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
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
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.
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.