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Healthy Eating for Toddlers

Wednesday on Facebook, I admitted the following:

How do you get your toddlers to eat vegetables? I dropped the ball with Joe and got lazy, leading with a poor example, and now he refuses to eat almost everything good for him.

My wonderful friends were kind enough to chime in with some fabulous, creative suggestions. I am sharing them here at Happymaking so that others may benefit from their experience as well. I will only use their first names for privacy reasons. I linked the bloggers' names to their blogs.

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• Amber: mix them into the food they already eat. there are a few "sneaky cook" recipe books. one is by seinfeld's wife. I think...


• Kelly: There are so many other ways to get kids to get their veggie intake. V8 fusion is awesome! They make so many flavors that its hard to pass up. Also, make eating the foods fun... if you can, cut them in their favorite shapes, mix them in with other foods they like....


• David: Armed coercion.


• Mike: I believe you have to start early to make it easy... don't introduce McDonald's to them till they can at least ask you to go there... and be a good example, and have the veggies around so they can snack on them. Baby carrots are a favorite at my house for veggies... And also don't forget about all the veggies you eat now... like probably in pizzas and in salsa and other Mexican foods for example.

My response: Amber, that is a good idea, I forgot about that technique. I do want to get Joe to get excited about some veggies though, without having to hide them. Is that possible? lol At least I am on a good start with Lily, she's just had breast milk and home cooked stuff. Joe does drink v-8 fusion and get a daily vitamin.
I should definitely try the fun shapes, thank you Kelly!
David, I'm feeling that. Water pistol warfare at the dinner table. Maybe I could squirt some liquified peas into his mouth.

• Niki: Dips are fun for kids too - give him a little bowl of ranch or something.


• David: The power of rice compels you! The power of rice compels you!

My response: Thank you Mike. I already screwed up on the McDonalds thing. I really dropped the ball with Joe after I had Lily. I need to get him back on track. I just worry about raw veggies as a choking hazard. I don't eat them myself for that reason. I LOVE the pizza idea, but Joe won't even eat pizza! Can you believe that? Dang, now I want some salsa and spinach enchiladas. Wonder if he would try that.

Niki, you're right. He does like condiments. Does your little one eat carrots and celery? I need to check at what age it's okay to do that. The guilt is consuming me, as it should.

David, LOL!!! You know, that kind of stuff might work! He does love drama.

• Niki: Audrey eats carrots. I think she's tried celery. Corn is her favorite. Green Giant has frozen veggies that are breaded and you bake them - I forget what they are called, but she will nibble on those too. Probably 'cause they look like a chicken nugget.


• Kelly: They are called corn nuggets..... at least the corn ones!!You have to capitalize on what he does like..... then invent from there. Have him help you make it, shop for it, get him involved in the entire process.....I also used a form of bribery.... when I went to the store, I would give my kids a set amount. If they spent a certain amount of healthy food, I would let them use their last dollar to buy whatever they wanted.


• David: Corn nuggets sound like shit. Not like they taste bad. Like a euphemism for shit. Don't feed that to children.


• Karen: Jourdan is two and sometimes he likes things and sometimes he does not. For the longest time he hated mac and cheese, now he loves my home made version and I can sneak pureed carrots in it or whatever. I found what helps him to be motivated is letting him "help" prepare something and now he has a drawer of his dishes so he can choose a plate to eat on. I make a homemade chicken noodle soup that I add some veggies to, this seems to help as well. Maybe you could get Joe a fun apron to help or let him choose his dish or stir something to motivate him. I'm really lucky Jourdan doesn't know about McDonalds yet, except when we share a soft serve. I agree with Kelly- the V8 does help too.


• Jeannee: There are a couple of books out on this, one by Jerry Seinfeld's wife - unfortunately I cannot remember her name!, but if you go to a good book store and say, "Yeah - that book Jerry Seinfeld's wife wrote, on getting your toddler to eat veggies --" that should do it!

My response: You have all been so helpful and inspiring. I'm feeling really encouraged by all of these great ideas. So much so that I'd like to share them in a blog post. I will only use your first names. If you don't want me to copy and paste your comments please let me know and I will leave yours out. (And no, I didn't ask the question to get you to answer for blog fodder. I really need help with this. I just think your answers will help other people as well cause y'all are so awesome.)

Niki & Kelly, those corn nuggets sound fantastic! (LOL David.) Of course it's all I can do to get Joe to eat a chicken nugget even.
Karen, you are right about that. My Mom is really good about having Joe cook with her. He loves it and he is more likely to eat if he was involved in the preparation. I don't like to cook though, so I usually just want to get it over with as fast as possible. I need to do it for him, though because it's so important.

• Mel: Gabe LOVES to dip. He dips cukes in ranch (and sometimes ketchup ick) and I let him. I'm also a huge casserole maker so there are veggies mixed into them and he usually eats them. Otherwise I don't give him another option, he won't starve himself.


• Bridgitte: by force!


• Kelly: True, only teenagers are truley stubborn enough to go to bed hungry!


• Rachel: Good question...I think it is a game of luck.


• Tami: Trader Joes has this fruit/veggi blend that is like a puree. Harrison loves it and it provides 2 servings I think...


• Brandon: Dip them in chocolate.


• Dawn: What's your goal? You COULD sneak in the veggies using purees and whatnot, if you're concerned about nutrition. But I bet you could also get him to learn to love veggies if you are persistent enough.My ideas in a nutshell...serve them at each meal, eat them yourself, try all kinds of varieties, try stir-fried/steamed/raw versions, provide low-fat/low-sugar dipping options, and try letting him help prepare them.


• Kate: We used flat-out bribery and torture: brought our daughter to Chuck E Cheese, sat her on the inside of the booth, and ordered a pizza with various veggies (at that point, she wouldn't even eat red sauce, much less things like olives and peppers and mushrooms, etc). Served her a slice, and with a big grin announced, "As soon as you're done, we'll ... Read Morego on the rides!"Not only did she snarf it right down, with enthusiasm, but it created a positive association with pizza in her little brain... and you can put darn near anything on pizza.
  
  

My response: The goal, Dawn, heart of my heart, is to get him to actually eat healthy food. I can introduce it, but I can't force it down his gullet. I don't want him to get it all by trickery, I want him to learn that veggies are good & okay to eat.

Kate, that's a good idea! lol But he won't eat pizza anymore!! He is so stubborn I know he'd prefer to leave Chuck E Cheese rather than give in.

I got some really good advice via email from my cousin Gina who has four wonderful kids - I'll share it in the blog post. We can do zis!!! :)

• Gina's email: Well since you asked… and this is a topic near and dear to my heart. Kids and food.
  I have seen more control struggles between parent and child on this issue than any other (Nope, not even potty training comes close!).
  
  I can offer some general meal advice that might help with the veggie thing – and you are already SO RIGHT when you acknowledged that setting the example is an important part of solving the problem. Family dinners are your best tool here.
  And no that does not mean cooking every single night (as if I ever did that) – but still trying to maintain that family dinner “setting” where you are all sitting down to the same meal (high chair pulled right up to the table with the rest of you).
  Even if you are all pulling up to the same meal at the coffee table in the family room or a fast food restaurant! Home cooked or take-out. WHATEVER.
  
  I think it helped that Butch and I never did the "kids meal" vs "adult meal" at our house. From the time the kids were past the baby food/allergy testing stage - we served the kids whatever we were eating (always making sure there was at least one thing I knew all of the kids liked, typically wheat rolls and butter).
  Yeah this is the part where you Heather, get to set the example of serving and eating a variety of healthy foods. OH GOODIE!!
  
  We steadily built their trust that if they TRIED a food and declared it “yucky” we would NEVER make them finish it. We'd just say – “Well maybe next time you try it you will like it. Mommy used to think macaroni and cheese was yucky too, but I kept trying a taste and then one day I liked it!”
  (Ummmmm, true story. My mom totally traumatized me as a child when she told me I HAD to hush up and eat my macaroni and cheese after I told her I didn’t like it (too rich for me). I subsequently threw up in it and had to sit there looking at it until she noticed. That one episode totally shaped my ENTIRE approach to food/meals as a Mother/Teacher. Thankfully my mom felt guilty and never put a plate of it in front of me again, but I personally didn’t eat mac and cheese again until I was well into in my 30’s!!)
  
  Sure there were PLENTY of nights that one P. kid or another would eat only rolls and butter – and as long as they had at least tried everything else – they could have seconds or even thirds on whatever they did like. And, they still heard lots of praise for TRYING everything. I’d toss them a Flintstones vitamin with a glass of milk and call it a day.
  
  We would not provide them the option of an alternate meal. We simply said “This is what’s for dinner tonight – try a taste of it all, eat the parts you like and leave the parts you don’t like on your plate. All very matter of fact and RELAXED. Of course I would preface with, “Mommy made us something for dinner that my Nana used to make me when I was little, I can’t wait for you to try it. I think it is super good! (or something like that).
  
  And, I always kept bananas in the house in case any of the kids were terribly starving before bedtime (did not typically happen). But I never did give them a connection between the two, for example by saying ‘You can have a banana later if you are hungry.” Because I suspected if I did, that at times they would have held out for that banana!
  
  When they were really little, still building their trust, I would say “I’ll try it first.” and then I’d pretend I didn’t like it (lots of giggles here from the kids) then I’d say “I don’t have to eat this now, I’ll try it again another day.” Then I say, “Your turn – do YOU like it?” Sometimes they actually DID like it. Other times it was BARELY a taste before they were gagging and saying “I don’t like it.” No matter – I just stayed chill and said if you don’t like it you don’t have to eat it (even though what I really wanted to say was “Oh give me a break you really didn’t even try it!!”)
  
  As they got older, we taught them to be discreet about what they didn’t like as a way to be respectful towards the efforts of the cook. Just try it, then push it aside and don’t make a big deal out of it.
  
  As for the problem of REPEAT yucky foods:
  For example, JT didn’t like green beans. Period. So whenever we had them for dinner he would take a very small “No thank-you helping” on his plate so that he could give them a taste to see if he had grown to like them yet. That way when he declared they were still not his thing, it wasn’t a big waste of food.
  (We called it a “no thank-you helping” as our way of trying something respectfully that we were pretty sure we would not like)
  “Well JT?” “Nope, I still don’t like them.” “Okay, take a drink of milk, swish out the green bean taste and try that yummy lasagna” (the one with the hidden zucchini inside of it – bah ha ha ha ha!).
  
  (and yes, JT did eventually grow to voluntarily eat them – still not his favorite veggie – but if that is all there is, he will load up on them)
  
  Oh yeah, and from the time they were between 2 and 3 years old, I let them serve themselves, as much as possible. I would let them spoon their own helpings onto their plates – which was especially important with the “no thank-you helpings”.
  
  Some meals I still used sippy cups, but for other times, I got a few small pitchers from the dollar store and used some small juice glasses for the kids (you know, the old school little jelly jar type with the small circumference. Perfect for little hands to get around). I would put a SMALL amount of milk in the pitcher and let them pour it themselves.
  
  I promise Heather, times a few hundred toddlers, that a child this age CAN pour their own drink and drink it without a spout – just keep a towel handy and use small amounts of liquid. If they spilled they had to get the towel and clean it up. Again, no stress just “Ooops, you need to go get the towel and clean that up.” Two spills at one meal and they were all done with that beverage (because once JT and Drew figured out that spills were such fun).
  
  I also did “sneak” veggies into meals SEVERAL times a week because I actually DID want them to ingest veggies while we were going thru the trust building “you don’t have to eat it stage”.
  Zucchini chopped fine and put into lasagna. Spinach in the lasagna too.
  “Magic” yummy cheese sprinkles on the broccoli and cauliflower.
  You know stuff like that.
  Google “hiding veggies from kids” – so many great ideas!
  
  Also, we’d have salad with just about every dinner, even with other veggies. I let them pick out whatever they didn’t like from the salad (tomatoes!) and let them pick their own dressing (ranch being a favorite, followed closely by Italian).
  
  Also you could ask them “How do you think we could make these green beans taste like something you might like?” (That’s how I found out Drew would eat them if he could have a puddle of ketchup to dip them in!)
  As they get older, letting them help prepare and cook the meals helps towards this end.
  
  So, I only have my four kids as an example – but once the trust was there – my kids would try absolutely ANYTHING. There were many things over the years they didn’t like, but they kept on trying and usually they did grow to like them (and some things they just never did care for, but to this day, they are open to trying it again).
  
  I’d say that by the time they were 5 years old they would eat a variety of foods most 5 year olds wouldn’t touch.
  By 10 – people were astounded by what my kids were willing to try – and also eat!
  
  So it’s not just about veggies – it’s about variety! And a willingness to experience new foods – or the same foods cooked different ways.
  Just remember that if we go to a restaurant for dinner and order something we have never had, try it, and find it not to our liking – we are FREE from having to eat it. Do that for your kids and the world will be their oyster on a half shell!
  Which by the way – Rachel just tried those when we took our Route 1 trip this summer – she likes them with a bit of cocktail sauce and a saltine! Me, I tried them (again) even though in the past I have not cared for them – and guess what, I still don’t care for them. Maybe next time.

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Thank you so much to all of my wonderful friends for sharing your experience so that all of our kiddos may be healthier and happier. :)

Joe the "Artist"

Usually when our two year old son Joseph awakens before me he comes into our bedroom and gently rouses me in the subtle, patient manner of a two year old. But he doesn't do this every time, apparently. I just uploaded a batch of photos to my computer and was treated to an unexpected grouping that consisted of mostly pure black shots and a few curious spectacles.

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[caption id="attachment_1173" align="alignnone" width="300" caption="Cue the Jaws theme as Joe approaches our bedroom..."][/caption]

[caption id="attachment_1176" align="alignnone" width="225" caption="Oh dear God, is this me? Please tell me that's not me..."][/caption]

[caption id="attachment_1175" align="alignnone" width="225" caption="Whew! Okay, it appears to be Joe's foot. Much less creepy than a sleeping Heather shot. I have no clue how he did this since our camera requires a half-depression of the button to get the shot into focus before snapping the shot."][/caption]

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In other news...

[caption id="attachment_1177" align="alignnone" width="300" caption="Joe got really good at washing his hands."][/caption]

[caption id="attachment_1178" align="alignnone" width="300" caption="Dennis took this shot of Lily sleeping like a baby."][/caption]

[caption id="attachment_1179" align="alignnone" width="225" caption="Two seconds after this Lily stood up, causing me to fling the camera across the room onto the bed and spring towards her. Thankfully I got hold of myself (in spite of myself) before scaring the snap out of her and causing her to fall."][/caption]

Happy Hump Day. All you fly mothers, get on out there and dance. Dance I said, DANCE! :D

NaNoWriMo

"Not knowing when the dawn will come I open every door."
~ Emily Dickinson

We're closing in on November, better known to those of my ilk as "National Novel Writing Month" or NaNoWriMo.

Taken from "What is NaNoWriMo?":

National Novel Writing Month is a fun, seat-of-your-pants approach to novel writing. Participants begin writing November 1. The goal is to write a 175-page (50,000-word) novel by midnight, November 30.

From what I gather, NaNaWriMo is a virtual Woodstock for budding novelists. Although I tend towards wanting to work on my own, even the lone wolf in me is getting swept up in the nervous energy abuzz as many of my friends prepare to embark on this journey.

Some are seeking adventure.
Some are seeking knowledge.
Some want to shit or get off of the pot.
Some want to know if they have it in them.
Some want to accomplish this so they can believe in themselves again.
Some are participating because they want to be a part of something larger than themselves.

I will be participating for all of those reasons.

I did not make the decision to participate lightly. I've let myself down too many times in my lifetime to take this plunge as an innocent. I have struggled in recent years to scrape and crawl my way out of the garbage heap that is the result of the accumulation of my broken promises to myself. As of late, instead of setting myself up to fail, I've been positioning myself for success. I've been taking baby steps. Completing projects. Doing the right thing for the right person at the right time.

And to be honest, I don't want to spend any more time at the bottom of that trash heap. I don't belong there.

But we're talking about writing six pages per day, every day, for thirty days. Yes, it's expected to be and allowed to be pure crap, but I'm a self-loathing perfectionist by nature. I only hope I will allow myself to plod towards the prize at a winning and sustainable pace instead of nailing myself to a tree at each crossroads, every hesitation and second guess.

And this isn't just writing, it's fiction writing. I don't know if I have a storyteller in me. I can relate ideas and feelings as is natural to me, but I don't know if I've spent enough time on right-brain activities to stoke my long-dormant imagination into a panting, at-the-ready state.

No, I'm not ready for this. Not at all.

And I don't know how to write a novel. How the heck does one write a novel? I will just have to have faith that it is possible to learn in the doing. This is the way I learn best. I need to trust that this intensive immersion approach will suit me and that the impending opening of my mind will allow light to be cast on the doubts and unknowns that have kept me in the shadows with them for decades.

But what of my blog? Certainly I won't have time to blog as well. What happens to my blog during that month? My refuge? And will you, a valued reader and participator in my journey, finally make like a tree and leave?

I hope you will stick with me and stand by my side during the month of November. Your encouragement and good wishes will be like mana for what will surely become my increasingly neurotic sensibilities. I will post when I can, although my offerings may be in the form of a simple photograph to depict my state of mind, or a link to something silly I came across that I thought you might like.

This week I must attend to the nasty business of plotting my novel and losing sleep in the process. No premise thus devised in these late night brainstorming sessions appeals to me as a worthy contender, an interesting enough platform upon which to entertain what I hope will be my future readers.

But I will come up with something. I will. I'm going to do this, dammit. I will break the tape.

Image Source: James Jordan's Flickr

Creative inspiration takes flight at the Kephart compound

The other day the kids and I were playing with those funky little comb toys that stick together (I know, I know, my son will grow up thinking everything is called "that thing" "the stuff" or "that whatchamacallit over there by the deal") and I thought, "Why not make this an educational moment?" Yes, Gina, I realize that pretty much all moments are educational moments, but I mean like a REALLY educational moment that involves like, LETTERS and stuff like that for the improvement of the stuff in that thing. (The brain.)
So I thought, "Why not start out with a 'J' and teach Joe how to spell his name?" I poked my tongue out and, with the intense focus of a surgeon, after a mere fifteen minutes I had managed to craft a semblance of a "J" impressive enough to be called "a-h-rt". Damn, I'm good.

[caption id="attachment_1093" align="alignnone" width="300" caption="Backwards J"][/caption]

But hmm, something seems wrong here. Joe said, "Ohh, a J...", so I could tell his toddler brain was soaking up the lesson. A-ha! I've got it! I think "J" 's are supposed to face the other way! More like this...

[caption id="attachment_1096" align="alignnone" width="199" caption="The Letter J"][/caption]

There, that's better. :-D (As you can see, Miss Lily is oh-so-impressed by her Mommy's teaching abilities.) And while we're at it why not strategically place one more little plastic comb thingy dealmabob on the long part of the stuff and really hit this "J" thing out of the ballpark?!?

[caption id="attachment_1098" align="alignnone" width="199" caption="Capital J Alphabet Toys"][/caption]

Perfect! Joe and Lily were really impressed as well.

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Emboldened by my giant leap forward in the field of educational play, yesterday I decided to further enrich my childrens' lives with some holiday crafting fun in the form of rice art.

What you will need:
Construction Paper
Elmer's Glue
Rice (the cheaper the better!)

Here's the idea. Whip out a sheet of construction paper. Feel proud that you remembered to purchase construction paper the other day to have on hand for these brilliant bursts of creative recollection*. (*I can't say inspiration as I saw this technique demonstrated while web surfing the other day.) Whip out your glue and draw something.

In spirit of the upcoming Halloween holiday I chose to draw a spiderweb, although I find spiders to be vile, venemous little freaks of nature.

[caption id="attachment_1100" align="alignnone" width="300" caption="Halloween Kid Crafts Spiderweb"][/caption]

Yes, I realize spiderwebs are not square. Err... I realize that now. Work with me here. Then gently place rice on your drawing, covering all of the glue. I mean just blanket that sucker. Overdo it. This is where a lot of the fun is!

[caption id="attachment_1101" align="alignnone" width="300" caption="Halloween Craft Rice Art"][/caption]

At this point, take a moment to sprinkle rice upon your child's noggin in the manner of gentle rain. Wonder if you should feel guilty about this, then shake it off and move on.

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Gently pick up the construction paper and dump the excess rice back into your rice container, and viola! Rice art!

[caption id="attachment_1104" align="alignnone" width="300" caption="Halloween Kids Craft Spiderweb"][/caption]

Joe & Lily had fun with their own creations. :)

[caption id="attachment_1105" align="alignnone" width="300" caption="Joe the craft kid"][/caption]

[caption id="attachment_1106" align="alignnone" width="225" caption="Joe rice art"][/caption]

[caption id="attachment_1107" align="alignnone" width="300" caption="Lily baby crafting"][/caption]

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Later in the day Joe had a little burst of creative inspiration of his own. We left him in the bathroom to bask in the afterglow of pooping on the big boy toilet (YAY!!!), but I soon realized that it had grown quiet, too quiet, in there. I opened the door and...

[caption id="attachment_1108" align="alignnone" width="225" caption="Joe's panty liner art"][/caption]

[caption id="attachment_1109" align="alignnone" width="225" caption="Joe's panty liner exhibit"][/caption]

There are but a few moments in my life that have driven me to stunned silence. This was one of them.

Happy Friday! Wishing you a great weekend! Huggles, Heather xo

Writing Down the Bones

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Did you ever put a jingle on a jangle?

How about a dingle on a dangle?

On the advice of Natalie Goldberg's Writing Down the Bones, and other writing books through which I am currently skimming, I perform a daily writing exercise that involves me grabbing a notebook and a pen, sitting down, preferably with earplugs in, and writing for as long as I can without allowing the pen to stop.

Usually, after I get past two or three pages of "this is stupid and not helpful" and "I just heard Lily in the other room" type of stuff, I enter a dreamlike state wherein I am writing about what I am seeing inside of my mind.  I am a burst of light flowing onward, describing what I encounter on my fluid path of energy.

Not well. Not poetically. And as I go on my handwriting becomes increasingly illegible. It's all very relaxing, but today I find myself wondering... is this actually helping me to become a better writer? I don't produce any usable material during these exercises.

Sometimes I "snap to" upon penning a moderately interesting sentence and desperately try to steer it into becoming a poem of some satisfying consequence, all the while aware that my pen mustn't halt. Unfortunately, my sanguine expectations are always for naught and the afterbirth of my efforts appears childlike with brief, clipped, simplistic verses that are often ugly in nature, and impugn my present peace of mind.

Do any of you participate in writing exercises of this sort, or any that you have found to be particularly helpful with regards to producing quality publishable material?

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Fuzzmail sheds light on what is hidden

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I sent Fuzzmail to you via Happymaking this morning. Are you quivering in anticipation? Frothing at the mouth? Couldn't care less? You may view it by clicking the following link:  Heather's Fuzzmail to Happymaking.

Fuzzmail is an internet toy that harbors vast potential for addiction! Here's an excerpt from Fuzzmail dot org:

WHAT IS FUZZMAIL? Fuzzmail records the act of writing and lets you send it as an email. Dynamic changes, typoes, pauses and writeovers are captured and communicated. We created fuzzmail because we wanted a more emotionally expressive alternative to email, so that an emailed love letter does not have to look the same as a business letter.

I implore each and every one of you to send Fuzzmail to a friend or colleague today. It's a riot! If you create one, please include the link in your comment so we can all have a good laugh at your expense with you. If you are shy, you may send a private Fuzzmail to me at makethehappy at gmail dot com. :)

Wordle Up!

I learned about Wordles from Anne of Anne on Life's post Weekend Wordles – Food for the Body & Soul. Thanks for posting about that Anne, because now I'm hooked! I'm about to go blind.

Y'all should check it out for yourself. It's a ton of fun.

From Wordle.com: "Wordle is a toy for generating “word clouds” from text that you provide. The clouds give greater prominence to words that appear more frequently in the source text."

You can enter words, a web address or RSS Feed, and click submit and then "randomize" to watch the magic for yourself.

Here are a couple I generated based on this blog. Enjoy!

Jannie Funster did a girl a solid!

I received a notice from the post office the other day advising me that my six month PO Box subscription was due to expire 10/31 and to get my butt down there and fork over some cash or surrender my key under penalty of postal workers going postal.

Since I hadn't visited my PO Box for well over two months, you can imagine my surprise when, upon tossing a massive mound of supermarket flyers into the trash, and just in the nick of time, the telltale glint of postcard gloss hit my eye.

I reached out and grabbed my treasure a nanosecond before it came in contact with trash and thank goodness because, and I'm not sure about this, it may or may not be a Federal Offense to dig mail out of an official Post Office trash can.

Thank the sweet Lord above, I am glad I did because it was nothing less than a post card from the "honey of funny" otherwise known as Jannie Funster! Thank you, girl! It was a rare treat. I appreciate you taking the time. For those of you poor souls unacquainted with Jannie Funster, you are in for a rare treat if you check out her blog. She's a singer/songwriter, mom, lover (not mine), poet and humorist of the finest calibre.

Here's the card. Thanks again, Jannie! xo


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(Word has it she hides in the bushes and waits for snowbirds to show up, then dashes naked across the beach shouting, "I have no Jannie Bannanies today!")

Imagination

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I don't want to live in a world where Vampires aren't sexy.

Similarly, I want my sharks to be toothless and coy, my grizzlies loyal and cuddly. Is that so much to ask?

I'm discovering that it is possible to craft the world of my dreams that I may live there for hours, if not days at a time. The imagination, which thrives in our youth and gets tamped down in adolescence and beyond, is as important to our well-being as the pragmatic.

Our imaginations are Atlantis, a nearly inaccessible world just as real and valid as the empirical one, teeming with life just below the placid surface of our collective consciousness - below anxiety, hunger, duty and call to survival.

Our imaginations, more on par with the call of the wild, are teases. They reveal their existence only sporadically, and their fruit if sampled makes us maddeningly happy, spurring us to acknowledge their significance, battle our gatekeepers into submission, and take the plunge.

Change

What is the formula for perceiving change?

My children grow a little bit every day, but I don't notice it. Then one day I  stumble backwards upon realizing that I can no longer yank Lily's size twelve month bloomers over her diapered butt.

When I diet I am losing a bit of weight each day, but nobody sees it. Then one glorious day people look at me and really see me and say things like, "Wow, are you working out?", "Is that a mirror in your pocket? Because I can really see myself in your pants?", and "Have you lost weight?"

It's more likely that people are noticing my increasing fatness, but I chose (dangit!) to go the positive route and focus on ancient history and my memories of weight loss.

One day I looked in the mirror and realized I was middle-aged. When did that happen?

What is the secret formula?

X amount of change = Y where Y= it becoming apparent to the naked eye?

I want to take the mystery out of it so I can pad myself properly in anticipation of the big moment.

A whale of a greeting

Does Motherhood Make Us Bossy?

I've never been bossy.

I can distinctly remember several times when, as a girl, my Mom took one playmate or another aside and lectured her about bossing me around. Nobody's Mom ever took me aside and gave me the bossy girl lecture. In retrospect my Mom has mentioned quite a few times that she wishes she'd let me handle my own problems more often as a child, but that's another issue. (There are many, many issues.)

I've always been a sidekick, an appendage.

Until I became a Mother.

I don't know what did it. It could have been the complete exhaustion. Or the full arms. Or the ever-present current of panic and drama tinged with love and responsibility. All the forces of nature came at me in just the right quantities and suddenly I was *gasp* asking for help. (Can you believe that? I know, it's so unlike me.)

I was pointing, pleading, prodding. Phrases like "Honey, can you grab me a towel?" were reverberating off of my lips in such an inexcusably smooth manner that I began to wonder what sort of monster I'd have turned out to be had I birthed my first child at a sensibly young age.

The other day when my stepson Brian was over I asked my husband if he wouldn't be more comfortable in a pair of shorts and held them up for his consideration. He retaliated with, "You're not the boss of me, Devil Woman!" and a sideways conspiratorial grin at Brian.

Have I taken things too far?

I don't want to become like Kate Gosselin who publicly berated her imbecilic husband Jon (Why not John? But that's another issue.) on a routine basis. I refuse to give in to the temptation to martyr myself, and then lash out at my husband for not anticipating and undertaking what I needed him to be doing at the exact second and in the manner I thought best.

I say "Please?" a lot. And "Would you mind...", "Since you're over there, do you think you can...". I wince. I overcompensate.

Men have no clue what help we want and need. Yes, to us it seems flagrantly obvious, but to our guys it would be insulting for them to insinuate us to that we don't have things perfectly in hand. Or they've attempted to anticipate our needs and crashed and burned so many times that they're afraid to even try anymore. Or perhaps they're just as exhausted as we are. Or feeling lazy that day.

Should any Dads be reading this, please know that we won't be insulted, and we think it's refreshingly cute when you try to help but miss the mark. We catalog. We remember. We appreciate. We understand . We love.

And we know that you do too. ♥

Mud soup

Last week was surreal.

When I set up a Wordpress blog I enter a trance that numbs my brain. Since accidentally deleting my old Wordpress blog twice, I've developed a healthy respect for Wordpress and its potential for inflicting cruelties. Hence, when I am in a Wordpress trance the world and its inhabitants dance around me as though in another dimension. It's frightening, actually, as I am a Mother and my children deserve and demand my undivided attention. Not to mention my Facebook friends. ;-)

But it's over. It's well and truly over.

I've missed writing. I haven't been able to think creatively as the Wordpress trance shifts my brain into left gear, and blocks off access to right gear, which is where I want and need to be.

My trusty and merciful Kodak camera helped me to capture some of the nuttiness dancing around me last week. Naturally, I couldn't wait to share it with you. :-D

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Joe has taken to clearing off the middle shelf of our pantry and climbing in. He shouts, "I'm safe! I'm safe!", which of course has me in a panic, wondering when and where and if he hasn't felt safe. Please note the Joe's O's. I found those at Trader Joe's. You should have seen me running around the store like an idiot grabbing every item labeled "Joe's". I was in a froth. I thought, "What a wonderful coincidence. Joe is going to love these." It wasn't until in the checkout like that I realized the connection between Trader Joe's and "Joe's".

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Lily 1.5 seconds before putting the smack down on her unsuspecting and doting brother. Joe was in "I'm the baby" mode. Apparently Lily wanted to be the baby that day. "Get out of my playpen, cretin!"

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Here is Miss Lilypie modeling a top I crocheted for her. I started this project about six months ago. After finally getting around to completing it last week, I was dismayed to discover that it barely fits her! Sigh. I'm going to have to get creative and turn it into a dress, kulats or Hammer Pants.

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While I was slithering around Lily on my belly trying to get a shot of her new top Joe was busying himself by littering the contents of her green laundry tub about the room. He finally had enough of the Lily photo snapping and put the tub over both of us. Yes, that's my big, fat freakazoid lip. Joe has a look of "Mission accomplished!"

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Lily admiring her precious little reflection in the mirror while I wonder if I'm going to be able to put the last two buttons on her top, or if that will render it uncomfortably tight.

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Joe and Lily amusing themselves in Lily's shoe and hat drawers. I was amazed and pleased to discover that the purple hat, a gift from Lily's Grandma, still fits her.

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I walked out front one day to find Grandma and Joe and Lily making mud soup. I was instantly transported back to the era of my youth. Oh, how I loved all things mud! I got a little carried away and brought out a massive bag of crutons to add to the soup which turned out to be a less than inspired decision ant-wise.
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Mmm... you know you want some!

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I made this hat a while back just to see if I could crochet a spiral pattern. I was trying it on Lily when Joe suddenly developed an interest in it. He walked around the house like that for about half an hour, inspiring me to videotape him. I'll refrain from publishing said video in to help stave off future teasing from guyville.

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All's well that ends watermelon. :)

Converting Blogger Blog to Custom Domain

Image by Nick Lawes via Flickr

Unless any of you can give me a compelling reason not to, I've decided to bite the bullet and combine my blogs. The idea is to convert Happymaking (http://happy-making.blogspot.com) into my custom domain (http://heatherkephart.com).

My blog will still be called "Happymaking". It will simply live at a new address that bears my name. The posts that currently exist at Textual Medium will (better!) remain. From what I understand there will be a re-direct, and I can transfer my RSS feeds so the move should have little impact.

Is this a really bad idea? Please tell me if it is. I don't want to alienate my beloved readers, or screw up my feeds and followers. I just don't have the time to run two blogs right now. Thank you. :)

Converting Blogger Blog to Custom Domain

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Unless any of you can give me a compelling reason not to, I've decided to bite the bullet and combine my blogs. The idea is to convert Happymaking (http://happy-making.blogspot.com) into my custom domain (http://heatherkephart.com).

My blog will still be called "Happymaking". It will simply live at a new address that bears my name. The posts that currently exist at Textual Medium will (better!) remain. From what I understand there will be a re-direct, and I can transfer my RSS feeds so the move should have little impact.

Is this a really bad idea? Please tell me if it is. I don't want to alienate my beloved readers, or screw up my feeds and followers. I just don't have the time to run two blogs right now. Thank you. :)

Sunday morning brain freeze

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I can't write anymore.

Don't you hate it when you wake up before your brain does?

Brump Brump Brump Brump.

Perhaps I will look at some Avon stuff. I am almost out of bubble bath for the kids.

Brump Brump Brump. 

Maybe I should crochet some granny squares and sew them into the shape of underwear and market them as granny panties. But with all those holes they would hardly be practical. Or stretchy. Nobody wants to see a woman with granny panties around her ankles by the water cooler at work.

*Suckles pinky finger*

Or I could eat.

Oh no, I hear Dennis in the other room firmly asking Joe to, "Give me that!" I wonder what he's got? Sharpie? Disposable razor? Blow torch? Hmmm...

*Inspects fingernails*

I really need to clip them. Why do fingernails grow at different paces? The nail on my ring finger is shorter than the nail on my middle finger. I wonder if it's designed that way for a reason?

*Stretches and almost locks up back*

I want that Touch N Brush. That's a good idea. But it's $19.99 and I can expect to wait 2-6 weeks for delivery. Two to SIX weeks? Quite a spread. What's that all about? I wish I could say, "Your dinner will be ready in two to six hours."

*Picks at lip*

Perhaps I will hang some pictures today. I keep putting it off because I can't locate a laser picture hanging helper device like ever. Where do they go? We only have like fifty of them.

*Publishes post*