By Rebecca from Cherry Apple Life
Hi. My name is Rebecca, and I am that Mom who brings homemade food to your kid’s birthday party. (Insert cringe here).
A few years ago, at my wits end, and my son’s wits end, we made a radical change. After months of doctors waiting rooms and a solid diagnosis we were told to accept that our 4 year old boy Seth had Autism Spectrum Disorder and ADHD. When advice for handling the behaviour didn’t work, and the medication caused nasty side effects I was over the whole system.
By Jennifer Howard from Chasing the Firefly
My two youngest children began going to school long enough this year to require a lunch. These two are the picky eaters of the family. One lives on air and Pixy Stix, the other would be happy drinking milk all day long. I knew I would have to be a little more creative when making their lunches. I decided that making Bento Box lunches would work perfectly.
There are many reasons why I chose to make Bento lunches but the biggest reasons would be:
Crystal is a 30-something freelance writer and stay-home mom to 3. When not chasing after her kids, she can be found blogging about them at Kid Things.
November is Diabetes Awareness Month, a cause close to my heart. In August of 2010, my then 6 year old son was rushed to the hospital with a blood sugar reading over 800. He was admitted into the Pediatric Intensive Care Unit, where the first few days were the scariest I have ever experienced. His diagnosis was clear: Type 1 diabetes.
Unlike Type 2, Type 1 is an auto-immune disease. He did not acquire diabetes because he ate too many sweets, his immune system simply turned on itself. It is a chronic, incurable, but manageable, disease. He will need to administer a balancing act of insulin for the rest of his life.
By Britt Reints from Miss Britt
It’s hard enough to eat right in the comfort of your own kitchen, but add time changes and airport delays to the mix and staying healthy can be about as convenient as traveling with toddlers. Alas, much like hitting the road with kids, eating well on the road can be done - but you’ll need to do a little mental prepping to get it done.
1. Pack snacks. What makes eating on the road so difficult is the last-minute frantic search for food we often find ourselves doing in the most inconvenient places. Here’s a hint: you will want to eat. Guaranteed. Plan for this inevitably by throwing some travel-friendly food in your purse. Try granola bars, fruit, meal replacement bars or shakes, or even a sandwich if you’ve got the packing space.
By Jenny Grace from Miss Grace’s Disgrace
Between working full time and parenting full time, food can really fall by the wayside, especially when it comes to feeding myself. I’m generally pretty good about feeding my son meals that more or less end up balanced, but when it comes to me? During the work day? You have got to be kidding.
Over the years I’ve gotten better about (a) remembering to eat at all and (b) having something on hand so it’s not just straight from the vending machine into my belly.
I rely heavily on the following strategies:
By Christina of ThatGirlRuns
“Time and Balance! One of the continuing challenges we hear from runners is finding the time to run and balance running with all the other priorities in our lives. How do you do it? What are one or two things you have found that help you find time or make time for your runs. What do you struggle with in balancing what you want to do with your running with all you “need” to do?”
This question was asked about a year ago on one of the running forums I follow. As I was starting to think about this issue I realized that it never really has been one for me. The daily run has been part of my life for so long that it is not a question of when and how, but merely another routine not dissimilar to brushing my teeth. And although I have definitely shifted the time of day for the run around many times over the years, it has not ever been a consideration to skip a run altogether because something else takes priority. Even if that means getting up at 4 am or running on an old and outdated hotel treadmill for three (!!!) hours (I am not quite ready to revisit that experience though…). Running is part of my day, it is really as simple as that.
By Katie Workman of Cookstr.com
If you’ve been a slave to that blue box of mac and cheese, you owe it to yourself and your family to whip up a vat of homemade mac and cheese once in a blue moon. I keep changing up the cheese, depending on what I have lying around, and it never tastes the same twice, which I find part of the thrill. You should by all means toss in other interesting cheeses that you have around, like goat cheese, Fontina, Manchego, even that leftover hunk of brie (remove all rinds you wouldn’t want to see floating around your mac and cheese).
The Dijon mustard and red pepper flakes give this a little kick, a little edge, and save this dish from being too intensively rich and creamy (not that there’s anything wrong with that). This photo shows the topping-free version.
And, no, this isn’t low fat. Thanks for asking.
For the topping (optional):
- 3 tablespoons unsalted butter
- 3 cups panko (Japanese bread crumbs)
- 1 /2 cup coarsely grated extra-sharp Cheddar or Gruyere cheese
For the pasta and sauce:
- 1 1/2 pound ziti, penne, or any short pasta
- 4 tablespoons unsalted butter
- 4 tablespoons all-purpose flour
- 1/2 teaspoon dried hot red pepper flakes
- 4 1/2 cups 2% or whole milk (however indulgent you’re feeling)
- 1 cup heavy cream
- 6 cups coarsely grated firm flavorful cheese (this is the part where you use up whatever you have around; some good basic cheeses to start with are extra-sharp Cheddar, Gruyere, and Swiss)
- 1/2 cup grated Parmesan cheese
- 4 teaspoons Dijon mustard
- 1 1/2 teaspoons Kosher salt
- 1/2 teaspoon freshly ground black pepper
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My first true stint at exercising was when I was a newlywed living in Vancouver. There was a gym next to my office and I would attend exercise classes either before work or during my lunch hour. My firm promoted fitness and allowed me a longer lunch in order to go to class.
Ladies, we were flat out lied to. Period. All those teachers, parents, adult role models, and TV characters who constantly reiterated to us girls that we can do anything we put our minds to were effing liars. They didn’t find it necessary to share the fine print with us. They didn’t consider disclosing the gravity of the situation to us. Just like nobody told us that giving birth hurts like hell, nobody told us that choosing to be a working mom is a one-way ticket to our very own three-ring circus. Except the clowns are our children. And sometimes our husbands. And we are the tightrope walkers, fire-eaters, hoop-jumpers, trapeze artists, and lion tamers. And, on occasion, the lions. I am woman. Hear me roar, damn it.
After my second kid was born and operating under the mistaken assumption that I could give both my family and my job 110% of my energy (I was never very good at math), I spent the better part of the past year experiencing my own very special brand of culture shock. The kind where you just have to go to bed by 8. The kind where getting dressed to impress is simply not an option (you know, the whole drool, snot, poop, spit-up factor). The kind where a date with your husband involves a drug-addict like dependency on Netflix. The kind where your personal identity decides to go on hiatus, leaving a confused, spent, and in my case, fat, out of shape and depressed, shell of a person behind.
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