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Testing out the TinyDesk app

Hi yall. This is just a test of the iPhone app “Tiny Desk” (for publishing blog posts from my phone). Happy Phoebe picking flowers So far I like the app much better than Blogpress. ^_^ We shall see if its a keeper or not!
Do you blog from your smart phone? What app(s) do you like to use?[youtube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5uSNgmuLVis]

This is a quote. Test. 1 2 3. 🙂

Thanks for bearing with my test!

^_^ Erin

Posted using Tinydesk Writer iPhone app

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Testing out the Blogpress app

Hello Dear Readership!

One of the main things that keeps me from blogging more than I do is the fact that I don’t have my own computer. I do, however, have an iPhone. So, I’m testing out an app called Blogpress that would let me blog easily from my iPhone. Short post. Sweet & to the point.

But, just for funsies, here’s a picture of what Phoebe was up to tonight!

By ekwetzel

– Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone

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Been Gone So Long

I want you to know that, as I sit down to write this post, I have no idea what to say. There is so much I want to talk about. There are so many blog posts I want to write. I want to do an Elimination Communication update, including talk of nighttime infant pottying. I want to restart my $50 A Week Challenge, because when I’m not blogging about it, I don’t stick to it. I want to do a series of blog posts about what baby gear I find necessary versus which items I think are useless, because I’ve been talking with my newly pregnant friends, Joey and Stacy, and it’s stirred up a lot of information and tips that I want to share with them, as well as others.

I want to tell you about everything that’s happening in my life right now. But as I sit down to write, my awareness of current events goes blank. What do I do with my days? How have I been passing my nights? I get so tired by the time Phoebe is asleep, lately, that all I want to do is watch TV. Desperate Housewives, to be specific. It’s on Netflix Instawatch. And I’m addicted.

ekwetzel dove tattoo

I had a birthday. I’m now 29 years old. It was a really good birthday. I got a tattoo that I’ve wanted for a loooooong time. Awhile back, I met a girl with an enchanting bird tattoo. Bird silhouettes flew from her wrist right up her arm. I thought: wouldn’t it be cool to do a tat like that, but do each bird in a different town? So that’s what I started on my birthday. It is my Tacoma bird. Maybe next time I vacation or roadtrip or live somewhere else, he’ll get another companion.

Three days after my birthday, Matt and I celebrated our 4th wedding anniversary. This being the anniversary of “fruit and flowers,” Matt gave me a bouquet of flowers each day that he came home from work, saying simply, “Happy Monday,” or “Happy Thursday.” It was really sweet. And the flowers are GORGEOUS and currently strewn around the house. Yes, I know I’m spoiled. However, seeing as flowers and fruit are very feminine things, I gave Matt the new Batman videogame: Arkham City. I figured there would probably be some digital fruit and flowers strewn about the digital landscape somewhere. He appreciated my think-outside-the-box idea.

curly sunglass wearing mama

These last 15 months have been a wild ride of change and hormones and emotions. Being pregnant and giving birth were like desert experiences for me. So much of my comforts were stripped away and I was forced to grow spiritually in order to find the peace and strength I needed to get me through those trying times. My body was weak. My hormones took over my emotions. My energy levels were nonexistent. But, finally, this month I’m starting to really feel like myself again. I am a new person, transformed by the birth of my firstborn, but I like to think that now I am more truly myself. I have shed my scales and my true nature has had a chance to step forth and mature. My body was weak, but my spirit was strengthened, and now that I have my physical strength and energy back, there are days when I feel like a true force of nature.

Of course, there are other days when all I want to do is nap. But that’s because I’m human. I’m not a deity. I’m just a person. I try to live as best as I know how; I try to be the best companion and wife that I can; and I try to mother as well as I am able; but constantly pouring myself into these pursuits is draining. Motherhood is hard. Yes. It is hard for me. Because I won’t settle for less than my very best.

I feel like my blog posts often develop a negative tone. I think that’s because I “journal” to some extent, and when I journal I tend to write about my hardships in an effort to mull them over, and then let them go. But while any life has its hard moments and its hard days, I feel overwhelmingly blessed. And I appreciate the beauty and companionship that I have day in and day out. I’ve been realistic about my hardships of parenting, so let me be realistic about the good things, as well. (Forgive me if this comes across as boasting):

Phoebe broke through her first tooth. It’s the bottom left front tooth. It’s cute. And she never lets me see it, unless she’s smiling up at me with a big happy grin on her face. (I’ve been trying to take a picture of her tooth. She’s having none of it).

phoebe's first tooth

This is the best picture I've been able to snap of her tooth. Yes. Constantly moving baby. The blurs can barely keep up.

Phoebe pees in her potty more frequently than she pees in her diaper, and she almost always poops in her potty, as well. She has even been peeing in her potty a lot at night, waking up with dry diapers and crying until we put her in her potty spot. She does almost all of this while fast asleep.

phoebe infant pottying elimination communication

When Phoebe goes down for the night, she stirs every half hour to hour and a half and needs me to go in and nurse her or change her diaper / potty her. But once I come to bed for the night, she’s been letting me sleep straight through until morning. And sometimes she even awakens with a dry diaper in the morning, too (although not very often). Yes. I can actually get 6-7 hours of reliable sleep at night. I know. This is insanity. Insanely cool. And I totally did not expect this development.

napping 6 month baby

We started solid foods with Phoebe. She hasn’t been taking them very well. Most of the time they make her spit up a lot, so when that happens, we give solids a rest for a day or two. However, whenever I’m eating sliced apples, she always wants to take one out of my hand and have it to herself. And she devours it. Albeit slowly. Even though, half the time, it makes her spit up a lot. To tell you the truth, I’m kind of relieved she’s not jumping into solid foods full throttle. My baby is growing up so quickly, it’s nice to have an area in which she’s still acting like a little baby.

We started using baby sign language with Phoebe, and she is already responding to the “all done” sign. She doesn’t sign back, but when she’s “all done” with something (playing, lying down, pottying, sitting in her highchair) she shakes her arms up and down in a specific and excited way, expecting us to help her get up.

And tonight! Tonight Phoebe started crawling. Like, real crawling! On her knees, hands plopping one after another. Her motivation? My iPhone was on the floor a few feet away from her, playing the O Brother Where Art Thou soundtrack. She’s obsessed. With both the phone and the soundtrack. It’s adorable. She crawled after it three separate times, then she got frustrated and tired and went to bed. And 2 hours after she was asleep, I heard crying from the bedroom, and there she was: fast asleep on the bed she was trying to crawl, but restricted by my pillow. Matt and I have been in there a handful of times now to lie with her and calm her down, but she keeps dream-crawling; and, while it frustrates her, it is so sweet and adorable.

phoebe crawling through her toys

Best of all, my baby laughs. A lot. I have a dry and sarcastic sense of humor sometimes, and when I make a joke with a straight face, Phoebe will often giggle, as if she thinks I just said something really funny. My baby gets my sense of humor! When she finds something that Matt or I am doing particularly hilarious, she goes into giggle fits and gives a big belly laugh that never ends. If we keep egging her on, she just keeps laughing and laughing and laughing. It’s so precious.

That’s all for now. A blog post. I did it. It’s hard getting back on a roll after being off it for so long. Now that my site is not-hacked and live again, perhaps I’ll fluff my wooly thoughts and return them to the fold with clicking keyboard keys and warm enchanting photos.

babywearing ergo

matt papa babywearing ergo hawt

By ekwetzel

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I Was Hacked

I was hacked. That’s right: my site was hacked. If you came here and my hackers infected you with Malware, I’m deeply sorry.

The good news is: the site is now cleaned up and running again. Woo hoo! I have a lot of blogging to catch up on, including Phoebe’s 5 month blog post (she turned 5 months old on the 14th). All in good time…

Many thanks to Rex from Phoenix Design for cleaning up my site & getting me online again. I couldn’t have done it without you, friend!!!

Until later, folks…

By ekwetzel

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Mr. Wetzel

mrwetzel matthew wetzelUpon venturing into the great blogging frontier, I saw that others referenced their husbands in different ways. One blogger used “DH” (I thought they were his initials at first, but I now realize it stands for “Dear Husband”). Another referred to her husband by his first name. Some, when tweeting, will @tag their spouses. And I wondered, “How do I want to refer to my husband?”

I wanted to be consistent and not switch willy nilly between initials, nomenclatures, first name and twitter id. And, in a flash of humor and brilliance, I decided upon “Mr. Wetzel.” On the blog, I use Mr. Wetzel in full, and on twitter I use “MrW.”

Although there are practical reasons for this choice (i.e. It’s obvious I’m referring to my husband as opposed to a random “Matt” in my life), the primary reason I chose the tag-line is because it’s goofy. Matt and I don’t have a formal and stoic relationship, and referring to him as “Mr. Wetzel” seems a little fun-loving to me. Like the way you feel when you are first married and call each other “Mr.” and “Mrs.” Then giggle because your new-found life together is so fresh and fun.

Oh, and there is one more reason for using “Mr. Wetzel.” Matthew’s initials are actually MRW (his middle name is Ray). Especially when on twitter (where I simply use MrW), my formal blog name for him has a double-entendre as his literal name. MrW; Mr. Wetzel; Matthew; Dear Husband…whatever I call you, I’m glad the thought of you still makes me smile. And I’m happy to be your wife!

By ekwetzel

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Week 27 – Laying Off

26 weeks pregnant belly bump

What have I been doing with myself now that I don’t have a job? I’ve had time to do a little more reading, for one. As long as my pregnant belly doesn’t interfere!

I know, I know. The blogs have been posted pretty inconsistent lately. At the end of the year last year, I was laid off due to lack of hours at my job, and with that my access to the internet diminished significantly. No, I wouldn’t blog-on-the-job. My bosses were really cool, down-to-Earth guys, however, and they wouldn’t mind it if I did personal stuff on my lunch break, or if I stayed late to work on a personal project (on my own dime).

I don’t have a computer at home until my husband comes home from work (he uses his on the job). Our days have been so busy, especially with preparations for our baby on the way, that taking a few hours to write in the evening hasn’t always been a top priority. Sometimes you have to let things slide. Sometimes slacking off is good for the home. I am happy to say I have not sacrificed quality family time for you, dear readership, no matter how inconsistent that has made my blogging.

I do enjoy writing for you, though. I do enjoy thinking about our food and being honest and open about the way eating locally has affected us.

In light of our decreased finances, many things have shifted in our budget (one of which is my plans to buy my own computer). One thing that has remained rooted is our commitment to our local CSA. It is still cheaper to buy food from the farm than it is from the store. It is still cheaper and healthier to buy raw ingredients than processed foods, packaged dinners or fast food. We feel stronger and healthier eating veggies, milk and eggs from our local community. And we are confident that we will be raising our baby up on the right nutrients and values, from as early as the womb.

It’s not a hard decision for us to stick with the farm. We feel blessed to have it available, and we refuse to lay them off. Their presence on our plate is too irreplaceable.

By ekwetzel

csa tacoma farm foodWEEK 27 – This week a new thing was started at our CSA: a community box. If you have something in your basket that you don’t like, you can add it to the community box, and replace it with something else that another share member didn’t want. Brilliant! I got extra potatoes and an extra pear!
(Top Row)
Purple Onion
(Middle row)

(Bottom row)
Mustard greens

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