That Did. Not. Compute.
As soon as I start to google “what color should my Buddha figure be,” I’m well aware that I’m probably missing the point.
But then I see that autocorrect, in its infinite jest, has turned my “my” into “joy.”
I might learn something in spite of myself yet.
Yesterday at a cafe, I put sugar in my coffee but didn’t see any cream. Or half-n-half or even skim “milk.” It was a dairy desert.
So I (get this) I asked the not-busy barista if they had any cream.
(I’ll wait a minute for the applause to die down.)
That’s right. I asked somebody for help.
Not to fulfill a life-or-death need, mind you. Not “you’re standing on my oxygen line. Would you please consider, if it’s not too much trouble, moving just a smidge to the right? So I could breathe?”
I think I can usually handle those situations now. Usually.
But this wasn’t important. It wasn’t necessary. It was just a preference, a tiny desire. A desirelet.
And folks, she said “yes!” and pulled a pitcher out of the fridge, and I got cream in my coffee.
Turns out, they’d been cleaning the carafes and forgot to put them back out.
Turns out, I didn’t do anything wrong to create the whole half-n-halfless situation. The barista even seemed glad that I’d asked, as it helped her get back on track in restocking the condiment bar.
It was an all-round success, the kind I would share with people from my planet (wherever that is) if we had a support group for our problem (whatever that is).
Serendipity today via Pinterest — someone brought Steph Dodson’s blog and pregnancy story to my attention. I was riveted, because we have so much in common. I started to comment on her story, but it got so long I decided it belonged here instead.
Congratulations! I’m new to your site, but I feel like I already know your story, because it’s so similar to my own.
I was diagnosed with multiple sclerosis in 2007, a few weeks before my 27th birthday, and my disease has been characterized by unremitting pain and many flare-ups. I cut back my work hours and failed therapies and hurt and struggled, and my wife and I assumed kids were out of the question. Who’d take care of whom? The last thing I wanted to do was make life harder for anyone.
In 2011, though, I had a few better months, lost a bunch of weight, and got bit by the baby bug, big time. We tried for almost a year and finally conceived in February 2013. The surprise of our lives was being blessed with TWIN boys!
Though I worried about the potential complications from my MS and from the twin pregnancy, it turned out to be the best months I’ve had since being diagnosed. I had a quick and relatively painless labor; a natural, drug-free delivery; and best of all, two healthy babies.
The boys are now 10 months old. They’re a ton of work and a ton of fun. Even when I’m ready to drop at the end of the night (or let’s be honest, by lunch time), I think about how I almost missed out on All This, due as much to ignorance and fear as to my disease. It shouldn’t be so hard to find information about moms with disabilities!
MS has taken a lot of things from me, and it will continue to take more, but I am so glad we made the stand of making babies. We’re graced by their presence, just as you’ll be graced by your darling daughter, and our life is bigger and richer and ultimately better than I ever imagined possible. I wish all the same for you and your family, and for all women with disabilities everywhere.
With love and respect,
The boys that almost weren’t:
For starters, it’s not the most photogenic food.
But I’m not going to apologize, because this super baked oatmeal is KK’s new favorite breakfast.
She likes it because it’s healthful and keeps her full until lunch time.
I like it because:
- I can make our breakfasts for the week in about 15 minutes.
- It’s gluten free (when you use gf oats, etc)
- It’s customizable enough that I can change the flavor profile and not feel like we’re eating the same thing week after week.
- It’s forgiving enough that I only actually measure out the oats and the milk. Everything else gets eyeballed.
- It’s got all the goodness of oatmeal, without the pot or bowls to sandblast clean every day.
Super Baked Oatmeal
Adapted from a recipe in Cooking Light
Yields: 10 generous servings, enough for 2 people to enjoy every weekday
4 cups uncooked gluten-free oats (old-fashioned and quick cooking work equally well)
1 cup brown sugar
2/3 cup raisins
1/2 cup walnuts, chopped and toasted
1/2 cup coconut flakes (sweetened or not)
2 teaspoon baking powder
3 cups milk
1 cup applesauce
1/4 cup canola oil
2 large eggs
optional: 1 teaspoon ground cinnamon, pumpkin pie spice, OR apple pie spice
Preheat oven to 375º. Coat a 9×13 baking dish with cooking spray.
Combine all ingredients in a large bowl. Stir well. Bake at 375° for 50 minutes.
To serve warm: Top it with butter, margarine, heavy cream, cream cheese, greek yogurt, maple syrup, or honey.
To serve later: It’s easier to slice after it’s been in the refrigerator. Reheat individual servings in the microwave for 60 to 90 seconds.
- Make a 4 or 5 serving size by halving all the ingredients and cook it in an 8×8 pan (or an 8- or 9-inch cake pan — like I said, it’s forgiving) for about 35 minutes
- Instead of raisins, try any dried fruits, like cranberries, dates, currants, or berries.
- Instead of dried fruits, try fresh blueberries or chopped bananas.
- And while I personally don’t like chocolate chips with oats, I won’t tell the breakfast police if you throw some in there.
- Instead of walnuts, try pecans, cashews, or mixed nuts. Or go no-nuts, and just add extra fruit or your favorite seeds.
- Instead of milk, try substituting your favorite milk-alternative — I bet it would work fine.
You can probably also sub out the sugar, oil, and eggs, too. Let us know in the comments if you try something else that works!
Exactly one year ago today, after more than a year of
I saw this:
Three weeks later, my wife and I saw this:
And in late October, the world saw this:
And now everyday, I get to see this:
Life is so strange and so good. Who needs Valentine’s Day with a February 13th like this?