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What To Expect: My Journal Entry

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What To Expect: My Journal Entry

If you are following me on Periscope then you remember when I got my copy of What To Expect When You’re Expecting Pregnancy Journal and Organizer back in my 10th week.

No one aside from me is going to see what I wrote in for a long time so I decided to share one of the prompt pages from the journal section. Also,I encourage all you mamas to be to use it as your own journal entry. Enjoy!

THE EIGHTH MONTH

memories&milestones

Baby’s Latest Moves: the kicking and punching is at an all time high, Avery is most active when I’m settling in for the night

I felt my first Braxton Hicks on: haven’t had any yet

Besides the obvious,this part of my body is swollen,too: my butt. Amani is always slapping me on it and talking about how huge its gotten 😬

How I’m Feeling About My Body: I like my growing belly but am self conscious about the bottom half of it because Avery’s head is not there so it’s just soft and jello like

How I’m Feeling In General: sometimes I panic about Avery coming and sometimes I’m just like “Its all good”

My most recent clumsy moment: tripped over my own foot(at least I think it was my foot, I can’t see my feet anymore)

Recently I dreamed: I was chasing my deceased cat down the block,but I couldn’t catch up to her. I woke up crying.

The best pregnancy advice I’ve gotten lately: Rest when you need to

The worst pregnancy advice I’ve gotten lately: none

I’m most sick of hearing: Why did you wait ten years to have another baby?

The nicest thing my partner said to me: He told me my skin looked good

The nicest thing my partner has done for me: he is moving and will not move until his new place is approved by me. He wants to make sure I’m comfortable letting Avery be there.

What I’ll Miss Most About Being Pregnant: eating whatever I want without getting odd looks from people

What I’ll Miss Least: the constant peeing. I pride myself on peeing 2x a day tops but lately it’s been at least 10-20x a day.

What I’m Looking Forward To The Most About Being A Mom: trusting my own judgement when making decisions about Avery. I let other people dictate my decisions when Amani was first born and it made me less confident in myself as a mom.

My message to baby: I can’t wait to hold you

Dad’s message: N/A

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Baby Haul

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The best thing about being pregnant,aside from being able to eat what I want, is buying cute baby stuff. My close friend and neighbor gave me her son’s baby clothes and his hardly used car seat. As soon as I folded those things away, I was bitten by the shopping bug. It took me two months after that to buy Avery’s clothes and I think that’s because his health was still a question and I was scared to hit things and something awful happened. But now that that is not an issue anymore, here’s a few things I’ve picked up for my little prince

You’ve already seen the crib in my house,but here is what it looks like outside of the box:

Dream On Me Davenport 5-in-1 Convertible Crib- $115.50

I had to buy the mattress separate but I got the same brand that made the crib:

Dream on Me 5″ Coil Spring Mattress-$33.99

A bed needs sheets so…(I realized too late that these sheets are for pack n plays. I hope it doesn’t matter).

Pack N Play Playard Fitted Sheets 2 pack-$17.95

Amani would like to show off her baby brother to her friends when it is warmer and I don’t want to pull out the stroller, I can throw on this really cute carrier:

Infantino Flip 4 in 1 Baby Carrier-$29.99

I suspect Avery will spend a great deal of time getting milk drunk and passing out. He will drool profusely like his sister did and these are the SAME bibs she had:

Neat Soultions 8 pack bibs- $10.99

I remember how swaddling was a good way to calm a baby,so I wanted to get some nice soft blankets for the perfect nap time:

Flannel Baby Blankets Two by Two 4 Pack- $9.99

I also bought some milk storage bags, a mattress cover,and some pacifiers. I got most of these things from Target,where my baby registry is. I like their prices and relied on their quality so I’m glad to use them again. Oh,the mattress came from Walmart as did the sheets.

What’s left on my list of baby essentials to get are:

diapers

bath items

medicine cabinet

I love a good deal or sale so if any of you know where I can get the best deals on the above mentioned, drop me a line!!!

MommyinColorCooks: Crockpot Chicken and Dumplings

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MommyinColorCooks: Crockpot Chicken and Dumplings

I found some old pictures in one of my Evernote notebooks. It was of chicken and dumplings I made for my mom and I last Winter. My mom had a taste for her childhood favorite dish and it was the perfect excuse to pull Lucille down from her throne. I almost forgot where I got the recipe but after digging through my crockpot recipes on Pinterest,I found the recipe. I found it on Spend with Pennies and what I really liked about it was that there was a shortcut to making the dumplings. I know that many folks like to do EVERYTHING from scratch,and while I admire that,it’s definitely not me. I like layering ingredients into Lucille and that’s pretty much all you’re doing with this recipe and there aren’t a gazillion ingredients either. If you decide to make this, please let me know by dropping pics of your creation in the comments here, or on Twitter using the hashtag #mommyincolorcooks,or on Facebook. Enjoy!

INGREDIENTS
  • 1 large onion , diced
  • 1 can (10.5 oz) cream of celery soup
  • 1 can (10.5 oz) cream of chicken soup
  • 1 tablespoon fresh parsley
  • 1 teaspoon poultry seasoning
  • 4 skinless boneless chicken breasts
  • 2 cups low sodium chicken broth
  • 2 cups frozen vegetables or peas and carrots , defrosted
  • 1 can (8 pieces) refrigerated biscuits (Buttermilk, Country or Homestyle)(I used Buttermilk)
  • DIRECTIONS:
    1. Add onion to crock pot and top with chicken breasts.

      2)In a small bowl, combine cream of celery soup, cream of chicken soup, parsley, poultry seasoning and pepper. Spread over chicken breasts. Top with chicken broth and cook on high 5 hours.

  • 3)1 hour before serving (after 4 hours of cooking time),cut biscuits into thin and flat strips. Add vegetables to the slow cooker and stir. Add biscuit strips on top. Replace lid as quickly as possible.

    When serving,take chicken breaks out if crockpot and slightly shred. Put back into slow cooker and stir (the dumplings will break apart,its fine). Let cook an additional 10 minutes and serve.

    I made this dish originally 8 months ago so I’m fuzzy on details. However, I remember loving the biscuits serving as dumplings. If done just right they can be crisper on top while keeping its roughness. It was also very hearty and filling. I believe I added a little salt to taste because it tasted a little bland at first.

    I’m not sure of the serving size but I made it for just me and my mom and we had leftovers for the next 3 days or so. Next time I make it, I will livestream it from Periscope. Once agajn,enjoy!!!

Daddy’s New York

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I just found this half finished piece I wrote on Evernote. It was based on a dream I had about my father..or at least someone who represented my father. I stopped writing because the dream ended and I don’t remember the rest. Should I just leave it or use my imagination to finish it? Let me know in the comments.

I tapped his shoulder. He turned around and a grin so wide appeared on his face. I looked down and smiled, but he pulled my face back up with his hand.
“Never hide that smile. It’s like your mother’s. Its why I fell in love with her”.
“How are you, Dad?”
His face turns somber as he considers my question. I use the awkward pause to study his face. His eyes are hollow with gray-ish circles underneath. There’s still a dancing light in his eye. Probably the same one my mother says he got when his favorite baseball team played.
I can tell he isn’t well. A part of me wishes it was because of his Lupus but I know it isn’t. There is no secret about his drug use but we’ve never talked about it. He’s a Taurus like me so anything I say will just hit a brick wall. His lips are chapped and they were recently bleeding.
The hair that was once the talk of South Jamaica now resembles a black matter cap on his head. It’s grown out and stock a out on the sides. Reminds me of dirty straw. He cocks his head to the left.
” I’m fine,baby girl.
Baby girl. The sentiment hits me in the chest and I let out a deep breath. I’ve been called “baby girl ” by no good men I’ve dated. It always bought a smile to my face and a warmth in my groin,but this time it literally takes my breath away.
After all this time,I sill wanted to be Daddy’s Little Girl. I had pushes that idea out of my mind because I didn’t think I’d ever hear it from him. I grab his calluses but warm hand. I tug on it and we walk through the park.
I stop at a hot dog stand. I remember my great grandmother calling them “dirty Frank’s. Maybe she thought that the dogs somehow were sullied by the polluted New York air once they were transferred to the bun,then the customer. I start to tell the cart guy my order when Dad yells that I should let him guess what I like.
“Come on Dad, I’m hungry ” I protest. I shift my weight from my right foot to my left. It’s my tell tale of uncomfortability. Dad studies my face then looks down at my belly.
” You like it with ketchup and spicy mustard” he proclaims.
He is completely off. I hate spicy food and thanks to my younger brother, who drowned everything in ketchup,I hate that too. Do I tell him he’s way off? He nods his head eagerly,waiting my response.
“Good guess, Dad”
He gives me the thumbs up but I don’t offer to guess his favorite for fear of him lying to me the way I lied to him. He asks for a spicy sausage with onions. My stomach churns because that is actually my favorite thing to get. I pay for our food not bothering to wait for him to do it because I know any money he has is for his…vice. Maybe the ketchup and spicy mustard won’t be so bad. Before I could get in my third bite, Dad osis already balling up the aluminum foil wrapper his sausage was in. I grab the paper from him and he makes a hoop with his arms. I dunk and he cheers for me.
” You like basketball,kid?” He asks
“Sometimes. The last time I enjoyed it was when Dwayne Wade won his first championship. Mourning and Peyton were on his team then.
“Hmm…that was awhile ago,baby girl”
“Yeah,my brother taught me how basketball works that year and I liked it” I respond.
I immediately regret bringing up my brother. My father has always ignores the fact that I have a sibling through adoption. It leaves a bad taste in his mouth, akin to his many nights emptying his stomach of putrid bile. No one wants to be reminded of their failure as a parent,I suppose.
We walk along in silence. I love the biting chill a New York winter chill brings. People scatter like roaches to get away from it, but I embrace it. The mostly dreary days bring me peace. I wonder what brings Daddy peace. Is it a sound? A color? A taste? A season?
After a we are a block out of the block, I realize that we aren’t going anywhere. I look up at Dad and he smiles at me.
“Where are we going?”
We’re here” he responds
Does he not now I’ve lived here my whole life? Like,all 30 years of it.

Party Over Here

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Today was Bubba’s 6th birthday party. I have to tell you, it almost didn’t happen. I was torn about doing it because I didn’t have enough money to give her the big bash she deserved. We were unable to throw her a 5th party last year and I wanted to make up for it this year. Plus, my family is still grieving over the sudden loss of my mother.
My adopted mom has been wrapped up in her grief,I didnt want to seem insensitive to that. My real mom’s birthday was the 7th and we all felt like we were starting the grief process all over again. I was really conflicted. Then,Mommy told me that she would be up to helping celebrate Bubna’s birthday,despite how heavy her heart felt.

So, we got her a fabulous cake and surprised her after school. Tomorrow is her actual birthday and we might be spending it with her father *gasp*

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Any November birthdays in your family?

From My Personal Diary: First Day of School

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September 9,2013

Today was Bubba’s first day of school (1st grade to be exact). I was so emotional while walking her to school. Every time I looked at her, tears threatened to fall. She sensed it,I think, and kept telling me she loved me. She is getting so big and sometimes I really miss my little baby girl. When I got her to school, I wanted to just throw her over my shoulder and go back home. But I toughed it out for her sake.

Bubba’s teacher is Mrs. Jean-Charles and she seems nice. She is also very young. I asked Bubba if she was nice and she said yes. I know one of her classmates, Trinity D. I have to admit,I compared Bubba to the other kids as far as looks go bit of course she’s the cutest thing in the world.

Mrs. Jean-Charles sent Bubba’s homework for the week home. I was excited to do homework with Bubba. Her first assignment was to practice writing her heading. It was very hard to get her to write on one line at a time and space her words evenly. It’s going to take plenty of practice because Bubba is not used to writing in a uniform way. She was frustrated with herself and me for repeating instructions and erasing her work. I’m not as patient as I thought and I admit to comparing Bubba to me when I was in 1st grade.

I signed up to be a PTA volunteer and I can’t wait to flex my creative muscles. I want to be SUPER involved in Bubba’s  education because not enough parents are, especially young parents. I want to smash the belief that young parents only care about partying.

This one day of school has me so tired but I can’t wait to do it all again tomorrow and for the rest of my life. Her bedtime routine was a breeze and she was asleep by 9:30. I can’t believe I am the mother of a first grader. Where did the time go and what’s next?

What’s in a Name?

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This is the prompt from November 7th:
If you had to switch your first name,what name would you choose and why?

If I had to change my first name,I think I’d change it to Lorelei. To me, it sounds very free spirited and would be the name of a beautiful,red headed, ethereal fairy. Apparently, it’s a German name and meant both a rocky cliff on the Rhine river and it also was the name of a fairy tail creature whose singing lured men to destruction.

I like these meanings because it means I am strong,solid,and unmovable. I’d have the power of persuasion,and I’d be a pretty good singer. If I’m only changing my first name and keeping my middle names,I’d be Lorelei Lauren Marie. It could be a bit of a tongue twister but I like the way it sounds. Maybe I’ll use it as a pen name in the future…

Contradiction- Part One

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Another piece my friend,Frankie. Give it some thought and let me know what you think.

While the ghettos of America are filled woth terrible things like poverty and violence,the mindset of the young people living there are especially scary. One of the biggest epidemics that have been spread through the ‘hood, is the contradiction of being “real” and beong “fake”. Let’s look at this story.
A young gangbanger,who goes by the name of Cash,had a disagreement with a young recruit. Cash, feeling disrespected by being “stepped to” by someone he didn’t see as real,hit the recruit in the mouth. He followed up by.knocking the boy tp the ground and repeatedly kicking him.
Now why would Cash react with sich agression against his own gang member? Most likely because he needed to be seen as real in the eyes of his homies. It is seen as real for someone to ne overly agressive in any dispute now in order to maintain credibility. A fake would walk away or choose not to fight. On the other hand, some would see Cash as a “wild&loose” gang member who is wrong for his actions. The only problem with this is too often the people who say he overreacted are the same who would have said “I would’ ve hit him if I was Cash” had Cash chosen the path of non violence.
Until the ‘hood can conform as to what us respectable there will be too many confused young men out there who simply know that they want to be real.

Not Feelin’ It

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Today is one of my off days. I’m feeling bored,restless, unmotivated, sad,&hopeless. Every now and then I feel that way. Sometimes it lasts for a few days and other times a few weeks. I feel upbeat and happy and then all of a sudden I’m down in the dumps.

I guess I have a little motivation because I’m sticking with NaBloPoMo. I don’t feel like blogging right now but I’m doing it because I gave my word and my mom used to say your word was all you had. So, eat that….uh….unmotivated…me?