Brothers: April 2013

Hanging out in their fort.   

Engaged in a very intense game of Risk.   

Soren thanking Liam for being the one who got into trouble this time.  

Bed time with Daddy.  

Armored wrestling.  

Precious!  

Soren Update: April 2013

One night for Family Home Evening we were playing a game about safety.  I had Abe, Liam, and Soren line up on the edge of the rug and explained that I would ask them each a question about safety.  If they answered the question correctly, they would be able to take a step forward.  If they answered the question incorrectly, they would have to take a step back.  The first one to make it to the other side of the rug would be the winner.

I started with Daddy.  "You're playing in the neighborhood when you look up and realize you don't recognize any of the houses.  You don't know how to get back to your house.  What do you do?"

"Call someone on my cell phone," answered Daddy.

So we had a little discussion about what a child would do in said circumstances, and I moved on to Liam.

"Liam, I said.  What is your full name?"

"Four!" he answered confidently.

So we had a little discussion about that.

Then it was Soren's turn.

"Soren, you find a power strip and use it to plug in as many electrical devices as you possibly can.  Is that safe?  Or unsafe?"

Soren burst into tears and ran out of the room.

I followed the sound of the slamming bedroom door and found Soren sprawled out on a mattress, covered in a blanket, sobbing and moaning.  "I'm never going to win!" he shouted.  "I hate this stupid game!"

I realized immediately that he thought that because the scenario I had given him was an unsafe scenario, it meant he would have to take a step back.  It took a lot of fast talking, but I was finally able to persuade him to return to the game, answer the question correctly, and take a step forward.

And that scenario pretty much sums up our family.

Soren read a whole story all by himself!  Here, he's reading it to Grandma.  

My mother was delighted when Soren sat down with her one day to tell her all about his previous night's dream.  She, in turn, told him about her dream and they had a lovely conversation.  "It was the cutest thing!  He's just becoming a real person!" she said. 

  At our house, we party in our underpants.  

Soren lost his first tooth!  Bottom left, from his perspective.  I noticed it was missing while he was having a bath one morning and was horrified that he had lost a tooth and no one had told me.  Turns out he swallowed it while eating an apple.  The tooth fairy couldn't come and take a swallowed tooth, so I just gave him a dollar as a congratulations.  This was about as normal a lost-tooth-displaying pose as I could persuade him to strike.  

Decorating Easter eggs. 

Being his usual vivacious self.  

At some point during the last couple of months, Soren decided to throw both his box fan and his tower fan out his second-story window.  I no longer remember the circumstances behind said throwing, but I think he did it when he was mad about having to go to his room for some infraction or another.  We didn't discover the thrown fans until bedtime, when I went to turn one on for some white noise.  Let's just say that was a less-pleasant bedtime.

Soren does this obscene dance move that involves sticking his rear end out and spanking it repeatedly.  I've told him he probably shouldn't do this move at school.  I swear he did not learn it from me.

One night as I was tucking Soren into bed, he told me, "I can't decide if I love you.  Sometimes I love you and sometimes I don't."  I told him I was pretty sure he always loved me but sometimes he didn't like me and sometimes he did.  "That's how I feel about you!" I told him.

One evening when I was cooking dinner, I sliced off a slice of cheese for Soren with the same knife I had used to chop up a jalapeno.  He thought the "spicy cheese" was FABULOUS and borrowed part of a sliced jalapeno, rubbing it on everything he ate for the rest of the evening.  He informed me that he really wanted a jalapeno for his next birthday.

Soren and I were talking about the kids in his kindergarten class (I volunteer in his classroom for an hour twice a month).  I said, "Do you know who I just love?"  and he asked, "Who?"  "Raina!" I said.  "Ohhhhh!  Me too!" he said, girlfriend-style.  "She's so sweet!"

Soren told me one night that Daddy had told him they didn't have school on Friday because the teachers needed a break from the kids.  "But that's not true!" he said.  "I know Mrs. Hayes loves me."

Soren thinks it's hilarious to say "Ibegofyou!" when asking for something.  I thought it was funny too....the first 90 times.

For Christmas we gave Soren a kid camera.  That was the best fifty bucks we ever spent.  He spends so much time with that thing...taking pictures, making videos, recording audio, and playing the little games programmed onto it.

During prayers, Soren frequently blesses "the multiverse-- and ALL the multiverses."

One day Soren sat down with Liam and drew several pictures.  Then he pointed at each picture and asked Liam what it was.  At the end of this session, he said, "You may go.  Thank you for testing!"

One day I came home from work to discover that Liam's fingernails had been painted, his hair had been very unevenly trimmed, and he smelled like hairspray.  Soren told me he'd been trying to make him look handsome.  

Our three-year-old neighbor girl, whom Soren calls "Ackdonald" (her name is Aidaneh), came over one day and built something out of the boys' cardboard bricks.  She told Soren she had a surprise for him and brought him into the room to show him.  He was soooo sweet.  "Wow Ackdonald!" he said.  "I like how you made this!  This is the best surprise in the whole world ever!"

Soren came home from school one day while Liam and I were out walking.  He was only alone for a few minutes, but he totally took charge of the situation.  He found my phone, then dug through a drawer full of papers to find one with his address and my phone number, and tried to call me.  He got a busy signal both times.  When I finally walked in, he demanded to know who I'd been talking to that whole time.

For Valentine's day I gave each of the boys a small heart-shaped box of chocolates.  Soren hurried and ate his dinner, then snuck off to his room to eat his Valentines where Liam wouldn't see him.  He bit into one and then came running into the kitchen, "Oh, Mommy!  These are so good!  They're like crushed-up skittles wrapped in chocolate!"  He rhapsodized similarly for each candy.    

Speaking of Valentine's day, I should remark here that Abe and the boys were very good to me for V day this year.  They cleaned up the house, bought me flowers, and cooked dinner.  When I walked in from work the boys popped out from behind a chair and shouted, "surprise!"  Best surprise in the whole world ever!

While reading about the original Passover in our illustrated Bible stories book, Soren remarked that he thought it was a little strange that Jesus would just kill all those people.  "I agree," I told him.  "It seems weird to me too.  I don't really understand it."  Soren thought for a while and then smiled.  "I know!" he said.  "After the Pharaoh lets the Israelites go, he'll resurrect all of the sons!"  That would be the fair thing to do.  Hope that's what God did.

Soren never, ever, ever lets my life get boring.  What would I ever do without him?  Sure love that kid.

Liam Update: April 2013

Last week I read an article about preparing your family for General Conference.  It described several families with young children who had established families traditions to help their children enjoy conference and begin at an early age to listen to the words of the prophet and apostles.  "That's what I want for my family!" I said.  "We can do those things!"  So I began prepping the kids for Conference, telling them how wonderful it would be.  I removed the centerfold picture of all the general authorities from the most recent conference Ensign so they could try to pick out the speakers.  I borrowed some candy from Briar to use as rewards for the kids' hearing key words like "prayer" or "temple."  Conference time finally came.  I will spare you the gory details, but let's just say that our general conference didn't go like the Ensign article's general conference.  Let's just say that the first session culminated with Soren declaring venomously that he didn't care about "the stupid President Monson," he cared about jelly beans.    Let's just say that Mommy's energy drained from her body and she ended up curled on the couch in the fetal position while the boys hunched over the bowl of jelly beans like couple of predators with a fresh kill.

I completely changed my game plan for the afternoon session.  I decided to clean up the kitchen and cook a nice dinner while the children played a computer game.  I got a lot more out of the second session.  But then no one would eat the nice dinner.  Not even Abe.

So I retreated to the basement, where I deteriorated into a hysterical ball of tears and giggling.  Abe sat at my feet, patting my legs and wondering if maybe I didn't have PMS.  Finally, Liam heard the commotion and made his way very carefully down the stairs.  Standing in the doorway, he looked in with grave concern on his face.  "Mommy crying?"  he asked.  "Mommy sad?"   "Oh, it's okay, sweetie," I told him, trying to look happy.  He broke into a sunshine smile and toddled over to the couch, climbing up and snuggling with me.  "Okay, Mommy," he said, all sparkly eyes and rosy cheeks.  He gave me a great big hug and a kiss and all my frustrations melted away.  I'm so grateful for our little angel.

Last month Liam started attending the special education preschool offered by the school district.  They did some testing on him and were like, "Oh!  Hey!  This four-year-old is more like a two-and-a-half-year-old!  He could probably benefit from some special education!"  And so off he goes, for two hours a day, two hours a week, which seems to me to be just about right.

Here he is on his very first day of school:

About to leave!

Here in the classroom!  

(Soren is behind Liam in both pictures because I couldn't get Liam to stop rocking back and forth between his feet, so Soren volunteered to hold him in place for me.  Also, the very bad haircut is a buzz cut that resulted from a very-close-to-the-scalp-in-places haircut that Soren gave him.)

....and this was his very first bus ride!  He panicked for just a moment when I started to walk away, but then calmed down and looked out the window.  "Bye Daddy!" he said, waving at Abe.

He's only been able to go to school a handful of times, due to Parent/Teacher Conference and Spring Break, and he can't really tell me much about what's going on or how he feels about it, which causes me a little anxiety.  However, Briar texted me one day to say that when he got off the bus one day,  he marched up the steps into the house excitedly, shouting to me about how his day was.  I asked her what he was saying and she responded, "Well, it was something like, 'Mommy!  Hwwgwf!  Jfeddh!  And so on.'"  But it seemed to be positive, so I took that to be a good sign.

Eating a bowl of "pillow cereal" (frosted mini wheats.)  

Ready for a fiesta. 

Wearing Mommy's makeup.  

Pretending that he, too, has lost a tooth (Soren lost his first tooth!) 

"Wootch dis, Mommy!"  He likes to have his remote control truck do flips off the couch.  

Just being adorable.  

Helping me crisp some chickpeas.  

Dyeing Easter eggs.  

Some other notes:

One week someone had just begun to say the closing prayer in Relief Society when Liam came bursting through the front door. He spotted me immediately and rushed over, face glowing, chubby hands clutching the birthday gift he had received in Primary that day.  "Bertday!"  he shouted, oblivious to the setting.  My friend Shacone leaned over and remarked, "I think that's the cutest thing I've ever seen!"  Agreed.

Liam has periodic bursts of runny stools that will sometimes last for weeks.  They come and go and are never tied to any other symptoms, so we've always just kind of waved them off as being a kid thing.  A month or so ago, however, we decided it might be best to have him tested for allergies and a possible gluten sensitivity (Abe's mother and a couple of his siblings have Celiac disease).  So we went to the doctor and they had to do a blood draw.  Liam was an absolute dream during the whole procedure.  He lay very quietly and very still on the soft exam table.  He didn't cry at all when they poked him.  He waited patiently while they filled three little vials with his blood.  He just seemed so meek and humble and submissive.  It both warmed and broke my heart.

One night during family prayers, Soren was saying the prayer.  He was going through the usual litany of family members, blessing Mommy and Daddy and Soren and Liam and Briar and Mice Mice, but while he was listing people, Liam kept whispering a prompt to him: "Clee! Clee!"  He wanted to make sure that Soren blessed their Auntie Collette.

At dinner I very gracefully managed to cut my thumb on a serrated knife.  Liam made sure to kiss my owie better.  Thrice.

Liam loves a toy guitar that Soren received for his birthday.  It doesn't make a very musical noise, but he'll sit and strum it while I sing songs.  One day I heard him sitting alone in his room, strumming and singing by himself.

Liam's version of striking up a conversation goes like this:  "Uh, Mommy?"  "Yes?"  "Uh, cars, a trucks, a air-panes, a cookies, and nuffing."  He will repeat this statement (and similar ones) ad nauseum until you repeat it back in acknowledgment.

When Liam doesn't get his way, he'll often hang his head in sad disappointment and walk slowly to his bedroom.  One day when I told him "no" he lay down on the floor and rested his head on his hands.  Pretty adorable.

Liam's favorite thing in all the world is to be chased around.  At home it's a fun game, but he particularly enjoys running away from me in public settings, giggling wildly. Church, parking lots, stores...it's all fair game.

His second favorite thing in the world is covering his eyes while I wonder aloud where my little boy has gone.  He'll uncover his face with an "air-ee-is!" and laugh at my surprise that he was right there the whole time.  He will play either of these games on continuous repeat for as long as someone is willing to participate.

Liam is shockingly good at hitting a regular-sized baseball with a regular-sized bat.

Liam is never thirsty; he is, however, often "hungry for water."

I love this child!

Liam is FOUR

 Abe made these hang-from-the-ceiling decorations at my request.  I thought they were quite darling.  He said he thought they looked like we had hung pieces of garbage from the ceiling.  

 Abe wrapped Liam's presents in news roll paper and had the boys decorate the gifts.  

 

This is the first somewhat effort-requiring birthday cake I have ever made.  It is a bit rough around the edges, but Liam loved it.  

 

 The world's cutest boys.  

 Liam was very excited to see Grandma and Grandpa.  He ran to the door when they came in, exclaiming, "Meeum's Birthday!"

I think Abe must have arranged this photoshoot and prompted his adorable poses.  

 

The cousins brought themselves.   

Soren the Photographer

Reading Journal: Building the Bonds of Attachment

Since learning about Reactive Attachment Disorder, I've been very curious about what sort of treatment/parenting would help a child overcome such a serious emotional deficit.  Because I work at a counseling agency, I've had the opportunity to observe families, teachers, and social workers trying to cope with the behaviors of children who, because of a background of early childhood neglect and/or abuse, haven't developed the capacity to love.   As you might imagine, the inability to form emotional bonds with other people creates extreme behaviors that reflect a complete lack of empathy.  Kids with attachment disorders can be cruel, dishonest, violent, manipulative, and almost impossible to control.  Generally they are only motivated by self-gratification.  They can cause huge disruptions in foster and adoptive homes.

Building the Bonds of Attachment provides an interesting overview of the causes, symptoms, and treatment of attachment disorders. My favorite thing about the book is that it's written as a story-- the story of a girl named Katie whom the author created as a composite case study--so it's always interesting and engaging.  (I love learning while enjoying myself.  It's like mixing spinach into a smoothie.)    Building the Bonds would function well as a textbook, or a guide for parents, counselors, and social workers.

The book made me think about love and God and parenting and psychology and family and shame and guilt and hope.

Reading Journal: Unbroken

One of my college professors once said that he thought that reading was a good pathway toward true Christianity.  What he meant was that reading allows you to expand your world and your experiences beyond yourself, making you more capable of understanding other people, and therefore more compassionate.

That is certainly one of the reasons that I love reading, too: I love being able to see the perspectives drawn from all personality types, timeframes, geographic locations, and worldviews.  And so, of course, I loved Unbroken.

It's the incredible story of Louie Zamperini-- incorrigible child, turned record-breaking miler, turned WWII air force bomber, turned prisoner of war, turned alcoholic, turned youth mentor.  This true story was so fascinating to me that I started telling Soren about it as I read.  He got so excited that he would beg me to read more so that I could tell him about what happened next.

I felt so connected with the people whose stories are told in Unbroken, as well as with the events described.  I felt horrified at the atrocities that human beings can perpetrate on each other.  I felt inspired at the strength of the human spirit.  And I learned so much while reading it as well!  I feel so much more the reality of the War in the Pacific,

Another thing I love about Unbroken is that it is written by Laura Hillenbrand, an incredible writer who, like Louie, has had to overcome serious obstacles to accomplish the things she has with her life.  Hillenbrand suffers from debilitating chronic fatigue syndrome.  She is very sick, and it is difficult for her to even leave her apartment, yet she persevered through pain, exhaustion, and vertigo to complete the research, interviews, and writing for two incredible best-selling nonfiction books.  She, too, is unbroken.

The Talk

It was one of Those Mommy Days.  The boys woke me up at five.  Liam colored his face with my eyeshadow stick.  I lost my breakfast (as in, put my breakfast somewhere and couldn't find it again.)  Liam lost his breakfast (as in threw up all over me, himself, and the living room couch.)  And I drove to work in the frigid March morning with one window stuck halfway open because one of the children wore out the gears by fiddling with it too much.

But the clincher came this evening, while Soren and I were happily cutting out pages for a book that we were making.  He noticed that I'd written the page numbers and mentioned that I was very good at writing 3s.  "I'm good at writing 3s too, Mommy," he said.  "Why are we so similar?"

"Because you're my son!" I told him.

"Why does that make me like you?" asked Soren.  "Is it because I grew in your belly?"

"Yes," I said, "And because some of my cells were used to grow your body."

And then-- foolishly!--I added, "And some of Daddy's cells, too."

"That's weird," remarked Soren.  "How did Daddy's cells get into you?"

Oh no!  I thought.  This is it!  What do I do?  What do I say?  Okay, first, stay calm.  Think.  Make sure he feels comfortable talking about this.  So, now, game plan:  Do I tell him there's a special secret hug?  Should I tell him I'll tell him when he's older?  Do I say 'sperm'?  

"Uhhhhhh," I said.

Soren thought for a minute.  "Do you put a straw in your belly button and use that to put Daddy's cells in you?"

Yes!  "Something like that," I said, surprised at how close he'd come and hoping that maybe he'd be satisfied with his own answer.  Nope.

"So if it's 'something like that,' what is it really?"

Panic.  "Uhhhhhhh," I repeated.

Abe was sitting just down the couch from us and I tried to catch his eye, but he was absorbed in his novel and completely unaware of what we were talking about.  I, on the other hand, was painfully aware that I was trying to resort to that awkward exchange of glances that my parents had always done when sex came up when we were kids.  That thing I swore I would never do.  Nevertheless, I frantically tried to call Abe with my telepathic powers.  Abe!  What do I say?  Should I use The Momastery Approach of lies and distraction?  Should I start with, 'When a man and a woman love each other very much...."?

"Mommy?  Huh?  What is it really?"  Soren was still waiting.

"Uhhhhhhh."  Think, think, think!  Say something!  Say anything!  

"How did Daddy's cells get in your body?"

"Uhhhhhhh."  I pretended to be so absorbed in cutting that I didn't remember to answer his question.

My final tactic worked and Soren got distracted by sewing the pages of the book together.  It was a close call, though.  Now for a game plan.  If I can just catch Abe's eye....

A Conversation

Rachel: How do you like the falafel?
Abe: Uh.  Well, I probably won't ask for it for my birthday dinner.
Rachel: How about the yogurt sauce?
Abe: Uh.  It had a lot of cilantro in it.
Rachel: Yeah, well, you know how I feel about cilantro.
Abe: Yes.  You like to wield it like a club.

30 Days of Vegan

I know you've all been wondering how my 30-day healthy eating experiment has worked out.  Well, fortunately for you, I kept a log, so now you can follow along on my journey in exquisite detail!  I thought about editing out some of the poop stuff, but gosh darn it, everybody poops, so it's staying in.

Day 1: Wanted to give my digestive system a little break, so I didn't eat until 3 or 4 today.  Then had a bowl of quinoa with fruit and nuts, two or three bananas, and some home-toasted corn tortilla chips. For a snack after our date, I ate some vegan instant mashed potatoes with melted vegan cheese.   REALLY would have preferred a bowl of cinnamon life. Hoping for my new blender part to arrive soon so I can start going hogwild with the smoothies.  So far, so good!  There's definitely been food I've wanted to eat today (bacon, ham, rice crispy treats, ice cream.....but it's nice to know that I can say to my temptress self, "No thanks.  Even though it's hard, I'm doing this because I want to take care of me."  Besides, cinnamon life will still be there in 29 days.  :)

Day 2: Starving to death.  For breakfast I had a tofu/veggie scramble, for lunch I had figs, dates, almonds, some homemade corn chips, salsa, and hummus.  Dinner was vegan chili and polenta.  I've been eating bananas like it's going out of style.   I've been reallllly crabby today.  Had no patience with the kids or with Abe.  I don't know if it's related to the diet or just general crabbiness.  I feel perpetually hungry with no hope of reprieve.  I suspect my body is just rebelling against the sudden turn for the healthier.  It's super pissed off I'm not giving it all of the delicious less-healthy foods it's used to getting.  The hope is that this will pass.  Nate told me two weekish and then I won't feel like I'm starving.  Hope I don't kill someone before then.  Pooping as usual.  Pretty gassy tonight.

Day 3: Much less hungry.  A little sad, though.  Missing crunchy cereals.  Pooping as usual.

Day 4: Feeling great!  Not hungry at all.   No gas.  Had a tofu scramble for breakfast, a tofu scramble for a snack, some orange yams for lunch, a Naked smoothie for a snack, half a baked potato and some squash for dinner, and apricots and almonds for a snack.  Yeah, I'm an eater.

Day 5: Had buckwheat pancakes with mashed banana for breakfast, pumpkin seeds, dates, veggies for a snack, chili and mashed potatoes for lunch, pomegranate seeds for a snack, chili for dinner, a banana smeared with almond butter and dipped in flax seed for dessert, and a cup of brown jasmin rice for a snack.  Shockingly not feeling deprived at all-- no cravings, nothing.  Just loving eating all this nourishing, delicious food.  Was reallllly tired all day, so the energy hasn't kicked in yet.  Hoping that will happen on day 12, per the Whole Life Nutrition book.

Day 6: Woke up last night with a little gastroinestinal discomfort.  Thought I needed to poop but no dice.  Woke up today EXHAUSTED.  Not unusual.  And I did stay up til 10:30, wake up in the night, and wake up at 5:30 with Lum Yum.

Day 7: SOOOOO TIIRREED TODAAAAAYYY.  Actually left work early to come home and nap.  Intended to sleep until 6:30 but slept through my alarm until 7:30.  Poor kids didn't get to see their mama much today.  Or yesterday, since I went to R.S.  This working mom thing really sucks sometimes.  But that is neither here nor there.  Felt a bit hungry and deprived today.  Everywhere I turned there was pizza.  REALLY hoping my energy levels start to take a turn for the better.  Or maybe they won't?  And then, pizza?

Day 8: Diarrhea this morning.  So tired I think I might die.  (Admittedly I stayed up until 1:00 because of my nap, got up at the usual time.) Not much appetite.  

Day 9: Usual amount of tired this weekend.  Napped both Saturday and Sunday to get through.  Bowel movement seem more or less like always.  I honestly like eating this way but I haven't seen much of a difference in how I feel yet.  Possibly less gas than usual, and I'm skinnier than usual, too.  Current weight is 132.8.  I'm usually about 133-138, so that's the lower end of my usual range.

Day 11: Kind of yucky stomach last night and today.  Maybe I should pay more attention to what I'm eating so I know what's causing the distress.  Liam woke me up at 4:45 so I was realllly tired this morning.  Ate some plain gluten-free raw oatmeal with raisins, banana chips, and sunflower seeds.  Yelled at Soren twice, cried when I couldn't get the cover off a car seat to wash it, and called my mom and begged her to take the kids.  I am seriously so helpless.  After my nap I ate some beans and rice and an avocado.  When I got home from volunteering in Soren's classroom I ate an orange and then an entire pan of "brownies" (1 cup walnuts, 1/2 cup dates, 1/4 cup cocoa).  That DID NOT help my stomach situation.  For dinner we had green smoothies.  I'm feeling a little discouraged because my energy levels are not improving at all and I'm still having gastro-intestinal distress as well.  Came REALLY close to eating some cheese this evening.  Oh, sweet Colby Jack, don't forget me.  Starting to wonder if I should have done the uber-strict version of this diet, the one that cut out  nightshade vegetables, citrus, bananas, and soy.  Also thinking I made a mistake in skipping the two-day green smoothie cleanse.  Perhaps I've been eating altogether too much cooked food.  Going to try doing my two-day green smoothie cleanse tomorrow and the day after, then focusing on salads. Also going to work on eating less frequently.  I think maybe my poor digestive system is overworked with my constant grazing.  Going to try to limit myself to four eating episodes a day, at 7ish,11ish, 3ish, and 7ish.

Maybe I'll mark the following days this way: Day 12 (1), Day 13 (2), so I can keep track of the more raw-focused days.  Just don't think I'm ready to cut out nightshade vegetables, soy, citrus, and bananas.

Day 15:  Only did smoothies for one day, then missed chewing desperately and decided that cutting out all that other crap would have to do for now.

Loved every bit of food I ate today-- green smoothie for breakfast, yellow curry with rice and tofu for lunch (Thai with Loriann!), a bowl of quinoa with banana, flax seed, and walnuts for a snack, and baked sweet potato fries for dinner.

I haven't felt a change in my energy

Watched the first twenty minutes of "Hungry for Change" last night (it's free on their website!) and would like to watch the rest.

Day 17: Woke up this morning STARVING and ate three of the whoopie pies my friend Loriann made us for Christmas.  Had a normal vegan daytime, then came home and had cheesy ravioli, zucchini, and three more whoopie pies for dessert.  Whoops!  Back on track tomorrow.

Day 18: Ate half a pan of homemade focaccia bread at my mom's house.

Day 19:  Really, for reals back on track.  Sad bowels today.

Day 20: Sad bowels today too.

Day 21: Back on track.  Happy bowels. 

Days 22-30: Totally slacked off, discouraged because of no change in my energy levels.  Switched back and forth between awesome healthiness and my regular eating habits.

Conclusions:  So yeah, it didn't work out quite how I hoped, but I haven't given up yet!  This may not be the key to increasing my energy levels (or maybe it is, if I would just give it a little more time), but I do truly believe this is the best and healthiest way to eat.  I have LOVED learning new recipes and discovering just how delicious healthy eating can be.  I might have to find a different motivation, though, since the fatigue thing didn't work out in three seconds like I hoped it would.  I'm thinking maybe money.  For every ten days I strictly adhere to the eating plan, I get $30 to spend however I want.  Do you like that idea, Abe, honey?  I knew you would.

Reading Journal

In the Wilderness

By Kim Barnes

My sweet friend Heidi mailed this to me with a note on the inside that said, "For the next Pulitzer Prize finalist from Idaho-- only you'll win!"  Ah, Heidi, I love you.

Anyway, Kim Barnes grew up in logging country in Northern Idaho.  When she was a young child, her parents became very devout in their Pentecostalism.  The memoir describes how her family's relationship to the woods and to the church impacted her, formed the way she interacted with the world, molded her perception of herself.  This provided an interesting and insightful look into religious fundamentalism and its psychological pitfalls.

Barnes is a poet, and writes like one.  Every sentence was beautifully formed.  

Zoo

By James Patterson/Michael Ledwidge

My favorite thing about this book was the jacket description, which described the clearly ghost-written book as "The novel James Patterson was born to write."   It was an okay read otherwise-- the science behind the plot was a little stretched, but the overall message-- basically that people are often too short-sighted to be able to make the sacrifices they need to make in order to preserve their future well-being -- certainly rang true.

The Fear Index

Robert Harris

I liked this book a lot.  It was extremely well-crafted (craftmanship in novels being something that I've been paying a lot of attention to lately!) and the characters were engaging and memorable.  It was about investments, hedge funds, and artificial intelligence and things, which was all well and interesting, but I mostly just derived a lot of pleasure from reading such an admirably created book.  It was one I couldn't wait to get back to at the end of the day.