The Tanana River Trip with the Arctic Oven

Winter in Fairbanks is confining.  It's not like other wintery places, where you can spend significant time outside in the snow.  It is just too cold or too dark, even with the best snow gear.  I encouraged our oldest son to play violin after he showed interest, for this reason.  Music is one way that people of any age can socialize, express themselves, and challenge themselves no matter the temperature or the quantity of light.  A few other activities, such as swimming, reading, and many other arts come to mind.  But, surely, you can't ski or bike (two of my favorite things to do) very easily the entire year around.  And you sure can't camp very easily all year around unless you own or rent a cabin.  And cabins ... they don't move, so you are stuck staying at the same location over and over again.  Me, I like to try new places.  I never like to bike the same route or camp in the same spot.  You probably won't see me buying plane tickets to the same place unless there is family there that we need to visit.  There are too many new things to see and far too little time.

I tried winter camping once.  I went with the Outdoor Adventures group at the local University to hike in the mountains with snowshoes on my feet and our gear on my back.  I was in my early twenties, around eight years ago, and it was still very tough.  I was cold.  I was in pain.  I decided that it is for the more hardy than I.  I do not like to snowshoe, and I do not like camping with only a candle to warm my tent.  

In fact, there are many things that I do not like about camping.  On top of the fact that I do not like to be cold or in pain, I do not like to sleep on a hard ground or battle mosquitos.  So, when my husband said that he was seriously considering buying an Arctic Oven, I thought about it for quite a while and then finally said to go for it.  It is one toasty way in which to incorporate the outdoors and take a break from the norm.  It's too heavy and large to pack on your back so you have to take either a car or snow machine, and in winter the floor is too cold to sleep on without mats or cots so it is sure to be comfortable.  And, best of all, it can go anywhere any type of vehicle can take it.  This seemed to be our ticket to the outdoors in the winter.  And in the summer ... until the boys are old enough to go backpacking.

Our first trip was about eight miles down the Tanana River from our local boat landing.  We were close to being within cell-phone range.  I strapped my daughter onto my chest with a stretchy Boba Wrap and covered her with her great-grandfather's Carhart and hopped on the machine behind my husband.  She fell asleep right away on the snow machine rides, and she loved to look around inside of the tent and play with the zippers on the sleeping bags.  She loved getting all of the attention from mom and dad, while her brothers where staying at grandma and grandpa's house.  As the temperature fell from about 15 degrees to about -20 degrees and my husband learned to regulate the woodstove and the vents in the tent, we went from being in our underwear to being a comfortable temperature.  They don't call them ovens for nothing.


It was stressful at times for my husband.  Because I have a baby to hold, there is really not anything that I can do to help set up and take down the tent.  Putting up this tent in four feet of snow is a lot of physical work.  And on top of it, this was our first haul with this snow machine.  Would the eighteen year old machine make it with our heavy load?  Could we find a spot above the river to create a pad for the tent without getting the snow machine stuck in the deep snow?  Could he get the tent up before we got cold?  Would the tent catch on fire?  Would we have enough wood to last us the entire night?  Would we be warm enough when the temps drop in the night?  Would we get back safely?  Yes, of course, everything turned out very well.  It was wonderful.  It is these variables that make life interesting.  Part of the excitement of camping is not knowing where you will end up or what the weather will bring.  I finally got to spend some time on the Tanana River, and we finally got to spend significant time outside enjoying the blue and starry skies of interior Alaska.  We couldn't wait to go again.

Our Oldest is Five!

When our son was born, five years ago today, I was truly amazed that he had all of his finger and all of his toes.  I expected there to be a major obstacle but he has impressed, surprised us, made us laugh through the years.  Today, with his music, his reading, his imagination and ideas, he continues to amaze.  We are blessed.

Minnesota Trip Number . . . 13

We are in Alaska, now.  My daughter is sitting next to me on the recliner, in the dark, in front of the woodstove.  She is so content to just sit with me, lie down with me, hang with me.  I wonder how long these days will last.  During the last month she has become so much more aware and strong; within the next month, she will have her first food and she will be sitting and soon after that crawling.  Although she still likes to cuddle now, soon she might not like to sit tight, and I will miss that.  It is 7:30 in the morning and it is just getting light outside.  We are taking advantage of the fact that it's our third day back home and first morning where the boys haven't been up at 5:00 in the morning (8:00 Central Standard Time).  I guess I jinxed myself, because right as I was typing that last sentence they awakened; the lights are on, and their chatter has already made it very noisy in the house.  Our just-turned-three-year-old asked me to put on his belt; he is pretending to be the dad.  Our almost-five year old is pretending to be the grandpa, wearing a batman costume, both shooting pretend birds with plastic pistols.  Their imaginations are still outstanding.

A sleigh ride
I think it's safe to say that we felt completely at home at our home-away-from-home in Minnesota.  I did not miss late January or February in central Alaska, at all.  The weather was nice while we were gone but not as nice as it was in MN and of course the sunshine was not as strong.  There was one day in Minnesota when the boys and grandpa were grooming ski trails with the snow machine that I just sat on the south porch, opened my coat, took off my hat and sat in the warm sunshine.  I am pretty sure that was the warmest the sun has made me since July.  The first few times I skied the trails, I became incredibly hot.  The day that we had our son's third birthday party, which included sledding, it was 30 degrees, which was 80 degrees warmer than it was at home in Alaska.  People who say it's cold and dark in Minnesota just don't know what they're talking about, especially now that snow is more rare and the summer climate is warmer too.  I think it's something Alaskan say to justify their choice to live here.

Our four year old son goofing off for 30 minutes in front of
100 people at one of grandpa's retirement parties
Things are a little different each time we visit Minnesota, but basically the same.  As the kids grow (and as we have more kids), the spare bedrooms are rearranged to accommodate them.  My parents have things figured out and therefore had the details taken care of before we arrived.  Mom had prepared a respite for the boys in the basement, complete with happy hour peanut crushing area, craft area, and free play area.  We all split the kitchen duties.  I missed my dishwasher, but having four cooks in the house vs the one and a half I have at home, and having mom there to make our beds and do our laundry more than made up that inconvenience.  And now that my dad is retired, we are able to spend even more time with him so that is the icing on the cake.

Almost three and first walk down the diving board
Like at home, life in Minnesota was pretty laid back.  I am dreading next year, when I may (or may not) have to drive our son to school each day and pick him up.  Getting three children ready to go early in the morning, is not my style, at least not yet, and I'm starting to think Kindergarten is overrated.  The day we were in Minnesota that I started this blog post (and obviously didn't get very far), we made sourdough muffins for breakfast and then headed to the nearest post office, about 7 miles away, to mail Valentine bracelets the boys had made for their friends home in Alaska.  We tried to visit the thrift shop, but it was closed.  My husband finished his homework, while one boy napped and while the other hung up a bird house, plowed snow, and fed the chickens and horses with grandpa.  Yes, we have now been to MN 13 times and my parents have been up here 13 times (in about 8 years) ... and the visits do not get any less excellent as time passes.

Our well-behaved crew and our stuff;  my first time flying with three children
Well, you can tell it's difficult to blog with three children.  My thoughts are pretty scattered.  But, I wanted to get something down before the warm feelings of Minnesota are gone and I am completely back into reality.  I spent yesterday going through mail and this morning on the telephone dealing with paperwork.  I have been doing laundry and makign bone broth and am about to start a batch of nut granola and I hope start on the fun stuff ... the braided rug, the quilt, and a purse.  I am not sure how much time I will have.  I have to do some extra research on vaccines and camera lenses plus I have a few brand new books sitting here that I am itching to read.  Winter is coming to a close.  This next month will be consumed by camping and as soon as summer arrives, I will not want to be inside at all.   

Another New Year: 2013

Christmas Eve, after candlelight church
We are now well into 2013, and I am still in denial that it is here.  It seems like just yesterday we became pregnant with our little girl, but that was over a whole year ago now.  We now have the chubbiest little girl I have ever seen.  How can we be so fortunate to have three healthy, developing children?  It still amazes me, when I look at the family that we have created.

Christmas Morning, after Santa had arrived
I often feel like we are not getting much accomplished (besides cook healthy meal, clean, reheat healthy meal, clean, etc), but then I look back through the photo books we have created and I see a lot.  This past year, I played in a band, learned how to use a scroll saw, and baked a carrot cake from scratch.  I sewed a piece of clothing and learned how to cut squares for a quilt.  Our older son learned how to ski and ice skate, overcame his fear of heights at the playground, sounded out words, and played a song on his violin.  Our younger son learned his colors, to write his first letters, to chew gum, and he was potty trained.  The boys built a tree house with their grandfather and spent over two months with their MN grandparents, who we are so blessed to have a large part of our lives.  We dug our first snow tunnels with the kids, went on boat rides, expanded our gardens, and made sauerkraut.  My husband moved 15 cord of wood to the woodshed, learned how to saw logs, mounted antlers, took on new roles at work, and made some gorgeous cutting boards.

I took the Christmas Tree decorations down just now and found myself reflecting on my childhood and the  few years of our own parenthood.  It goes by too quickly.  As we try to hold onto time, all the kids want to do is grow up so they can do the things that we can do!  Here's to another year of health and learning.


Holiday Mixups

I feel like a failure today.  I realized this morning that three gifts I had chosen online a couple of weeks ago, gift wrapped, with carefully typed notes, and had sent to my parents house were never sent because I selected an old credit card number.  Despite the fact that I was up early, wrapping gifts for my boys, I was already feeling lousy because I am shipping our distant moms' homemade gift today, the last day the USPS says you can ship for it to arrive by Christmas Day; I am obviously not very confident in their guarantee.  And to top it off, that is not even all of the gifts.  Some of the gifts for 4 sets of grandparents will not even be made because they involve photos that I cannot get from the Post Office because the line now involves a two hour wait.  I already waited once last week for 30 minutes and another day for 40 minutes and that was plenty.  I also feel kind of badly because I'm not sure that we will be able to retrieve any of the packages that people have sent to us.  I think next year if we are not all together on Christmas, I will either have to plan much better or use Fed Ex or UPS instead of the USPS.  It is sad to see the postal service cutting more and more employees and hours each year and people walking into the post office and having to walk away because they can't afford to wait in the lines.  Anyway, I have to admit that I have never been very good at gift giving.  My husband, on the other hand, is great so I am trying to learn from him.

It's in the -40s again, but we enjoyed a warm week and a whole bunch of new snow.  In the meantime, I made some new dishes:  mince-meat pie and figgy pudding with rum sauce.  The pie especially involved and one of the times that the power went out due to the heavy snow, I left my sealed canning jars of carefully prepared mincemeat pie filling on the counter overnight.  I fed it to us anyway and it was fine, but the morning I saw that I had left it out, I felt completely defeated because I thought it might have gone bad.  To top it off, this was one of the dishes I was making for a party and leaving it out meant I would have to make it again.  Maybe my dedication to mastering this new dish partially explains my tardiness with the packages.


I did have a couple of successes.  I threw a nice party last evening with some of my best mom friends.  We each made traditional holiday dishes from countries of our choice.  I received a gift that contained items I can use and that I truly love:  a beautiful home-made jean apron, kitchen towels, home-made bottle cap earrings, and a book on how to cook Alaska's fish.  I purchased a shirt in my son's favorite color and tie (which he had been requesting) for his school Christmas program and he stood in the middle of a packed church filled with cameras and video camera's and sang loudly and proudly.  He declared before the program, "I am going to look so nice!"  When I asked him if he was nervous he didn't know what I was talking about.  During our warm stretch, I was finally able to take a photo of my baby girl at low(er) film speed.  The photo above by the tree, inside, when it was -40 was taken at ISO 800, but the second photo of baby in the snow was taken at ISO 200.  And the church was very dark and I had to use ISO 1600 or flash.  The success here is that I have one high clear photo of my baby girl's blue eyes and rosy cheeks.  I did send out 50 Christmas cards this year but even that was not quite enough; local friends will not receive them.  But, it is much better than last year, when I did not send any at all.  I should mention also that I feel like our lives are full of good friends.  We have been able to play, eat, and converse with many close friends this week and that has really brightened the dark days.

It is -45, our coldest temp of the year, and the check engine light is on in my van.  I am thankful that the only things I have to do today is love my kids, make soup, and drive to the post office.

My first pie

Despite that fact that it's been one of the coldest Novembers on record (hmm, I seem to remember last winter had some record breaking months also), I have been having a good time.  The kids seem healthy, except for one brief fever, which gives me time to focus on keeping them healthy, trying new things, and enjoying them.  I am incredibly proud of my husband and all that he achieves as he wears so many hats and I remain thankful for his support and encouragement in our journey through life together.  And I think I am finally getting to the point where I can entertain myself.  What do I mean by that?  Well, I have had a constant push my whole life from either school or work, parents, building the house, you name it:  something big.  I guess you could say now I have a push from my kids, they're big of course, but to me it doesn't (yet) feel the same as having to report to a job or write papers or take exams or play in that concert.  Maybe that's because everything is going smoothly.  Maybe not. When I graduated from college the second time a year and a half ago, I had to read the newspaper every night just to fill the gap.  Well, after about a year it seemed like I was drifting away.  The newspapers were not being read because I had started gradually to fill the gaps by reading books instead.  This was new.  I have never been the book-a-month or book-a-week for pleasure type of person.  I have had periods throughout my life where I would read a bunch of books.  I read 5 books about Egypt before I went there in college.  I also read about 10 books written by Peace Corp volunteers when I was planning to serve in Africa.  When I became pregnant the first time, I read a variety of books on natural childbirth and new baby care.  But, now, I have been reading whatever I please, and it is so much fun.  This month I read Cure Tooth Decay (Nigel), Wheat Belly (Davis), The Devil in the Milk (Woodford), The Vegetarian Myth (Keith), and Last Child in the Woods (Louv).

On another note, my kitchen journey advances.  On my 30th birthday, last year, I cooked pancakes for the first time in my life.  The kids were thrilled.  I haven't made them since.  The truth is, my husband is really the pancake and waffle maker of the clan and me making them on occasion won't change that.  But, at least I can say I tried it.  I also taught myself how to make scrambled eggs.  I have made them a few times since because I do really like scrambled eggs and so do the kids, even though my husband is the breakfast master.  I think that is kind of cool.  My dad was always the one who made us breakfast when I was growing up also.  It is kind of neat to have dad responsible for one major part of the day.  Anyway, I digress.  I am 31 now, so I figured it was about time I step it up and learn how to bake a pie crust.  A friend was going to teach me, but she is traveling the world so it didn't happen.  I had to teach myself.  It was not as bad as I thought it would be.  I did it with a baby strapped onto my chest, after all.  I want to make pasties, and chicken pot pies, and moose mincemeat pies with our moose, and hopefully next year also with our meat chickens and pig share.  You see, I like a meal that fits into one LARGE dish.  Anything that can fit into a large pot, a large casserole, and now a pie pan makes for easier cleanup, easier storage, fewer dishes in general, and you said it MORE LEFTOVERS, which all means less work for me and more time to ... well, tomorrow morning it will be making king shoes, a king crown, and king ring for my boy, probably while my husband cooks us eggs and sausages.  Every day is a new adventure with the kids and in the kitchen and over the last year I have added many new recipes to our table that I will probably continue to make for years.

Well, this is little more than a stream of consciousness at this point.  It's midnight thirty, and the thought of everyone else sleeping soundly has me drifting off also, but I wanted to be sure that I didn't let too much time pass before posting.  My goal at this point, with three kids, is once a month.  This last month, we continued with preschool activities, entered our second month of violin lessons which means A started playing his real violin, and sweet P, who is now chubbier than ever, starting cooing a lot.  N remains the clown of the family, always making us smile and laugh when we least expect it.  We took a vacation to Anchorage and stayed in a house while we visited the water park, zoo, and museum.  We enjoyed perfectly clear skies on the entire drive through the mountains, both ways, and near the Cook Inlet.  We said goodbye for the winter to Great-grandma Carol as she spoiled the boys and the girl with new coats and a toy John Deere riding lawn dump/mower.  The boys built a snow igloo in the front yard with their dad and spent plenty of time playing hard until they were completely exhausted at their grandparents house on the other side of town.  We all, even the baby, attended an opera for kids about aliens.  I tried to knit a hat and it turned out to have a bunch of holes in it so I quit.  I went to the hot springs with some girl friends, and my husband had a night with his guy friends.  My man and I went on three dates and tried out three new restaurants.  I'm sure we did many other things.  We used to say in our house that the days are long but the years are short.  That is no longer the case.  Even the days seem short ... every single one of them.  There is just so much that we want to do.  It is hard to stop looking forward to the next project, the next event, the many goals, and just enjoy the moment.


One Month Reflection

Largest Carrot
Dear daughter, you are one month old already.

You arrived at 38 Weeks, 1 Day, on Monday September 10, 2012.  My parents arrived on the airplane from Minnesota.  It froze the night they arrived, so as they settled in, we froze frozen green tomatoes, harvested carrots, and picked high-bush cranberries.  The next day, I tried to stay on my feet and suggested we go for a hike at Creamer's Field.  We walked a mile or two, much much more than I had walked in months.  That night, I went into labor and after 3 hours of labor and 45 minutes of delivery, you entered this world "perfect," they said, at 7 pounds 7 ounces, 20 inches long.  You drank mom's milk for an hour and a half immediately after you arrived and found your finger within the first couple of days to calm yourself as you were being changed.  You surpassed your birth weight by one week of age and by two weeks had already gained close to a pound.  You have short dark brown hair, blue eyes, a scrunched up nose, pinned back ears, and a very chubby face.

Creamer's Field Wildlife Refuge
You have been a good sleeper since your birth, napping long stretches and going to bed at bedtime each night.  Still, the last month sort of seems like one long day.  Maybe that's because I am holding onto it so tightly, trying to cherish every single moment and freeze time.  I tried to do the same with your brothers too, but the fact is that I have forgotten the little things and even some of the big things.

I love the way that you purr when you are sleeping, sighing in your cute little baby girl voice during each exhale, the chirping sound that your throat makes as you quickly inhale air after each gulp of milk, the fantastic sugar and oil smell of your head, the fuzzy blonde fur on your skin, and the chubs around your neck that are so thick I can barely get in there with my tiny fingers to clean and dry them.  I will try not to forget the way that you laugh in your light sleep, how you gaze at your biggest brother in adoration when he holds and sings to you ... and how he gazed in adoration at you when he met you for the first time.  I will try not to forget the way that you calm down and pucker your lips just before you make an explosion in your diaper, how you groan and grunt and stretch each morning for about an hour as you are awakening.  Most nights, you are awake for several hours before bedtime, but you are not very grumpy.  You calm down if I hold you, rub your forehead, or sing to you.

One Hour
Due to your good behavior, I have a decent amount of energy.  I have only felt like having one nap since your birth.  I am able to make meals almost every day, keep the house clean, bring all three of you to the museum or library, and still have enough energy to enjoy my husband and the kids at the end of the day.  A lot of this is due to the good food and rest that I received during the last month of my pregnancy (kudos to my husband there!) and to my parents help (lots of dishwashing and laundry and getting up early with the boys!) around here during the first month of my healing after childbirth.  Taking care of three kiddos requires a lot of energy.  There are a lot of butts to wipe, clothes to hang and fold, dishes to prepare and clean, and crafts to facilitate.  I am already able to fit into my pre-pregnancy jeans due to this.  I'm not talking about my pre-first pregnancy pants which were incredibly slim, but my pre-third pregnancy pants ... although you will more often see me still wearing 20ish week maternity pants because they are more comfortable at the end of the day.

One Week
I have been starting to realize recently that you will soon be a girl and then a woman and not forever a sweet baby with a closet packed full of tiny pink oufits and a basket full of tiny white diapers.  I am sure that you will be excited about the outdoors like your brothers (who for example asked me yesterday if they can display the spare set of moose antlers on their bedroom wall).  You might preserve berries, go moose camping, and stack wood.  You may even like pirates and knights.  But, there are some things that moms and girls can do that moms and boys cannot.  I will likely french braid your hair, make you dresses out of your daddy's old button-up shirts, take you to dance class, and teach you to knit.  I know your daddy always wanted a little girl and for sure all of your grandmas (especially the greats:  Carol and Jan) had been waiting for you also.

New Hope Montessori Preschool

Our son is attending a new preschool this year.  It is a Montessori-based non-profit school, and it has quite a different philosphy than our previous preschool.  The children work individually on different academic tasks that they chose from shelves in the classroom, and then there are group activities that are very imaginative or practical.  Their progress, including photos and work, throughout the year is recorded in a binder that they will receive at the end of the year.  Montessori school has a "softer" feel.  The classrooms are cute and cozy, organized, and welcoming.  The children are quiet and very well-behaved.

One part of the Montessori philosophy is "practical life."  The preschool director and the teachers work with the children on real-life tasks such as lacing/tying, buttoning, pouring, cooking, carrying groceries, setting the table, feeding the dog, folding laundry, and so on.  I have noticed our son even more willing to help than he is normally.  He has done his share of hanging and folding laundry and has no problem doing something like peeling 20 carrots for me while I prepare dinner.  Not only is this portion of school good for helping at home, manners, influencing younger siblings, but it really gives the children themselves a sense of pride and independence.

The children made a doctor's office and spent quite a bit of time learning about the human body.  They also explored skeletons, did yoga, and learned to rattle off the five senses as quickly as they can count to five.  Then, before I knew it they were scientists, complete with badges and laboratories.  They cooked vegetables (even kohlrabi), and related the food preparation process to the five senses.  They learned how to weigh things with real laboratory scales and pretended to be paleontologists.  Now, they are creating bar graphs based on the types of clothing that they wear as they explore how different people dress around the world.  Our son has entertained himself at home drawing/coloring/cutting/gluing pieces of clothing together to create the people in his family over the last week.  The ideas and concepts they explore are very exciting to him!

Perks with this preschool that I like:  Tuition discount if you pay on time; Make-up days if one of your regular days falls on a scheduled day off, such as an inservice or holiday; No sweets or treats on Birthdays or Holidays; No field trips and few programs (which allows for more real learning time); Small class sizes; Healthy snacks only (our son chose carrots, hard boiled eggs, plums, and peaches for his first snacks); No free play / recess time; For outside activities, children must dress themselves completely in warm gear; No "show and tell;" The choice to attend between 2 and 5 days per week.


I noticed our son's writing skills are already improved after just over a month.  Part of this is because he has grown in body and mind so much from last year, but part of it is because this school is focused more on academics than self expression and socialization.  He can write practically anything you spell and always signs his work with both his name and his brother's name (probably used to doing this when he and I make birthday or thank-you cards).  He often brings home books that he made based on the "letter of the week" and is excited to read them to us.  He can count almost to thirty, and his teacher tells me he will be one of the few kids this year who make it to one-hundred.

In addition, the preschool is attached to a church so we are welcome to take part in the church community events.  For example, I have started quilting once a month with some very nice ladies.  The quilts we make will go to families whose homes have burned.

Our son is so excited about is school and the things he is learning.  I and am so happy New Hope Montessori Preschool is close to our home, and that we found it as soon as we did.  It should be a great year!

Full Term

The process of growing a full-term baby has been quite a learning experience for me.  I have seen plenty of obstetricians, midwives, even a holistic doctor and pre-natal chiropractor, and they all say they same thing.  "If you have had previous babies around week xx (36 in my case), then you will have any future babies around the same time."  Of course, they have seen exceptions to their rule, but they have been rare and to them, completely random.  I found this to be absurd.  If you can improve cancer, rheumatoid arthritis, or allergies by changing your diet, why on earth can't you control the integrity of your amniotic sac and your contractions by changing your diet?  Well, it turns out that you can.  There are plenty of people out there who have extended second, third, fourth, fifth pregnancies by doing exactly that.  And here are the key ingredients that they have shared with me:

Water.  All of the chemistry that happens in our bodies is done in water.  It's well known that people who are chronically dehydrated eventually develop one problem or another.  But, even in the short term, like when you are pregnant and have double the blood volume and constantly need to make fresh amniotic fluid, a small amount of water can make a large difference.  Even temporary dehydration can trigger contractions.  Not emptying your bladder frequently enough, by the way, is another way to get things going.  So, pee.  And pee often!

Protein.  If you look up what it is that you need to eat to grow healthy or age-less skin or collagen, you'll always find the answer is protein.  Collagen is also what makes up the majority of the amniotic sac.  There are pre-natal vitamins it turns out specifically for this, but they contain the same two amino acids that you can get if you just eat a simple traditional food:  gelatin broth.  You make it by simmering quality beef, chicken, or pig bones and ligaments for several days.  A bonus is that those same amino acids that build your collagen also build your joints, and the minerals in the broth that come from the bones help to build better bone structure.  Another bonus is that it tastes fantastic in any dish!  The baby also needs a lot of complete protein to grow, and that is why it is suggested that pregnant women eat 80 grams of protein per day (vs the 40 or so they should eat normally).  I used to snack more on fruits, vegetables, whole grain crackers but it turns out that the consensus is changing and they say that the body in general has a lot more need for the more nutrient dense animal products like free range eggs, greek yogurt or plain whole yogurt, quality whole cheese, whole milk, naturally-rasied meat, fish, organs like liver, and even raw nuts.  And that brings us to fats.

Fats/Oils.  Usually high quality protein and high quality fats go hand in hand.  While I will still eat a processed oil like oiive oil cold if it has been cold pressed, if it's refrigerated, and if it is stored in a dark container, I have read enough books and heard from enough experts now completely change my outlook on fats and oils and stick to the saturated and most natural ones possible.  Pregnant women especially don't need to tax their bodies trying to fight the inflammation inherent with mono and polunsatureated fats and oils.  Grass fed cow butter, ghee, lard and virgin cold-pressed coconut oil are "good" fats.  They are found naturally and are more stable than many other common oils.  I find this table is great for reference.  Coconut oil is especially beneficial to pregnant and lactating moms because of the high lauric acid content.

Antioxidants.  Well, it turns out that no matter how well you eat, there will always be radical chain reactions in the body and therefore destruction.  To help stop these reactions, such as in the breakdown of collagen or mutation of DNA, antioxidants are in order.  Eating some fome from each class is a good idea:  dark blue and red berries, deep orange vegetables, dark greens, and even those found in garlic and green tea are helpful.  Vitamin C is the most commonly listed antioxidant found when you are researching skin or amniotic sac health and coincidently, it is great for immune support also.

Immunity Enhancers.  It's not a bad idea to take Vitamin C, Vitamin D, and Probiotics in addition to the high folic acid, high iron pre-natal and calcium supplements.  The amniotic sac is sensitive to bacterial contamination and the stronger your immune system is, the less likely the sac is to be compromised.  It is easy to get a lot of Vitamin C by eating organic fruits.  Vitamin D it turns out is something most people lack due to the quantity of time we can spend indoors and our liberal use of sunblock.  It is a good idea to keep your vitamin D numbers in check by annual lab tests because not only does deficiency allow you to become sick more often, is linked to pre-mature rupture of membranes, but it is also a key player in many chronic illnesses that show up later in life.

Another very simple way to boost immune response is to consume probiotics.  Traditionally, probiotics were in the form of fresh fermented foods:  cheese, yogurt, liquor, vegetables, etc.  Although today if you would like to spend a lot of money you can find multiple strains in pill-form or purchase live kefir and kombucha from the store.  Eating the home-fermented foods themselves, however, is less expensive and is more beneficial because not only are you getting more strains and strains that are native to your location, but you are getting them in the form of an acidified food, which in itself boosts digestion and increases nutrient absorption.  To consume or to not consume these beneficial bacterial that live in your intestine can make or break your health.  People who eat fresh ferments attest to feeling better, and I can say personally that I have not been sick with so little as a cold in over one year, which is uncommon for a woman with two small children and a pregnancy in hand.  Fermenting can be intimidating, but it is all over the books and the net and I swear to you is simple.  My busy husband even does his own ferments and it took no convincing!

These simple steps really work.  The moms I have talked to have been able to extend their pregnancies by about a week or two not by bed rest, not by drugs, but by changing their diets.  Only time will tell how long this baby stays put, but in any case,  I have taken the time to implement the simple, economical, and traditional methods to keeping a family healthy.  It is amazing how simple it is to cut out extra fruits, sugars like carbs and starches, and grains once you know how to do it and the chemistry behind why you are doing it.  The more nourishing foods are more satisfying and, although being trained a chemist I like to see a reaction or an equation or an expert consensus through peer-review, that--the "satisfaction--in itself is as much evidence as I need to know I am on the right track.

Fun with Lens Flare: 34 Weeks


This is my signature dress of this summer's pregnancy.  It is so comfortable that sometimes I even sleep in it.  This is our front yard at sunset.  The dandelions and all of the cotton flying around are a nice, unexpected touch.  34 weeks has always been my biggest milestone.  I am very near the end.




I always say, ANYONE can take awesome photos if they shoot in manual mode.  It is such an easy thing to learn how to do.  This was unplanned, took 2 minutes.  I metered, switched places with my husband, and he focused the camera manually.  So fun!

Looking Back and Holding Steady

It's funny how much can change in only a few days.  I started a few blog posts, but I was distracted and unable to finish them.  I am well into my 8th month of trying to decide on the best vehicle for our growing family and the lowest-maintenance reusable diaper for the baby.  I also recently picked up interest in our ancestry and in choosing a baby name.

One week ago I was sitting in the front yard late one evening watching the boys play and wrote, "These summer days are heaven.  June through September, each year, are the months that make the cold and dark winters worthwhile.  There is a calm in the Interior of Alaska.  It's not too hot, not too cold, not too buggy, and so still.  The sounds of the wild are not overwhelming.  An occasional boat passes by.  I've determined that summer is the perfect time to end a pregnancy.  There is so much to be happy about that there is no time to dwell on being pregnant."

A couple of days ago those two months of sunny evenings faded away and I predicted that for the month of August, "Summer, in the Interior, is almost over.  August is here, which means we will probably receive plenty of moisture and experience temperatures that are good for growing radishes and spinach.  The Tanana Valley State Fair starts tomorrow, which to many people indicates cool and cloudy days.  The tomatoes plants will start to go downhill.  And the first light frost will probably make an appearance."

Yesterday, I thought that my water broke.  It terrified me since I am only 33 weeks along and I would idealy like to make it three more weeks so that I can deliver a baby around 6 pounds.  One of my boys was born at 36 weeks 4 days and the other at 35 weeks 7 days (just hours shy of 36).  It turned out that my water did not break, but it scared me enough into taking it even more easy than I already had been.  This evening I stayed home while my family went to enjoy the local State Fair.  Immediately, after they left, I recollected the last four weeks of my last pregnancy, where while exhausted I tried to stay horizontal to keep pressure off of the baby's route of exit.  This time though I have plenty of energy and while the baby is incredibly low, it is being kind to my body.  It takes every ounce of mental strength to restrain myself from doing simple tasks like blanching carrots, vacuuming, or going out to pick those beautiful red, ripe raspberries in our woods.  I think I may need to take up a craft that can be done while lying down or get my hands on another great book.

I will continue to remind myself that every hour, every day, and every week that this unborn child stays inside of me is key to its health, development and long-term well-being.  I am thankful that I have a wonderful husband who cares for me and our kids, our dog, and our home during the last weeks of each of my pregnancies.  And I will try to enjoy this change of pace and the new opportunities and change in perspective that will be ever-present until the baby arrives.  Whenever I feel a twinge of nerves,  I just look to these two boys and they reassure me that everything is going to turn out wonderfully.

Salcha River Cabin

This is the Alaskan cabin in the family.  It is surrounded by state land, is only accessible by boat or snow machine, and was purchased a couple years ago by my in-laws who were looking for some space out of town and a pre-retirement project.  Splitting wood (see my husband back left) and getting clean, warm water are two of the biggest projects now that the cabin has been remodeled and an outhouse has been built.

After they purchased the cabin, they had to purchase a new boat.  We inherited the old one, which needs a lot of electrical work, but we get rides on this one and borrow it sometimes on our river, the Chena.

Speaking of work, there was a lot to be done in the yard last weekend when we visited.  Here the boys and grandma are waving at passing boats while they throw brush onto the fire.

It was a long day for the boys.  One fell asleep on the boat seat on the ride back to the car and the other slept in the car.  

Sweet Baby Three

Goodness!  Have I not blogged about sweet baby three?  So much will change!  We will finally have to get a bigger rig (been choosing it since about Jan 1 this year but putting it off because I love my Corolla), build bunk beds for the boys, use our spare room for second kid room, and worry about small toys on the floor again.  I will have to push a stroller with an infant seat and make baby food out of our food.  It will be great!

Things have been different this third time around.  I don't have a job or school that gets me up early or keeps me on my feet all day and I have two boys who know how to sleep in, one of whom still takes a solid afternoon nap.  In addition to getting great sleep, I have had an excellent diet.  My new favorite books by the way are Wild Fermentation (Katz), Deep Nutrition (Shanahan), Super Nutrition for Babies (Erlich), and Coconut Oil Miracle (Fife). 

Week 16, Easter


Week 28, Independence Day Weekend


Some things have not changed.  I am still a tiny person with a larger than average sized baby who goes head down before Week 30.  Strangers comment that I look ready to have the baby, that the baby looks very low, and that I look good.  If this baby is within a couple ounces of big brothers, I and the medical professionals expect him/her to come around 36 weeks, so August 26 instead of the official due date of September 23.  In the end, it will be interesting to see if the probiotic foods, the collagen-building bone broths, and the otherwise nutrient-dense diet will prevent my water from breaking early.  My guess is no, but I always love a good experiment, and if nothing else the good food and sleep are making me feel strong, happy, and energetic.

Our Yard


The yard itself is really green and has been push mowed more times this June than it has all of the other summers combined.  This is due to a good summer with pretty consistent rain and probably deeper roots and more native grasses too now that it's been planted for five summers.

I love simple, practical gifts.  
The Easter bunny left these birdhouses,
and we each had a great time decorating one.

It was a rainy day yesterday so I thought a good time to take photos of our first substantial garden.  I love that it is right next to the playground.  Our 4 year old knows what every single plant is and helps me to care for them.  After a little over a month of growth, some things are doing great and some are coming along slowly (kale, chard, carrots in way back bed).  Due to temperature differences between beds and between areas within beds, I think I will do a little rearranging of seeds next year.
Above, we have onions, cabbage, peas, edible sunflower. 

Strawberries, herbs, cauliflower, broccoli                     Lettuce, beans, tomatoes                

Potatoes, Beans, Carrots

My husband started our well casing.   
Perhaps there will be room to plant something edible there also.

And finally here is the woodshed that my husband designed and built last summer.
Each of the five sections stores just over 3 cord birch, white spruce, or aspen and it is almost full.

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