How To Be A Crunchy Gym Rat

Okay, so it’s no secret that I adore the YMCA. I like to lift weights, need a place to run when there isn’t daylight or heat during my slotted running hours, and I have designs on taking a yoga class one of these days with a friend of mine.

I also take my children there for gymnastics, rock climbing lessons and swimming classes. In the past, we have also participated in Kid Fit, tae kwan do, dance lessons and water polo during other sessions at the Y.

In fact, since we began homeschooling, the YMCA has been a steady and important part of our weekly pattern.

This past summer, I went to a whole new level of crunchy. I started using beauty and hygiene products with the lowest possible ratings from the Environmental Working Group’s data base. This was similar to the transition we made away from convenience foods in the past. It seems crazy and impossible at first; it sounded suspiciously like everything was going to be more difficult and take more time. As it turned out, none of that is true, it simply took some adjusting. Here are some ways I have combined these two parts of my life:

I still wash my hair with baking soda and condition with a white vinegar rinse. I take the baking soda in a ziplock bag. When I get out of the pool (oh yeah – I’m taking swimming lessons now too. And wow it is going to take a long time to make a swimmer out of me, but hopefully my knees will thank me eventually.) I hop in the shower with my baggie and dribble just a bit of water into it. I use the paste to rub on my face like a mask – it has been amazing in terms of minimizing my pores and reducing my acne. Then I fill the bag half full of water. I seal it and shake it up, then pour over and scrub my hair. I bring the vinegar in an old, empty shampoo bottle which allows a great deal of control over how much I’m squirting over my head at one time.

I bring my ZUM goats-milk soap in a little old tupperware.

All the chlorine is doing new and interesting things with my skin, so I have found a lotion we like (Hugo Naturals) and slather it on before dressing.

I would love to experiment with using oils for moisturizer – does anyone hanging around here reading this have experience in this department? Angela? Delena? Maureen?

Crunchy gym rats also like a good breakfast, so I’ve been taking a banana along to eat on the way there. When I get home I have a little bowl of oatmeal made with coconut milk, which really powers me through a morning of homeschool.

Are you exercising right now? What great routines do you use to combine practical beauty and staying fit?

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What Works Wednesday

I’m linking up again today with Heather over at Upside Down Homeschooling for What Works Wednesday.

Here is the most recent household tip that has really been working for me: A new laundry soap recipe!

A couple of years ago, I started making my own laundry soap. It was kind of a process, though not difficult, and I blogged about it. I was really happy with it for a while, but then my whites started looking really dingy and all my laundry was holding onto an odd sour smell. I didn’t update because I was looking for something else. Then it was just sad when I didn’t find anything that worked for me. So I was back to store laundry soap and I really didn’t want to blog about that. Even more sad.

Enter my friend Maria discussing crunchy hair with me and voila, She gave me a new laundry soap recipe. She found it somewhere on the internet and it is ALL OVER out there, but she gave it to me with out a site credit, so I’m just taking the lazy way and crediting her for it.

Easy Liquid Laundry Soap

Boil 4 cups water (I use a large glass measuring cup and put it in the microwave).
Stir in
– 3 TBSP Borox
– 3 TBSP Washing Soda
– 2 TBSP dishwashing liquid (the kind you put in the sink, NOT the kind you put in the dishwasher)

Let sit until cool. Pour into a gallon jug and fill remaining space with cold water, allowing suds to run out over the top.

Use about 1/2 cup for a very large or very dirty load.

We have very dirty loads OFTEN at our house

Although they are typically from farming, not running.

I have been using this homemade laundry detergent for months now and I am so pleased. All the clothing smells wonderful and it is at least as clean as when I was using the expensive ‘environmentally friendly’ store soap. I love how easy and quick it is to mix a batch and Little Cowgirl loves helping to do so.

Now, if only there were something I could mix up to fold and put away the clean clothes. Let me know if you have a recipe for that!

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What a difference: WIWW

Last week I participated in ‘What I Wore Wednesday” over at The Pleated Poppy. It was so fun! I know I’ve admitted to my vanity numerous times, but this sharing of wearing has been so fun. If you didn’t click over last week, please take a second to do so now. Her linkup is filled with awesome bloggers talking about what is happening in their lives – it is so much more than what we are wearing. Thanks again to Tracy at Sellabitmum for linking up to this so I could happen upon it.

pleated poppy

It feels a lot like what my friend Amy told me once, “That is NOT vanity, Jessica. That is keeping yourself up; there is a difference!”

And she is right. I actually took a few minutes to *choose* outfits last week because I was eager to link up again this week. I intentionally accessorized! I wore jewelry and clothing I love, I tapped into my deep clearance purse collection, and I spent the week feeling capable and adult.

Seriously, people, it’s the small things!

This week:

Not sure what I was going for with my hair...

This outfit included my retired running sneakers, the sequined John Deere shirt I found on a clearance rack for $6 (I know!), a fabulous leather belt (Carhartt) which also came off a steep clearance rack (I don’t remember the price for sure but I know it was single digits) and shorts I bought two years ago in desperation when I finally took the baby weight off and had no summer clothing. Of course they are from Kohl’s (xo Kohl’s I love you).

Glad I looked good while I was changing my flat tire...

I was SO happy I was wearing sneakers – I imagine it’s difficult to fix a flat in flip-flops.

I had two super-cute outfits on Thursday and Friday, I was making use of some oldies-but-goodies that I haven’t pulled out of the closet in years…but the pics are fuzzy. We are also having a hard time finding a good place to take the pictures; stay tuned on this.

On Saturday I had a dinner and movie date.

The conversation and I were* both* sparkling.

This is another single-digit clearance shirt from Kohl’s. The jeans are Cello brand and I found them on clearance for less than twenty bucks in Atwoods when I was actually purchasing farm supplies. The boots are Double-H lace ups that I’ve had for years. The little hand bag is Candy’s ($3 – clearance of course). Again, frustration with out-of-focus pictures because the jeans are heavily rhinestoned on the back pockets and I wanted to show you that…

Here is my Church outfit:

I wish you could see the shoes!

A repeat of “My entire outfit is from Kohl’s clearance and cost less than $50.” I’ve had these pants (MyMichelle) for years and love them. The shirt (iZByer) is new this spring and I’ve gotten tons of mileage from it: I wore it for Easter vigil, two dinner meetings, a band concert, a date night, and church. Clearance purse (Dana Buchman) and shoes (Apt 9) which are skinny high-heels with a strappy back. The big deal with this outfit was the opportunity to wear my birthday jewelry; my parents gave me a sapphire bracelet! And they had no idea my sister was giving me a sapphire ring!

I highly recommend turning 35.

On Monday I met my mom halfway between my house and hers (about 110 miles for each of us to drive) to pick up one child and drop off another. In the summer they spend a few days all by themselves with Grammy and Grandad.

This is what I wore.

Another all-clearance-all-Kohl’s outfit, except this one is under $25 total. The shoes are new from Target and were only 30% off but I heart them.

And this is what I wore to the water park yesterday after reading MODG’s tankini rant.

$20 swimsuit from Old Navy. No, they didn't have the one MODG is looking for.

Other than the two days when my underage photographers came up with out-of-focus pics (and of course I was in too much of a hurry to check) that is my week in clothing. Boring but clearance-y.

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Bubble, bubble, toil and trouble…

Several years ago, the Environmental Working Group came out with a list of cosmetic products, including toothpaste, sunscreen, makeup, shampoo, soap, lotion and nail polish. It is a full-disclosure database about what is inside these products. I’ve been avoiding it for years, though I did replace our toothpaste, soap and shampoo after reading about some of the initial information.

This summer I would like to experiment some more with finding safe and healthy alternatives to cosmetic products. I’ll keep you posted as I work on finding healthier options for my family and my planet. I would also love to find ways around the lazy approach I’ve taken thus far – which is a single-step plan involving purchasing very expensive alternatives. I grew up on a farm in the 1980s, so it goes without saying that spending more than $7 for a small bottle of shampoo is something that I feel I need to take to the confessional. (Please absolve me, mom!)

I think this issue is on the mind of my friends as well. My darling Tarah, of spoon hooker fame, sent me this link not long ago about making your own body wash.

Yesterday one of my internet friends (one of the two people I can’t wait to meet in real life but am also kind of afraid that we will cause some sort of nuclear reaction with our fantasticalness – not a word but it says what I mean – in the same place at the same time) posted a link to this method of hair washing.

My foodie mentor and homeschool guru Maureen wrote a great post about making deodorant at home.

I told my baking-soda hair washing friend yesterday that I’m extra-vain, especially for a crunchy gal. So I’m going to be pretty picky. And the idea of giving up my quick-dry, one-swipe nail polish kinda makes me want to cry. But the idea of giving myself cancer makes me feel much worse – let’s not even talk about the fact that my daughter loves to have her nails painted. I’ve been having problems with makeup for years now…I can’t wear eyeshadow at all in the last month because of the constant reaction it causes. It’s time to make some more informed and aggressive changes around here. The first step begins with evaluating the items I am using on the EWG website.

So how about it? Would you be interested in sharing some of this journey with me?

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You know how I love a great deal…

So I couldn’t pass up this offer. And it is so incredible, I felt the need to share.

I started reading Renee’s blog over at FIMBY after discovering some of her writing on Simple Homeschool. Her ebook is one of 35 being offered as a package deal during this special promotion. All the books are designed to help you simplify your life.

S. O. L. D.

Let me know if you also purchase the books, and if so, which ones you particularly enjoy or find a great help to your family life.

The sale only runs through Friday morning, sorry for the late notice!

Are you able to see the wolf in sheep’s clothing?

Nestle’ has introduced a new product (they are the parent company of Gerber, who manufactures infant formula).  The more recent comeback of breastfeeding popularity in our society is causing slumping sales for formula companies.  Trying to find another way into the pockets of families, they have introduced a “Keurig” for formula.  In the past several days, I’ve seen it pop up on my Facebook page in various articles and blogs, but I wanted to share this one in particular:  politicsrespun.  What struck me was not the opinion itself (though it is very good writing), but the comments.  Here is what struck a discordant note with me:

 

Mad as Hell
May 26th, 2011 @ 1:21 pm

Youn know. Its people like you that made my wife feel like a failure for not being able to breastfeed. For about a day that is, until the joys of formula feeding started to show themselves.

And we have the happiest little girl you can possibly imagine. She ate meat at 4 months and loved it

I know more about the biology of antibodies then most people who read this and I can say this…..you want to breastfeed, go ahead. But keep your recriminations to yourself, because none of us want to hear about it…and at the end of the day, none of us care about you or your crazy, misguided approach to raising children.

This kind of thinking led right to the ‘Genderless child’ in Toronto

Shut up and leave us alone.

Formula Feeder, and proud of it

 

 

There are so many things wrong with this, I’m not sure where to start.  I didn’t reply on the blog because there were several excellent and sensitive replies.  But I still wanted to talk about it so I’m going to do so here in an effort to stimulate some productive conversation.

 

1)  The blog was criticizing formula companies and their marketing tactics, not women who cannot breastfeed.  It did also lay blame upon medical institutions and professionals who take monetary (or other) rewards from formula companies to promote their products (note:  when you tell a new mother that breastfeeding is best as you hand her a sample of Gerber formula and a brochure about their new machine, it is like telling a blind date you had a nice time even though you have no intention of ever seeing them again so you give them a fake number.)

 

2)I am very sorry this man’s wife feels so badly.  She obviously had a great desire to breastfeed!  The anger here is justified, however misplaced.  One day is not long enough to know if a person is medically unable to breastfeed.  I do not know the exact circumstances in this case, but it takes an average of 3-5 day for a mother’s milk to come in.  So unless she didn’t have nipples, a day is not long enough to try (and if she didn’t have nipples, I’m pretty sure she wouldn’t have tried).  This man and his wife have been victims of poor information and lack of support.  Her option to breastfeed was stolen from her by the withholding of correct and helpful information.  If she (and he) had been given proper encouragement and support for her desires, if she had been given support and the facts she needed, her story may have been very different.  The anger needs to be placed upon those who put her in a position of failure.  SHE did not fail.  THEY FAILED HER.

 

3)  I am very glad for their beautiful and happy daughter.  Children are a joy, a gift, and awaken in us the most heart-rending love humanly possible no matter how they are fed.  I am very thankful formula is available when it is necessary.

 

4)  The AAP and the WHO (World Health Organization) recommend *exclusive* (this means absolutely nothing else – no water, juice, formula) breastfeeding for the first six months.  The little girl referred to in this angry comment was formula fed, and therefore needed to start solid foods earlier because formula does NOT meet all of her nutritional needs as breastfeeding would have (no wonder the mother wanted to breastfeed!).  There is actually nothing wrong with feeding an infant pureed meat.  It is an excellent source of iron, which all babies need.  Two of my infants started with meat.  It is a better alternative than cereals, as they are chalk-full of some of the most common food allergens.  And the earlier an infant begins on solid foods, the higher their risk for food allergies.  If you are fortunate enough to be breastfeeding, it is wonderful to know that you are providing what your baby needs within the biological norm of our species.  If you are formula feeding, it is very important that you are supplementing your baby’s nutrition.

 

5)  Of course, you realize the formula companies also manufacture all those cereals and baby foods?

 

6)  Um, if this person really does know more about antibodies than me, I think he would have the desire to be more informed about breastfeeding so that he and his wife can be better prepared to fend off toxic information and support if they have another child.  Properly informed support from spouses and grandparents have been found to be the single most important factor determining the success of a breastfeeding relationship.  As so many mothers can tell you – they really wanted to breastfeed their baby and the system failed them and their supportive-but-uninformed partners.  These parents are putting misplaced trust with individuals (hospitals, OB/GYNs, Nurses and Pediatricians – all well intentioned) who are improperly educated by the formula companies themselves.

 

7)  None of this blog was a recrimination of mothers who formula feed.  This was a recrimination of the companies that manufacture formula for the express purpose of making as much money as possible, regardless of the health of the consumers.  I find it especially distasteful seeing as the consumers who suffer most of the physical consequences have no voice.  (The mother also suffers physical consequences as well, though not as many or as severe.)  Formula is an important and necessary tool.  It can truly be a life saver in every sense.  But consumers need to be fully informed that they and their baby are going to suffer consequences for a choice that is insidiously posed as ‘convenient’ by clever marketing and unethically promoted by institutions that parents trust to have their best interest in mind.  I realize it is in the consumer’s hands.  But it is hard to choose to breastfeed when you are encouraged to give the baby formula the first day you are in the hospital postpartum because you are having trouble latching the baby on.  Formula companies have been reduced from marketing themselves as better than breastmilk to just as good as breastmilk to their current representation of “breastmilk is the very best, but our product is a close second and more convenient.”  None of these ever has been or ever will be true.

 

8 ) If that last point was a bit long, let me sum it up for you.  They just want your money, people.  Just like everyone selling something.  You have to be an informed consumer.  Do not take what they say at face value.  It is like watching an election debate – nobody really says what they mean, it’s all been rehearsed so many times it smacks of insincerity, and most of the time nobody actually answers a question.  It’s lots of fancy slogans and banners designed to make you feel good enough about the candidate to vote for them.  But you don’t really know enough about them to understand what you are really getting.

 

9)  How in any way did this article show breastfeeding as a crazy and misguided approach to parenting? Nor does it suggest formula feeding to be a crazy or misguided way of loving and raising children.  Rather, it is an open criticism of a company’s obvious bid for money over the health and well being of its consumers.

 

10)  The raising of the genderless child in Toronto is actually much more like formula feeding than Mad as Hell would like to think.  For those of you not following me – we don’t really know how the children in this family are going to be affected by their parents attempts to protect them from gender stereotyping.  We know they obviously love them very much and are doing what they feel is the best thing for their family.  It is a social experiment, in a way.  Not because these parents want to experiment with their children, but because they truly believe with every fiber of their existence that they are doing what must be done to bring their children up the very best way they can even though it is different than everyone else.  A lot like Mad As Hell because there is not an understanding of the long-term effects of formula feeding of infants, and the more studies are done the worse the news gets.  But formula companies keep right on pushing it as an excellent choice and health care professionals keep letting them.  And guess what – unlike Storm’s parents, who are alone in their chioces, Mad As Hell is surrounded by families in similar situations.  And I’m certain Mad As Hell and his wife love their daughter more than anything in the world and believe with every fiber of their being that formula was the right and best choice for them at the time.  He may feel that he knows it is bad for those three children in Toronto to be raised without gender-bias, but we all know it is worse for their daughter to have formula when his wife should have been given better support and information than she was in order to have a choice at all.  The parents in Toronto made their choice freely, but Mad As Hell and his wife had their choice removed from them.

 

11)  The author was not talking to Mad As Hell.  At all.  Telling the author to “shut up and leave us alone” shows how deep the wounds can cut when we are pitted against one another over an issue that involves such intense feelings.  I think this is something Mad As Hell should be telling the formula companies.

 

12) Regardless of how this family feeds their infant, I know how much they love her and how proud they are of her.

 

Sweet gift idea

Farmer Boy’s Alphabet Phonics tutor has been such a blessing to our family.  I am so thankful for her.  We wanted to give her something – just because.

 

You know about the cookie recipe from last week?  We baked some of those up.  When it came time to package a few of them, I couldn’t decide what to do…I wanted it to look nice.  But without plastic wrap or throw-away stuff.

 

Then, inspiration struck.  My mother makes incredible plum jelly for us each year.  I am always saving the jars to give her for the next batch.  Except for this one:

 

Re-used gift ribbon & there you go.  Pretty AND practical.  Heart it.

Stroke of genius,

Or something like it.

I am up to my armpits in tomatoes.  I know – it’s a great problem to have!  I like to stew, puree and freeze them so I have a quick addition to soups, stews, sloppy joe, chilli, spaghetti. . . you get the idea.

When the ripened tomatoes had taken over my counter and surrounded the coffee maker like an army of angry little protestors, I decided I better do something with them even though it was 10 pm.  I sliced off the stems and threw them in my crock pot – Viola!

I don’t know why I never thought of this before.  I even thought to toss in some sprigs of my very own parsley and sweet basil!  They turned out terrific.  I shut the crock off when I turned the coffee maker on, and blended/froze the tomatoes after breakfast.  Then I dropped the crock in the dishwasher.  It may not be the same as having a cook or maid, but this morning it sure felt close enough.

Aaaaaahhhhhhhh

I had summer squash for breakfast this morning.

After a more than two-year decimation from squash bugs, I have won.  It was a bit like the revolutionary war, but in the end the tattered minute mom triumphed.

At the end of our first glorious summer of gardening, filled with squashy goodness, I failed to recognize the abrupt and wilting end of our abundance, the signs of evil to come.  The following year I was unaware about what was happening until it was too late.  Last year, though I had good intentions,  I was not aggressive enough and my garden was generally so disordered I’m not sure it would have mattered.

This year I started checking for squash bugs as soon as the plants sprouted.  I checked every few days under each leaf.  When the inevitable day came that I found (not one, but) two of the little MFs squash bugs, I stepped up my vigilance.  I also mixed up some spray (we call it Squash Bug Squish) similar to #1 on this site, because our family tries to avoid using pesticides - especially on our food.  Every day I killed any squash bug I found either by hand or by spray.  I also sprayed the plant for repellent.  When the vines were blooming, and I’d not seen a squash bug for a week I celebrated success.

A dangerous error.

I didn’t think to check the volunteer squash that sprouted far in the back of my compost pile.  I didn’t realize until it was a shriveled mass of squash bug squalor that it would, of course, be hosting a great orgy of the summer-fun-killers, harboring their shiny brown masses of future horny life-suckers. 

So we rallied and the four of us took turns on patrol, usually with me at the lead and allowing the troops (mostly two boys) to do the dirty work.  The smallest soldier took interest but was misinformed and kept looking for these weapons of mass destruction on the giant sunflowers she planted instead of the various squash plants.  We destroyed several waves of enemies, often in their grey (alien-ish, as one son would say) immature forms.  Though a few did manage to slip through our defenses and reach their full growth.  I’m still watchful for cells of them to hatch in case they connected with one another outside of my intelligence net – which is extensive, as we carefully avoid spraying predator bugs during our sweeps.

So, in cautious celebration I picked the barely-ripe, tender yellow vegetable this morning after lifting the heavy stem of each vine to check underneath for sleeper cells.  I sauteed it in this and tasted (fresh) victory.

And then, while looking for a link for this post, I read that squash bugs also attack tomato plants.  So I’ve gotta get back outside.