Sunday, 29 April 2012

A hodgepodge of recent photos.

Here are some things from my iPhone I felt like sharing...
A roadside stop on our way back from the Medicine Hat trip. Funny to think I have a sperminated egg marinating in there... This was a nice little walk - it was super windy so we found a little grove of stubby trees and played hide and seek with the doggies. There were a whole bunch of mysterious holes on this road and around the scrubby trees, and we never will know what they were from - but someone told us they could be badger burrows? It's a mystery. 









THIS SWEATER. I have no words. Can you tell what it is? And Dave's pose - I die.

Immediately following this photo, one of my coworkers came into my office and was shown the sweater. He proceeded to tell us how we actually are all descendants of aliens, because he watched a show on Discovery that talked about a strand of DNA that could not be traced properly, or some such nonsense, and how that confirms it - we're aliens.










I was eating this totally awesome breakfast-in-bed (thanks Warren!) and the two shitheads in the pictures above were begging soooooo hard for a bite. No dice mafas.  See the face below - I literally took that picture from a seating position during that breakfast, from the bed. Suckup much?












So cute, so naughty. Wanting to come down the stairs and jump all over me so badly, as I walk in the door from work. Their tails are thumping in this picture like crazy. 












I've been frying bacon and garlic and thyme, and adding quartered brussel sprouts a lot lately. I ate almost this entire pan after taking the photo - note to the self, don't add lemon while cooking - it gets too bitter.










Holy suck-up-faces! 

Do I need to say anything about this face? Reminds me of this:











All tucked in and sleepy.


This was SUCH A GOOD AVOCADO! Holy smokes. I want it right now!!! (I actually diced it up and put it on top of hot veggie soup, and went to heaven).


I leave you with this. Try not to feel sorry for me (yep, that's my BabyDaddy).

- Mama

Eggy Pies


Here's a little tutorial on a brunch we make fairly often around here. By 'we' I mean, I force Warren to cut the butter into the flour to make the pastry, about which he complains bitterly, but complies.

This particular occasion, we only put a few things into the pies, and made little ones, rather than one big one. In hindsight, I much preferred the last one-big-one we made to these little ones, but then again I put more effort into the big one... lots of sautéed leeks and semi cooked tomatoes.

Anyway, start with some flour. I use whole wheat, and I rarely measure anything. Add some salt, and some baking powder and whatever else makes you feel groovy - these got a good dose of dried chopped Rosemary, and some red pepper flakes, and lots of coarsely ground black pepper. Add enough cold butter to make it all squish together (if you don't know how to cut butter into flour to make pastry, look that shit up - too much typing to explain in this post, and I'm no expert either).



Pardon the PJ's, lazy weekend. Roll your pastry out on some parchment, and smooth it into whatever shape you desire, getting it as flat as possible.




For these ones, I sliced a nice, ripe tomato, some raw garlic, and broke an egg into each. I broke the yolk too to ensure it all ran around and didn't turn out like a hard boiled egg inside some pastry, though with the one-big-pie, I left the eggs intact inside the pie. I used loads. Wish I had pictures of that one to compare...



Fry yourself some bacon, and whatever else you want to put in them pies that won't get cooked enough just sitting in the oven (or at least, won't cook in enough time to avoid petrifying your eggs).




Assemble. (Imagine, the egg and the bacon and some S&P entering the scene after this shot...) Cover with a top piece. They look cute and professional if you use the prongs of a fork to press the edges together, but these little pies were too full to close properly, lesson learned.


I grated some pecorino on top (from The Cheesiry before baking to make it really crispy). I usually also keep some of the egg whites aside when cracking the eggs, and brush the outside of the assembled pies, but it recently occurred to me that perhaps I'm supposed to be using the yolks? Whatever.



Bake those puppies in a hot oven (anywhere from 350C to 400C depending on how impatient you are, and how much softening your inside ingredients need) and then let cool on a rack for a while. If you let them cool without a rack for ventilating, they're get soggy and no one will be your friend. And don't worry - the insides stay hot FOREVER after they come out of the oven, so be generous on the cooling time to let the pastry mellow out.

Devour!

- Mama

Some news...

Guess what? We did it. Sperminated BOO YEAH.





We found out on April 18th, but thought it was a faulty test, cause we hadn't even made a really thorough effort to conceive this month. Turns out, our little vacation to Medicine Hat for the Easter weekend was a fruitful one!
Although I've been Depo Provera-free since August of 2010, this is only the second 'cycle' we actually tried to make this happen on days when I was likely to be ovulating. We were surprised!






The picture above shows the HCG tests I took, starting on April 17th, 2012. There's no test result on the test prior to the 18th, and then on the evening of the 18th, I noticed a super faint line, and just thought it was either a false result due to something I ate or a crappy test unit, or an evaporation line. So, I went it bed nervously and attempted not to get excited (yeah, have you met me?) and just got on with my day the next day, and tried not to think about it.
That evening, when I got home, I peed on another one of the blue strips, and got a stronger, faint pink line. I was perplexed and called Warren in to the bathroom to look. We were confused together. He and I agreed that we were just looking too hard to see something that wasn't there. So I used the same urine sample to test with the big pick stick and BAM major positive. Warren cried. I didn't - I was in total shock. I was in shock for about three says.
I'll never forget how he looked down at the stick, saw the two lines, and looked up (down?) at me with wide eyes and and with an incredulous tone, asked "Are you really pregnant?", as tears welled up in his eyes. I can't wait to tell that little story to our bean, when the bean is old enough to comprehend. How sweet.

It probably goes without saying that I peed on every stick I had, between April 19th and my first doctor's visit which was a few days ago, but I might as well use up the rest of the tests that I have (I'm actually using up the ovulation tests because they react to the HCG or LH hormones) and it has been fun to see how the lines are getting darker and darker every couple of days. It's a nice, concrete reminder that something is happening, because nothing feels real yet - no bump, no sickness, no nothing... not that I'd trade sickness for knowing something is happen! I will say, however, that they're not kidding when they say pregnant women get constipated. Holy smokes, I have never been such good friends with Metamucil.

So folks, mark your calendars - the bean is due December 27th 2012. Lets pray for a January delivery!

- Mama






Sunday, 25 March 2012

The Naming Quest

We do this a lot. We haven't even fertilized a spawn, but we are a couple that likes to play the name game.  We discovered Whitepages Names tonight and we're off to the races, checking the frequency of people named the names we like, and hate (Unique Higgins, anyone? Seriously, people are named Unique for pete's sake).

Anyway, Warren decided it would be a good idea to start keeping track of the (few) names we can agree on so that we stop flip flopping on which ones we like, and have to go back and try to remember the ones we liked last week... you know how it goes.

With that, here's list 1.0:

Boys
Jack 
Woodrow
Elwood
Clifford


Girls
Clementine
Charlotte
Pepper
Pearl
Violet
Ursula
Grace
Georgia


Things he likes that I don't
Oona
Jane
Francine
Calvin
William
Sally
Annie (for the record i love Anne but it's my middle name)
Suzanne
Howard
Molly
Stella
Isadora 
Ben

I like and he doesn't 
Kirrily
Kinsey
Finlay
Hunter
Fletcher
Everly
Basil
Jacob
Jake

I think it's funny how old fashioned his choices feel compared to how new-age mine to, when they're side by side like that. 

... The search continues!


Thursday, 22 March 2012

Happy things from the last couple of weeks.

Greetings dear readers,


I took a hiatus from this little journal, but don't judge me. It's been q whirlwind at work lately, and having a new practicum student join me from the Event Management Program is simultaneously awesome, and increasing my workload - due to the constant explaining I find myself doing about every.single.thing. I do  - so it's been interesting lately. 
We exhibited at the local bridal fair, and had a good time laughing about all the gargantuan trailer park mothers with their unwashed and ill behaved children thrusting their little gravy fingers into our elegant candy dishes... I digress. T'was a good show, but I mourned the loss of my commitment-free Saturday. Such is the life of an event planner I suppose. 




Tastes better when you team up. 
W and I have been making a little more time lately to cook together. We both like cooking (and love  eating) but we usually cook separately. Last weekend we worked on baked chicken, and made it again this week. It makes the house smell unbearably wonderful. 






























Here are some projects I've been working on:


Hand spun, partly crocheted.

My first varying coloured yarn. Spun blue into fawn and brown.

















And what would an update be without some heartwarming instagramations of the fur babies? Behold:





Snuggle.
Munch.



Snooze.









I'm chalking it up to the impeding change in seasons (though this winter has really been more like a northern spring the entire seasons through, thanks global warming!) but we've had some pretty intense skys. While iPhone shots hardly do nature scenes justice, the shot on the right was of the most crimson sunset you've ever seen in your life. This is our lonesome Saskatchewan view, staring east off our back porch.





The second photo is of an enormous rising moon. People all over town were stopping to stare. Sad how small it looks in a picture, compared to the stunning sight that was.


I guess it would be prudent to discuss the business of family-creating, seeing as I took this hiatus, only to return with a blogging vengeance.
I'm neutral to report that we aren't harbouring a spawn, as of this cycle. I attempted to chart ovulation with the kit I mentioned previously, but I was sorely disappointed to end up having a malfunctioning test unit, which I will return to the store, and they will refund my money. I'm prepared to fight dirty here, people. You don't sell a hormonal young woman a fertility tracking item, and then have it crap out half way through said hormonal lady's cycle amidst her first genuine shot at conception.
After the red faded from my vision, I jumped online and did some research and found a website that sells the little litmus-strip-style FSH and LH testing kits, as well as HCG tests. While the ovulation kit I bought locally cost about $60 for 20 test and a reader, and preggo tests run about $10 each, I was delighted to order 50 LH tests and 15 preggo tests for $35. SMD Walmart! You sonofabitch! They arrived in the mail within the predicted timeframe, and are eagerly awaiting my next cycle day 5.
Speaking of cycles -
My (not entirely regular yet) period was 7 days late after all these sperminating attempts, so I paid a visit to the good old clinic to chat with the Vickus from District 9 about how his weapons work. While he insisted that cat food was delicious, and made me a tiny metal flower, he also imparted some doctorly wisdom on me. He decided that since my last  two good, 'regular', cycles were about 3 days longer than the 'norm', it was too soon to bother with a blood test. He did however, schedule me for my next needed pap smear, so I'll be back for that in two weeks. Had I not started spotting by the test date, he would have sent me for a jab to confirm or deny spermination. Started spotting almost exactly 24 hours after he said so.
The plan now is to wait four more days and start the LH testing cycle again in earnest. I'm pretty stoked to have the huge 50-strip-kit to use this time around, so I can whiz on a strip every day and get a really good feel for when the surge shows up, since I don't have be to frugal with a small kit (and they're insanely cheap to order online if you need a whole whack more, and should arrive by mail by the time I'd need them again anyway!). I've read up on some user-experiences with this method, and it seems that the most successful women watch the colour on the strips darken over a longer period of days following menstruation, as opposed to charting cycle lengths and predicting the best 5 days to use the strips. Since my cycles are still a bit dicey, I plan to use them continuously from cycle day 5 straight through to next cycle day 1 (bleeding), just to be really sure I haven't missed an early or late ovulation. Science is fun, right kids?

I seem to feel most energized right at the start of a cycle, so I'm going to roll with that and try to get back on the regular exercise train. I figure that even if I keep crapping out towards the end of 'the month' when I start to hate life, I get at least a couple of weeks of healthy routine in, and after a few months of that, maybe the moment will just come more easily all the time.

Here's hoping! Wish me happy baby making.

















Sunday, 26 February 2012

Oh dear.

While you enjoy this adorable picture of my sweet friend Hazel, I will be marinating in the guilt I not noticing they had no water yesterday afternoon. I also decided to turn the heat up I their floor, so my guilt was doubled as I realized they were probably warmer than usual, and very thirsty. I brought them full quarter bottles, and a dish for faster drinking (they just flip dishes though, so we don't leave them in unless it's HOT out) and Orson sat there slurping for ages. The garage was silent, so I could hear his stomach gurgling as he drank. I FELT SO BAD! I hoped to make amends by bringing them a dish of snow to play with. I hope it worked.


Extreme leg stretch, oh yeah.

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A Weekend Alone



Friday afternoon, the other three big animals took off for Medicine Hat, so the human could find a new truck to get around in, and catch up with the cousins and aunts/uncles.

 


Right up until about 9pm on Friday, I was pretty stoked on the idea of a quiet weekend to myself. I planned to veg out, get lots of cleaning and organizing done, work out, and most importantly - fiddle around with my new spinning wheel!(on the right).
 I bought it out at the Alpaca Loft at TNC Alpacas (aka Cathy Merkley's place) on Thursday night, and after the snow storm I braved to drive out and pick it up, I was elated to have it home (and be alive!). However, my enthusiasm was rather swiftly thwarted by an ill-mannered sister visitor, who was swiftly and enthusiastically evicted shortly after arriving, but the damage was done. All I wanted to do was call Warren and bitch about how much of a pain in the ass it is not to live here in relative solitude (pun intended).
Anyway, after venting to him, I decided to get over it, and get to attempting to spin!

I was actually surprised at a couple of things: I had watched a bunch of videos on youtube of chicks my age spinning pretty confidently, and was rather convinced that it would be a whole lot easier that I had always assumed. I turned out to be right, yet wrong.

The actual process of spinning the yarn is somewhat uncomplicated, at least for someone like me who is used to handling fibers and working with their hands. That being what it may, I found that getting started was pretty tricky - the basic action of getting the start of the roving attached to the leader line proved to be a challenge for me. I have a lot of tweaking and learning to do when it comes to optimizing treadle'ing speed and using a light touch on the tension, but I grasp the basics. Alas, I found it really trick to get a good pace going, and move the part of the leader that starts outside the orifice, onto the bobbin. Once I got the motion of feeding the fibre towards the wheel, it all started to come together (above, left).
After I worked out a good chunk of the bobbin full of somewhat even-looking yarn, I rolled it all up into a little ball. Woo! I made yarn! And it actually looked pretty cool!(evidence at right). I might try and figure out a really small little project to make with it, even if it's just a square, to hang onto it as a keepsake. I later read that leaving the yarn on the bobbin for 24hrs is a good way to set the twist... I'll keep that in mind for next time!

Now, switching gears to all-things-mama...


Lately, I've grown somewhat disenchanted with a couple of the baby blogs I follow. I'm not overly excited about your fashion choices, so when I see multiple posts informing readers where the writer bought every item of clothing they are wearing in the super precious and clearly retouched photos that their husband's reflection is evident in, I start looking around the blogosphere for something that doesn't smack so strongly of narcissism. And yes, I'm aware of the irony in looking for a non-narcissistic blog about people cloning themselves and sharing their every related thought with the world, but there's a line to be crossed, I feel. Also, giveaways. They just feel so cheesy and commercial to me, and the appeal or parenting blogs (for me anyway) is the unfiltered nature of the information, and the sharing of an amazing human experience. Mingle that heavily enough with commercialism or fashion, and throw in a heaping serving of your love for Christ, and I'll catch you on the flip side.

I did find one interesting couple who just squirted out a spawn, and surprisingly, they're full-on Jesus happy. Not usually my style, but they both seem really dedicated to fitness and have a good sense of humour about their lives, so it makes for a humble and seemingly honest read. And while the mama/writer is super cute and has great style, it's rarely mentioned, and she certainly doesn't feel the need to do a big fashion photo shoot each week. Praise hosanna!  If you're interested, here's Martha's site .

I also started reading another baby book, one I've had sitting on my nightstand for a couple of months, and just haven't bothered to open and get in to. It's the Mayo Clinic version of What to Expect, and so far, a whole lot less cutesy/vomitworthy that the namesake. Don't get me wrong, the original was a good place to start. But that was about it. The layout was so cramped and confusing, and the inset boxes of text often went through the main text in a way that when you were finished whatever came up in the box, you had to go back and start again. On the whole, relatively overwhelming and the information was very vague and broad. I really didn't relate to the tone of the book either. The Mayo Clinic version, however, has a much nicer layout and, GASP real pictures of real people illustrating the text! The semi-computerized pictures on and throughout the first book were just awful. It felt like reading a manual on some sort of no-longer-in-use feminine product from decades ago.
The May book also has a cute little 'exercise of the month' section in each chapter, and that's the chronology of the whole book. The text is, so far, full of useful charts and options for comparison. I'll write some more about the read, surely.

This morning I found myself doing something backwards - I cognitively hoped that my ovulation test would remain 'negative' when I tested, and that I might ovulate (if at all this month, who knows?) later than planned, so the male human can come home and give me his seed at the appropriate interval, to optimize human-producing conditions in my lady garden (yep I totally stole that term from the aforementioned blog, get over it). I realized that since a snow storm has blown into the prairies, not only will his truck-search be slowed by at least one day, but that his departure from the south will like be at least one, if not several, days later than originally anticipated. Luckily, we both have the flexibility in our jobs that these types of situations don't cause a major ruckus, but it occurred to me that we should be swapping fluids prior to predicted ovulation, not exactly when I'm supposed to be eggywegged. We'll see how that goes! Praying (to a god I know doesn't exist) that he comes home sooner than later, or that I ovulate later than my little period tracker app predicts!

In related news, I was checking out a developmental chart in the Mayo book, and did some calculations, and figured that if we spawn on this cycle (stranger things happen than healthy people conceiving on their first 'try' but I'm not holding my breath or stressing) then Jorvulax (t's nice, and gender neutral, huh?) would be due just after December 4th - I think the chart in the book would predict about December 7th. Neat!

I would ask you to send me some fertility vibes, but the whole purpose of this blog is to keep this documented until after spawning has been confirmed, so you'll be seeing this knowing it worked, though maybe not this time. I chose to believe that you would have, if you had known.



Wednesday, 22 February 2012

Frustration

I was folding laundry on the bed in the master bedroom tonight, when I heard Darwin whining from the ensuite bathroom and realized it was very quiet... Too quiet. When you have two young dogs, a very quiet house means one of only two things: they're not home, or they're getting into some serious shit.

I crept over quietly to the bathroom door, hoping to catch them in the act of something dubious. When I peeked in, I couldn't resist tip toe'ing into the bedroom to grab my phone - he was leaning over the jacuzzi whimpering softly at the rubber duckie that he'd nudged over the edge, and was now too much of a chicken to jump in and retrieve.


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Some things just don't last...

I crocheted a cute little flower headband thing to put around Zu's neck, and it was adorable. For about thirty seconds. That's how long it took for her to become interested in chewing it to smithereens!



I'm glad we both enjoyed it, in our own way.


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Sunday, 19 February 2012

Cheers!




Here's hoping that an alcohol-free 9 months is close on the horizon (for now, check out the Magnum in ice in the soup pot in the background)!


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Sunny Sunday

Warren's favorite restaurant in the world is this bizarre little Chinese food place in Maidstone, (about 55km from Llloyd) that has all dy breakfast and burgers. It's run by a guy named Sunny, and according to Warren, he's a gem. See, the thing with Sunny is, he puts up with feeding obnoxious customers (like Warren, riggers, and a host of racially insensitive seniors from nearby farms) and, certainly most importantly, he orders his bacon cut REALLY thick.
If you ask me, no matter how thick or thin, the best bacon on earth comes from Red Barn market in Victoria. (How do I know? I used to slice it when I worked in their deli and something about consuming pound after pound of raw bacon makes me an expect, even of I do say do myself.)
Suffice to say I am unimpressed with Sunny's, but they make decent chow mein, so I chow on that. Today, unfortunately, Darwin the Dog decided he too loves Sunny's pork chow mein. He ate basically an entire serving of it from the take out container we left on the truck floor, while we were in Walmart (the irony of the 'doggy bag' has never been so pungent). Can't wait to see what kind of diapers he's going to be making!

Anyway, this morning, for the first time in far too long, we slept in together, got up and ate breakky in the kitchen together, drank tea together, and went on an outing together. I love having family time on the weekends, and it certainly helps to grease the wheels by offering to hit up Sunny's on the way out.
We took the dogs for a walk down a lease road along some farmland, and it was beautiful.


The sun was glowing through some clouds, it was about -3 or -4 and hardly windy.



Zuzu hoping to be reimbursed for posing so nicely.











Listening to some crackling in the bushes - this calm attentiveness was shortly following by tough, big dog barking at whatever poor creature was scrambling in fear in the stand of birch.


What a nice way to spend a Sunday afternoon with your animals (all three of them!)

We made our way back into town, to discover that snow had fallen while we were out in sun country. It's strange to see such a change in the look of things when you've only been out for a couple of hours!

Wheb we picked up groceries, I gathered a couple of baby-friendly items, namely an ovulation kit. I had no idea they were to be had in stores, and for about $60! This discovery was a pleasant surprise after being (extremely rudely) told by a shoppers drug mart pharmacist that they were not only unavailable as a regular stock item, but also very expensive (and that I wouldn't be interested in them, as "they're verrrrry pricey". Could have put my foot up his ass after that comment. Do I look that poor? I think no!).

In a stroke of good luck, it happens that the test kit wants me to start testing ONLY on my 5th period day, and today is day 4, so I can start tomorrow! How exciting! Patience is not my strong suit.





Wish me luteinizing hormone calculation success!

Happy Family Day tomorrow!

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Saturday, 18 February 2012

Getting the hang...


Phew! I'm pooped! Learning how to wrangle all these gadgets is exhausting, but check me out! I'm doin' it!



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Friday, 17 February 2012

First attempt at mobile blogging...

OH MAJOR VICTORY!


Tonight, not only did I start a blog, download instagram (finally) and use both, once each, successfully- I also bought a mobile blogging app and amalgamate my skills in order to create one epic event - polished looking photo post, right from my iPhone!
It's a technological documentation trifecta folks! SNAP!


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Location:Home, snuggle bed.

Day 1



Well, there, I said it - A Higgins. Me, Erika. Erika Higgins. Erika Anne Higgins


By the time you're reading this, I'm married. That much I can be sure of, because outside of asking hubby dearest what he thought of me opening a hotmail account using the married name I intend to take after we seal the deal in a couple of months, no one is supposed to know about this little blog until we have actually taken the plunge. (Confused? - I'm writing this on February 17th, 2012 as I intend to begin this blog now, and continue using it as a documenting tool as we embark upon some major adventures, namely cloning ourselves in what is surely the most narcissist act either of us will ever undertake, and I am EXCITED AND PROUD! Can I get a whoop whoop for reproduction? Yeah!) But, I'm not actually a Higgins yet, nor am I sperminated yet (this much I know with certainty). 
Hopefully though, you're reading this because we've spawned a mini Wiggsy, and I've decided to go public with the news, and this is where you should start, if you want the whole story, from before it was even much to tell, really!


Let's set a ground rule or two, though. Please feel free to read, enjoy, discuss, whatever - but under no circumstances do I want to hear your opinion on the choices I'm making for my family, thank you very much. Just as I promise not to read your diary and then let you know how I feel about your deeply personal thoughts, I expect you will afford my diary the same respect. 


Actually, that's pretty much the only rule. I'll be happy to connect with others in the blogosphere once we're actively gestating, but if you're looking for a soapbox, well basically just fuck off and don't bother. 


Thanks!