The Sting of Rejection

When I was pregnant with Miss F, I talked to my school about taking a leave of absence rather than quitting.  They wouldn't put anything in writing, but they agreed that I could take a leave of absence.  I promised everyone that I'd be back, and I even continued mentoring a former student for free and on my own time.  After I had Miss F, I was a little skeptical about going back, but I kept an open mind.

The first week of March, I got an email from my department chair at my former school.  She said that she had a position available, and that she'd like to bring me on board.  I had planned on not going back, but since the opportunity landed in my inbox, *B* and I talked about it.  He expressed a deep interest in staying home with Miss F, since that wouldn't be possible with our other children.  It'd be a modest increase in income, and we'd have a lot more family time together.  So I agreed.

I was told that I'd have to talk to the principal, so that night I emailed him.  The next day, I sent my resume "just in case."  I heard nothing that first week.  I kept emailing, and eventually he said that he needed to look over the enrollment and that he'd get back to me by Easter.

Easter came and Easter went.  The first day they got back from break (a month after the initial email asking me back), I emailed the principal again.  No answer.  Then I emailed the department chair.  No answer!  Two weeks later, six weeks after I was asked back, I finally called.  The principal wasn't available, but his administrative assistant said that she knew there were no positions available.  I asked her to have the principal call me anyway - I'd feel better hearing it from him.  A couple of hours later she called me back and said that he didn't have time to talk to me, but he said there were no positions.

Ooph.  Gut check.  I worked there four years and I had to hunt them down to try to get my job back?  And even then, I didn't get the courtesy of a phone call from the principal?

*insert downward spiral of low self-esteem and depression here*

BUT

Is this really a bad thing?  No!  It's actually what I wanted!  I get to spend my days doing what I REALLY want to do, taking care of this little lady:

Barricades

We live in a small townhouse with three stories.  Our main floor has the living room and kitchen, upstairs are two bedrooms and a bathroom, and the basement is down a flight of stairs in the corner of our kitchen.  Now that Miss F is mostly mobile, my house is full of barricades.  It's like my little house is slowly getting smaller.

When she learned to crawl, we had to put up our first barricade at the top of the stairs that lead to the basement.  We couldn't put up a baby gate because the cats' litter box is downstairs.  So we improvised.

 

We always kept a chair in the corner under the white recycling bucket.  The cat food is in the scoop away bucket, so we just pushed our step stool up and wedged it in front of the two.  The cats can go over or under it, but (for now) Miss F can't get past it.

We also liked to be able to work upstairs without locking Miss F in one room.  So we bought an extra tall wooden baby gate, but found that it didn't fit with our chair rail.  We'd have to cut pieces of the chair rail out.  So we bought a plastic one instead:

This setup worked for a good three months or so.  But lately, we've had another problem:

These pictures are only on the bottom four steps or so.  She started out only on the bottom, but she wasn't very adventurous, so I let her do it.  Then, one day, she sounded really echo-ey.  I went out to see what she was doing, and she was two steps from the top.  Something had to be done.  Because we have this weird diagonal cut out on our stairs (you can see a little in the top picture), we can't really put a gate across the stairs.  So we improvised again.

Our first attempt involved a chair and the box with our original gate in it.

Side note:  I was going to clean out the chair before I took a picture, but I figured I might as well show our real lives.  Those are all the chemicals and products we pulled out of our cabinets.  Miss F doesn't mess with them, but to be sure, we turned the chair around the other way soon after this picture.

It was a big pain trying to move this heavy, cumbersome chair when I had to get upstairs.  And I have to go upstairs fairly regularly.  So I pulled that gate out to see if it would stretch.  It didn't, but I managed to make this instead:

It's not perfect, but it's a lot easier than the chair was.  And it fits the motto that I'm trying to live by:  use it up, wear it out, make do, or do without.  I had been feeling guilty about having the wooden gate without being able to use it, so this seems to make up for it.

Going Natural Check In - Two Weeks Later

Homemade Deodorant
The past two weeks with my homemade deodorant have been...interesting...to say the least.  I found it to be really effective, but - TMI warning - I had these razor burn type bumps under one arm.  I think they're because I used an old razor when I was shaving.  The baking soda kept getting into these areas and it burned.  I had to stop using the homemade deodorant for three days so that it could heal.  Once they were healed, however, everything was fine.  Then, two days later, I got a red rash under both arms.  I took a picture because I couldn't find any when I googled it.  I know everyone doesn't want to see that though, so if you're interested, you can find it here.  That one sounds like it was caused by the deodorant.  This was after a warm weather streak and the deodorant melted.  I half-heartedly mixed it back together, but I think I got a bunch of baking soda in one clump.  I think the next time I make up a batch, I'm going to drop the baking soda back to 1/8 cup to see if that helps with the irritation I experienced.  And another thing I learned - it's really important with this stuff not to put it on directly after shaving!  Shave, do everything else you have to do to get ready, then put the deodorant on very last.  Otherwise it stings a lot!!

No 'Poo
No 'poo is going better than I could have ever imagined.  It's really freeing.  I'm at the point that the day I was with baking soda, my hair looks 100% normal.  The next day, it's about 80% normal.  The third day, I start to feel a little gross.  So I end up going 72 hours between baking soda washings with no real problems.  That's a HUGE deal, because I used to feel gross just 24 hours after shampooing.  Mind you, I do shower every day still, so it's not like I'm running around smelling like hippie.  I've been keeping a diary of my routine and how my hair behaves.  A bonus - my eczema is almost GONE.  *B* even commented on it.  Aside from during pregnancy (for whatever reason), I've had persistent eczema on my scalp since I was a kid.

This is my hair almost 24 hours (including an overnight) after showering.  

When I first started, I would have been super greasy by now.

Oil Cleansing Method
I'm kind of "eh" about OCM.  My skin really didn't seem all that different than with my old skin care regimen.  I use the phrase "skin care regimen" very loosely.  I used to just lightly wash with a washcloth and no soap most of the time.  I got some acne (which I'm not sure was going to happen anyway or was due to OCM) so I bought some castor oil.  I've used it twice, and again, it's okay, but not mind-blowing.  Then again, I did it every three or four days whenever I had time, so maybe I didn't give it a fair shake.  In the next two weeks, I'm going to devote some time to seeing how well it actually works if done consistently and journal the results.

Homemade Toothpaste
I'm pretty pleased with how the toothpaste has been working.  The taste is definitely something to get used to, but I really feel a lot cleaner than with commercial toothpaste.  I might drop the salt out of the next batch entirely just because it's a little overwhelming, and I feel like baking soda is abrasive enough on its own.  I have been reading a bit that baking soda can damage enamel, so I'm going to keep using it while I research that claim.

So the verdicts:  No 'poo is amazing, deodorant and toothpaste are probably staying for keeps, and the jury is out on OCM.

The Dreaded Paper Towel

For a long time, I was addicted to using paper towels.  We got them in bulk from Costco, so it was easy just to run to the pantry to grab more paper towels.  At any given time, I probably had 5-6 paper towels wadded up on my counters while I was cooking or cleaning.  *B* always got frustrated by how many paper towels I used per day.

I usually only use paper towels for two purposes:  drying my hands when cooking and cleaning, and blowing my nose.  The latter is laziness - our bathrooms are up a floor or down a floor from the main floor of the house.  Paper towels were always just closer.  *B*, however, kept trying to use the bandanas that I wear in my hair as hankies.  Not cool.

When we started talking about going natural, *B* brought up my paper towel usage.  I know, I know, the paper towels.  I kind of shrugged it off.  But when the last paper towel came off the roll, I didn't go downstairs to get another roll.

It's probably about a week now.  Maybe more.  I haven't even taken the tube off the roll for fear of upsetting the groove.

Instead, I've relied on my tea towels to dry my hands.  They're getting to be a bit saturated, and definitely need to be washed.  But it was somewhat annoying to get up from dinner, walk over, wipe your hands or face on a tea towel, then sit back down.  So yesterday, as we were walking through a shopping center, *B* and I noticed a new store opening: a dollar store.  In there, were some cute packs of "dish towels" that looked to us just like cloth napkins.

Thinking ahead to future children and the possibility of friends dining with us, eight seemed like a good number.

We also grabbed two yellow bandanas as hankies.  It's a color that I don't own, so it won't get mixed up with my stash.  They're very pretty, and so far, have been effective.

 

It's funny to think that before Miss F, the idea of used handkerchiefs in my washer would have grossed me out.  Now, that's far better than the other hygiene-related items that go through my wash cycle.

The one thing I'd still like to do is make some "unpaper" towels.  These are terrycloth backed fabric panels that snap together to form a paper towel-like roll.  They are up to $50 (fifty dollars!) per roll on Etsy, but I'm sure I can make it for less than that.  I found a tutorial here that I intend to use as soon as I have the money and time to make them.

The Beauty of a Clothesline

I love clotheslines.  I love driving down the road and seeing someone's laundry flapping in the breeze.  It makes me really happy.  I asked *B* for a clothesline for a long time, but our yard is a little wonky given its steep slope.  Last year, I strung paracord across the deck and leave it there because it was annoying to put it up over and over.  But *B* hated it because he would clothesline himself (no pun intended) because it was black cord strung at about his neck height.

My mom gave us a retracting clothesline last fall, but we could never agree about where it should go.  It wasn't until *B* saw a graphic in his climate change class that showed how much energy clothes dryers used that I got him on board.  We took a drill and some hooks, and installed the retracting line on the deck.

So I decided that April is the month of no dryers.  And so far so good!  Diapers are most often the thing hanging on our line. I think it's good for them to be out in the sunshine to help disinfect them and make them smell fresh.

But we also hang our laundry.  We do the adults' clothing together and then Miss F's clothes by themselves.  It makes for an adorable laundry line.

Is that not the cutest clothes line you've ever seen??  The only downside is that I used about 100 clothes pins putting all of those little baby clothes up.

Usually I'm pretty good about being aware of the weather.  Only once have I been caught unaware by a little rain shower.  But I found that old paracord, and made a line in the basement. Since our front loader washer spins our clothes really well, I wasn't worried about drips.

So inside or out, I have no excuse now not to hang laundry.  While we're calling it no-dryer April, I'm hoping to keep this going as long as I can.  I see no reason that we can't do this at least until the weather (and our basement) gets to freezing temperatures.

Homemade Baby Food

We waited until three days before Miss F turned 6 months to feed her solids.  We wanted to wait until exactly 6 months, but Christmas day seemed like a much more appropriate day to give her a new experience. 

From that day on, I've made every bit of her baby food.  *B* gave me an immersion blender for my birthday in November, and that made all the difference.  Since that first meal, I've decided that it's my goal for all of Felicity's food to be homemade for her first year.  It's been interesting trying to stick to that goal. 

My workout group hands out plum organic pouches pretty regularly.  When I first said no thanks, the teacher looked at me like I was crazy.  Yes, I know it's "just apples".  But I like having control over what kind of  apples, where they come from, and what bits of the apple I leave out.  For a while, I peeled the apples first.  Now I leave the skins on.  And I've always been picky about cutting out every bit of the seed pods.  As for the pouches, I have no idea what the story is other than it's filled with organic apples.  And I certainly don't know what's in the packaging.

And besides, when we make our own food we get to be much more creative with our meals!

This is Miss F chowing down on cauliflower, carrot, and barley curry when she was 8 months old.  How many 8 month olds eat that?  Some of her absolute favorite foods are sweet potatoes with cinnamon and nutmeg, and parsnips with pears.  Yesterday, she had fennel and pears with green beans.

I have two baby food books, but after the first month, I never used them anymore.  I know what I'm doing!  All you have to do is cook it (steam, sautee, bake, etc).  Puree or mash it to the texture you like, and spoon it into ice cube trays.  I freeze up the trays and pop the food back into ziplocs.  When she's ready to eat, I throw in 8 or so cubes of whatever sounds good together into a bowl, microwave it, and hand her the bowl to feed herself.  To make baby food, it takes no more than half an hour.  I make up a huge batch of a bunch of foods and fill my freezer once every month or so.

But, I was recently thinking about those pouches and wondering if we're missing out on having baby food in pouches.  Is it really easier to feed her?  So I found this post on Thankfully Thrifty where she makes applesauce squeeze pouches.  I made mine with pears: 

 

They were pretty good, but not right for Miss F yet.   I could imagine that they'd be great when she's older and capable of holding it herself.  It was nearly impossible to spoon up for her when we were out the other day, though.  

Our favorite on-the-go baby food?  A whole banana.  I mash the banana carefully through the skin before peeling it.  Then, I pull the peel back about two inches and pull the mashed banana out with a spoon.  It works perfectly, and you don't have tupperware containers full of food bits floating around in your diaper bag.

Though I know I'm being optimistic, I'm really hoping that *B* and I will only be eating good, wholesome foods by the time Miss F is eating table food exclusively so that she never knows what she's missing.

Foods from Scratch

Ketchup
When we cleaned out our fridge, our condiments were the biggest thing to go.  Even though we bought the non-HFCS ketchup, it still had a ton of chemicals, colors, and preservatives.  So the first thing I made from scratch was ketchup that I found on Nourished Kitchen's website.

It's a fermented ketchup, but it tasted normal to me whether I ate it immediately (which I did), or if I ate it after it fermented.  It's really simple, too!  Just tomato paste, maple syrup, whey, vinegar, salt, cloves, and allspice.  When I first tried it, it was very heavy on the cloves to me.  But after the fermentation, it was just fine.  I'm not sure if the spices actually mellowed or if my palate is really changing that quickly.  Either way, I seriously doubt we'll be buying ketchup anymore.

Mayonnaise
I grew up eating salad dressing, and *B* grew up eating mayonnaise.  We held onto the mayonnaise when we got rid of the condiments because it had few ingredients, but we weren't thrilled about the soybean oil found in it.  *B* and I were watching Julie & Julia (one of my favorite movies), when Julia Child (played by Meryl Streep) was making mayonnaise.  Then, it hit me.  If I'm going to have mayonnaise, why not make it myself, and why not use Julia Child's recipe?

Since I don't have Julia Child's cookbook, I looked it up online and found this recipe from What's Cooking America.  I had a problem with my blender turning off over and over again (it's on the fritz), but even then the mayonnaise came out perfectly.  It tasted like deviled eggs in the best possible way.  Like the ketchup, we will no longer buy mayonnaise.

Pasta
One of the items on my yearly to do list in the sidebar of my blog is to make homemade pasta.  I had always been really intimidated by this process, but I never had the equipment to do it.  My dad bought me a professional series KitchenAid for Christmas, and it came with a pasta roller and two cutters, spaghetti and fettuccine.  I absolutely love fettuccine, but I was still overwhelmed by pasta making.  One day I just sucked it up and tried. 

While I used this recipe to start with, it was way too dry.  I couldn't even get it into a ball.  I searched all over the food forums, and finally decided to add a little olive oil to the dough, maybe a tablespoon or two.  That seemed to make all the difference.  It took a little while to figure out how to get the dough to stick together long enough to get through the roller, but eventually I felt like an old pro.

 
I made a batch of fresh pasta for dinner, and dried the rest for another time.  I wasn't sure where to put it, but *B* stood it up in a half gallon mason jar.  Next time, I'll cut it so that they're roughly even and I can put a lid on it.

Rabbit
When I was little, my grandmother lived off the grid as they say.  She raised chickens and rabbits for eggs and food respectively.  Being a writer, my grandmother wrote me a really cute little chapter book about a bunny who runs away.  I still have it.  It even has photographs of a cute little grey bunny in the cover.  Imagine my horror when I went out to see her a short time later and found that she had eaten that very bunny before I had even received the book in the mail.

I had never eaten rabbit, and until that point in my life, I didn't know that people could do that.  But here I am twenty-some years later.  *B* had mentioned wanting to try rabbit, and I was standing in our local butcher in front of the rabbit case.  Without dwelling on it, I brought one home and threw it in the freezer.  It sat there for a couple of months.  Finally, *B* put it in the refrigerator.  I had to cut it up, cook it, and eat it.  I found a recipe for braised rabbit in a book I got from the library, Paleo Comfort Foods.

So I went online in search of a video for quartering a rabbit.  This video was fantastic.  He really made it so easy to do.  Within twenty minutes, the rabbit was simmering away in our skillet.

And the verdict: it was GOOD.  I mean, really, really good!  *B* and I both like white meat poultry.  The whole rabbit was practically white meat.  It wasn't greasy or gamey at all.  I served it up with asparagus, "fried" apples (pan warmed with cinnamon and a touch of butter), and homemade bread.  Oh was it ever amazing...

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