Today my Little is 11 weeks old. I made it a memorable one by trying her in her Moses basket for the first time last night. Brant didn't think she would stay in there. Even fast asleep, that girl will wake up 15 minutes into sleeping alone. She needs a body next to her to remain asleep. When lights are out it is a little different though. I was more concerned that I would be the hindrance to her staying in there. The last I remember I was reassuring myself, through asking Brant to confirm to me, she -- ahem, I -- was going to be okay. Next thing I know..."Whaaaaa." I checked the clock. It was 1 a.m., her normal mid-evening feeding time. Wow, that went fast and we survived. Now that I knew we could survive, I lighted the Little out of her basket and snuggled her into bed with me. In the morning I rejoiced that we did it, and Brant just had to remind me that I didn't put her back in after her 1 a.m. feeding. Baby steps. Baby steps.
Sunday was my birthday. Thirty-one years old. The years are just going to keep getting higher, aren't they? I quite enjoy saying I am in my thirties, it's that more stable decade in-between sloppy adult and young grandma. Geez, I can't even think about that. Five more years and Amira will be eighteen. I am constantly telling her that she will live at home until she is married, even through college if she chooses that route. I am not even kidding when I say I am imprinting in her mind that we three led by God will even choose that husband. I am praying even now God open our eyes to the young man whoever he may be, whenever he comes around. Yesterday as I was driving home from dropping Brant off to work I was even planning out which lines from "Sunrise, Sunset" I would sing at her wedding.
Back to my birthday. It was a typical adult mom birthday -- you know, the kind of birthday where you make your own cake and fancy dinner. It isn't so much that you want a cake on your birthday, but from the moment the kids woke up they were desiring that cake on behalf of your birthday. You almost say it is their cake to you, except it is for them. I cannot go out to eat because of Elisha's food allergies. I don't want to make it sound like I begrudged my birthday though. All of this is fine. I thoroughly enjoyed my birthday and I made the cake I wanted. It was a raw food carrot cake, a recipe share courtesy of my bestie Michelle. Click here for recipe. If you have not tried raw cakes before, let me tell you that they are small recipes. The cake will not come out as big as the link's picture. However, the flavors are very rich and will more than suffice one family. Both this cake and the raw chocolate one I made before were eaten in 2 sittings each -- that is how rich raw cakes are.
Brant actually ordered my gift a month ago. To be honest, I picked it out. Why do we women do that? I think we have our gifts picked out for every special occasion for the rest of our lives and then get upset when the men ask what we want thinking they should already know. I'll stick it to myself and say men are as good at reading minds as women are at submitting. Especially in the gift giving we find it hard to refrain from leading. Next year. There's always trying to submit to a real surprise gift next year.
Tomorrow is Thanksgiving -- the pilgrim-established attempt to reinstate Sukkot. It is a day which has been changed a couple of times throughout our history, most recent for economical benefit through consumerism. It drifted further away from being in line with Sukkot, and closer to the world's purchasing holiday of Christmas. It cracks me up when I see comments of how it is ridiculous that now Black Friday has moved right into Thanksgiving when today's date for Thanksgiving was set for consumerism. It doesn't mean don't be thankful, but the switch did little to honor the memory and pure attempt (a reconstitution) of Thanksgiving's original establishers. Outside of Thanksgiving, no other cultural holiday originated from pure attempts, which is why my family still celebraties it; however, those who want the thankful-for-the-harvest spirit of Sukkot that enveloped the pilgrims can only really find that in Sukkot.
It's all about the pie. Pecan used to be my absolute favorite, but in all these 9 years of practical veganism I have yet to come across a decent vegan alternative. I have since done pumpkin pie with soy, but am attempting a soy-free alternative tomorrow. It won't be gluten-free though. After my gluten-free bread bowls last week, which turned into hurling stones, I have given up on all-purpose gluten free flour. I will still make my own crust of course. Click here for my filling choice. If you have a vegan pecan pie recipe, tested and tried, I would appreciate you likewise share the love. Happy Thanksgiving.
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