Make Your Own (Vegan) Dog Food

Leif, Buddha, Sochi, Michael and our 3 new feathery friends (we're loving us some sweet hens)

Leif, Buddha, Sochi, Michael and our 3 new feathery friends (we’re loving us some sweet hens).  Love that my dog and my boy both are learning to love all beings (they both love to watch the chickens–Sochi is very gentle with them).

When we first adopted Sochi, I ran out and bought the sweet potato and salmon Costco dog food they recommend. Its normal to feed your dog dog-food, right? That’s what dogs need to be healthy, right? However, I felt a little guilty about it. How could I justify supporting an industry that is on its way to depleting our oceans fisheries–or in the case of farmed fish, that creates unhealthy conditions for fish and creates pollution. Not to mention, I worry about the pollutants in our fish supply and the risks associated with consuming animal products.

I began to do a little research–was it possible for a dog to thrive on a plant based diet? Of course I wanted to make sure that I was doing it safely and keeping Sochi’s best interest in mind. I began reading and talking to a few people. Josh’s co-worker told me that his last dog had died of kidney disease–the vet suspected it was from a diet rich in animal proteins. His vet suggested he put his other dog on a vegetarian diet. I read of other accounts of this online.

Dogs evolved as omnivores. They need a diet that is about 20% protein to thrive (compared to humans 8-12%) and of course need a healthy dose of fatty acids. This is totally do-able on a plant based diet (just as with humans) but special attention needs to be given to protein requirements, fats, and of course a wide variety of vitamins and minerals. I ordered a supplement called Vege-dog that I sprinkle on Sochi’s food to ensure she’s getting all she needs with her home-cooked goodness.

Also to note, we eat a TON of plants in our family and our food bill is quite high. I was worried that feeding another mouth would make this super expensive. BUT, fortunately, we are seasoned bin inspectors and a trip to our local produce bin (ahem- veggie dumpster) really off sets the cost. Also to note, there are several foods you should never feed your dogs as they can be toxic for your furry love bug–

Never feed your dog:




xyitol (found in sugar free crap)

Alcohol (duh)

Raw Yeast/Bread Dough

Macadamia Nuts


I’m posting this knowing full well that there will be people out there that think I’ve gone coo-coo. There is no doubt that dogs LOVE meat. I’ve had to wrestle Sochi for chicken wings thrown in the parking strip before (because I don’t want her to choke on bones/there’s crazy ass people out there that try to poison animals–true fact). I’m not going to freak out when she gets a hold of safe animal products. There’s a lady at the farmers market that sells home made doggie treats that Sochi is like head of heals in love with (she thinks the market is a place where people feed her delicious goodies). I’ll probably crack one of our hen’s eggs over her food for a treat every once in a while (our friends and family collect the rest).  Also, so you don’t think I’m depriving my sweet Sochi, I give her peanut butter treats I bought at Back to Nature pet shop down the road from us and I’m working on making our own PB treats for her.

Simple Plant Based Dog Food Recipe:

3 cups cooked whole grains (brown rice, quinoa, oats, millet, wild rice)

3 cups cooked lentils or beans (switch it up to provide variety)

2 medium cooked sweet potatoes

1 cup chopped greens (spianch or kale work great!)

1 cup other veggies (I use carrots or zucchini often)

1 cup peanut butter

1/2 cup flax oil


I chop all the veggies, cook the grains, lentils and sweet potatoes and then mix it all up in a big pot. Sochi eats about 1 1/2 cups 2 times a day (it seems like a lot but because its not as calorie dense as store bought food containing meat, it seems to be the right about for her. I sprinkle on a spoonful of vege-dog supplement once a day!






Supa-dupa Green Smoothie



On Thursday afternoon I got a call from Jeff at the Humane Society. Jeff asked me how our adoption is going and I said, “GREAT!” There was a pause and I instantly knew something was up. He went on to tell me that Sochi’s previous owners had contacted them and it turns out they wanted her back. Sochi, or Ruby rather, had been a farm dog and wandered off for some reason. She was picked up as a stray on the boarder of our county and hers and brought up to our shelter. Her owners only checked with the shelter in their county and so never came across her. It turns out they hired someone to help track her down and they discovered she had been adopted out of our shelter. They understood that she legally belongs to us now but thought maybe there was a chance we would sell her back to them.

As you can imagine, my heart broke into a million pieces. I was sobbing on the phone with Jeff, telling him how she sleeps in our bed, goes everywhere with me, and how much our son loves her. I told him I needed to think about it. I cried all afternoon and talked to various people about how to handle the situation. In the end, I told Jeff we could not let her go. She is now part of our family and she has accepted us as her pack. I am truly heart broken for her previous owners and would love to write them a letter. Of course Jeff was very understanding and acknowledged I had been put in a very difficult situation. Commence stress eating. I ate way too much food in way too short of time. Today has been about loving my body through cleaning smoothies, walking, and yard work.

Supa-dupa Green Smoothie


In the blender:

1/2 avocado

2 stalks celery

3 cups mixed greens of your choosing

1 cucumber, peeled if not organic

1 green apple

2 dates

juice from have lemon

1 cup of water

African Peanut Stew…

Green smoothie, blueberry buckwheat pancakes with PB for breakfast--no one is deprived here.

Green smoothie, blueberry buckwheat pancakes with PB for breakfast–no one is deprived here.

Before I share the stew recipe that was such a hit at Leif’s birthday party, I want to share a few new bits of information that I learned this week via Cornell Plant Based Nutrition Course and the book I’m currently reading–Disease Proof Your Child by Dr. Joel Fuhrman. The information is actually quite depressing but instead of crawling in a hole and crying, I feel it is a call to action and also a reminder to continue on a whole foods plant based diet for myself and Leif–even if people think I’m a crazy lady who is “depriving” her child of food-joy.

First– I learned in my lecture today that most American children have evidence of heart disease by the age of 12!!!!!!! THIS IS RIDICULOUS and it is not a natural human process.  We are created this with our diet.

Second– According to Dr. Fuhrman, there are many adult onset cancers that are correlated with nutrition in the first 10 years of life. He also states that American children eat less than 2 percent of their diet from natural plant foods such as fruits and vegetables.  I’m going to go ahead and be a disease preventing ninja mama and feed my kid a truck load of veggies and fruits (and other whole plant sources) and avoid the cancer causing bad guys (animal products, processed crazy gunk).

Third–I knew this already but was reminded with incredible angiogram graphics from patients who had reversed blockage by switching to a whole foods plant based diet.  That’s amazing. AMAZING!

So,  I suppose I will let them call me crazy but I honestly believe that to have this knowledge and not act on it would be neglectful. As we teach Leif how to eat to protect himself against disease, we are also helping to protect our grandchildren as he will pass on his food knowledge to them.  We are also protecting his future children from losing their dad at too young an age.  It might seem strange to think this way but this how I think now that I’m a mama. Its super weird.

So if you want to know the key to good health–just take a cue from this guy–


Eat Your Veggies

play hard

And Play Hard (preferably in your fire truck jammies)

Okay, now for the soup recipe.

African Peanut Stew

served with home made whole wheat bread, spinach salad, and grapes...and a glass of vino because its a celebration, folks!

served with home made whole wheat bread, spinach salad, and grapes…and a glass of vino because its a celebration, folks!


  • 2 TBLS olive oil
  • 3-5 cloves of garlic, minced
  • 1/2 inch fresh ginger root, minced
  • 1 tsp crushed red pepper
  • 2 sweet potatoes
  • 1 large onion
  • I can fire roasted diced tomatoes
  • 1 cup peanut butter (no crap added) or almond or any nut or seed butter of your choosing
  • 2 cups beans of your liking (I used garbanzo)
  • 2 cups peas
  • 4 cups water
  • 1 bunch greens (I used kale), roughly chopped


1. Saute garlic and ginger until garlic begins to brown

2. Add onion and crushed red pepper and saute until onions begin to turn translucent

3. Add sweet potatoes and water and bring to a boil

4. Reduce to a simmer and cook until sweet potatoes are easily pierced with a fork.

5. Add in beans, peas, peanut butter, and tomatoes and stir

6. Add in greens

7. Serve and Enjoy!!!!




Leif’s First Birthday


Yesterday we celebrated Leif’s first birthday! And as cliche as it sounds, I really can not believe how fast the year went by. I once heard someone say that when you have children, the days go by so slowly but the years fly by. I feel like our days go so quickly as well!

famThis year really has taught me more about love than I could have ever imagined. There are places in my heart I did not know existed before bringing Leif into the world. His existence has altered my understanding of love, pain, and joy more than any other experience in the world. While the year went quickly, it also feels like I’ve know him forever.

My ideas about life after giving birth have been shattered in so many ways. From a birth that did not go exactly as planned to a recovery that has taken a lot longer than expected, this year has taught me so much about letting go of expectations for myself. A year postpartum, my hips are all sorts of wonky (this is my term, the PT made it much more scientific), my vagina is tight in all the wrong places, and my foot still aches after a long day (which I now attribute to my wonky hips). I’m not running and not doing the circuit class that normally keeps me going strong. I’m now seeing a PT, chiropractor, and massage therapist to get my body straightened out. I was so thankful this week when both the massage therapist (who was new to me) and the PT commented on my athletic body–I really am feeling like a blobby broken down old lady (and the massage therapist asked me if I am still in school!!! yeah! She thought I was in my early 20’s–or she was trying for a bigger tip!).

Something interesting happened last night though that really brought me back to my body. Everyone was asleep and I had FINALLY settled Leif down after a day of family and birthday celebrating. I got up to use the loo, and for the first time since my postpartum bleeding stopped, there was a bit of blood. Now, I’m not particularly anxious to start menstruating again but I thought it was amazing that of any day, the 1 year anniversary of birth was the day my body would let a little out. It was like a beautiful reminder from my body, nature, the powers that be of the blood, screaming, fear, excitement, wrenching, universe altering joy I experienced on March 8, 2013. It was truly as though I was being told, “Look Girl, you brought new life into this world. It was the most painful and exhausting experience of your life (and you are no stranger to painful and exhausting things). Your body literally opened up and ushered a new human into existance. Its okay that you’re not exactly where you wanted to be. Just be. Be right here.”



bday cake

And so here I am. With a TODDLER. He still thinks I’m the greatest thing in the world. He still lays slobbery kisses on me, wants to snuggle all night long, and loves to look into my eyes while he nurses. This moment will not last forever. One day he won’t need me anymore. He’ll be busy pursuing life and my body will be (mostly) healed and I can run run run. I’ll have all the time in the world without a baby on my breast or a diaper to change. So I’m just going to be right here.

Buckwheat Freezer Pancakes


ImageWeek day breakfasts in our family have typically been as simple and quick as possible–oat meal, cereal, toast or a smoothie.  Pancakes and other fancy things (yes, I think pancakes are fancy) are mostly reserved for special occasions.  But, in an effort to create delicious and nutrient packed breakfasts for Leif that I can easily take with us to our early morning job, I’m venturing out.  Last week it was muffins, this week–pancakes.  I made a big batch and froze them on a cookie sheet before transferring them to a freezer bag.  This way, I can take one or two out in the evening, spread it with some type of nut or seed butter and its all ready to be sliced up for Leif when he’s ready for breakfast in the morning.

Buckwheat is actually a fruit seed (not wheat!) which means its suitable for people with gluten intolerance.  Its also high in protein!  I feel pretty stinking good about giving these pancakes to Leif!


3 cups buckwheat flour

1/4 cup ground flaxseed

2 cups dairy free milk (I used soy because I was out of almond)

2 cups pitted dates

4 tsp vanilla

3 tsp baking soda

2 tsp cinnamon 

2 TBSL black strap molasses (iron baby)

juice from 1 lemon

dash of salt


  • Blend the dates and milk in a blender (take of sip of this magic, its gooooooood).
  • Mix dry ingredients in a large bowl
  • Pour in milk and date mixture along with other wet ingredients and mix well
  • Preheat non-stick skillet on medium heat
  • When skillet is hot, pour about 1/4 cup of batter per cake and flip once the the top side stops bubbling.
  • Transfer to plate when both sides are cooked!  
  • Serve and enjoy or allow to cool before placing them in the freezer on a cookie sheet. Transfer to freezer bag once frozen.
  • Enjoy!  

In other news:


This man loves being naked and loves smoothies!


Valentine’s Day hike at Squak Mountain– I think we get to keep her!


Home! This girl is content. Welcome to the family, Sochi!

Blueberry Power Muffins and dog rescue…


This post is about two completely unrelated things.  First, I’m going to share a recipe I’ve been using for some delicious and healthy blue berry muffins that have Leif going gaga in the morning (and they are easy to pack to our early morning nanny job!).  The second part of the post will be about my adventures in dog rescue and a little bit of heart break….

Blueberry Power Muffins

Leif Approved.

Leif Approved.

These are full of goodness.  You can substitute blueberries for some vegan chocolate chips for an extra special treat!


  • 1 ripe banana, mashed
  • 1 TBLS ground flax with with 3 TBLS water (flax egg)
  • 1/4 cup coconut sugar
  • 1/4 cup maple syrup
  • 1/4 cup ground flaxseed or chia seeds
  • 1/4 cup whole wheat flour
  • 1/4 cup oats
  • 1/2 tsp baking soda
  • 1/2 tsp baking powder
  • pinch of salt
  • sprinkle of cinnamon
  • splash of vanilla
  • 1/2 cup blueberries (I use frozen)


  • Preheat oven to 350
  • wisk together flaxseed egg and mix with sugars
  • Mix all dry ingredients in a separate bowl
  • Mix wet and dry ingredients together and then mix in blueberries or chocolate chips
  • spoon into lined muffin tin
  • bake for about 16 minutes
  • ENJOY!

Okay, now onto another story or two.  I have really been wanting to get a dog. For one, Leif LOVES dogs.  He gets so excited when our friends dogs come over to play or when he gets to play with my parents chocolate lab puppy.  He’s a dog lover and I felt he needed a dog.  With his first birthday right around the corner I thought it would be a great time to get one!  So, last weekend I went and met Archer, a crazy wild and crazy sweet  bluenose pit bull.  He was  not the dog for us.  He was so sweet and loving but also very strong and hyper.  We have a couple friends with pit mixes and I just love them but Archer was just too much dog for me and for a baby.

Yesterday, I went to the humane society.  Let me just tell you–if you have any heart at all, this place will make it ache.  I just wanted to take each dog in my arms and say, “YOU ARE WORTHY OF LOVE!” But some of them looked like they might bite my face off it I tried that.  Leif, our friend Michael and I talked to an adoption specialist and then we’re introduced to an Australian Shepherd named Sochi. She was incredibly sweet and so gentle with my littlest love (of prime importance).  I signed the papers, swiped my debit card and brought her home.

Sochi--Such a sweet girl.

Sochi–Such a sweet girl.

Leif and I are totally in love.  However, I may have jumped the gun on this and it is possible that we may be finding Sochi a new home.  Not because she’s not a fabulous dog–she is–but because I sort of just came home with a dog without really talking it over as a family as much as I could have. While I shed some tears this afternoon I keep reminding myself of a few things– 1) I bought her our of doggy jail and will find her a special home even if its not ours and 2) As much as there is a part of me that wants to stick to my guns and keep her, its not worth the conflict–cause we all know marriage is full of that as it is.  Am I right?  So, if you know of someone whose is looking for an amazing dog–let them know I might have their dream companion. She will snuggle and be chill in the house but is so ready for a long walk, a run, or a hike!

Lastly, a follow up to my pants pooping story!  After the pants pooping a couple weeks ago and quite a bit of pelvic floor and hip pain–I went to see my midwife.  I was sure that something was horribly wrong-a prolapsed something (rectum, bladder or uterus–or all three!) or that my IUD was doing something weird.  I described my symptoms to my midwife and she gave me an examine.  She was shocked!  Everything was perfectly normal–almost too normal for a woman who had a baby 11 months ago! She said I felt as if I had never had a baby!  She kept apologizing that she couldn’t find anything that would cause me pain and saying she had expected to find a prolapse.  She said I was in incredible shape (ha–I don’t feel like it at the moment) and that she thinks I might actually have some tension in my pelvic floor from being too tight.  This explains the whole 6.5 hours of pushing but I was told I wouldn’t be so tight after that! So, starting in 2 weeks I will be going to a woman’s health physical therapist to loosen up down yonder!  My friend, who I have confided my nerves in before the appointment, laughed when I told her and said, “Just a case of a tight vagina!” Yep.

I’m glad I’m taking care of it now and will hopefully be a bit more relaxed when the time comes to push another baby out!

Well there you have it.  Blueberry Power Muffins, dog rescue gone astray, and a tight vagina.   All in one post.

What I learned from the Cleanse

Oh Sweet Sweet Cuppa Joe.

Oh Sweet Sweet Cuppa Joe.

I fully intended on writing this on Sunday night, the last official evening of the 21 day cleanse but here we are on Wednesday and I’m just sitting down to reflect!  The cleanse was a great challenge.  I found myself in many situations where the temptation to indulge in a cup of coffee or a bottle…I mean glass of red wine… was very strong.  Even Sunday, the last day of the cleanse I found myself justifying why it would be okay if I just had a cup of coffee on my drive home from the beach.  But, I made it!  21 days without coffee, wine, oil, refined sugars, refined grains, or added salt.

Here are some of the things I learned/noticed:

  • During the first week I lost about 4 pounds.  4 pounds of which I gained over the holidays and was mostly inflammation from all the wine and sugar I consumed. bleh.  That’s gross.  I was glad to see it go.


  • After that my weight stayed pretty much steady, hovering between 123 and 125.  I found that annoying.  My normal running weight is between 118 and 125 and I know that my annoyance came from a place that maybe isn’t completely healthy.  In Asia, I was about 10 pounds lighter and I think I (sub)consciously believe I should be that thin.  This is a belief I need to challenge.


  • I really really like coffee and wine and salt. BUT, I’m not dependent on any of them.  I didn’t have withdrawal headaches and I didn’t have trouble sleeping or calming down in the evening without wine.  I did feel a bit sad though to not have it and my first cup of coffee on Monday morning felt AAAAAMAZING. Seriously, I was on cloud nine buzzing through my morning.


  • I had to eat ALOT to feel satisfied.  I kept thinking I would get used to the lack of salt and oil.  I guess I did to some degree but the lack of salt was pretty annoying to me for most of the 3 weeks.  It did teach me though that I do not need as much salt.  I learned today in one of the lectures for the Plant Based Nutrition course I’m taking that we do not actually need to add any sodium to our diets, even if we are completely plant based.  We’ll get enough sodium.  However, most of the sodium that Americans eat is not from salting their foods but rather in the packaged foods they consume.  Fortunately, we eat very little processed food!  I’m hoping to blog more on this topic (and really food labels in general) soon.


  • While I’m not swearing off oils and salt for good, I am much more aware of their use.  I will not use oil as regularly.


  • I think I need a larger whole grain rich snack in the afternoon so I’m not famished at dinner time.  Typically, I try to keep my snacks to things like fruit and veggies and occasional nuts, but I think eating a bowl of brown rice, quinoa, oats or something of the sort with some veggies might help me not feel like eating the entire refrigerator for dinner!


  • Eating clean is obviously a priority for me.  I am opposed to consuming animals and their products for a long list of reasons  including many health reasons.  While I know there are benefits to not consuming alcohol, coffee, sugar, oil, and salt, I’m willing to allow for small amounts of them in my diet.  I usually  try to make the best choices possible when it comes to these things.


  • The cleanse helped me re-establish some habits that had slipped a little–like drinking lemon water, tea, and doing morning yoga.  It helped me put an end to the holiday sugar and wine over gluttony.  Instead of eating olives by the handful, it make me more aware of how many of these extras I was consuming in my salad and I started the habit of just chopping a few up and mixing them in really well.

On Monday, aside from drinking about a cup and a half of coffee in the morning, most of my day was pretty much the same until evening when I had a drink.  And then 2 more. eek.  I ended up going out with some friends (a rare occasion for me) and then we I got home, all our housemates/friends and their boyfriends/girlfriends were there.  It was such a nice vibe and I had to share a glass of wine with my friends! So I drank too much, especially after giving my body such a cleaning!  Woooweee.  It hit me.  Everyone went to bed by 10 (we are getting old) and I was up.  I stayed up and ate!  I swear I had like half a jar of peanut butter and a giant bowl of oats along with a few leftovers in the fridge.  I went to bed at midnight feeling physically and emotionally yucky.  And then I woke up at 4 AM, wide awake still feeling physically and emotionally ill.  So what did I do?  I got up and started doing the good work.  I made some lemon water with cayenne.  I made some tea.  I did yoga in the living room and saw everyone off to work, starting with Danny at 4:30, then Josh, then Tasha, then Casey.  I allowed myself some coffee in hopes to loosen my tight tummy.  I drank a giant green smoothie once my stomach began feeling okay again.

This blue eyed drool monster is so full of life.  He's lalalalalalalaloping and scooting all over the place.  Reminding me that LOVE is the answer.

This blue eyed drool monster is so full of life. He’s lalalalalalalaloping and scooting all over the place. Reminding me that LOVE is the answer.

The rest of the day was so gassy but after a long walk with a good friend at a my favorite park, I was feeling much better.  By the time I got to yoga in the evening, other than gassing the heck out the the yoga session, I felt okay. Recovered.  Lesson learned?  Eh.  For now. I gave myself grace and laughed about it with a friend.  This morning, I stayed in bed an extra 30 minutes after my alarm clock–an act of love for myself knowing that I had only had 4 hours of sleep the previous night and would need the rest.  Also thinking about how next week my new nanny job starts and we’ll be out the door at 6:40 every morning!

Well–that about does it.  Time for bed!

They told me I’d never be the same


As I watched my belly grow and stretch in ways I never dreamed possible last year, I was told over and over that my body would never be the same.  I figured these loving and wise women were referring to the outer appearance of my tummy.  ha. Little did I know.

Last February!  What a different a year makes

Last February! What a different a year makes

celebrating my belly, full of love

celebrating my belly, full of love

I think they might have actually been alluding to the fact that my pelvic floor, no matter how many kegels I do, will never feel as strong and tight as it did pre baby.  I didn’t realize how strong it was pre-baby because why would I think about such a thing?  But now, 10 months after spending 22 hours in labor and 6.5 hours pushing a baby out while I could actually feel my muscles tearing open, I still get sore down yonder after a long walk/run/day.  Maybe they were referring to the lack of bladder control I would have for quite some time. Yep. I’ve totally peed my pants on multiple occasions post pregnancy (and I’m not counting the times I coughed and a little came out).  Or maybe, just maybe, some of them were speaking of the poop.  While I was pushing, I remember hearing over and over–“push just like you’re pooping, just like you’re pooping!”  Well, it seems that all that “pushing like you’re pooping” did something to my pooping mechanisms, as now, when I get the urge to poop, there had better be a bathroom within about half a second of me or I’m in trouble.

I write this because I had a particularly embarrassing moment today involving poop–embarrassing not because anyone knew (accept for all the people I shamefully walked by on the way home that could probably smell me) but embarrassing because I felt like all my dignity was stripped away and running down the back of my legs and onto the socks that I had to throw away at the park. Yes. I apologize if you are adverse to speaking about poop but this is really something I wish someone would have shared with me before it started happening for me.  Like, “oh by the way, you might crap yourself after you deliver a child”.

Pregnancy and child birth changes things.  My midwife comforted me afterwards by saying, “Well, the good news is you’re body will never be the same” referring to the fact that my tight runners pelvic muscles were now nice and stretched out and future babies should not be as tough. “Dignity” really goes out the window with all the crazy things that happen in pregnancy.  And thats before you’re naked, moaning and panting, grunting and heaving, sweating, vomiting, pooping, bleeding and tearing as you bring a new life into the world.  Any dignity you have after that, well, that goes out the window when you shit your pants on a walk 30 minutes from home with a baby strapped to your belly.

Thank heavens for compassionate, wise midwives

Thank heavens for compassionate, wise midwives

The moment I knew nothing would be the same

The moment I knew nothing would be the same


My right leg is covered in scars from epic adventures–a mishap trekking in the jungle in Thailand, a burn from a motorcycle exhaust in India, and some narly zigzags from rusty barbed wire on a trail run in South Africa.  I wear those scars with pride.  Why then, has my culture taught me to feel shameful about my mama scars?  Why do I look in shame at the tummy’s of my friends who have not had babies and feel inadequate because mine is no longer as flat or because I have what I like to refer to as “maternal fat stores” on my hips for nursing.  Why am I not taught to love these changes to my body–they are a reminder of the greatest gift.  They are a reminder of how my body lovingly grew my son and the connection that only I share with him–that for a while, we were one.  That his heart beat inside of me.  That alone makes a crapping my pants worth it.

This is something I need to work on.  I need to work on rejecting the notion that my body should look and behave exactly as it did pre-Leif.  How could it?  The moment he entered the world I felt a surge of life and love rush through me and I knew that nothing could ever be the same.  I instantly understood more clearly my own mothers love.  I knew that the 9 months of pregnancy and 22 hours of believing I was dying (from pain and exhaustion) was worth it.  I’d do it again right then if I had to!  Babies change your body.  But they also change your heart.  May I stop picking the image I see in the mirror apart and start celebrating my mama scars (and planning better routes so as always be be near a toilet or a bush).



Sometimes I must remind myself…



Today was a juice and smoothie feast day.  Its getting to that point in the evening where its just best if I crawl in bed next to my guys and join them in sleep land.  As I prepared my lunch for tomorrow–a humungo salad with all the good stuff, I was thankful that I get to chew food tomorrow!  Seriously, its like Christmas Eve.

The end of the cleanse and the end of this month will bring some major changes.  Leif and I will be providing before school fun for a first grade girl and I will be teaching two afternoons per week!  While I’m nervous about the early mornings, I know its what’s best for our little family at the moment!  It will allow us to save a bit more and help significantly with the overseas trip we have planned for the summer!  It will also provide more structure to our week and maybe I’ll feel like less of a scatter brained if I have to be at the same place every day (or maybe not)!   The family we will be working for is absolutely lovely and I’m hoping it will be the beginning of something wonderful.

So, lots of wonderful things on the horizon.  Life continues to be a bit on the wild side but no matter what comes I’m going keep chanting this mantra to myself, “happiness is an inside job.”