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June 2007

Lessons from “Down The Shore”

by Jo-Lynne on June 30, 2007

in Uncategorized

I've added a few new features to Musings of a Housewife that I hope will be helpful. Over the weekend I created a Whole Foods Resources page that is a great place to start if you are interested in learning more about the whole foods lifestyle. I also compiled my design tutorials into one convenient location. Both are linked in my nav bar. And there is now a Print Friendly button at the bottom of each post, should you feel like printing recipes or information for future reference. Before printing, you will have the option to delete any photos or content you don't need.

Shortly after I met Husband, he made a reference to his family’s annual vacation "going down the shore".  And I was like, "Come again?" 

You see, we grew up "going to the beach".  But I soon learned that if you are from the Philadelphia suburbs, whether it be the Pennsylvania or the New Jersey side, any reference to the Jersey beaches is dubbed "down the shore". 

I found the phrasing rather quaint and endearing, and I adopted it easily.  It didn’t take me long before I was "going down the shore" with the best of them. 

Well, we "went down the shore" this past week with Husband’s family, and even though this is our twelfth such trip, there are still new lessons to learn.  Such as…

1) There are a lot of people who look better in a bathing suit than I do.

2) But there are also a lot of people who look worse in a bathing suit than I do.

3) There is a reason the bottle of sunscreen says to reapply.  Ooops.

4) The last ones up from the beach may get a cold shower.

5) Happy Hour may begin any time after the lunch dishes are put away.

6) No matter how straight your hair is naturally, or how much pomade you may apply, after a day in the humid beach air, it will be a frizzy mess.

7) Don’t get too engrossed in your novel while in charge of a curious toddler on the beach.  She can wander off faster than you would think.

8) Thank the good Lord above for yellow bathing suits that stand out from the crowd.  (See #7.)

9) Along the same vein, a camouflage-colored rash guard does not enable you to differentiate your child from the 150 other children riding the waves out on the horizon.  Next year, consider a bright orange or red for better visibility.

10) Radio static makes a pretty good substitute sound machine when you accidentally leave the real thing at home.

11) Five people sleeping in two twin beds makes for rather snug sleeping arrangements.

12) What seems to be an innocent trip to the Boardwalk could result in bringing home a new pet.  (Stay tuned…)

13) Mack and Manco Pizza ROCKS.

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Hi!  I’m b-a-a-a-a-ck!!!  Stay tuned for beach pictures as well as a very big announcement.  We have a new addition to the family.  Shhhh!  I can’t tell you any more right now.  But in the meantime, I wanted to post this recipe.

My Tried and True Tuesday recipes have sort of fallen away.  I kind of lost my passion for cooking when my doctor told me to go off dairy.  I have reintroduced dairy, as it doesn’t seem to matter to my IBS whether I eat it or not.  But I have continued making healthier and simpler meals, and so I’ve stopped watching cooking shows and experimenting in the kitchen.  And with that, I just lost interest in posting my Tried and True recipes.

But last week I was reading this post by Sincerely Anna, and she requested a blueberry muffin recipe.  My well-intentioned self shot out a comment and told her to email me if she wants the BEST blueberry muffin recipe of all time.  Then I promptly left on vacation and never gave her rotting blueberries another thought.  Until I got home from vacation this afternoon and started checking emails, only to find her request for my infamous recipe.  Ooops!

So I figured I’d post it here, for everyone’s enjoyment, since blueberry season is upon us.  And because I won’t have a vacation post up tonight.  I got this recipe from my aunt.  We always make this recipe in Maine with fresh Maine wild blueberries.  YUM.  But you can use frozen or canned as well.  Just make sure they are the teeny-tiny “wild Maine blueberries”.  Those make the BEST muffins.

So now, without further ado…  I give you…  THE BEST BLUEBERRY MUFFIN EV-ER.

1/2 cup (1 stick) butter (None of that nasty margarine, now.)
1 cup sugar (try Sucanat for a healthier alternative)
2 eggs
2 cups flour
2 teaspoons baking powder
1/2 teaspoon salt
1/2 cup whole milk
1 teaspoon vanilla
1 to 2 cups wild Maine blueberries

Heat oven to 375 degrees.

Cream butter and sugar; add eggs one at a time, beating well.  Sift dry ingredients in a separate bowl.  Add dry ingredients to egg mixture alternately with milk and vanilla.  Gently fold blueberries into batter.  (Drain first if canned or frozen.)

Grease muffin tin.  Pile batter high to make 12 muffins.  Sprinkle with sugar.  Bake 25 to 30 minutes or until done.

Serve warm and slathered with REAL butter.  ENJOY!!

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WHAT Are They Thinking!?

by Jo-Lynne on June 29, 2007

in Uncategorized

We’ve all seen them. You know what I’m talking about, little girls
sporting T-shirts displaying obnoxious logos like "Princess" and "Spoil
Me". I don’t know about you, but I don’t find those particularly
offensive, just in the whatareyouthinkinglettingyourdaughterwearthat?? category.

Well, yesterday morning when I dropped my daughter off at preschool, I saw one that takes the cake.

Because the public schools were off yesterday, there were lots of
older siblings accompanying the little preschoolers to class. And as I
was leaving, I passed a nice-looking, well-dressed mom with a 7- or
8-year-old little girl in a pink T-shirt and jeans. I noticed there was
something written on the shirt, so I took a closer look.

And what I saw made me drop to my knees, my hands clasped, and beg this fellow mother, "What in the name of all that’s good and right would compel you to purchase, to say nothing of allow your daughter to wear that shirt!?"

Okay, I didn’t really do that.  But I wanted to.  Because the shirt said…

Are you ready for this?

You better take a seat.

"Dirty Girls"

Yes.  You read that correctly.

"Dirty Girls" in pink bubble letters, accented with a couple of cute
little pink flowers, was emblazoned across the chest of this 8-year old
little girl.

Can someone please explain this to me?  Because I am dumbfounded.

I mean, this is a well-dressed, responsible-looking 30-something mom
bringing her children into a Christian pre-school in a fairly
conservative area of rural Pennsylvania. This is someone who should know better.

And.  The child wearing the
shirt is not some rebellious adolescent with a mind of her own who is
testing the boundaries.  No.  It’s a young child who doesn’t even understand the connotations such a statement is putting out there.

I know I sound like an old fuddy-duddy, and I don’t know when I became my mother.  But REALLY, people.  Back in my day…

Well, you get the drift.

Originally posted October 3, 2006.

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Throw Back Thursday — College

by Jo-Lynne on June 28, 2007

in Uncategorized

Date night in 1991.  Can we say, jewel tone overload???  Dontcha love the HUH-UGE fuscia belt and the short suede skirt with black tights.  Oh!  And the big "gold" clip-on earrings. GACK!!!

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A Nursing Story

by Jo-Lynne on June 27, 2007

in Motherhood

I just calculated that I have spent 88 of the last 96 months of my life either pregnant or nursing.  If you had told me eight years ago that this was my fate, I’d have died laughing. I’m not talking Funny Ha Ha. I’m talking Funny Kill. Me. Now.

I mean, I knew I wanted kids.

Eventually.

I thought two was the perfect number.

I knew I’d want to stay home with them, but  I didn’t think much farther ahead than that.

When we decided to “start trying”, it took us five long, agonizing months.  I honestly do NOT know how those with infertility struggles deal with the turmoil of trying to conceive for months and years on end. Those five months were the longest of my life! Finally I got those two blue lines.  I was ecstatic. I started researching. Right. Away.  Cause I’m obsessive like that.

I researched everything from parenting techniques to car seats to diapers to nutrition. Of course everything you read tells you that nursing is the best nutrition for a baby.  But I was skeptical. You want me to use The Girls for THAT!? I. Don’t. THINK. So. But in the end, I was too cheap to buy formula.  So I gave nursing a try.

It took some practice in the beginning, but we figured it out.

I planned to nurse for the obligatory six months.

I nursed for 19.

Not 19 days.  19 months. And I discovered that I loved nursing.  It was a sad day when I weaned D, but it was time.  We did it gradually, and it went smoothly.

Eight months later we decided to get pregnant again, and I got pregnant right away. C arrived a month ahead of schedule, on Christmas Eve, and I began nursing again. Because she was a preemie, we got off to a rocky start.  I had to supplement with pumped milk in bottles and with formula until she was strong enough to nurse on her own. But I was determined, and soon enough she caught on.

When C was 26 months old, I got pregnant with R.  Unexpectedly.  I figured I better stop nursing.

Yep. You heard me.  I had been nursing C for 26 months.

When R was born, she was a natural.  She latched on in the delivery room, and she never looked back. Now she is 16 months old.  And until last week, we were still nursing. I’ve been known to say that I’d nurse her until she goes to college. Ha!  But I fully expected to nurse her for at least two years.

Recently, though, I started feeling like it’s time to wean. There is not one main reason.  It’s a combination of things.  I have several medical tests coming up that require me to abstain from nursing for a period of time.  Then I’m going away for six days in May, leaving R at home with my husband and my parents. And besides all that, R is pretty demanding about nursing.  More so than either of my other children were at this age. I figured that, if I don’t wean now, it’s only going to get harder as she becomes more aware of what she wants and what she is missing.

It’s been hard, but we are both adjusting.  The hardest part, getting her to fall asleep without nursing, was accomplished first. It was easier than I expected.  She still wanted to nurse when I put her to bed, but when she realized that I wasn’t offering, she would resign herself to take what she could get.

I still rock her to sleep for every nap and bedtime.  I love that time.  It’s precious to me, and it has replaced the bonding we had with nursing. So for the last few weeks, I was just nursing once a day, first thing in the morning.  This has always been my favorite feeding, the last one I weaned with C as well.  It’s such a sweet way to start the day.

I thought it would be really hard to let this last feeding go.  In the back of my mind, I envisioned not giving it up for quite some time. Although, it wasn’t really even for her anymore.  There were mornings when we didn’t have time to nurse, and she was fine with that. But for me, giving up that last feeding means I’m done nursing forever, closing this chapter of my life. I didn’t think I was ready for that.

But then something unexpected happened.  The other day, she crawled into my bed for her morning nursing, and I knew I was ready. It just didn’t make me sad to think of skipping it.  Or to think of stopping for good. So as I nursed her that morning, I just knew it would be the last time.  I wasn’t even sad.

And as simple as that, we’re done. I’m ready to move on to the next stage.  I’ve always said the baby stage is my favorite.  And it is for many reasons.  But, as sweet and magical as the baby stage is, it’s hard, hard work. There are a lot of parts of it I won’t miss, like leakage (you nursing moms know to what I’m referring) and nighttime feedings and those horrid nursing bras.

And, really, there is SO MUCH to look forward to. So. I’m choosing to celebrate, rather than mourn, the passing of this stage.  In fact, I think I might have a nursing bra burning party in honor of this momentous occasion.
Anyone know how to build a bonfire?

Originally posted February 8, 2007.

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My Lastest Mommy-Of-The-Year Moment

by Jo-Lynne on June 26, 2007

in A Day in the Life

Note to self:  When your child tells you her milk tastes weird, you should take her seriously.

I have taken to purchasing organic milk, in my latest attempt to feed my children better.  As you may or may not know, organic milk comes in quantities no larger than a half-gallon carton.  Because, you know, if you saw the price per gallon, you might go into sticker shock and never purchase organic milk again.  But when they price it by the half gallon or quart, you are less likely to overlook that your arm and your leg are missing after you make your purchase.  So half-gallons it is. 

Now, when I buy half & half (you already know where this is heading, don’t you?) I always buy the largest possible quantity that I can find.  Because running out of half & half in this house is akin to losing our electricity or hot water.  We are SERIOUS about our half & half around here.  So a half-gallon it is.

Well, this morning I poured C a bowl of cereal with "milk" and absentmindedly picked up the half & half instead of the milk carton.  I was busy doing housework reading blogs and didn’t pay much attention when she told me the milk tasted yucky.  I figured she had seen the carton and assumed it wasn’t regular milk.  She can be peculiar like that. 

So I basically told her to put up and shut up (well, I was a tad more diplomatic than that) and went back to my housework blog reading.  Later in the morning, after I had emptied her soggy half-eaten bowl of extra-thick cereal into my sink and STILL hadn’t noticed anything was amiss, I went to the fridge to grab the half & half, and the light dawned.

That poor child.  No wonder she didn’t want to finish her cereal.

Lord willing, when this posts, I’ll be sunning myself on the beach with my kids kicking up sand.  I wrote this last Thursday.

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Fun with Google

June 25, 2007

I’ve never done one of these posts, but I found some pretty amusing Google search results that landed people onto my blog last week.
1) "super long toenails" — Oh, that’s just not a good look.  I really wouldn’t advise it.
2) And along the same lines — "longer toenails" — And once again, I [...]

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The Quilt

June 24, 2007

First of all, when you plan to use hairspray as a stain remover, you might NOT want to take it into your bedroom and spray it right before getting into bed for the night.  With two open windows, a fan, and an open door, I still felt like I was breathing hairspray fumes all night.
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Weekend Wrap-Up

June 23, 2007

First, I want to thank everyone for their helpful suggestions on this post and on this one.  I am working up the nerve to try alcohol or hairspray on the quilt.  I suppose I could leave it as is and consider it an original piece of artwork.  Or not.  I realize that the sooner I [...]

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I rock!

June 22, 2007

Or so I’ve been told.  Trista just gave me a Rockin’ Girl Blogger award.  And I get to name some girl bloggers that I think are rockin’. 
I can tell you with confidence that every blogger in my Recommended Reading blogroll is a rockin’ girl blogger.  In addition to those lovely ladies, here are some [...]

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