Tuesday, April 28, 2009

Mishmash Family Science: Bagel Brain

The Mishmash Family flop.

It was late. We were tired.

Even the battery on the camera conked out.

A lesson learned on reading directions carefully and perhaps not doing experiments late in the evening.

Join "I'm-so-tired- and-just-need-to-go-bed" mommy for Bagel Brain.

At least they tasted good!


Mishmash Family Science: Brain In A Bag

The Mishmash Family, bread bags, mashed potatoes and sand???

Three pounds of warm squishy goodness as we make-- Brain-In-A-Bag.


That's Our Nana

***Nana Disclaimer***
For those of you that don't know Nana in real life, please know that not only does she not mind us telling about her "Nana-isms" she will often tell them herself.

And, if I blog about them, she makes me read the posts to her then she acts out each incident as though I wasn't there the first time.

She is the cutest, little Filipino woman you ever did meet and she has the biggest, most generous heart of anyone I ever met. So no worries --she eats this up :)

I haven't posted a "Nana-isms" since December. I think it's time, don't you??

In December Nana had her second cataract surgery and absolutely loved her doctor.

She told us multiple times how nice he was as well as being very skilled.

She was relating his skill and precision to us and tried to equate his surgery skill with the saying, "Hitting the nail on the head."

But our conversation went more like this...

"Oh Lain, he is sooooo good!
He just goes in there and, boom, he just hits the nail on the door!"


Just last night, while Leisl and I were watching a video, she popped over to talk to me.
I had Leisl pause the video so I could chat with her.
There were a couple of pauses in our conversation so each time Leisl would pick up the remote to press "Play" and then realize we weren't finished yet and hit the "Pause" button.

After the third false alarm, Nana finally looked over at Leisl and said, "Just hang your horses child, we'll be done in a minute."

Leisl and I looked at each other and just laughed.

Poor Nana. All she could say was, "Now what?"

"You said, "Hang your horses."

"I know. What's a matter with that?"

"Ma, it's, "Hold your horses." (As I gestured like holding the reins of a horse.)
"Not, "Hang." (As I gestured a noose around my neck and stuck my tongue out, the image of what she said occurred to her and she had a very good laugh from that one.)


And I honestly don't know what her and Leisl were talking about because I wasn't paying attention. But their conversation caught my attention when I heard Nana say,

"Oh yeah, they're dropping like worms."


Ah, but she's getting better. A few seconds later she said, "Worms? Or is it flies? Oh yeah, flies! That's it, they're dropping like flies."

Good for you Nana!


Monday, April 27, 2009

Mishmash Family Science: The Heart's Blood Part II

The Mishmash Family continue their study of heartbeats. Here they make an indicator of clay and a toothpick which is placed on a pulse point.


Mishmash Family Science: The Heart's Blood Part I

Lub dub.

Lub dub.

The Mishmash Family construct stethoscopes and listen to their hearts beat.


The Simple Woman's Daybook

For Today, Monday April 27th, 2009...

Outside my window... overcast and gray. At least it's not currently raining.

I am thinking... about how much sense it makes that Jesus was born in a manger. He is after the Lamb of God that takes away the sins of the world. Where else would a lamb be born?

From the learning rooms... we are heading into week 27 and the life of Elisha.

I am thankful for... how the Lord, once again, showed Himself faithful to me and my family last night. Wow.

From the kitchen... I haven't given a single thought to meal planning for this week. I'll have to pop back into this post once I figure it out. My mind has been occupied with other things!

I am wearing... gray slacks, a gray turtle neck shell with a sweater thrown over it. And yes the lilac Ugg's are on... the tile is cold this morning.

I am reading... the usual. I just finished an amazing book, "The Same Kind of Different As Me" by Ron Hall and Denver Moore. I highly recommend it especially to those that like biographies. I don't know what I'll pick-up next...

I am hoping... to get caught up on editing science videos and blogging posts. It was an interesting week last week and I just needed a time of silence.

I am creating... a couple of projects leftover from the last few weeks that I haven't been able to do.

I am praying... prayers of gratefulness and thanksgiving. The foot of the cross is an amazing place...

Around the house... we are getting there!! Last week I "found" my kitchen counters (yea!) and then the Captain and I picked out a new shower curtain and shower caddy. We came home and he cleaned the bathroom and hung up the new stuff. I can't believe how something as simple as changing the shower curtain made everything feel so new and fresh.

Last night he tackled the kitchen floor so we're in a pretty good spot coming into this week.

One of my favorite things... freedom in Christ.

A few plans for the rest of the week... just plugging away at school, the usual lessons (violin and ballet), hopefully Bible study tonight. It's very quiet this week. *** Edited to add I now have a physiatrist appointment tomorrow and will be picking up my traction unit this week!

Here is a picture thought I am sharing with you...

Today is The Captain's birthday but it's also his late day at work so we gave him his gifts last night. His best childhood friend sent him Legos :D It's so fun to see a now 41 year old man get excited over new toys. hee hee.

Have a wonderful week and thanks for stopping by!


Monday, April 20, 2009

The Simple Woman's Daybook

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For Today... April 20, 2009

Outside my window... Sunny and 77˙-- so happy I'm giddy

I am thinking... about how difficult it is to look into the heart of a person and how easy it is to hurt people we care about. The thoughts don't match the sunny weather-- they seem more like thoughts for a gloomy day but the sun outside reminds me that God truly is in control and He is working all things out for good. The Son will burn away all the dark clouds of hurt and confusion and one day we will all see clearly. I hope that day is very, very soon.

From the learning rooms... Finishing up Elijah, learning about Elisha, India's caste system, Naboth's vineyard, and briefly going over Buddhism and Hinduism.

I am thankful for... the little things-- a washer and dryer that work, a sunny day, hot water this morning. I'm also thankful for bigger things-- my husband has a job, we have plenty of food to eat, my children are currently healthy and my Mom and Dad that live next door.

From the kitchen... M- Chinese Chicken Salad T- Adobo W- S&P roasted chicken, Th- Spicy Meatloaf F- Clam Chowder

I am wearing... running shorts and a tank-- outdoor school today.

I am reading... Same Kind of Different As Me by Ron Hall and Denver Moore (which I can't put down) and the usual.

I am hoping... in Jesus.

I am creating... a variety of projects-- cards, gifts, etc...

I am praying... comfort and healing for a few friends and that I would stay under the shelter of His wing.

Around the house... busy as usual.

One of my favorite things... outdoor school!

A few plans for the rest of the week... library, rehearsal starts for the girls in ballet-- the Spring performance is Alice in Wonderland (so excited), and violin for all. No major plans this week.

Here is a picture thought I am sharing with you...

I can't believe my little one is eight years old now...


Sunday, April 19, 2009

Kurt's Quotes

Today is Kurt's eighth birthday and this morning he opened a few gifts. The gift from Uncle Marty was a Mega Top --- which we had never seen before.

After checking it out, Kurt replied, "This is no ordinary thing!"

It was very cute and he is now busy exploring his other gifts-- a handmade archery bow given by our friend Marimba Sticks, Magic Tricks given by Brigitta and a Nerf football given by Leisl are a few.

He has been thrilled with the little things all morning-- pancakes for breakfast, balloons outside his bedroom door and the lavish attention of his big sisters.

He is absolutely beside himself with the musical birthday card that plays the Star Wars theme!

Watching his joy over these expressions of our affection for him and seeing him simply delight in the day makes me want to echo his sentiment and say, "This is no ordinary thing!"

No it's extraordinary because pleasure and joy can only, ultimately come from God, who is extraordinary beyond measure. I love that He shares who He is with us and the He is made manifest in us and through us.

We are all extraordinary simply because He made us and loves us and is present with us and in us.

How awesome is that?


Thursday, April 16, 2009

I Just Had To...

Instead, God deliberately chose things the world considers foolish
in order to shame those who think they are wise.
And he chose those who are powerless to shame those who are powerful.
1 Corinthians 1:27

I love her spunk!


Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Guest Post: The Kim Chronicles Part 2

To read part 1 of Kim's story, click here.

In my last post, I talked about my history of depression and anxiety. In this post, I will share more about the foods I was raised on with the thought that these foods were healthy choices, and how in truth, these foods can contribute to depression, anxiety, and PMS.

A couple of weeks ago, I was chatting with a good friend of mine about this book she turned me on to called Nourishing Traditions by Sally Fallon. It's a cookbook, but SO much more. It's really quite amazing how this book and one other called Traditional Foods Are Your Best Medicine by Ronald F. Schmid, N.D. have completely transformed the way I think about food.

What began as a desperate attempt to save my sanity, and my relationship with my husband and children, has now turned into baby steps toward a healthier way of thinking about food, making meals and eating.

A total paradigm shift is in the works here, and I am amazed at the changes I have seen take place in me during only a few short weeks. In order to better see the big picture, let me tell you a little bit about myself.

I have been dieting and eating primarily lowfat, nonfat, sugar free, convenience foods for most of my life. I was raised on lowfat, sugar free foods (along with fresh fruits and vegetables) because, at the time, that was considered a healthy way of eating.

All of my adult life I have shopped with one primary goal in mind: Always purchase the lowfat, fat free, reduced sugar, low sodium, diet version of whatever product I'm buying if possible. I thought that was the healthier choice. Although my weight has been relatively stable, I have also always felt like I was overweight and needed to work out more, eat less calories and fat and just plain be in better shape.

As I discussed in my previous post, I have struggled with mild to moderate depression and anxiety, and severe PMS for as long as I can remember. I took Lexapro for anxiety for about 6 months and noticed moderate improvement. However, the side effects were not fun so it just wasn't worth it to me. I was willing to live with my anxiety in order to not be subject to the side effects of the drug.

So, the years went by. I gave birth to 3 beautiful daughters. I became less able to handle my depression and anxiety on my own through exercise and diet and the walls started to close in on me. It happened gradually.

My darling husband and I went from being great communicators and loving partners to simply coexisting as roommates most of the time. My erratic behavior, non-existent sex drive, mood swings, intense PMS symptoms and a menstrual cycle that would last a short 20 days took its toll on us. My husband began to close himself off to me emotionally. He still tried, but our communication was strained and I could feel myself disconnecting bit by bit.

Sounds pretty dismal doesn't it? Honestly, I didn't think it was bad at all until nearly 14 years had gone by and I saw myself in pictures, at least the few pictures I could find with me in them. My smile always looked tired, ragged and strained.

Then, a day came when I decided that I had to do something.

Life was short and right then, I didn't feel any passion toward my husband, my kids were driving me crazy, and I didn't know what else to do. So, I called my doctor and made an appointment. My plan was to get on some good antidepressants.

I went in for the appointment and for some reason (God) they had scheduled me with my old midwife. She could not prescribe an antidepressant, but she did notice that my vitamin D test taken a year earlier showed that my vitamin D was very low. She asked if I was taking a supplement.

Nope. I hate taking pills of any kind.

She then informed me that low vitamin D can directly affect depression and anxiety. It also, can increase my risk of dying from any number of cancers. So, she said, the first step might be to start taking a minimum of 1000 iu's a day. That seemed like a large dose to me since the multivitamin collecting dust in my cabinet only had 400 iu's of vitamin D and said that was 100% of the recommended daily allowance. She said, actually, I could take as much as 4000 iu's a day. Wow, I had no idea!

Taking a vitamin D supplement sounded a lot better to me than taking an antidepressant or antianxiety medicine. So, I went over to my local grocery store and in the health food section I found a fabulous chewable vitamin D supplement made by Rainbow Light called Sunny Gummies. Yum! They taste like sugary, lemony, gummy bears filled with sunshine. Each delicious drop of sunshine contains 1000iu's of vitamin D. It couldn't hurt to double up, so I take 2000iu's per day now.

As it turns out, that was a life changing decision. Within a week I was feeling noticeably lighter, happier, less grumpy and stressed. I was able to react more appropriately to stressful situations and my attitude toward my husband and children was much better. All that within a week. Within two weeks I literally felt like I had woken up from a long, foggy sleep. It had been years since I had felt that good.

During that time, I also purchased a juicing machine. I had read that drinking fresh fruit and vegetable juice on a regular basis is really good for you. Juicing breaks down the cell walls of the fruit or vegetable making its vitamins and nutrients easier for our bodies to absorb.

After juicing for a few days, I felt energized. I wasn't as hungry throughout the day, and was sleeping better at night.

Another unexpected bonus that came about from these two small changes was that my monthly cycle lengthened. Right away! The very first month it was 27 days! The second month it was 25 days. That is amazing. I've never had cycles that long. In addition, my PMS is markedly reduced. I still feel a little down a few days before I start, but that's it. Sounds good to me!

A couple of weeks after I started taking Vitamin D and juicing, my friend Lainie told me that she had found someone to get raw milk and organic eggs from. Hmmm, I was intrigued. At that time, I was already reading Traditional Foods Are Your Best Medicine by Ronald F. Schmid, N.D.

It had opened my eyes to the fact that pretty much everything I ate was contributing to my depression, anxiety, yo-yo weight, allergies, illnesses, acne and poor vision. Specifically, the lack of good quality fat, protein, veggies, and grains was the problem. What jumped out at me, was that it said I should be drinking only Raw Whole Milk and dairy products made from Raw Whole Milk.

Wow. Wouldn't I get really, really fat? Would I have a heart attack? I've been told my entire life that whole milk is the enemy. The idea of raw milk wasn't a new one to me. I had considered that before, but not whole milk.

This was going to take a major paradigm shift. After talking to my husband about it and receiving a shrug and an "ok" from him, I began buying raw milk and organic eggs from the farm.

It took a few days for my family to adjust to the different flavor and texture. My middle daughter went on a bit of a milk strike for a couple of weeks. However, now we LOVE raw whole milk. Whenever we run out and have to buy pasteurized milk at the store, everyone notices the difference and says they miss the farm milk.


We are on the road to health!

Kim from
This Little House

Go to Fight Back Fridays at Food Renegade for other stories, recipes and information regarding nutrition.

Top 100 Blogs on Christian Families

Well, this was a surprise.

I received a lovely email from Suzane S. (whom I did not know until I received this email) and she informed me that she just posted a Top 100 list of Christian Family Blogs and has included Mishmash Maggie.

Thank you Suzane for including the Mishmash Family!

I can't wait to visit the other blogs and be encouraged!

Here is the link if you'd like to visit Suzane and checkout her:

Top 100 Blogs on Christian Families

If you are visiting... Welcome! Please come on in and make yourself at home.


Boy CrAZy!

First it was John.

Everything was John this, John that.

John, John, John.

When she found a woolly bear caterpillar she even had to name it John.

Then it was George.

Oh My.

I knew everything about George because George was all she could talk about.

Howard was a brief interruption but soon it was back to George, George, George.

And more George.

But now?

Poor George. He's been replaced.

He's been replaced with Peter.

My daughter is completely enamored of Peter.

Now before you go getting the wrong idea I need to explain.

Leisl isn't just "regular" boy crazy. She's pretty oblivious to the boys she has actually met in real life.

She is ga-ga over the "boys" she hopes to meet one day.

John is not a neighbor or church friend. John is John Williams, the composer of the Star Wars score (and other Hollywood hit films) fame.

George is George Lucas.

Yes, most girls dream of southern California, Disneyland and Cinderella's castle while my daughter is dreaming about northern California so she can visit Industrial Light and Magic-- home to Lucasfilm Entertainment.

She has her fascination with Howard. As in Howard Shore, the composer.

Ah, but through Howard she "met" Peter.

Oh, wonderful, brilliant Peter... sigh.

Now she's trying to figure out how to get to New Zealand!

Why New Zealand?

New Zealand is home to the production studio of Peter Jackson, director of the Lord of the Rings trilogy.

She has practically memorized the documentaries from the regular and extended discs.

If you go into her room late at night you can hear her mumble things in her sleep like,

"Cross coverage." "Check the gate." And "Everything is under control."

I roll my eyes and tease her, but I actually get a huge kick out of the fact that she can rattle off a list of contemporary composers without hesitation.

She can identify their music "in three notes."

[Are you old enough to remember that reference?? Name That Tune]

Anyway, I love it that she admires the costume designs of this person and the art direction of that person.

At this point her "boy craze" is more endearing to me than worrisome.

But I do keep her passport locked up, you know, just in case.


Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Guest Post: The Kim Chronicles Part 1

As promised, my friend Kim of This Little House is journeying with me to the land of healthy and wholesome. She has graciously agreed to share her story with us.

Kim is not just a bloggy buddy but a real life friend whom I've had the great pleasure of getting to know better these last few years. She is a true girlfriend-- honest, real, profound, hilarious and a very good cheerleader of those blessed enough to be near and dear to her heart.

Due to the length of her story, we decided it was better to post in installments.

So grab a cup of tea (or coffee if you must :) and pull up a chair.

Here is Part One of The Kim Chronicles...

Before I begin my story, here is a snapshot of what my diet has looked like for most of my life.

• Skim, store brand, milk
• Margarine
• White Flour
• Table salt
• Refined sugar
• Sweet n low
• Fat Free coffee creamer
• Coffee
• Processed Cheese
• Reduced fat Breads
• Bagels
• Honey Nut Cheerios
• Oatmeal
• Fruit and Veggies (not organic)
• Chicken, ground beef, pork and a teeny bit of fish (not organic)
• Coffee, big time!
• Cookies, brownies, and Ice cream

This isn't everything I ate, but I think it provides a good picture.
Now, here is my story. **********************************************************************************
When I sit back and try to pinpoint when I began feeling depressed, I have to go back many, many years. With difficulty, I struggle to remember a time when I didn't feel a little depressed or anxious from time to time. I know I felt that way in high school, and middle school and the later part of elementary school. However, before fourth grade, I don't recall feeling this way.

Fourth grade stands out because that was the year my family moved to a new town. I was devastated. It took me such a long time to adjust, make new friends, and fit in. It was during this time that I began to feel depressed and anxious. It was also the summer after fourth grade that I began to menstruate. I was 9.

To my parents and friends, I don't think I appeared depressed or anxious. Especially not when I was young. Then in high school, my moodiness was just chalked up to hormones and the stress that CAN BE the high school experience. I was a cheerleader, involved in drama and singing, ran track and maintained a low B average all the way through high school. I was a pretty good kid. I rarely got into trouble and tried to do the right thing. However, I was constantly in fear. Fear of letting my parents down, my teachers down, my friends down, not being good enough, pretty enough, popular enough; fear controlled my life. My close group of friends were all very outgoing, smart, confident, funny girls. I didn't always feel like I fit in, but I tried not to let it show. My primary objective was to be liked.

College was the same way. Depression and anxiety were a major part of my life. Chronic dieting and a poor self image were also a big part of who I was. Again, I'm sure if you asked my friends and family what they thought of me back then, they would describe an outgoing, friendly, health conscious person who cared about others. Inside though, I was very insecure, unsure of myself and my decisions, and battling with the fear of letting others down.

After college, I got married and we moved to Coeur d'Alene, Idano to start our lives together. As exciting as that was, it was also very stressful. I found it incredibly difficult to make new friends and relied heavily upon my sister-in-law, who lived in the town we moved to, for support and friendship. I felt isolated and unsure of who I was. During the long, cold, snowy winters I was depressed and gained weight. Then spring would come and I'd be ecstatic and diet and exercise to lose the 10 pounds or so that I had gained.

I was told I had "seasonal depression" and my doctor offered to prescribe an anti anxiety medicine. I decided not to take him up on that. I had always been opposed to taking medication and felt that I needed to just muscle my way through it. Besides, as long as I could exercise regularly, I was fine. I also didn't see myself as depressed. It's funny because when I think back on those years now, I think of them as some of the best years of my life. I tend to gloss over and forget this struggle that was going on in the background.

During our second year in Idaho, we decided to have a baby. We got pregnant easily, and my pregnancy went well. Nine months later I delivered an 8lb 14 oz bouncing baby girl. It was a wonderful time. And yet, it was also during this time that my depression and anxiety became more than I could handle. My darling girl was colicky, and had a huge appetite. As she grew, she developed a very serious disposition and suffered from chronic ear infections throughout her first year of life. Lack of sleep, maintaining a full time work schedule, and taking care of a fussy baby was taking it's toll on me.

To regain some sense of control, I exercised a lot, ate an extremely low fat, bland diet, took diet pills and did all I could to get back to my pre-pregnancy body. My husband and I also started attending church during this time. As wonderful as that was, it was also stressful for me because I was forced to meet new people. I was again the "new girl" and on the outside looking in. It was terrifying. Thankfully, I had one good friend who went to that church. I depended on her for support. I hated not being more in control of my situation, but I was frozen by the fear of rejection. Irrational as it was, it was very real to me at the time.

I did my best not to let on that I was struggling. I volunteered at church, my husband and I went on retreats with the young married's group, I even did a class on how to be more organized (which I felt completely unqualified to do). We eventually made friends and felt as though Couer d'Alene was home. Then after almost 5 years, my parents moved to Portland, OR and we felt God telling us that the time had come to live closer to family. So, in just 2 months time, we packed up our belongings, put our house on the market and moved to Portland.

This move wasn't as dramatic because we were moving someplace where we already new some people. We had friends who lived here, in addition to my parents, so the risk was minimal. Even still, the first year, was terribly stressful. We were living in a tiny apartment, paying rent and paying our house payment because our home in Idaho didn't sell. It took over 6 months for our home to sell. I know in today's market that isn't very long, but back in 2000 it seemed like forever.
I was still a chronic dieter. Trying to cut calories, reduce my fat, exercise more and eat less was a way of life for me. I was irritable, stressed out, my skin looked terrible, my hair was thin. My husband and I both look back at this first year in Portland as the most difficult year in our marriage. Our daughter was 2 1/2 and extremely strong willed. She was in trouble at day care all the time, and driving us crazy at home. We had a difficult time finding a new church home, so during the first year we were church shopping. Trying someplace new out every few weeks. I'm pretty friendly and outgoing, but this was still difficult for me.

A year later, we had sold our Idaho house, purchased a new home in the Portland area, found our new church and were settling in. I was dancing in a professional clog dancing group with my mom and 3 other women and having the time of my life. I was fit, but still dieting, and taking metabolism boosters, cutting fat and calories as much as possible. During this time, we were also trying to get pregnant again. It took us five years to get pregnant. I had 1 miscarriage, and was on Clomid for a total of 6 months. We eventually were able to get pregnant through the use of injectibles and IUI. Throughout this ordeal, I went through periods of feeling hopeful and excited, to feeling completely inadequate as a woman, wife and mother. The medications I took effected me physically and emotionally. Each month that ended without me being pregnant caused a cycle of depression, followed by the anxiety of waiting through another month of medicine and tests. This went on and on. Finally, we got that + sign on the pregnancy test! We were so happy. Our daughter was going to have a sibling! Happy, happy, happy.

I was 10 weeks pregnant when we went on a weekend family camping trip with my parents, their friends, and my brother and his wife. It was a fun weekend. We played games, played in the water, the men all went fishing, my oldest got to ride a jet ski with her Aunt and Uncle. It was great.

As we were driving home, we all stopped at a rest stop before heading our separate ways. We said our last goodbyes to everyone, hopped in the car and headed home. I only got to say a quick goodbye to my dad because he was busy with the trailer, so he called us on the way home from his cell phone. He and I laughed and talked about the fun weekend. We played the alphabet game that we used to play during road trips when I was a kid. It was nice. I told him I loved him and he told me he loved me, and we said goodbye.

The next day was Monday. After work, I was laying on my bed trying to cool off. It was late June and the first of many hot days was upon us. The phone rang and I let my husband get it. He quickly handed me the phone with a puzzled look on his face. He said it was someone calling from my grandpa's house saying there was a medical emergency. I immediately thought something had happened to my grandpa. He was dying from cancer.

However, the voice on the phone said that my Dad had had a medical emergency and I needed to come right away. I was confused and in a daze and said I would be right there. My husband helped me with my shoes and I began the 20 minute drive to my grandpa's house. As I drove I prayed and I was filled with an increasing sense of urgency. I drove way too fast, and tried to remember to breathe.

As I approached my grandparents neighborhood, I could see the glow of red lights even before I turned the corner. There was an ambulance, a fire truck and cars scattered everywhere. I screeched to a halt and got out of the car. As I turned to walk toward the house, a paramedic came quickly up to me, put her hands on my shoulders and told me that my dad had died.

What followed were days, weeks and months of visitors, crying, sleepless nights, trying to take care of my mom, myself, my husband, my daughter, my growing baby and trying to figure out what a normal life was without the presence of my dad.

Were depression and anxiety a part of my life during this period? You bet they were. It got so bad that I considered going on antidepressant/anti anxiety medication while I was pregnant. Again, I opted not to for fear of the affect on the baby and the fact that I would feel like a failure if I had to take medication.

After I had my second daughter I struggled with nursing, mourning my dad. I had post partum depression. I eventually did begin taking Lexapro for anxiety. It seemed to help, but after a few months I went off of it. The side effects were too much for me and my husband.
As time passed, I was able to regain some of my coping skills and was able to truly enjoy my new baby girl and my oldest daughter. We bought a new house, moved, and were just getting settled in when we received a surprise. We were expecting again.

We were shocked. This was not planned. It took us a little while to adjust to the news. Gradually we became happy and excited about our newest child coming into the world. We knew that this was just what God wanted for us. Our 3rd daughter was born 18 months after our 2nd daughter. Two under two. Pretty exciting.

Also, pretty stressful. Since that time, my husband and I have struggled in our marriage. There was a lot of tension between us and communication had broken down to the extent that we only spoke when it was about the kids or out of necessity. We didn't fight much, we just coexisted. I was very unhappy and would nag him and snip at him and the kids. There were good times too, but it felt like they didn't make up for all of the tension.

I figured that this was just a season in our marriage that we would have to get through and that once the kids got older we would be fine. However, as time went on, God placed in my heart a sense of urgency and an awareness that I needed to wake up and pay attention to my spouse and my kids.

This Little House

For Part 2 of Kim's story, click here.

Monday, April 13, 2009

Mishmash Family Science: Breathe In, Breathe Out

The Mishmash Family learn about problem solving and perseverance as well oxygenation as they build a model lung from a plastic bottle and balloons!

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For Today, April 13th 2009...

Outside my window... it looks cold*brrrrr*

I am thinking... about all the families I met this weekend out at 5 Rock Ranch (which ministers to the fatherless) and how God's grace is amazing.

From the learning rooms... We begin Week 25 today-- Solomon turns from God (so sad), The Kingdom is divided and we will also cover the story of Elijah.

I am thankful for... a weekend away with my family (even though it was brief) and for a great Easter Sunday.

From the kitchen... Tonight we had roasted chicken breasts, T- Cream of Broccoli soup, W- Tostadas, Th- Meatloaf and Fri- Salmon

I am wearing... the wrong clothes I think. It was sunny when I stepped out of the shower this morning so I put on capris. Wishful thinking I know. Maybe I'll just wear my long Uggs with them and call it good.

I am reading... the usual--1 Peter and Footsteps of the Flock

I am hoping... for warmer temperatures this week, relief from my shoulder and that we are productive this week with our schooling

I am creating... wedding gifts. I'm so late with everything right now... sigh... if I could move without pain I could get so much more done...

I am praying... for all the families I met this weekend.

Around the house... it isn't pretty. I think hubby and I need to talk about getting some outside help. I'm just not getting better fast enough. I'm trying really hard not to be frustrated with myself (and the house). Very difficult...

One of my favorite things... finding out we're getting a bigger refund than we thought from our taxes this year. What a happy surprise!

A few plans for the rest of the week... MRI on Friday

Here is a picture thought I am sharing with you...

All three fell asleep on the way home yesterday which never happens. I think it's a sign they all had a really good time.


Friday, April 10, 2009

Why Good Friday is Good

As a child, growing up with sporadic attendance in the Catholic church, I often wondered why Good Friday was good.

I asked the adults around and no one could answer my question,

"If Good Friday is the day Jesus died on the cross, why was it good?"

It wasn't until much later, when I was 28 to be exact, did I come to know and accept and receive in my life, the answer to that question.

If you look only at the New Testament accounting of that pivotal Friday two thousand plus years ago you might miss it.

But the Prophet Isaiah, as he writes about the coming Messiah, sheds insight as to why Jesus, dying on the cross, is good.

He writes,
Surely our griefs He Himself bore,
And our sorrows He carried;
Yet we ourselves esteemed Him stricken,
Smitten of God, and afflicted.

But He was pierced through for our transgressions,
He was crushed for our iniquities;
The chastening for our well-being fell upon Him,
And by His scourging we are healed.

All of us like sheep have gone astray,
Each of us has turned to his own way;
But the LORD has caused the iniquity of us all
To fall on Him.

Isaiah 53:4-6

All my grief and heartache caused by someone else's affliction, He understands and is acquainted with personally and intimately.

And (and this is a big "and") all the grief, pain and heartache I have caused other people
(my parents, husband, children, friends, & strangers)
all the punishment (or cost) for all my wrong doing,
He paid for with His body and with His life.

He willingly took the punishment that I deserved out of deep love for me.

What's that?

The punishment I deserved would have separated me from Him forever.
That is what Hell and damnation are-- separation from all that is good, right and true.
It is separation from God who is love and who is holy and just.

God, not wanting me to have to bear the painful cost for my sin, did what only He could do--

He sent His Son, to live a "penalty-free" life, a sinless life, so that He could take my place, my judgment, my punishment.

A mere man, with his own penalties can't accept punishment for someone else. A man destined for the death penalty can't be put to death twice.

Only an innocent man can be a substitute for a guilty one.

For God made Christ, who never sinned,
to be the offering for our sin,
so that we could be made right with God through Christ.

2 Corinthians 5:21

The very best news is that it wasn't just for me.

But the LORD has caused the iniquity of us all
To fall on Him.

Emphasis on the word 'all' is mine. I didn't want any one of us to miss it.

Jesus took the punishment for all our sin (past, present and future) that we deserved so that we could be restored to God once and for all.

For those that:

• Acknowledge that they needed Him to do it

• Believe that He did it on their behalf

• Accept that He provided it completely by His work (and not our own)

Need only confess it (acknowledge out loud, with their lips) while believing it to be true (internally, in their hearts) and they will be saved from judgment, from punishment for no other reason then His deep and profound love for us.

And that is very, very Good.


Thursday, April 9, 2009

Her First Montage

Leisl is our aspiring film maker so I gave her a chance to practice some skills.

I gave her free reign to use the raw footage I shot of our last science experiment to create a short (only 30 seconds) montage.

I thought she did an excellent job! Especially since the raw footage was poorly framed (my bad). I didn't know we were going to "do" anything with it or I would have actually paid attention.

The music is original music written by our very good friend Marimba Sticks--who is a genius composer in the making.

Leisl did all the edits and sound layering. So without further ado here is:

The Mishmash Family Science Intro:


Wednesday, April 8, 2009

Chicken Livers, Enzymes and FIRE!

***My apologies! I had no idea Blogger Video wasn't working :( I will upload to a different host and try to get this going soon. ***

Okay... now it seems to be working fine. Go figure...!


Intermediate Language Lessons: Lesson 215


Leisl's English assignment for today was to write a travelers' guide for the place in which you live.

If she had to write this assignment "straight" she would probably slip into unconsciousness before she could finish. Here at the Mishmash school, we definitely live *outside* of the box.

Here is her assignment in it's entirety.

Fasten your seatbelts... it's a bit of a wild ride.

The Visitor’s Guide to CahootsandKunundrum

Welcome to the wonderful region of CahootsandKunundrum, home of the Bifocal Birdies and the Flubberly Flootes, which all dance and play under the polka-dot sun.

At the northernly-southern tip of CahootsandKunundrum, there is a wonderful city called Monkey-in-the-middle. Of course, it’s at the bottom of the Purple-n-green goop-and-jello-sea, which you go through by swimming in the rowboat that is at the end of the three-mile dock on the half-mile shore.

As you walk through the wonderful rubber ducky gate of Monkey-in-the-middle, there is a wonderful view of Mt. Hood, which actually has an umbrella on top.

About five inches to the left of the wonderful Purple Uggboot Street is a wonderful cafe` called Chitty Chitty Bang Bang. They serve the most wonderful Styrofoam panninis on Laundromats.

If you head toward Lutfi Lane, you’ll find a wonderful park called 1.93263827 square inches. Here you can blow bubbles and ride on the merry-go-round that spins at 3,756 miles per hour.

There is also a wonderful viewpoint hill called the Director’s Chair, where you can look upon the planet of Tatooine to the South, and the city of Hobbitton to the North. Wonderful visitors are often known to gather here and take dozens of wonderful pictures.

On your way down from the Director's Chair there is a wonderful shoe shop, where you can buy anything from bunny slippers to Hobbit feet.

Be sure to drop by the Millennium Falcon, a wonderful ride that takes you up out of purple-and-green-goop-and-jello-sea to the constellation Coconut Oil with Oatmeal on my Face, and back down to the upsidedown skyscraper.

To depart, get back into the underwater rowboat which will take you back to the three-mile dock on the half-mile shore.

Come back soon!


Monday, April 6, 2009

A Simple Woman's Daybook

(To join Peggy or see other daybook entries, click on photo)

For Today, April 6th 2009...

Outside my window... perfection!

I am thinking... how amazing the Lord is yet even knowing that, how trusting Him with absolutely everything still requires much practice.

From the learning rooms... David and Bathsheba and Solomon's reign.

I am thankful for... the sunshine, the provision of an inversion machine to traction my neck, the sunshine, the hard work of my husband and did I mention the sunshine? :D

From the kitchen... M- Breakfast for dinner, T- Pork chops, W- Chicken Devan, Th- Albondigas (Meatball Soup) , F- I can't remember and I can't find my list... weird.

I am wearing... shorts and a tank top and no Ugg boots on my feet!!!

I am reading... up on Celebrating Biblical Feasts since Passover begins this week.

I am hoping... and watching and waiting for His return. I am hoping that we can all take comfort in the crazy-- like the CPSA & the Food Safety Modernization Act of 2009, and recognize that there needs to be eventual governmental control over the buying and selling of goods. It is fulfillment of Revelation 13:17.

I am creating... some cards that I'm overdue in giving.

I am hearing... the birds tweeting outside (since all our windows are open!) and my daughter practicing her violin outside on the deck.

Around the house... I am proving that evolution is impossible!

Our house is proof that matter cannot go from disorder to order by itself.

Hopefully I should be able to do more very soon--if the traction thing continues to help. Until then... chaos???

One of my favorite things... being able to have our windows open!

A few plans for the rest of the week... preparing for our Passover/Easter celebration, the girls have their Royal Academy of Dance examination and spending the weekend out at 5 Rock Ranch.

Here is a picture thought I am sharing with you...

We get large bags of lemons to squeeze and freeze into cubes (which I shared here) but it didn't occur to me until this past weekend to zest the lemons first and freeze them too!

Better late than never I suppose...


Sunday, April 5, 2009

My First Tea Set

My beautiful Persian friend Katy (pronounced keh- tee), generously gave me a container of tea, her mother's own secret blend.

Ever since I tried the tea at her home, years ago, I've always wanted to enjoy it again.

I was thrilled when I walked into my appointment with her husband, our naturopath, and she handed me my very own precious container of hand selected and blended tea leaves.

I've always been a coffee drinker, espresso to be exact. I've always enjoyed very strong tasting coffee.

Nana teases me, after tasting what is in my coffee cup, by saying, "Why don't you just grind some beans and suck on them!" It's actually quite hilarious because her comments, made in her unique accent, are usually accompanied with a scrunching of her face and rolling of her eyes.

Every since we altered our diet, I have slowly lost all craving for coffee. I've had a cappuccino a few times at Thirsty Thursday (since we meet in a coffee shop) but for the last few weeks I've been drinking tea.

I've even tried making espresso at home, which I love to do, but haven't been able to finish more than two or three sips.

Yesterday, after coming home with my "Keh-Tea" as I call it, I asked Nana if she had a tea set.

She invited me over to look through the treasures she has held onto since we lived in Japan (where I was born). I loved two sets she showed me but only came home with one.

I loved the other set so much I wanted to wait to have it in our home until our children are just a little bit older and more experienced with delicate, hand-wash only items.

This is what I came home with--

She actually has an entire set of dishes waiting for me whenever I want to take them. Plates, bowls, platters, a saki set, the remainder of the tea cups, an even bigger tea pot, etc...

As she showed me each part she told me stories that went with them.

I remembered that I have, in my possession, the old slides of my parents' trip to the factory where these pieces were made.

More than forty years ago Nana and Papa
(long before they ever dreamed of being a Nana and Papa)
took a trip to the pottery factory in Arita, Japan.

They were twenty-two and twenty-three in this picture...

As they toured the facility, they were impressed with the craftsmanship and meticulous attention to detail--

They carried their treasures in bags and held them securely on their laps during the more than two hour bus ride from Arita back to Sasebo where we lived.

From Sasebo, Japan they were later transported to San Diego, California where I spent my childhood.

And now, forty years later from the time they came from this factory--

Her treasures sit on my kitchen table in Portland, Oregon.

In all that time and in all that traveling, not one piece was ever broken. Every piece that made the original bus trip forty years ago now sits in her china cabinet right next door.

I don't know what it is about having these pieces in my home, here with my children, that makes me feel more of a woman, a wife and a mother. But it does some how.

I can look at my little Nana and appreciate not only her love for beautiful things but appreciate her dedication to keep and protect those things until she could share them with me.


Thursday, April 2, 2009

Unexpected Fruit (edited)

I've mentioned briefly here and here that we have made changes and are still in the process of making more changes to the way we eat.

After much prayer and with peace in our hearts, we started drinking raw milk on February 11th, 2009. At the same time we stopped eating all fast foods and started buying as much organic produce and meats as possible (for everyone this time... I had changed a lot of how I ate as part of adrenal gland recovery a year+ prior but that is another story).

When I got the Nourishing Traditions book (MAJOR eye-opener) I started to, slowly, cook our foods differently.

I now do things like soak our flours prior to cooking, I buy flourless sprouted whole wheat bread ( I love Dave's Killer Bread--Baby blue label) and have increased our raw foods.

I hope to have my own mill one day so I can go back to baking our own bread but until then Dave's does nicely.

I've mentioned before that we've always been butter people. After reading about margarine I can't believe they don't have to label it with a warning for consumers the way they do alcohol and tobacco. It leaves me speechless.

I did do the yogurt butter for one or two containers a few years ago but dropped it.

Hmmm, what else?? Oh! How could I forget! The biggest change was eliminating virtually all refined sugar and all high fructose corn syrup and dramatically reducing the processed foods.

I scoured the refrigerator and cabinets and read every, single label.

Commercial BBQ sauce? 2nd & 3rd ingredients= High Fructose Corn Syrup and corn syrup. Gone.

Bottled salad dressings? Most were tossed. I did keep the Ranch but we never ate it and Andrea just "invented" a recipe that should replace that!

I also got rid of a good two-pound stash of Taco Bell hot sauce packets. Although I do miss reading them (they made me laugh) I do not miss the migraine I would end up with.

There are a few things left in the house that are slowly disappearing. The Captain and I grew up in Filipino homes where you don't just throw away "perfectly good" food. We are just using what we have in the house to slowly wean our children from things like boxed cereals and boxed mac n' cheese. I don't anticipate purchasing those items again. We're still praying about the occasional box of Annie's... We know that in order for these changes to stay they need to be done very purposefully, consistently and lovingly.

For now, I look at their meals for the day and the overall week and try to balance out the few processed things they may have so that they have 80% or greater meals we would describe as healthy--good fat, protein, carbohydrates mainly from vegetables and fruits, whole grains but no refined sugar, artificial colors or preservatives.

In other words, our 7 year old can spell all the ingredients. He's our gauge :)

Now there are lots of websites and books and information about how to eat and live out this lifestyle. I will be sharing a few resources at the end.

This isn't a foodie blog but food is (thankfully) a part of our "Everyday" experience and my desire is to share how the changes we have made have changed our family and even our schooling experience and, of course, encourage you to pray and seek the Lord to see what He would have you do with the information I share.

So, wow, where do I begin...

The last time that I had a full-blown migraine was on December 6th 2008. I know because I blogged about it here.

And by full-blown I mean I cannot function, I am usually vomiting uncontrollably to the point of dry heaves and I require at least three different medications and/or a trip to the emergency room for IV fluids.

Since December I've had "little" migraines and starts of various headaches but I've been able to nip them in the bud and determine their cause.

That is until February. Somewhere around the end of February I noticed I wasn't reaching into the cabinet for Motrin everyday and my stash of Maxalt was untouched.

(I just went to the cabinet and checked. I refilled my Maxalt on December 22, 2008. I have only used one dose. I usually use most, if not all, of the nine doses in one month. Very excited!
*** Edited to add: I found the ninth dose-- I had pulled it out and put it in my nightstand)


Then in March the same thing. No headaches. Except for two days.
I traced it back, both times, to something I ate that I shouldn't have.
A bottled salad dressing one day (Can we say Hy-dro-lyzed boys and girls?) and a cookie made with unbleached all-purpose flour the other.

I took an enzyme that breaks down wheat to keep from getting a bigger headache and started implementing more "soaking" of whole wheat flours (which starts the break-down process so it's not so hard on your digestive system).

My whole wheat foods like waffles and pancakes and muffins have an amazing texture and are not hard or "brick" like in any way. In the past I stayed clear of using whole wheat because of the density, texture and taste. The tips and recipes in Nourishing Traditions have all been amazing. Every single thing I've tried has been good.

So what? Our food is tasting good, my headaches have stopped.

What is really the food?

March 28th.

( I do have permission to share this--no worries, Leisl is cool, seriously)

March 28th was Leisl's first day of her menstrual cycle for that month. She has been menstruating since October 2007 and is now pretty regular.

What was amazing about this month is that I didn't know she was going to start that day.

I always know when she is about to start.

Why? Because I keep such careful and close track of her cycle? I do but that's not why.

I always know when she is exactly two weeks away from starting because she has dramatic PMS symptoms in relationship to who is she normally.

There have been some moms out there that see her in her PMS state and have commented that their daughters are like that normally.

But that's not Leisl.

Leisl wakes up happy and is quick to hug and kiss whomever she can find. She's helpful. She is very kind to her siblings (yes even when I'm not around... I know because other people tell me).

Ah, but two weeks before she starts... she gets a little,... clip in her voice. She's a bit fatigued in the mornings. There is a general beginning of... sour face, if you will.

And slowly over the next two weeks it increases. Irritation at brother and sister. Lots of loud breathing. Did I mention the sour look on the face?

At this point, she is mainly causing her siblings problems.

But we're not there yet.

However, two days before she starts, if I call her name, I often don't receive the customary and very much expected, "Yes?" or "Yes Mom?"

Oh no... I get,


Excuse me?

More insistently and now whining, "Whhhuuuutttt?"

EXCUSE ME?! I know you are not talking to me?

(See I grew up in Southeast San Diego, in the 'hood, you know--bars on the doors and windows, graffiti on the fences, cops at school-- that's were I grew up. I do ghetto well. Anyway, I don't often slip into the "speech of my youth" unless I am

#1) Back in San Diego

#2) With my family from San Diego

#3) With friends that I feel very comfortable with and I know will "get it" and finally

#4) If I am at all feeling pentecostal, I'm sorry... it just comes out.

Oh my where was I? Oh yea, getting hoodie with my sassy daughter.

At our house, a child (or adult) may not say, "What?" as a one word sentence.
You may use "What" as part of a sentence...like, "What would you like me to do right now?"
"What are we having for dinner tonight?"

But, "What?" just as a sentence. Oh no.

"What?" reeks of independence, rebellion and disrespect.

If I call one of my children and they don't hear me, they say, "Excuse me?" or "Pardon?"

If I call their name they answer, "Coming Mom (or Dad)!" or "Yes?"

If they are distracted or temporarily have lost their senses and reply, "What?" which to my ears sounds like, "Whut?" they will get one, one "Excuse me?" reminder from me.

They don't need more than one.

Oh in the past I'm sure one of them tried it but the "rod of correction" was quickly applied to their "seat of understanding." So nowadays they need only a single reminder. We want all our children to be able to submit to and fear God as adults. We want them to receive the blessing promised them if they honor father and mother. By teaching/making them respect us, we help them obey God and His commandments so that it will be well for them.

Whoa, rabbit trail... where was I? Ah, yes... she doesn't usually need more than one reminder to say, "Yes?" instead of "What?"

Except two days before she starts her period.

Little Miss Sunshine disappears on us and is replaced with Sour Face Grumpy Girl.

Okay now she's messing with me.

Not a good idea. See above rabbit trail.

We have been in teaching mode for the last year. "Leisl I understand that you are PMS'ing. It's good we know why but it is not an excuse for poor behavior."

We come up with strategies to help her cope.

She has to apologize to everyone... a lot.

She has to "practice" saying and doing the right things so her flesh is trained. I understand the hormone/period thing is new to her so in a way we started right back at the beginning, like when she was a feisty toddler and preschooler.

In our house, if you say or do something wrong, it is not enough to mumble, "sorry" and move on with your life.

No, no. If the sentence came out, "KURT! I told you I didn't want you in my room right now!"

She apologizes, "Kurt I apologize for yelling and hurting your feelings can you please forgive me?"

Then, here comes the practice part. Then she says, "What I should have said is, "Kurt, I'm not feeling well right now and I would be happy to play with you later, but I just need some time to myself. Can you please understand?""

At this point, Kurt's responsibility is to honor her needs and let her be.
If he gets it right with a, "That's okay Leisl I forgive you. Hey, maybe later we can play Legos!" Then it's all good.

If he gives less than that, guess who is practicing next?

You got it-- Kurt.

Okay so there has been a lot of practicing about one week out of every 29-30 days.

By the day before her period rolls around I'm not doing so well.

I pray... a lot. For restraint. For grace. For wisdom. But mainly self-control.

See, I understand the PMS. After Kurt was born my PMS problems had escalated and the only way I can describe it is, "Crazy Mommy came to visit."

Crazy Mommy had to leave and I mean quick.

Kurt was born in April and by August I had a hysterectomy.
My life verse at that time was Matthew 18:9:

And if your eye causes you to sin, pluck it out and cast it from you.
It is better for you to enter into life [Heaven] with one eye,
rather than having two eyes, to be cast into hell fire.

My uterus was causing me to be angry and sin. It had to go. Thankfully a hysterectomy was also medically necessary because I could soak through a super tampon worn with an overnight pad in an hour, every hour, for two of the eight or nine days I was flowing. Think "crime scene."

(Sorry to any fellas reading)

I knew she couldn't "help it" but it didn't make it less right. She was going to have to deal with this her whole life. She needed to learn how to cope without making herself and everyone around her crazy.

So we talk, we pray, we cry, we trouble-shoot, we pray some more.
And I get a few more gray hairs and a few hours less sleep.

And every month, usually right before she started, we would have a melt down.

I was irritated. She was irritated.
I felt bad. She felt bad.
I would yell. She would either cry or get more sour faced.
I would chide myself for not being patient enough.
She would beat herself up with guilt.

Then, she would start.
She'd float downstairs like a burden had been lifted from her and she was good to go.
Smiling, laughing and crying all at once.

She apologized. I apologized.
She practiced. I practiced.

(Yes I go back and practice saying and doing the right thing when I blow it with the kids too. This was also how I learned to reverence my husband and honor my mother. Gotta train that flesh, serious)

Anyway, now, whew. We were safe for one more month.

That is until March 28th.

She started her period and my hands weren't mid-air ready to strangle her. I heard no heavy breathing coming from either of us.

There was no, "Whut?" last month.

"Leisl, are you early?"

No Mom, I don't think so.

Hmmm. One, two, three... I count the days. Nope, she's right on time.

What happened? No PMS. Perhaps a very slight irritation in her voice once in awhile but no Sour Girl.

We both realized she felt great this month, even while fighting a very bad sinus infection which would make the cheeriest of people grumpy.

"Leisl, I think it's the food. I haven't had a headache since February."

"Mom! I think you're right! I'm usually so upset with myself because I'm grumpy with these guys (point to little sister and little brother) but I haven't felt any of that! I've felt great!!


Now I know it's only been one cycle for her... but stuff like this isn't just happening at our house. I've asked a couple of ladies to guest post and I hope I can do that soon.
(Kim... Tauni, I'm talking to ya here)

But from what I've been told, decades-long battles with anxiety, depression, fatigue and being overly emotional have been improving or resolving in a matter of weeks with even slight changes in diet.

To quote Sally Fallon, author of Nourishing Traditions,

"Clearly something is very wrong, even though many Americans have been conscientious about following orthodox dietary advice. They take exercise seriously, many have stopped smoking, consumption of fresh vegetables has increased, many have reduced their intake of salt and a good portion of America has cut back on red meats and animal fats.

But none of these measures has made a dent in the ever-increasing toll of degenerative disease. We buy foods labeled lowfat, no cholesterol, reduced sodium, thinking they are good for us. Why then are we so sick?"

Good question.

Nutshell-- we've been sold a bill of goods by corporations making a LOT of money selling very expensive, low nutrient, dare I say, poisonous to the human body, "food." And it's a slow death to this nation, ourselves, our children and our children's children.

There is too much to share and talk about for one blog post but this is a start.

In the meantime, I hope and pray you will do some investigating to learn whether or not these things are true. At the end of this post will be some resource links. And I will be sharing more of our story-- both the past and as it unfolds-- when I participate in:

Fight Back Fridays

To investigate further please visit the Weston Price Foundation, The Food Renegade: The Basics, or click here for more information on Nourishing Traditions by Sally Fallon.

***But in all this remember it is only the Lord who is perfect and knows all things. Please research and read with a humble mind, listening ears and a discerning heart as to what the Lord would have you do with the information.

We, the Mishmash Family, are acting on what He has given us peace and confidence to do in this season of our life. This would have been a huge burden a few years ago instead of the blessing it is today. I share this information so that if there are those, whom God has prepared, to take a next step nutritionally speaking, you can see and know that it is good.

Let Him guide you. And let His peace rule your hearts.


Practically Speaking: Feed Your Face (edited)

Okay, after the Positively Smashing! post I should have known to do this right away.
So sorry!

Here are two of the recipes I use most often.

Gentle Cleanser/ Mask

1/2 C of oatmeal ( I run it through the food processor so it's fine)
enough plain yogurt to make a paste (about 1/2 C)

This will keep in the refrigerator for at least 7-10 days.

Smooth over face and either wash off immediately for a daily cleanser or let it sit until dry and gently scrub off to use as a weekly mask.

Follow with some organic coconut oil. Fabulous.

Personal Preference: I like to use Pavel's Russian Yogurt or The Greek Gods traditional yogurt. I have combination skin. If you have oily you might want to use low fat yogurt. I know lots of people that love Nancy's Yogurt. For whatever the reason, I don't prefer the smell of that yogurt.

For a really special treat try The Greek God's Honey yogurt or adding a little honey to your mixture. Awesome.

***Edited to add*** Kysha asked a very good question... why yogurt?

Here is a snippet and a link to more information as well as a few more recipes:

The lactic acid in yogurt soothes, softens and tightens the skin and refines the pores. Its high nutrient content and natural antibacterial and antifungal properties also get rid of germs and other bacteria. Click here for more info.

Whatever you use, please read your labels carefully. Your skin is an organ. Things pass through the skin into your body. It's why trans-dermal patches work.

The Frugal Woman's Microdermabrasion

***Please be very careful with how hard you rub and make sure you avoid the delicate areas around your eyes. This is very effective!***

Mix about a tablespoon of yogurt (see above) with about 1 Tablespoon of Baking Soda.

I mix this up as I need it so the baking soda is nice and bubbly.

Gently rub to exfoliate the skin, especially by the sides of your nose and don't forget your neck. Then let it dry on your face. It should feel tingly and a little, just a little, burny. Not unpleasant though.

Once it's dried wash it off with lukewarm water and then follow with as cold of water as you can get the tap. This will close up your pores. If you are feeling particularly ambitious, put an ice pack on your face for a few minutes and that will really close up your pores.

You may have to do this several times over a few weeks if your skin is very clogged. Don't worry that it doesn't all come clean at once. It didn't take a few hours to get clogged, you shouldn't expect it to take a few hours to be clean.

Again follow up with coconut oil to restore the pH balance and moisture.

For more recipes, you might want to check out Pioneer Thinking.

Hope that helps and please let us know if you have any recipes that you are willing to share!


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