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Five is almost six!

Tuesday, May 3rd, 2011

Pre-baby calm

For the fourth time, Jenn is days away from delivering a baby. Again, we’re using a midwife. Again, we’re hoping and praying for a safe delivery, a healthy child and a healthy mom.

Jenn’s last two labors were short. Each time less than two hours from the start, a new little baby was crying her way through her new life. During Jenn’s checkup at the midwife today they told her it could be any day, so from here on out we’re staying close to home. With the last two a long drive could have led to an in-car delivery. I’d prefer to avoid being listed at the attending physician in addition to the father on this child’s birth certificate, so we’ll try to keep life within a 20 minute drive.

Finally we’ve landed on both boy and girls names. We don’t know much about this baby, but we know boy or girl this kid will start life with a great name.

Any prayers you can offer are greatly appreciated. Our kids are excited, but this will be a big shift for them. Arden especially will experience some challenges as the youngest, never before being asked to trade a portion of her parents attention in exchange for a new sibling.

Spring has broke

Friday, March 18th, 2011

Of the jungle

Spring break started at 3p this afternoon. By the time I got home from work my son was running around wearing only two shirts ties together around his waist, hoopin’ and hollerin’ all around the backyard. We don’t have any firm plans, but hopefully we find some way to harness that energy for good. Hopefully we find ways to keep him fully dressed.

Back to (healthy) life

Wednesday, March 16th, 2011

Late Monday night, Harper got sick. She was up through every one of the wee hours of the morn throwing up. Then she woke up not because she had to retch but because she felt like a wretch. The next day she was largely done with the stomach turns but still in a sad state, worn out from a fever and the sleepless night.

She went from misery to a more lugubrious state as the day turned to night, with a final burst of positive verve before she faded. This morning her fever had faded too. We kept her home for precautionary reasons. It’s good we did, because she was still frayed and prone to fits.

Along the way, Jenn and I mustered as much caring and cleanup as we could on a very little sleep. We fumbled through post-puke consolations and tended to each other as best as we could. It would seem we succeeded in keeping everyone else well through a combination of incessant hand-washing and a strict isolationist policy. We went so far as to separate their overlapping meals. Last night I took the well kids out for dinner and ice cream so that they’d have a minimum window of infection. Perhaps it was a little cruel, but less cruel to the whole family than putting another child through an insomniac night of vomit and tears.

How to avoid high fructose at Chick-fil-A

Tuesday, March 1st, 2011

How to have Chick Fil A without High Fructose

In the last decade I’ve eaten at Chick-fil-A more than 500 times. At this point I consider myself to be an expert at eating at Chick-fil-A. Granted it’s just a fast food restaraunt so perhaps obtaining expert status isn’t much of a challenge.

Applying my expert status to their menu turned out to be more complicated that I expected. I found out that the regular CFA buns contain high-fructose corn syrup (HFCS). I stopped eating HFCS half a year ago. I’ve cut out offending sodas, snacks, ice creams, treats, breads, cereals and other groceries. Learning Chick-fil-A was tainting their bread with a lesser sweetener was a blow. The most frustrating part was not being able to find out whether their more expensive wheat buns also were made with high-fructose.

Their website didn’t feature the wheat buns anywhere. They don’t list a phone number I could call either. I tried tweeting @chickfila but didn’t get a reply. I even came up short at the store – none of the employees knew what was in the wheat buns. I was prepared to shift down to the lesser nugget or just forgo eating there entirely.

Then I read about the grilled sandwich on a lark and saw its bun, listed as “bun” in the ingredients, wasn’t made with high-fructose corn syrup. They just used regular sugar. After a brief conversation with the manager we figured out that for an extra 20¢ you can get a bun with a regular sandwich that isn’t made with a lesser sweetener.

So if you love Chick-fil-A and want to either avoid high-fructose or just ditch cheap sugar substitutes, throw in two dimes and upgrade to the whole wheat bun. It tastes great.

Two!

Sunday, February 13th, 2011

2!

Our youngest turned two years old as of a few minutes ago and we celebrated with friends earlier today. She’s the third child we’ve celebrated hitting the second anniversary and the party felt in some ways like echoes of past parties.

Celebrating the same milestones with different children is a distinct pleasure of parenthood. In our case, we usually celebrate the same milestones with each child multiple times. For birthdays we usually have a party at our home, at my mother-in-law’s, sometimes with my parents and occasionally with my father-in-law’s family. Often we’ll have a just-our-family party too. So for every birthday we’ll hold at least three festivities.

Tomorrow Arden will turn two for real. Next weekend we’ll have a party with Jenn’s family. All told, I think by next Sunday we’ll have reached our 11th party celebrating the second year of one of our children. Perhaps that’s excessive. Then again, for most of human history getting out of infancy was a terrible struggle. So we’ll continue to err on the side of celebration and rejoice that we’ve had the company of our dear daughter for two years.

Work benefits

Friday, February 11th, 2011

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I work at Northland Church. My wife works at the cooperative preschool in the church. So three days a week we work in the same building and our girls are in the preschool Jenn’s working at. Our frequent workday proximity is perhaps the greatest job perk I could imagine.

Commuting to work takes 15-20 minutes each way on most days. But it’s no so bad when I get to drive with family in the car. Our workday closeness also makes family lunches convenient. I could make a list a mile long of the specific gains I get to a family usually so nearby. But the ease of access I have for casual moments like the one above, captured just outside Northland’s East door might be my favorite.

Sick

Friday, February 4th, 2011

For the last 48 hours we’ve been nursing our youngest  daughter. Fevers and occasional whining and even a bit of vomit have marked the hours. Those details are unremarkable when you’re tending to a sick kid.

What is remarkable is that illness aside, Arden seems otherwise fine. She’s still quick to smile. She’s still bursting with energy, pounding the floors from side to side of our house. She’s still sharing and laughing and joking and playing with much of the same delight she normally would.

The only real difference is that she did it all from home, without friends, since a sick child has no place in preschool. Hopefully she’ll be better tomorrow. But even if not it’s wonderful to know that it takes more than a virus to diminish her zeal for life.

25 weeks

Wednesday, February 2nd, 2011

Rutabagas

Jenn is 25 weeks into her pregnancy. According to an email from babycenter.com that she just received, the baby is now the size of a rutabaga (pictured above). Unfortunately the only context in life I have for rutabaga involves knowing its approximate size is comparable to that of a 25-week-old fetus.

It’s not all abstracted vegetables. The baby is weeks past the point that he could survive a premature labor. He has fully formed hands and some hair too. And while we don’t know his gender, he’s got one.

At 25 weeks Jenn is nearing the end of her second trimester. Sooner than later our fourth child will be here. All that’s left is a dozen or so weeks of gestation and to find a name. Sadly, “Dot Com” is already taken.

Goal

Thursday, January 27th, 2011

Feint

Opening volley

The blur of joy

This afternoon I came home a few minutes early. My hope was to offer my wife a brief reprieve from what I thought was going to be a long afternoon. Our younger two children had begun spending all their afternoons awake and Jenn, five months pregnant, was sorely missing the naps she used to get. When I came home I was surprised to find all the girls asleep.

Sebastian was playing games on the iMac in our back room. Free time is a rare and precious gift in our home. As I contemplated what to do with it, I wanted to be sure Sebastian didn’t wake the girls.

“The girls are sleeping. You know what that means?”

Sebastian immediately turned to me and a smile took over his face. “We could have a soccer practice!”

Iterating towards ‘better’

Wednesday, January 26th, 2011

Tonight we’re going to start slightly varying on our mallow-making and storage processes. We’ll take the batch and parcel out small bags for storage comparison so that we can find what combination of techniques yields the finest tasting, long lasting marshmallow.

It feels a little strange to pay so much attention to stirring speeds, mixing time or some of these others steps in the making of a marshmallow. Then again Jenn and I have used a similar approach with satisfaction in everything from parenting to dishwashing. If we’re vesting any care in the quality of what we’re making it only stands to reason we’d aspire to the best possible version we can author.

At the least this should give us greater confidence in our methods.David Schomer used a similar effort and error approach to discover revelations in the espresso industry ranging from complex ribbon patterns to a superior temperature-locked cup. Perhaps we could even be so fortunate.