Shout out to all the WIC moms!!!

Let me hear a loud "what, what!" if your a proud WIC mom! I will say, when I initially signed up for WIC I was a little embarrassed and it seemed like a pain in the butt. But then I got to thinking, I pay taxes for this kind of stuff, so why shouldn't I use it if I'm eligible?

Now, I LOVE WIC! I will be so sad when the day comes that we do not qualify any more. I love the fact that I save about $50 off my grocery bill on things that we always need and when push comes to shove and we don't have any food...I just bust out the WIC checks and we have milk, eggs with cheese and peanut butter for dinner. Yummo (Hey, it's free)!!!

Anyway, for all of you that are already taking advantage of this benefit that you've paid for via taxes...I want to encourage you to go to this AWESOME place that I discovered today. I don't remember the name but it's up off of Lake Blvd. in the shopping center with Round Table and McDonald's. It's a small little shop tucked back between Round Table and the pet store and they only stock WIC approved items. I was in and out in 5 minutes. No judging person behind me rolling there eyes because my WIC check were taking so long. No cashier telling me "this is not a WIC approved item" when there was clearly a sign posted that it was. The clerk actually got most of my stuff for me and was so nice to me. It was worth the separate trip just to eliminate less stress in the process.

So, if you don't already have WIC and you think you might qualify, follow this old adage, "I ain't to proud to beg!" and go apply. And if you're already a WIC mom (woot, woot!) go to this awesome store and support their efforts to provide a stress free WIC shopping experience.

I miss dancing.

I really do, I miss it a lot. This past season of So You Think You Can Dance was hard on me (insert laughter here). Seriously, it made me miss dancing so bad. I remember on one episode one of the judges said "Dancing is my drug of choice and I just can't get enough"...I thought "That's me!".

I started dancing when I was around 3 years old. You know, the typical toddler in ballet and tap. I had a horrible dance 'Madame' that scared the crap out of me (I think all dance teachers are required to be mean). Even with that, I was hooked!

However, my parent's got divorced and my mom couldn't afford to keep me in dance class any longer...so dance and I parted ways.

Twenty years later, I decided that I was done 'watching' dance, I wanted to do it! I wanted to be the dancer not the audience. I was an RD at Simpson at the time and my schedule was flexible enough that it allowed me to go to some ballet and tap classes at Shasta college. I LOVED IT!!! I danced as much as I had time for and could afford. Even after I got pregnant with Judah, I danced as long as my body would let me. It was a riot trying to do pirouettes with a big 'ol belly.

After Judah was born I went back to ballet because I had a goal...pointe shoes! I knew that more than anything I wanted to give pointe shoes a shot. It requires A LOT of discipline and hard work but I was determined. I didn't just want to dance in class with pointe shoes either, I wanted to perform. And I did! In June of 2006 I dance in Cinderella at the Redding Convention Center. But after that I quit...I just didn't have the money or the energy to keep up with all the classes needed to maintain the strength and skill for pointe work.

Lately, I find myself dancing in my head as I listen to music. I can feel the desire to actually get up and dance creeping back in to my soul. It's so weird sometimes...I know that some people see in music or colors...I see in dance. Especially during worship at church. In my mind the whole song comes alive through movement.

Am I supposed to choreograph for worship or am I just longing to get back into class and let my body do what my brain and heart is wanting it to do so badly? I don't know...

This may seem nerd-bomber to some of you that have never danced. Hopefully my fellow dancers out there will understand ;).

What's a dancer to do....

Giant Fly

I'm trying to work on the image for Bill Randall's next sermon series and there is this GIANT fly that keeps buzzing around my head.

Twice now it's landed ON my head! This mother is HUGE and is making it very hard for me to concentrate. Anyway, here's what I've come up with. It's amateur at best but it's what I'm capable of...please take into consideration the GIANT fly I had on my head while trying to create this. I'm open for suggestions.

Holy smokes...it's been a month!

It's been ages since I've blogged. I've had many a night where I thought, "I should update my blog" but then got caught up in some show or drifted off to sleep. Then, when I finally sit down to update, I get overwhelmed thinking of all that has happened and all that I want to say...so, I don't say anything.

My answer is this, write a blog about the blogs I want to write and then maybe, just maybe, I'll write them. Part of this is due in part to my wonderful friend Abby who inspired a new habit in my life. Lists! We were out the other day and she asked me to grab a journal out of her bag and the whole journal was filled with different lists...things she wanted to do, things she needed to do, things she needed to buy, things she wants to accomplish...you get the idea. I was inspired. I have since adopted the "List journal" into my life and it's awesome.

So, here's my answer to not having time to write all the blogs that are currently floating around in my head....presenting, my blog list:

• Judah starts Pre-K
• Our new home
• Long Beach, packing and cat poop
• I miss dancing
• Listening to far-right radio...I'm getting old
• Zoe's recent blood tests

Hopefully this will get these homeless blogs out of my head. Then, maybe I will actually blog about some of these things...maybe, hopefully ;)

Tired, screaming kids. Here's my vent...watch out!

I just got back from a disappointing, stupid meeting. It had to do with a previous employer and money...neither of which are good subjects (for the record, I didn't embezzle money or anything crazy like that). Nonetheless, the situation turned out less than favorable. But, whatever. I knew not to expect much and that's just what I got...not much.

So, now my kids are screaming because they are beyond tired and REFUSING to take naps. It sucks. The stupid thing is, I know that if I put both of them in the car right now and drove around for thirty minutes they'd be out. I hate that! Why do tired kids insist on fighting sleep?
Pile on to all of that the fact that Derrick is gone again for training in Oregon making today my sixth day of single parenting (I give huge props to single parents because I seriously don't know how you do it day in and day out). I'm tired.

Here's some more interesting facts about today:

-Had to take Judah to the Dr. this morning because on Saturday he decided to grab my mom's curling iron and give himself second degree burns. Ouch! Doc says he's okay as long as his blisters don't break before the new skin has a chance to grow. (See my pro bandage job to the rt.)

-Zoe fell off her stool at the little table her and Judah eat at, spilled her juice and smashed her head on the tile floor. She's got a good shiner now.

-Judah peed his pants for the third time today resulting in an argument/discussion between him and myself about why he waits so long to go to the bathroom (super frustrating).

-And...while going into the bank to drop off a check, my bluetooth broke...Ughhh!!! I hate those things anyway but now I've gotta go get a new one.

So dear readers, I know I haven't blogged in awhile, so sorry to disappoint with a rant. It just felt like the easiest way to calm down. Good times! Ha ha...

Sick, sick, sick...

I'm tired of being sick. I've had this crappy sinus and throat thing three times in the past two months. I've never been a chronically sick person. As a matter of fact, up until last month, I hadn't seen a physician for over 6 years!

It's just frustrating...I'm tired and my throat hurts. When will it go away? When you think of it, pray for my health. :)

TV advertising works!

I'll admit that there are moments that I want to sleep a little longer and I'll let Judah watch TV for a little longer than necessary. It's always age appropriate and shows that I've watched with him before but what I miss out on are all the commercials in between the shows. PBS is pretty good because they don't do commercials but Nick Jr. is relentlessly marketing to moms and their kids. My son, being the sponge that he is, has been teaching me about how well advertising works.

I think that Judah was just around three (if not a little younger) when we were out at Target picking up a few household items. Judah was sitting in the cart as I stood in the toothpaste isle trying to decide if I needed whitening or tartar control. As I was debating, he pointed to a box and said "Mama, that's Colgate Total!". I was stunned. I laughed and said "You're right, it is. How did you know that?" To which Judah replied, "The lady says it makes her mouth clean and shiny." Score one point for Colgate for marketing to my toddler who in turn marketed to his mom.

It may have been a month or so later when we were driving around town, when all the sudden Judah gasps "Mama, look! It's the AT&T truck!" Again, I was thinking "what the heck, how does he know this?". I laughed, surprised and said "Yup, it sure is Judah. It's crazy that you know that." To which he replied, "Yeah, AT&T, your world delivered." No lie, he delivered AT&T's tag line perfectly. Score for AT&T for effectively sucking my son into their commercial.

Those of you that know Judah know that pretends to be different characters and says strange things from time to time. On Friday, he threw me a real curve ball. We were getting ready to leave for my parent's house for the weekend and I asked Judah if he wanted to get some toys together to take. Of course, he said yes. So I said to him "Come here Judah and I'll give you a bag to put your toys in." He followed me to the pantry where I keep my eco-friendly green (in color) Win-Co reusable bags. I grabbed one down and Judah says to me "Are those your green bags? Are you giving me a Debbie Meyer Green Bag for my toys?" I stopped short before giving him the bag and said "What did you call this?", holding up the bag. "A Debbie Meyer Green Bag." he replies. I was totally perplexed. I had no idea what he was talking about and brushed it off as some weird name he'd decided to give my bags.

It all came full circle for me today as I sat in my parent's spare room watching TV by myself. A commercial came on saying "keep your fruits and vegetables fresher for days...with your Debbie Meyer Green Bags". I started laughing out loud hysterically. This is what Judah was talking about. Some stupid "green bags" that kept fruit fresh! Of all things to remember why would he remember exactly what these bags where called? His little mind astonishes me and it's moments like these where I am reminded of my responsibility to protect his little sponge of a mind. Although, I can't wait to tell his girlfriends one day about his fascination with advertising.

I'll leave you with this. Last week in Target (we go there a lot) Judah pointed at a spray bottle and said "Hey, it's Resolve Power! I want to be the Resolve Power guy!" Look for Judah this Halloween dressed up as that loud annoying infomercial guy, Mr. Resolve Power.

What in the world!

Tonight I tackled the exciting task of reconciling our checking account (we're a few months behind). While I was reconciling our account I decided to watch a little TV.

Every few weeks DishTV let's you preview a few 'premier' channels. Once it was Oxygen, which I liked because I DVR'd "Janice Dickenson's modeling agency" and for awhile we got the Discover channel, which is the bomb! This week it's "G-4" (which I've never even heard of so I don't watch it) and the WE channel. For those of you that don't know, the WE channel is "Women's Entertainment", meaning mostly stupid girly reality shows. While working on our finances I got hooked on the show "Bridezillas" and "My Big Fat Fabulous Weddings". Both of those shows are pretty hilarious. Once showcases how loony some girls get when their wedding day approaches, the other shows couples spending obscene amounts of money on their wedding day.

But, that's not what I really wanted to write about...While watching these shows they had a commercial for a new show called "Puppy Weddings". That's right, it's a reality show where people let their dogs get married. A whole show...really? A whole show showing dogs getting married to each other, unbelievable.

That's it, that's all I wanted to say. I'm just baffled that someone came up with a reality dog TV show. What's next, doggy puppy story (like baby story), doggy divorce court? Shouldn't some things remain sacred to humans?

Sometimes I'm a jerk.

So, I was going to a friend's house for a BBQ the other night and I made a bratty comment about something to another friend. I don't know why I did it. I think I did it to be funny but then I realized that I was just being a jerk. I hate that. I don't want to be "that" person.

I used to be really bad at this. Freshman year in college I had this epiphany that I was a this cynical brat that I hated. So, I started to work on it with the Lord's help. I remember the first time I caught a bratty statement before it came out of my mouth. I felt victorious. But...alas, the monster is back and I don't like it.

So, if you hear me being a jerk please just say "Danielle, don't be a jerk!"

It's been a year.

My beautiful daughter Zoe turned a year old on May 19th. When I look back it seems like the year has gone so fast. However, in the moments of dealing with her metabolic condition it seemed like the days and minutes would never pass fast enough.

It's crazy to think that a year ago, Derrick and I received a phone call from a specialist in Sacramento telling us that, based on Zoe's newborn screening results, he was almost certain that she had a condition called Glutaric Acidemia Type 1. This is the first time I've ever written about those first few months in detail. I think I'm finally at a place where I can look back at it with peace and hope.

I remember that night so vividly. Zoe was probably around a week old and we were feeling Judah's stress of not being the only kiddo in the house any more. I asked my sister if she would watch Zoe for a few hours while we took Judah out on a "date". Derrick, Judah and I got dinner and took it down to the sundial bridge and just enjoyed each other. I remember having that "full heart" feeling. We had a wonderful son who we adored and we just added a beautiful daughter to the mix.

When we came home from our date with Judah I had noticed that there was a message on our answering machine. It was a man named Dr. Eswara. He had a thick accent so it was hard to understand his message. I remember hearing "your daughter Zoe...newborn screening results...serious metabolic condition...call me right away no matter what time". The "call me right away" was what made my heart sink. It was 7pm when he had left the message and in my logic, a doctor would only have you call that late if it was an emergency.

It was hard to understand Dr. Eswara on the phone. Primarily because of his thick Indian accent but also because I was crying in shock and disbelief. How could anything be wrong with this beautiful baby? The Dr. asked that we get he blood drawn as soon as possible and bring her to Sutter Memorial in Sacramento within the week. It all seemed SO serious. I took it seriously with words like "possible brain damage, physical handicap...death".

We took Zoe to Mercy Medical the next day to get her blood drawn. She had only left there a little less than two weeks ago after being born. When we registered her to go to the lab the admitting clerk said "is she here for a jaundice test?". I wished that was it. I wished that it was a simple as seeing if she had jaundice. Instead, we were trying to figure out the seriousness of this 1:100,000 genetic condition that Zoe had.

The blood draw was awful. Her little arms where still so tiny and she screamed until she lost her breath and the screams were inaudible. Derrick and I bawled. As we left the hospital we passed a little granny in the hall. "Another lucky customer!" she said, referencing our new bundle of joy. We felt like the most unlucky people in the world. Our eyes were wet with sadness and grief instead of joy.

I think that's the thing that was the worst about all of it. Losing joy. Having a new baby should be a joyous time. Instead, I was filled with the worst fear and grief I had ever known. I had never cried so hard in my life. I'd cry in the shower or in the car so that Judah wouldn't see. Derrick was so strong for all of us but I know he was filled with the same emotions that I had. We were crippled. I knew we needed to refocus. I knew that our God was big enough to handle this. There were so many reasons that we could look to that could give us comfort. For example, since this is a genetic condition, Derrick and I both have one mutated gene in our DNA that created this condition in Zoe. The odds of a child having this were slim to none, as I stated previously, 1:100,000. How could I deny that God had brought Derrick and I together for a reason? God made Derrick and I knowing about this gene. God knew that we would find each other. I found comfort in that. I also found comfort in an encouraging phone call that Derrick received from a friend. He reminded Derrick about the fact that we had chosen Zoe's name before she was even born based on it meaning. Zoe, meaning vibrant life and Nikole, meaning victorious. Derrick's friend told him "Derrick, that was God's promise to you before she was even born". I clung to that.

In the months following the devastating news I would pray for Zoe, A LOT. They were simple prayers. The main prayer simply a proclamation over her, "You are fearfully and wonderfully made, you were knit together before I even knew you." I think that prayer was more for me than her as a reminder to put my confidence in my/her creator. Zoe has been drenched in prayer by some really amazing people/believers and by some that don't even seek the Lord that often but knew in their hearts is was important to pray.
Those prayers have been heard and felt. Thank you.

We still have a long journey ahead of us. This is a genetic condition, so it's not like it goes away, it's in her DNA. However, I am believing that she will be and exception to the rule. I remain optimistically cautious with her. If Zoe gets really sick (i.e. fever over 101, vomiting etc.) she can be in danger of having a "metabolic crisis". If that happened we would have to take her to the hospital right away for and I.V. and meds. Consequently, I get really nervous about putting her in any kind of childcare, which has limited my availability to do things that I wouldn't have thought twice about doing with Judah. However, if missing church for a year or two, or not being able to go to the gym as frequently is the price I have to pay to keep her healthy, it's a small price to pay.

Today, Zoe is doing AMAZING. Her lab results continually show that she is processing Lysine/Protein at a normal level (just like any other child would). Every time we 'challenge' her system to see what she can handle her test results come back better than ever. The dietitian and Dr. are always surprised. I can hear it in their voices when they call. Zoe is our little anomaly.

She's walking all over the place (which is a praise in itself since most GA-1 kids are developmentally delayed). She's a happy little monkey with tons of personality and spunk. She is truly living up to her name. Happy Birthday Zoe Nikole, you truly are a miracle, vibrant and full of life. Most of all, you're victorious! Praise God!

What will they do without me?

On May 15th Derrick and I will celebrate our 9th year of marriage. My parents generously paid for a two night stay in a B & B as an anniversary gift. It'll be the first time I've left Zoe for longer than a few hours. It makes me nervous. I'm trying to be excited about the time away but our trip away requires so many preparations on my part.

Zoe's still nursing. Not much, but she still does about 4 times in a 24 hour period. I emailed her dietitian to see if there are any formula options that would be safe for her and her metabolic condition. The dietitian said that we could give her Enfamil LIPIL because is has the lowest amount of protein per gram.

So, I went to Target yesterday thinking it'd be good to get a head start on getting her used to the formula. First of all, I can't believe how expensive formula is and it made me grateful that I was able to nurse both my kids for the mere financial aspect. Unfortunatly, Zoe wanted nothing to do with the formula which means one thing for me...the pump.

I have such disdain for the pump because when they first diagnosed Zoe with her disorder they made me pump for every feeding and give it to her in a bottle. In short, it sucked (no pun intended)! However, in order to have a weekend away, me in and Mr. Pump must get reaquainted. Not to mention that I have to bring it with me and pump while I'm gone so that I can still maintain my milk supply for Zoe when I get back (Sorry if this is too much detail for some).

So, as you can see, as blissful as a weekend away sounds, the true reality for me is that it's still A LOT of work. Don't get me wrong, it's worth it and it'll be good to get away. Sometimes I wish it were just a bit easier. What does Derrick have to do to get ready? Oh yeah, not much, probably just pack a pair of clean underwear and a toothbrush. Lucky dude!

Watch out, I'm going Country!

Derrick and I had the privilege of seeing Trace Adkins live last Wednesday night. This was a HUGE stretch for us because neither of us are country music fans. As a matter of fact, Derrick loathes it. However, as many of you know, Trace was on this season's "Apprentice" and when our friends heard that he was coming to town we decided we had to go see him.

Our tickets were AMAZING. I've never been that close to anyone famous. Redding Convention Center isn't huge by any means but we were three rows from the stage. It was exhilarating. Trace started us off with "I got my game on!". Immediately I was impressed by the man's mere stature. If you've listened to Trace before you know he's got about one of the sexiest voices out there. Couple that with the fact that he's an enormous, hunky man and you've got an instant fan. I only had two issues, one: the hair, I'm just not a long hair fan and two: the jeans. the man's pants were so tight I was waiting for the "censored" sign to come out. However, about the jeans, I could tell that the rest of the ladies up front LOVED them.

Like I previously stated, Derrick and I are not country fans and consequently knew not a single Trace Adkins song prior to going to the concert. It was a little bit of a bummer because that's the great part about concerts, getting to sing along with the actual performer. Well, that didn't stop Derrick and I. Trace did the typical crowd/performer thing where they sing a line and then put the mic out to the audience to finish it. So, here goes Trace, "Her favorite color is...", we chime in, actually we scream "RED!!". We were so proud that we could look like we fit in. Until the end of the song when Trace sings out the whole line "Her favorite color is...CHROME!". I looked at Derrick and said "welp, so much for pretending we're fans, the gig is up now".

Of course, the concert wouldn't have been complete with out a few autograph freaks. There were middle aged ladies, all sweaty from dancing frantically holding a sharpy pen and Trace's picture. It was interesting because I found myself thinking "when do the expect him to sign those things, I mean the man is singing for crying out loud!" However, topping the list of desperate autograph junkies were two people. The first was a lady who brought her baby. The baby couldn't have been more than 11 months old and now thanks to his caregiver will be deaf because he saw a concert he'll never remember. This lady was pimping out her baby in order to get an autograph.

Our other favorite autograph lady was this gal one row ahead of us holding a file folder she had written on and a crumpled up baseball cap. Every time Trace would walk across the stage in our direction her arm would shoot up holding that sign with serious conviction. I couldn't see exactly what the sign said but it look something like "Please sign this hat for my mom" or something like that. But the best part was, on the side of the folder/sign that faced the audience she had written a huge "PLA". In my head I played out the scenario, here's how it went..". Lady: Oh, I'm so excited, Trace Adkins...now I just have to find something to make a sign. Oh, look a file folder this will work. What should it say. Hmmm, "PLA..." Damn it! I misspelled 'Please'!" So all night long, Derrick and I made fun of the sign lady. I know, we're jerks, what can we say. Derrick would look at me and say "PAH-LACE SIGN HAT, Pah-lace" as if that's how she talked. We're super mature.

So, I don't think we're full on country yet. But we are going to a rodeo tomorrow and I'm pretty sure Derrick's gonna where tight wranglers, at least I hope. Until next time...

I hid from my kids today.

Cocoa Pebbles caused me to do it. That's right, I poured myself a GIANT bowl of cocoa pebbles and hid from my children. When it comes to food, nothing is safe or sacred. I knew that if I didn't hide myself and my fantastic bowl of cocoa pebbles, my children would swoop in like crazed vultures.

I played the whole scenario out in my head. Judah would most likely crawl up in my lap begging for a bite, "Mamma, what is that?" he would say. "Can I have a bite of that?" And then would come Zoe, she's the worst. I knew that when she saw my bowl she would try to crawl up my leg like a monkey, screaming "eh, eh eh!!!" the whole time (that's 'give me some!' in her little language).

So, I did what any cocoa pebbles loving fiend would do, I hid. I stood in the door way of my kitchen, crunching my cereal as quietly as I could. The kids were none the wiser. Success!!

good bye MySpace

I'm days away from turning 31 and I decided...it's time to ditch myspace. So, here I am. I'm horrible at journaling so we'll see how current I keep this thing.