Hello… Hello… Can Anyone Hear Me?

For those of you that know me (let’s face it this blog is small, you all know me) it is a well known fact that I like to talk.  As Mason begins to come into his own, and by own I mean attitude, it is becoming more and more apparent that I will soon be talking completely to myself.  Living in a household with two males is hard enough, pee in places pee shouldn’t be, sports all the time, and pizza as the preferred food choice, now apparently I have to deal with selective hearing.  I thought I had at least until Mason was a young adult to talk his ear off while he listened contently to everything I said, not! I can say, “Mason, Mason, hey buddy, Mason” over and over again until I am blue in the face and the child will not even acknowledge that I am making a sound.  It appears that he only can hear me when I say, “Snack, Walk, or Bye-Bye”. 

This would be hard enough to deal with if I still had a husband that listened to my every word, yeah right!  There are days where I can tell Scott a funny story about something that happened at the park or something cute that Mason did and he will look over and say “Sure that sounds fine”, believe me that is not the appropriate response.  A particularly disturbing incident happened one day after he came home from work.  To be fair, he works very hard and I understand he wants a few minutes to relax in front of the T.V., but on this day it pretty much threw me over the edge.  I went outside to grill us a wonderful chicken supper and Mason thought it would be funny to lock the back patio door, something I didn’t know he could do.  I am standing outside with a plate of hot chicken in one hand and a half-full cup of marinade in the other saying “Scott, Scott, hey, open the door”.  He doesn’t even move his eyes away from ESPN.  I should note the window was open and I was yelling rather loudly, I’m pretty sure they neighbors even felt sorry for me.  I began to bang my head against the door, not in angst but in an effort to get him to remember I was alive.  Mason was standing at the backdoor this entire time looking at me and laughing, I am convinced he knew exactly what he had done, probably revenge for the diaper change I had just subjected him to. 

Finally Scott looks up and says “Oh, do you need a hand”.  Yeah, I could have used a hand five minutes ago when I started yelling at him in the first place.  He thought I was yelling “Stop, Stop” to Mason instead of screaming “Scott, Scott” at the top of my lungs.  My biggest question, shouldn’t have five minutes of yelling “Stop” at Mason elicited a response as well?  It looks as if this is only going to be a growing problem in the Jowers household, my only defense will be to keep a spare set of keys on me at all times and talk to any available adult that shows interest J

Living Life with the World’s Smallest Food Critic

I have never claimed to be a great cook, I’m moderate to good on my best days, and I am the first to admit I have had some epic failures in the kitchen. One dish that comes to mind as completely atrocious is spaghetti pizza, pasta on top of crescent roll dough; it was mushy, heavy, and disgusting. I have learned from my mistakes in the past few years and I have a recipe box filled with several standby’s that get us through weekly dinners. Occasionally though I like to branch out, especially now that we are eating healthier and Mason eats most everything that we do. With that said, almost everything I have made the child has ended up on the floor, in my face, or a delightful combination of the two at one time or another. Something that he loves one day is like kryptonite the next; he can even turn on me in the middle of the meal.

A few weeks back we had a few fresh strawberries left in the fridge and I thought, why not make a fresh strawberry puree and put it into homemade pancake batter. It was great, just enough strawberry flavor, light, and fluffy (those were my thoughts at least). Mason threw them on the floor after one pretend bite and after a 15 minute long battle he ended up eating a bowl of cold peas, for breakfast. For supper last night I wanted to try a Middle Eastern dish called Falafel which you put into pita pockets. It is an aromatic combination of chick peas, garlic, cumin, steamed broccoli, and olive oil all ground up into a paste and formed into little patties that I baked in the oven. We then put them into our whole wheat pitas, topped with a Greek yogurt cucumber sauce and dug in, or I did at least. Mason actually put up a good effort, eating an entire Falafel patty, but it was my husband that this time acted like the child. One tiny bite into the pita (not even breaking into the Falafel) and he tapped out. He gave me a look and I knew I would be fixing him a pizza, just my luck.

I have had a breakthrough on the Mason front; I’ve realized as long as the child can dip his food in something, anything really, he will eat it. I’ve gave him nectarines dipped in plain yogurt, bread dipped in applesauce, broccoli dipped in homemade cheese sauce, and of course the go to for all children, hot dogs dipped in ketchup. As long as he can “dip it dip it” as he likes to say, he will clean his plate. I know that I have many years of uphill battles ahead of me and if I can at least get the food under control I might have a fighting chance!

Does this baby make me look fat?

Pictures from before and after pregnancy

Let me just start out by saying that I had been on a weight gaining trend for about 4 months before I got pregnant, nothing major, just a few pounds that I could have easily lost. As soon as I found out I was expecting all hell seemed to break loose. For some reason I got it in my head that since this is the first and only time I am planning on being pregnant (more on that later) I would go all out and eat whatever and whenever I wanted. As you can tell this is going to lead me down a very bad road. By the time I was about 15 weeks along I had already gained quite a few pounds, due mostly to what I would like to call “2nd breakfast”. I would wake up in the morning, usually eat the biggest bowl of cereal ever seen, and then two to three hours later eat again, usually a pop tart or some other disgusting sugar filled food. All through this pregnancy my OB never once said, “Hey Sarah, why don’t you lay off the food for a little while, you fatty”, I really think that might have helped, or I would have eaten her, either way someone should have said something.

I forget how far along I was but my husband went with me to one of my checkups and of course they had to check my weight, as they did with every appointment. He chose this day to stand right next to me and look at the scale, something I have never been comfortable with. This is where he coined the term “triple-deuce”, of course referring to my weight. After I cried for 30 minutes in the parking lot of the hospital and told him what a horrible husband he was, I got over it and laughed along with him. If only I had known that “triple-deuce” would soon be a distant memory, yes that’s right, I was still gaining what seemed like a pound a day. To get me through without becoming clinically depressed I kept thinking, “oh it’s not a problem, I’ll just work out after I give birth”, if only I had thought about the little problem of actually having a BABY to take care of night and day!

After wonderful Mason Scott was born on January 4th, 2009 I was what dr.’s like to refer to as morbidly obese, and still nothing was said to me about getting my weight down or starting a healthy eating program, way to drop the ball Naval Hospital Camp Pendleton. In the first few months I pretty much never left the house, embarrassed because I was the size of a Mack Truck. Around March or April I began to walk occasionally, very occasionally, and when I could get away I would head to the gym. This was slowly taking off the weight and by May I am happy to report that I was far away from the “triple-deuce” label that had started to haunt me, but I still had a long way to go.

In August of 2009 I joined 24 Hour Fitness and I believe it is the best decision I ever could have made in regards to my health. They have a wonderful childcare center, great hours, and good equipment. Now through the last year of hard work, some dieting (no more 2nd breakfasts for me!), and determination I have lost 95 pounds and over 13% body fat. If just one person can benefit from my experience it was worth it, although I would never go through it again!

Introduction

This is my first official post of my first ever blog!  This is an exciting new adventure that I wanted to start based on all of the funny and exciting stories I have on a daily basis.  A majority of people label being a stay at home mom "SAHM" an easy job, or not even a job at all; but within the last 19 months I have worked harder than ever before being in charge of this little ball of energy, Mason Scott.  I am truly blessed to have been given the opportunity to stay at home with him for the first few years of his life and I truly hope to remain at home for a while.  With this  new chapter has come adjustments in my relationshipp with my darling husband, adjustments in my spending patterns, and in my responsibilities. 

The main goal I want to accomplish with this blog is to give insight into what every SAHM is going through as well as share a few of the mistakes and adventures that I encounter every day.  In fact, as I write this Mason has colored his entire shirt pink with highlighter and is moving on to his hair :) I guess this post is done for now, more to come soon!