Wah Wah.

We've all been hit with the plague. Okay, not really the plague. Just a really unenjoyable cold that's managed to work its way through our family.

I saw this video yesterday and it made me wish I had a baby around to scare with all the nose blowing I've been doing.

Kale is the new Black

It might be just a fad, but right now kale is as cool as it gets when it comes to vegetables. I had it for the first time about two years ago at a friend's house, and it's now in our produce drawer at all times. When I went to Islandwood (outdoor school) with Maddie a couple weeks ago they had a ton of it growing in their kitchen garden. I'm planning to plant some in our garden this summer because kale will grow all winter in this climate, even surviving some snow and freezing.

Here are three of my favorite ways to eat it.

Kale Chips

Cut off the center rib. Toss with olive oil and kosher salt. Bake at 350 for about 10-12 minutes until edges start to brown and leaves are crispy. (Don't cook too long! They go from cooked to overcooked quickly). These are delicious as is (kind of like potato chips), or yummy dipped in ranch. The kids ate an entire pan of these in about 5 minutes this morning.

PB, Banana, and Kale Smoothie

I am seriously obsessed with my peanut butter and banana smoothie. I have had it almost every day, sometimes twice a day, for the last year. I actually emailed the owner of the condo we rented in Maui to make sure they had a blender because I didn't want to be without my smoothie on vacation. It was hard enough to be away from my cats on vacation. Leaving my smoothie behind would have been too much. Every house guest who stays with us gets one of these at breakfast. Kolby gets my smoothie update every day. "My smoothie was so good this morning. Must've been an exceptionally good banana or something." I don't mean to talk about it as much as I do, but it's totally a highlight of every day for me. And when Kolby works late or is out of town I'm a little bit happy because it means I can have it for dinner too. And this isn't one of those 700 calorie smoothies. I think it ends up being about 250-300 calories, so it's guilt free. So what does this have to do with kale? I started sneaking spinach into it, a couple leaves at a time, last fall and found that I could add a whole handful of spinach without changing the flavor. Then I attempted kale, and I wasn't sure it would work because kale has a much stronger flavor. But I can. I usually do one side of a large leaf (rib removed). Make sure you blend it really well or you'll get little bits of kale in your teeth.

1 ripe banana

2-3 ice cubes

1 tablespoon of peanut butter

About 3/4 cup of vanilla soy milk (add to desired consistency)

1/2 large kale leaf or handful of baby spinach

The girls both love this smoothie, but I'll also add kale or spinach to their berry smoothies and they don't mind. You can actually sneak more kale into the berry smoothies because the berries better disguise the vegginess.

Raw Tuscan Kale salad

This is the salad I had when I first tried kale. It's still one of my favorites. Kale doesn't wilt easily, so you make this salad ahead of time--maybe an hour before eating it so the salad dressing soaks into the leaves a bit. And then you can eat the leftovers for a few days and it just gets better. Kolby says he feels a little bit like a rabbit eating this one, but I can't get enough of it. The recipe is here. I do not discriminate against any kind of kale. Sometimes I can only find one kind at the store. Last time I went they had three kinds. Tuscan kale has larger, less lacy leaves than some of the others I usually find.

Hunt and Peck

I like to think that when I get older I'm not going to be that person who is resistant to technological change. But given the amount of cursing that's accompanied an update to the look of this blog, I'm now doubting that. You don't need the long drawn out story. Just know that a simple background change took hours and it's not happening again for a very long time.

And on that same line of thought, I lost a year this week. Amelia was asking me how old I was and I told her 34. But then I did the math. It seems I've been 34 years old for the last 18 months. When did I turn 35?

Musings on Mornings

This morning Amelia was telling me that she was the first in line at the classroom door yesterday morning (which is important to her because she likes being early and hates being late). She asked, "Did you push us off to school yesterday or did Dad?" I love that she sees it that way--we're pushing them out the door to school.

And actually, that used to be the case. But recently Kolby taught me a good parenting lesson. After I complained that the girls had been late to school three times in one week, he pointed out that on mornings when I get them off to school I'm constantly reminding the kids what they should be doing and yelling at them for getting off track while I'm making lunches and breakfast for them. On mornings when he gets them off to school he rolls out of bed around 8:00 and they are already up and dressed. While he's showering and getting ready for work they're doing their hair or making their own breakfast. Amelia gets Maddie back on track if Maddie starts doing origami or playing with the cats, and they are usually out the door early. But apparently, if I'm home reminding them what they should be doing, they don't feel the need to take responsibility for themselves.

So I tried the Kolby Method. I got up and poured my coffee and sat down to check my email and guess what? The kids got themselves ready for school. They made their own breakfast and loaded their dishes in the dishwasher. They remembered a snack. And they were out the door on time. And although this did cause me quite a bit of anxiety the first day to just trust that they'd do what they were supposed to do without me telling them, now I love it. Mornings are so much less stressful for all of us without me constantly hollering out the time to them and asking them "What should you be doing right now?!"

Maddie put her hair up in a clip

Amelia made herself a breakfast burrito

and then supervised Madeline's egg-cracking

Madeline prefers a fried egg

and she can flip it without even breaking the yolk.

This does not mean that some mornings don't go badly. A couple weeks ago while I was at school they all overslept. (Usually Amelia wakes up on her own at 7:30 and makes sure everyone else is out of bed by 8:00). But Kolby woke up at 8:15, and got the girls up and they rushed through their morning routine and were all out the door by 8:45. Amelia thanked him about 10 times for waking her up. Kolby and I were so glad this happened, because I imagine she feels a bit of stress in the morning making sure that she and Maddie get up and out the door on time, so it probably took the pressure off to realize that Kolby was there as a reliable back-up.

When I was in 5th grade I used to forget my lunch and flute all the time, and I was forever calling my mom to bring it to school for me. (Although I do remember the crackdown when she said she wasn't doing it anymore.) Well, one of the sacrifices we've had to make with me being in school is that there is nobody here to run a violin or school project to the kids if they forget it. They are definitely more responsible as a result, but there are still days when they forget. Last week I happened to be home on a morning when Maddie forgot her violin. I had walked with them to school that morning, so I told her I'd run home and bring it to her. She was so thankful to have been bailed out this once. I got three hugs and "thank yous" for it, which of course made me feel guilty that I'm not home to do it all the time. But if I was home, she would probably be less responsible and we'd be at the same crackdown point my mom reached with me.

Anyway. My kids are getting big. It's amazing what great human beings they are turning into when I get out of their way.

Break out the Tooniforms!

We received our clinical assignments for next quarter today, and I am doing backflips over mine: I have a preceptorship at Seattle Children's Hospital!!! I am absolutely thrilled to get 120 hours there next quarter to really know if this is something I love and knock their socks off so they'll hire me.

One quarter and two weeks away from being an RN! (And I'm going to stop whining about the bad job market for new grad RN's right now. I will get a job, and I'll get a job doing something I love. Want to know why? Because I freaking LOVE this field, and excitement has to count for something.)

My girls

Last week I had a really sweet 2 year old patient whose parents couldn't be there with him on my shift. So that meant I was nurse/babysitter. We read stories, walked laps pulling the wagon (and IV pole), had a playdate with the girl next door and fought over playdough, and stacked blocks. Between that and studying pediatric development the last couple of weeks, I've been really missing my tiny kiddos! That stage was so much fun--the tea parties, the playparks, children's museum, the zoo, the chubby little thighs, thumbsucking, messy faces, puppy dresses, runs with the jogging stroller. Oh my gosh. I need to stop doing this to myself.

The thing is, I don't think I fully appreciated it at the time. I didn't savor it like I would have if I knew then what I know now--that everyone was right: it really does go by way too fast. I don't think the post-partum blahs really lifted until Amelia was a year old, and when I see a lot of these photos they make me sad because I was a bit of a mess still and I think I missed out on some of the joy. That's not to say I didn't enjoy that time. I did! I loved being a stay-at-home mom to those little girls, and we had so much fun. But I also think that first year of being a mom of two was pretty rough for me, and I wish I could do it over again so I could kiss those chubby thighs and snuggle with sticky girls under a fort in the living room again, fully absorbing all the love and wonder of that time.

5+5=65 or How your lamps became mine.

I was at Goodwill yesterday when this adorable $5 treasure and his identical $5 twin winked at me.

Just five bucks a piece! I thought of you, and how much you would love them sitting on the nightstands in our guest room when you come to visit. So I bought them. For you.

But then I got home, and on my way to the guest room I had to walk past my bedroom. And did you know that I have white and gray bedding? And do you know what looks really good with white and gray bedding? Yellow lamps from Goodwill. No, it's true.

But the problem was, the accent pillows in my bedroom were green. That wouldn't do at all. So today I was at Target buying $15 lampshades for the $5 yellow Goodwill lamps, and guess what else I found? A $25 yellow pillow that looks fabulous with gray and white bedding and yellow Goodwill lamps.

So I'm sorry, even though I bought them for you, they are mine now. But you'll get some really fancy Ikea lamps and some hand-me-down green pillows to keep you company in the guest room when you come to visit.