It took days, months for me to have a positive outlook on Atlas’ birth. A few months ago, I had a complete shift in how I felt about his birth and learned so much about myself, my faith and accepting how perfect his birth was. I have my friend Roxy to thank for sharing her amazing birth story (67 hour home birth people. I know. She’s a champion.). Through all her struggles in labor, she remained so faithful to the Lord and surrendered to God’s will and it made me really have to think about Atlas’ birth and how I was projecting only negativity upon it. So here it is.
My mind immediately took me to Oliver’s birth. 20 hours, stuck at 9.5cm for 10 hours. Contractions 2 minutes apart. Best reward ever.
This will sound snooty but I honestly haven’t tried very hard at anything else because it’s either come easy to me or I’ve really just not cared about trying (lazy).
SIMBA: Something my parents have taught me
My mom has taught me to be giving. She sacrifices a lot for the people she cares about and I feel like that comes pretty natural to me most if the time.
My dad has taught me to not get pushed over! He’s the guy on the phone arguing with the cable company over a wrong bill until they set it straight.
Both characteristics have their flaws so it’s a matter of finding a balance.
This originally started as a Facebook post but I kept writing and it was entirely too long. I also wanted to be able to cite the sources I used (yay I’m such a good student!). And what better way to start my blogging adventures than to talk about pornography and prostitution?
I started another blog and I posted my first thing so it would be cool if you read or followed or something.
With all this attention around Wendy Davis running for governor I thought I’d share the best short article I’ve come across explaining why being pro-choice is very anti-woman. Wendy Davis’ perseverance and willpower is truly remarkable and I only wish she would use that towards supporting women’s rights that support life and women as in better prenatal, postpartum, lactation and overall maternal care rather than a woman’s “right” to end a life.
There are so many different things I want to blog about but can never bring myself to actually write them out. Mostly they pertain to being a mom, which is pretty boring to non-parents but in my mind I picture my dream reader to be a young man/woman who stumbles upon my tumblr and realizes the being a parent is awesome and looks forward to becoming one and in the meantime has a new appreciation for people they know who have kids. With that said, here is a list of things I hope to write about sometime soon and hopefully posting this will hold me accountable to make it happen! Ooo, maybe people can tell me which topic they want to hear about…
“I watch the faces of single people in their twenties after I bring up that I ‘have children.’ I imagine them taking a small step backward as if to avoid contagion, with a look of ‘Sorry to hear that’ on their face. Like I naively volunteered to contract leprosy, forever quarantining myself from the world of having fun by having children. Well, why not? I guess the reasons against having more children always seem uninspiring and superficial. What exactly am I missing out on? Money? A few more hours of sleep? A more peaceful meal? More hair? These are nothing compared to what I get from these five monsters who rule my life. I believe each of my five children has made me a better man. So I figure I only need another thirty-four kids to be a pretty decent guy. Each one of them has been a pump of light into my shriveled black heart. I would trade money, sleep, or hair for a smile from one of my children in a heartbeat. Well, it depends on how much hair.” - Jim Gaffigan”—
I read two books this past week. I’ve rediscovered that ebooks are the only way I can read whilst taking care of children. I always have my phone on me, no loud pages to turn to wake the baby I’m putting to sleep, and I can read it in the dark. Young adult dystopian love dramas, here I come! Now somebody buy me the HP series so I can reread them.
Today was rough. Really rough. Oliver has been working through some tough emotions lately that he’s never experienced before. Having to share nursing and cuddling me is hard work! Poor guy is an emotional roller coaster (which wouldn’t be so burdensome if my postpartum hormones would sort themselves out). All this morning Ollie was crying over everything. Me walking to our laundry room to start the dryer. Me nursing Atlas. Me making a smoothie. Me asking him to pick up something off the ground, etc etc etc forever. A few punches and screams later, I re-read him: What Baby Needs and We Have a Baby. He listened so intently and when we finished said, “okay!” and was fine! I knew we needed some quality time so I decided to make a Scandinavian Almond Cake! This is what we needed.
Here is our process and recipe:
1/2 cup sliced almonds
4 Tbsp softened unsalted butter + butter for pan
1/2 cup granulated sugar
2/3 cup brown sugar
2/3 cup whole milk
2 tsp bourbon vanilla extract
2/3 cup all purpose flour
2/3 cup almond meal
1 tsp baking powder
1/2 tsp salt
powdered sugar for garnish
Preheat oven to 350 degrees fahrenheit. Toast almonds over medium heat until golden brown. Continuously stir for an even toasting.
While the almonds cool, combine the butter and sugars. Cream in a mixer for a few minutes. Add the egg, vanilla extract, and milk. Mix until liquid. Add flours, baking powder and salt. Mix until well combined.
Ollie’s favorite part is sneaking his little fingers into the sugar.
Of course, some cars watching and helping.
Sweet helper boy.
Add the toasted almonds to a food processor and process until it’s fine like picture. (Note: these are not bird seeds).
I chose to use a bundt pan but anything will work. Butter the pan and add the toasted almonds. Shake to coat the entire pan. There were some extra ground almonds that I added to the mix.
Ollie’s least favorite part is when I take it away and put it in the oven…
Bake for around 50 minutes, or until toothpick inserted comes out clean. During those 50 minutes bad boy Cedric (who snuck out again last night) came back.
I hung out with these guys. Had a talk with Ollie about not putting his feet on baby’s face.
The way Atlas looks at Oliver makes my heart fill with so much love and excitement for their relationship.
When I took the cake out, I was so pumped to eat this. Look at that crust!
I let it cool for about 30 minutes before I removed it from the pan. I had to use a knife to help get it out in a couple spots, but for the most part it came out easily. There was one small area that stuck to the pan and broke apart, but no biggie.
Dust the powdered sugar on!
Eat, eat, eat!
This was the best cake I’ve made. The crusty toasted almonds plus the not-too-sweet cake was perfect. It was a little on the crumbly side because of the almond meal, so I don’t know how well it would hold up as a cupcake. It would have been great with some fresh whipped cream, but sooo not necessary. We all loved it! Daniel licked his plate clean, which is extremely rare and attests to it being delicious. :)