practiced acceptance. I got 10 minutes on my mat before the girls announced their plan to switch rooms and start rearranging all the furniture upstairs.

“Wait. Give me 10 minutes,” I said. They all joined in and I was grateful for my 10 minutes. I gave myself credit for day 1.

For Making a Change for Good, Monday was day 1 for me of the 30 Days of Compassionate Self-Discipline. Incorporated in the “retreat” is meditating for 10 minutes a day. For me meditating is done while nursing, quietly, just us, without distractions. That led me to my one commitment for the 30 days, to practice self-discipline. Mine will be to not take my phone with me every time I sit down to nurse. Instead I’ll curl up with my baby, some snacks and a good old fashion book.

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And in some cases, a pump to store away some milk for later. So I can attend classes at the yoga studio and leave baby girl at home. At times technology is useful. At times it is a hindrance that makes it difficult to center oursleves while jumping from task to conversation and back again. I hope to find a manageable balance to prevent me from multitasking when it’s not necessary. Because with four kids its necessary a lot! But this little face will only be this little for such a short time. She already as a tooth!!

Filed Under: Yoga Tagged With: 40 days of yoga, Making a Change for Good

posted on September 28, 2015 by Rebecca Simmons

New Baby Days!!

Esther Kathleen Simmons came into our world six weeks ago. She is beautiful, and perfect and her sisters are in love with her. Since August 14th, I haven’t done much of anything except hold her and smell her head. Because I know how fast the new baby days go by and there a lot hours in the day when our schedules demand I do other things in this now BIG family. So when it’s just us during the day, and the other three are in school –  I just sit, hold, smell, love and then wonder how the day went by so fast. IMG_7213

She was born Friday, the first week the girls went back to school. The end of summer was tough, getting everyone ready for the new school year, nesting for the whole family’s sake trying to make all of this a smooth transition, and hoping Esther Kate came right when I wanted her to come. She was due Monday, August 17th. I was hoping for at least a few days to get “ready” after the girls went back to school. And enough time to recover after her birth, for after school activities to begin the third week of school.

On Wednesday I realized my sewing projects probably were not going to get accomplished for her room and I went to Homegoods to buy a few things instead. That night we hung freshly painted shelves in the nursery (which is really a second family room designed just to snuggle with baby). And about 11:30P.M I sat there in silence thinking, “OK baby you can come now.” The day before that we decided on her name and I think my husband and I both recognized, yes – this is really happening! I woke up Thursday morning having contractions and told my husband to be on call incase I needed him that day. Contractions came and went all day. I picked the girls up from school and my water broke as soon as I walked in the door. I made dinner plans for the girls, called a sitter to spend the night and packed a bag for the birth center. Because with the fourth you wait until your water breaks to pack a bag! Then everything slowed down and I went to bed wondering if I was wrong about my water breaking. But surely I know how this works by now. Right?

The next morning I dropped the girls off at school (because it’s the fourth) and then drove myself to the birth center to see if my water broke. Yes it did. Darn. Now my labor is on the clock. After holistic attempts with midwives, my uterus still refused to go into action. So long story short, Esther Kate was born in the hospital. She is my first baby not born in the water and not into the hands of midwives. My first was born in a hospital with a midwife. My second and third were born at the birth center. All of them were water births.

This time I had to have pitocin and finally, after several hours of that with no epidural, Miss Esther Kathleen made her way into our arms.  At the hospital I had a fabulous midwife loving (and friend of the birth center) labor nurse, plus my best friend who is a labor and delivery nurse at the birth center, and my husband who is an old pro at this birth thing. Together we created as natural of a birth as I could have had in the hospital, on pitocin, sneaking snacks and Mementoes candies into the labor and delivery room while I camped out on sitting my yoga bolster.

Esther Kate was born 32 hours after my water broke therefore we had to stay in the hospital for 36 hours to make sure there was no risk of infection. She was 9 pounds and 21 inches long!

We were welcomed home by a gaggle of girls yelling Esther’s name, with a cake, a party waiting and dinner on the counter for us delivered by a friend and her girls. IMG_4972

I feel incredibly blessed. I don’t take a moment for granted. And sometimes I still can’t believe she is finally here. We finally have another baby in our arms.

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posted on June 1, 2015 by Rebecca Simmons

Summertime days are here

Summertime…..time for last days of school, time for lazy days, beach days, summer hair cuts, book mornings, movie nights, too much pizza, sleeping late, and getting dressed in the morning means putting on a swimsuit.

The last day of school seemed to take forever to get here. We made it past the finish line just barely, as we do every year – struggling to arrive on time and wearing too summery clothes, shoes that need to be tossed and shorts that border-lined daisy dukes. Then I had to curse Facebook when I saw everyone’s cute last day of school photos. Really? We have to do first and last day of the year photos now? I barely get the first day accomplished as everyone is running out the door. Sometimes it happens on the second day and I just fudge it.

This year the very special teacher who has one taught my girls in the 3-6 year-old room for the past seven years, had her last day as a teacher at the school. We wish her all the luck in the world and will miss her very much. We caught her for a last day photo, while everyone was heading home. I did post it on Facebook, a few days late.IMG_6311

My oldest took the summer hair cut to a new level this year. She cut off 12 inches of her hair!!! She had been wanting to do it for weeks but I convinced her to wait until after dance days were finished because she had to wear a bun four days a week leading up to recital time. I don’t post much about her because she deserves her own privacy, at age 1o. But she’s an amazing kid. This past school year she and two friends started a company making and selling their own soaps during outside playtime, and raised more than $160 to donate to our local animal shelter. This time she donated her hair.

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As school wrapped up I officially finished my 200-hour yoga teacher training. This was huge! I am now a certified yoga instructor. It was an amazing journey and loved every second of it. A big thanks goes out to my kids and my husband for encouraging me, being my guinea pig students and putting up with me being gone 12 weekends for 15 hours each – plus extra outings for classes and special events. I felt like we all earned this certificate.

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With all this going on and summer approaching, and me getting more and more pregnant, I managed this small batch of strawberry jam canning. It pales in comparison to my 43 jars last year. But this preggo mom just didn’t feel like picking that many strawberries this year. So, accepting where we are and what we have – this is what it is this year. Perhaps it will teach us to savor it a bit more. IMG_6300

Right now I’m savoring these days…the lazy ones of summer. Where you sense a quiet and begin to wonder what’s going on….and then this “mama” walks in the door. IMG_6256

And when you just can’t get the kids out of the trees.IMG_6285

And then on to the beach…..IMG_6325

And these days, of being pregnant. Oh how I do love being pregnant. I am savoring this for sure!IMG_6337

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