Peanut butter

Well, it’s official. We introduced peanut butter.

Everyone is safe and sound.
I am glad that is over with finally!

Some people say to wait until their two years old.  Others say, once they’ve passed their first birthday, you’re in the clear. One person recommended to go to the fire station and offer peanut butter onsite so if anything happens, emergency responders are nearby.

WOW.  My kitchen worked just fine.  I was very nervous though.

All I can say is, I’m so glad neither had a severe reaction.  My heart goes out to the mommies with children who are highly allergic to peanut butter.  I would worry.  All. The. Time.

At least if you know they are allergic, you are most likely prepared with an EpiPen.  Still, it would be tough to get a call while they are at school because someone accidentally offered them something with peanuts in it.  Ugh.

For other parents who haven’t crossed this bridge yet, here is a small tip that I received from a friend (adult) who is highly allergic (like cannot even be in a room) to peanuts: she recommended to take a peanut and rub it on the baby’s upper, under arm (their bicep).  She said that someone with a severe allergy would most likely have a reaction on the skin surface.  That sounds so much better than keeping my fingers crossed that their throats do not close up.  Anyways, I rubbed both boys, while The Hubs gave me a strange look thinking, “what is wrong with this woman…why is she rubbing peanuts on my children??”

There was zero skin reaction.

I then put peanut butter right in their face.  This time, The Nuggets were looking at me like, “stop teasing us crazy woman!”  No wheezing or coughing.  Note: in no way is that an approved way to check for a peanut allergy. I just thought it was a good idea.

Moving on….

Both Nuggets ate the peanut butter and jelly sandwich like it was going out of style.  And it is not.  My mom fed it to us by the ton.  And it’s still a delicious, and healthy, option for kiddos.

I also realized I forgot to share the smash cake cuteness.  All credit goes to B Faith Photography. Although I hope to start upping my photog skills and posting more of my own work.

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Being healthy

I feel that over the last 10 years the general public has become more focused on health.  We’ve got specialty grocers like Sprouts, Whole Foods, Central Market and Trader Joe’s (finally made it to TX).  We now have menus that include the calorie content or at least contain healthier options, vegetarian and, the newest craze, gluten free options.

Does anyone even refer to the pyramid anymore?

I wouldn’t always call myself super healthy but I have always been very self conscious about my body. I feel like I’ve changed for the better since heading off to college approximately…gulp…13 years ago. When I was a freshman I took a nutrition class that introduced me to partially hydrogenated oil.  It’s a preservative. It’s poison.  It is in everything. Everything in a box that has any sort of shelf life, has it on the label.  This includes pastas, chips, cake batters (Betty Crocker, Duncan Hines), cookies (chips ahoy, oreos), pretty much everything. I proceeded to read the nutrition label after that and I also proceeded to annoy the heck out of everyone telling them they were eating poison.  I did this to my roommate, my friends, my family when I moved home for the summer.  My mom actually told me to shut up once during dinner because I was chastising the food they were eating.

I did the same with artificial sweeteners and it’s poisonous attributes.  Fried food. Fast food. I probably lost a few friends over it as I was relentless passionate.  Kidding.  Sorta.  Then it seems the rest of the world caught up.  Trans fats are illegal. Vegetarian options are abundant. Calories are posted everywhere.  Articles, blogs, new stories, magazines, everyone is focused on healthier eating.  I love it. 

I’m not perfect.  Faaaaaaar from it.  I even developed a liking for diet Dr. Pepper knowing good and well it’s dangerous.  I eat fatty Mexican food, pretty much weekly. Anything containing sugar is loved by me. But I do take a proactive approach in trying to be healthy. I read nutrition labels and look for items with less ingredients.  I don’t eat fast food, I don’t even like the way it smells.  I don’t eat fried food, with the exception of tortilla chips and occasionally a french fry.  I don’t eat beef.  I don’t eat pork (yuck).  People actually call me a picky eater but if I ate as healthy as I…ahem…we all should, I would be the most inconvenient dinner guest ever.

All this said, I’ve been reading up on what I should be eating as a pregnant lady.  The web lists all kinds of “pregnancy super foods” like whole wheat foods, beans, salmon, berries, and yogurt…all stuff I already eat commonly.  Yay me, right?  I don’t think so.  The article/book(s) make it seem like that’s all you should eat.  I’m sorry, I cannot commit to that 100% of the time.  Yesterday my menu looked something like this:

-protein fortified/high fiber cereal w/skim milk for breakfast
-a burrito bowl – shredded chicken, veggies, black beans and rice
-chicken breast topped with tomatoes, onions and cheese and a baked sweet potato
-For dessert I had chocolate.  Too many pieces to tell you but managed to stay within one serving. 

Am I being a bad mom to my unborn children?  Jeez.  I think not.  I have a friend that ate fast food in copious amounts during pregnancy and he daughter is beautiful, smart and oh so cute.  I’m not going to stress myself out because I cannot be perfect.  OK, I’ll end my rant. 

-Lindz