A Week's Worth

Since really immersing myself in EWG's site, I've discovered how to change our household in order to promote the maximum health of our family.  The site can be daunting, but over the past little while, we've been making small changes that are helping to green up our lives.  Case in point, our electric skillet (coated with teflon) has been traded in for a non toxic cast iron pan.  Isn't she pretty?  I'm in love.

Chick has been suffering this week.  Since she got sick early last month (croup), she has not fully recovered and now has some mystery illness that has baffled doctors.  My gut was telling me we needed to get another opinion from yet another doctor.  Yesterday, we saw a doctor who finally gave us the diagnosis that made the most sense to us.  Treatment has begun and we hope to see our sweet girl back to herself soon.  I hate to see her in so much pain.

Due to the contagious nature of Chick's illness, we are sad to be missing a play date with these girls and a birthday party of another sweet girl tomorrow. 

Pea fell out of his bed the other night (at 3:00am, to be exact). I heard a loud THUD, then crying.  I bolted to his room fully expecting that he fell off the side of the bed where there is a break between the side rails and the headboard only to see him at the foot of the bed.  That boy can travel!  He was back to sleep within 30 seconds of cuddling, but needless to say, we'll be putting some soft pillows at the foot of his bed from now on. 

I was supposed to have a fasting blood test two months ago.  Every night, I try to remind myself not to have breakfast the next morning so that I can get it done.  I have yet to remember not to eat in the morning.

J. and I bought a Gr0upon a long while ago to make some wine from a local winery.  Turns out, the wine isn't so great and we have 30 bottles to consume.  What's a couple to do when summer is approaching and we dislike the wine we have on hand?  Make Sangria!  Yum!

When J. and I were dating a long, long, long time ago (18 years ago, to be exact) he would come to Montreal to visit (where I was going to university) and we would often scope out the best places for Sangria.  One weekend, we borrowed some bikes from a friend, rode them into Old Montreal from the Student Ghetto, then sat on a patio drinking pitcher after pitcher of the best sangria we had ever tasted.  We didn't really have the forethought to realize what the ride home would be like after sitting under the hot summer sun drinking Sangria all afternoon.  Death defying, to say the least. 

I was all, "Please don't kill me, scary Montreal drivers!"

And J. was all, "More Sangria!"

Good times.  Who knew that 18 years later we'd be sitting on our own "patio", sipping homemade tasty sangria, while watching our children running around playing?

Can't beat that.