My tiny Valentines.

Last January, we found out I was pregnant. It was a rough start. I was super emotional and weepy. I had a morning sickness. But one day after a run I started having problems.

The kind of problems that lead you to believe you’re no longer pregnant. Rob was at work. I was home alone with Jackson. It hurt, I was in pain. I was afraid. I didn’t have an OB yet.

I reached out to a midwife I knew and asked her what to do. She said, the scary truth. There isn’t anything you can do. Nature takes its course and you don’t get a vote. I remember feeling grateful for her boldness. That she wasn’t overly precious about it. In times of confusion flowery words add to the cloud. I needed black and white. She advised me of a local office where I could get an ultrasound. To confirm whether or not I was still pregnant. “Knowing is better then waiting” she said. I agreed.

I hung up the phone and curled up into a ball on my bed and wrapping my arms around my stomach. I wept. Not because of the pain although it was intense Bc of the loss. I cried until there were no more tears. My brain was stuck in a loop and I spoke it out loud. Over and over.

“You are wanted. You are wanted. You have a Mommy and a Daddy. We love you. You are wanted.”

When everyone said I was powerless. All that was left was love. I was powerless to stop what was happening, but I didn’t have to do it without feeling, without loving my child.

Rob came home. We spoke about what happened. We made an appointment for a few days later.

The day of the appointment I was sick again. There was a part of me that was hopeful that my pregnancy symptoms were present maybe the baby was ok. I was afraid to invest any emotions either way. I was physically shaking and trembling all morning I was so nervous.

Good or bad we were going to go into that room, and when we came out life would never ever be the same. One of those life moments where your path takes a hard turn and you’re on a new path. Only we had no say in the outcome.

We went to the ultrasound. There was a kids show on in the waiting room. We had Jackson with us. I couldn’t stop trembling. I wanted to throw up. The called us back. Jackson was everywhere he was pulling on the mini blinds and climbing on the bed.

I remember sitting in that dark room. Cold gel on my stomach. Rob holding J trying to distract him, while J frantically tried to escape. I had my eyes firmly set on the technicians face. I didn’t want to see the screen.

I thought my heart was going to beat out of my chest. Minutes past. Nothing. There was a large screen in front of us. I kept waiting hopeful for the sounds of a heartbeat to fill the room.


More time passed.


She started asking questions. I closed my eyes against the sting of emotion.

“How did you find out you were pregnant?”

“Have you met with your OB?”

“Were you doing any fertility treatments? ..are you considered high risk?”

-I started to cry. Obviously if it was good news if everyone was “fine” these would not be the questions she would be asking.

Then she said it. “It’s ok, you don’t need to cry it looks like both babies are fine”

I looked at Rob in disbelief. “What did she say?”

I was angry. I thought she misspoke and my heart was raw and broken and it stung.

She isolated each fetus and played a snippet of their heartbeat for us. “I said both, you’re pregnant with twins, both of them have strong heartbeats”

“Twins. There are at least two, you’re going to need another ultrasound to confirm there are not three, there is a shadow here I can’t identify.”

Good or bad we went into that room thinking we were a family of 3. For good or bad our life took a hard turn and we came out as a family of 5. (At least)

That day she told us I was in the highest risk category. That they appeared to be in the same sack. She warned me about vanishing twin syndrome. She warned me that I might spend half my pregnancy in the hospital. That the survival rate of this type of twin was 50%.

If you ask I guarantee Rob doesn’t remember that part. We told our families. We told our friends. I made an appointment with a dr and waited for 6 more weeks. To find out what our survival rates would be. I did not sleep much.

The irony is when we went to the doctor, they did a second ultrasound everyone was fine. They put me in the lowest category for risk, but they were wrong too. We found when the twins were actually born they were a step between. I was moderately high risk. But the good news is they were born.

They told me “you’ll spend half your pregnancy in the hospital” and later, “you’ll spend half your pregnancy on bed rest possibly a month in the hospital”

The truth is I worked at the salon the day before I went to the hospital I spend 48 hours pregnant in the hospital. Not 5 months.

They said “your babies will be born early and spend months in the NICU” and “prepare yourself to leave the hospital without your babies. ”

The truth is they never saw the inside of the NICU. They came straight to the room with us.

Now it wasn’t totally free of drama. Turns out birthing two humans in 30 minutes can throw your body into pretty severe trauma. I spent every bit of my life force pushing. And I have almost no memory of the several hours that follow. I had post partum preeclampsia. I received emergency care post partum and had a relapse a few days later. Our Doctor assured us that if this pregnancy had taken place in any other decade the odds were stacked high against any of us surviving the pregnancy and birth.

After their birth I put this story away. I locked it deep in my heart where painful things go. Where I keep boxes I don’t like looking in. But Timehop had this ultrasound picture in it. The post from when we shared our news with the world. And all the emotions I felt that day came back.

I’m not sure what the point of the post is. To remember That tiny thread that connects us to life is so fragile. so my children will always always know.

That they were wanted. They were wanted. They have a Mommy and Daddy. They are loved. That they were wanted.

Even before they were born, even after I’m gone. They have my whole heart.

My tiny Valentines,


Instapot philosophy. Mom guilt and BA women from the Bible.

This post is all over the place. But these things have been circling in my mind today. I’m learning to run a new kind of business. Guys. I don’t know what I’m doing yet. So while I’m plodding along my path I’ve had a few ah-ha moments.

Instapot philosophy- I think I touched on this in one of my other Instapot posts. But when I first received this tool as a gift I was so excited but then I didn’t use it. Bc I knew failure is part of learning. I did not want to cook a gross meal bc I didn’t know what the heck I was doing.

It’s why I used to hate hands on classes in the salon (guys you just fail in front of your peers) but now nearly a decade into a technique driven field, I look forward to the opportunity to fail in that safe environment. So I can succeed when it counts.

Rob’s sage advice was use the Instapot everyday for 2 weeks. Just burn through the learning curve. Then you will have some fails but you’ll know exactly when this tool will save you time and how to be successful with it. I did, we had some fails. I’m soooo much more comfortable with it. I know it’s not the tool for every job, I know when to reach for it.

So how does this apply to my business? I’m new at learning this business. I’m making some dumb mistakes. I know when I look back at this chapter I will roll my eyes as some of my “great ideas” but deciding everyday to keep going. To keep burning through the learning curve is how I get the knowledge of when to use each tool. I used to be so quick to give up at the first bump in the road. The life lesson that I keep circling back to is that you just keep coming back to that hurdle.. it will just keep on showing up until you learn how to get past it.

So my encouragement for you today if you are stumbling and stumbling and feeling like a fool. If you are making mistakes.. you’re probably doing more work then most people. Most people give up at the first hurdle. Mistakes mean you’re trying. Keep getting up keep experimenting keep asking those with experience and don’t sit down and give up. It’s true for Instapot’s and life. ..Deep thoughts from Christy’s mobile office..

Mom guilt and BA biblical women-

Can I be real? -what is the deal with the mom guilt? I spend most of my time with my kids. I try to feed them the right things and teach them manners, and self respect, and how to human. We have parenting philosophies (“we are raising adults.. not children”) we read books and listen to podcasts we do “alllll the thangs” Rob and I dissect our interactions with our children and discuss how we could have done better how will we handle it tomorrow. And yet. Mom guilt. At least once a week I ask Rob, “am I shitty mom?” (Sorry language.. I said I’m being real) he says no, of course not, and I walk away thinking but am I? J didn’t get a bath yesterday, today he told me I wasn’t listening (and he was right πŸ™ˆ) I definitely feed him non-organic fruit snacks as a bribe to get them to eat supper.

Am I a failure? Is all lost?

Of course not. We love big. Sometimes we fail big. We teach our children how to act with grace and humility when we do. We say things like “you were right, I was wrong. I shouldn’t have said that. I can see I hurt you, I won’t do that again”

But comparison is the thief of joy. Too often I let it steal mine. There is always someone doing it better, who seems to have it all together. I know exactly how to punish myself too, I load my social media and deep dive into the page of who ever is doing it better today and berate myself.

In these moments when I catch myself I try to imagine Bob Newhart saying,


I’m a work in progress.. πŸ™„ so this week the big ugly thing causing me mom guilt is my business (which I can run at home from my phone while I’m doing to mom things and taking care of my kiddos.. πŸ™„) But there is that inner dialogue.. Am I failing as a mom Bc I’m focused on something else too?

I was really searching my heart on this one. Like full on guilt spiral. I went for a run and listened to a team training. The speaker said something that hit me right in the feels.

Look at the women in the Bible. They weren’t just sitting around. They weren’t only living to take care of their kids. They had stuff to do.

My favorite example of this was the Proverbs 31 gal. (You know who we are all supposed to be when we grow up..)

πŸ‘ŠπŸ»she takes care of her hubby

πŸ‘ŠπŸ»she works with her hands

πŸ‘ŠπŸ»she gets up early to provide food for her fam

πŸ‘ŠπŸ»she buys property

πŸ‘ŠπŸ»she makes profit by having people work for her and she works her business

πŸ‘ŠπŸ»she works late

πŸ‘ŠπŸ»she takes care of the home

πŸ‘ŠπŸ» she holds on to her own strength and dignity

πŸ‘ŠπŸ»she makes her hubby look good

πŸ‘ŠπŸ»she doesn’t waste time sitting around

πŸ‘ŠπŸ»she fears the Lord.

She’s a BAD ASS. She didn’t sit on her cell phone and make a list of reasons why she sucks and she’s failing at life becauuuuseee she had shit to do. (Again language I’m sorry this my real real though) So, is it all over for me with the self inflicted nonsense guilt. (No of course not I’m just a mere mortal) but I do feel armed with a new tool. She’s the model woman we are all supposed to strive to be “a woman of virtue”

-and she was a total Bad Ass who handled her shit. That is a woman I want to be. I hope if you’re reading this especially if you’re a momma. This brings you encouragement. -if you find yourself in the self hatred loop google Bob Newhart and smile and decide to be a bad ass instead.

***Upon reading this before publishing it occurred to me that a woman of virtue would curse less.. work in progress people.. work in progress.. πŸ˜‰

My Twin pregnancy and my Plexus experience.

I’ve been meaning to write this one for a while. Because this phase of my life built my belief in these products big time.

For comparison let me tell you a little about my first pregnancy. I was in decent shape when I got pregnant with J. But I was so sick the first trimester I lost weight. I was nauseous all the time and ate almost nothing but lemon yogurt and plain white toast. 🀒Shortly after I became anemic bc of my meat aversion and the iron pills I took made me very ill. I continued to eat only bread, potatoes and lemon yogurt (everything I ate was white πŸ˜–) I then gained 50 pounds in next two trimesters!! (That’s twice the recommended weight.) I had swelling the last two trimesters, terrible heartburn. I couldn’t sleep I was terribly uncomfortable all the time I couldn’t even get off the couch with out help. Then I developed Blood pressure issues. Eventually I was put on bedrest. Then induced early. Had a relatively easy delivery but had a very difficult recovery (months of Dr’s appointments and even a minor surgery) -and I thought that was a pretty normal pregnancy experience. We thought I had an “easy” pregnancy. Here are some pics during my first pregnancy 🀰🏻

I started taking Plexus before we intended to try to get pregnant. I noticed changes right away. Insomnia problems I’d had for years went away within a week. I accidentally gave up coffee bc I started drinking my pink drink in the morning. Despite everyone I know getting sick.. I stayed well.

I was starting to think there might be something to this. Then my allergy symptoms went away. It took me a while to realize I was breathing easily all the time. I didn’t need allergy meds. This was getting weird..

Then.. the pain I felt everyday in my feet and legs and shoulders went away. I didn’t need to take 4 ibprofin and a sleeping pill before bed. I started craving water. I wasn’t loosing weight yet but my body was changing. My skin was clearer the whites of my eyes were whiter. The dark circles under my eyes went away. I was seeing more definition in my body I was starting to see my jaw line and the bones in my hands and feet clearly bc inflammation was going away. I wasn’t craving soda in the afternoon. I wasn’t crashing and sleeping through Jackson’s naptime. I had energy during the day and slept hard at night. These are little things that add up to BIG things. I was feeling like myself.

we got pregnant! At that time I was taking slim, biocleanse, probio5 and xfactor as a prenatal. Shortly after we found out it was twins. Afraid that the pink drink (bc it’s called “slim” would make me loose weight I stopped taking it, and I stopped taking biocleanse for the same reason. (I had done no research on what these products did) my doctor was thrilled that I was on a multi with folate (not folic acid) and a quality probiotics.

That first appointment was tough. I was considered “high risk” because of the complications of the last pregnancy, because I was carrying multiples, because the fact I was “too short to carry twins” πŸ€”, I was “geriatric” (34), and overweight.

There were a LOT of red flags in my chart. My doctor told me to expect to spend a significant amount of my pregnancy hospitalized. That the girls would likely be born early and we should mentally prepare for them to spend months in the NICU.

My first trimester I had morning sickness a lot. (But.. I didn’t feel nauseous. Which meant I could live my life) I wasn’t having food aversions. I could still eat vegetables and meat. I was still craving water and sleeping good. My iron levels dipped (not bc I wasn’t eating meat this time it was because my body was making and moving blood for -3- humans) and my doctor allowed me to take Spirulina instead of a hard to digest iron supplement. (#bestdr)

My fatigue increased a little and I started researching the Plexus products more. I found that slim actually helps balance blood sugars and curb sugar cravings and biocleanse is just a really easy to absorb form of magnesium so it would pair well with all the extra iron I was needing. With my doctors approval I began taking the full Triplex with the xfactor as my prenatal and Spirulina for iron. That added up to a LOT to take everyday.

I worked at the Ronald McDonald house for 7 years. I sat with so many mommas while their premie babies were in the NICU. I listened to their stories. I heard their hurt. I knew that was a real possibility and I wanted to do everything I could to carry my girls as long as possible and help them grow as strong as possible.

I drank lots of water. I started reading about how your body absorbed nutrients. I laid on my left side as much as possible. I stayed off my feet as much as a working mom to a two year old allowed. I fed myself well. I cut back my hours at work.

Crazy things happened. They kept checking my cervix and warning my when it thinned I would be put on bedrest. (They predicted it would take another month)

Then the next time they measured it had thickened a half a centimeter. They allowed me to continue working.

They told me I was definitely going to fail the gestational diabetes test. I didn’t.

My blood pressure stayed low until the last 3 days before I delivered. I only gained 25 lbs. the entire pregnancy. (They measured both girls each visit via ultrasound bc they were concerned I wasn’t gaining the usual amount for twins. The girls charted right on schedule)

I was never put on bedrest. I didn’t have any swelling. I hardly had any heartburn. I wasn’t nearly as achey. I was able to work, chase my toddler and get through the day. I slept well at night. My doctor kept pushing my appointments further apart (she called it time off for good behavior πŸ˜‰) I was still going in for monthly appointments (only weekly my last two weeks) during my last trimester bc everything was going just as it should.

These pictures were take one month and then 2 weeks before I delivered.

I had Suuuuper belly. But I wasn’t miserable. I was taking J to the park. I was buying groceries. Living life. I spent 3 days in the hospital pregnant, not the majority of my pregnancy.

The girls came 5 weeks early. No c-section needed @4 lbs each. They spent Zero time in the NICU. They went right to our room along with us. All the nurses on our floor couldn’t believe how strong they were considering how tiny they were.

Here they are roughly the size of a water bottle πŸ€— they are in premie clothes here and you can see their pants are rolled down bc they were too big still.

For me Plexus changed everything. I should emphasize this is only my personal experience. What I experienced with and without Plexus during pregnancy. You should definitely talk to your doctor about any supplements you’re taking. But for me if I had it to do over again. I would have started taking these earlier. I believe they made all the difference for me. ❀️

18 in 2018 #2.. -sort of

#2 Finish assembling the Treadmill.

So I used to run. 3 miles 3-5x a week. Then I got pregnant, and I was advised to stop running until the babies came.

So we Rob moved the treadmill out to the garage.And now it’s been a year and I’m still not running. Bc our treadmill is in a pile of pieces.

(…Bc I lost the screws πŸ€¦πŸ»β€β™€οΈπŸ€·πŸ»β€β™€οΈ)

So I pouted.. and while I was pouting I listened to a podcast. This particular podcast is called By The Book. (Its great and funny you should listen) basically they read a self help book and follow it to the letter for 2 weeks and report back on how it goes. So they read “The Life Changing Magic of Tidying Up” by Marie Kondo. And tried Mari-kondoing their lives. Which made me think I should Mari-Kondo my life. (Well at least dig through the closets and find the damn treadmill screws.) which is what I did, and I did!

πŸ’ƒπŸ»πŸ’ƒπŸ»πŸ’ƒπŸ»so certainly I can take on the world!!

(…And I asked Rob to help me.)

At which point he diligently set to work and assembled it by himself in a matter of minutes.

Awesome right?! – Best.



But what now, this was my goal on my list.. does it still count if someone else does it? (Cause I am adding a LOT of things to my list of it does πŸ˜‰)

4 down.. 14 to go?

Should I add somethingnew in its place?

18 in 2018! #15!

15. Read one book for self improvement.

When I started my list I put

Read 25 books in 2018

Read.. one book a month

Read one book

Finally I settled on

15. read one book for self improvement


16. Read one book for fun.

Seemed attainable πŸ˜‰I choose this book after I heard Emily on a podcast. The focus is on creating margin in your life. It’s a quick easy read with practical tips for decluttering and simplifying different areas of your life as well as tips for setting healthy boundaries. Aaaaand it will totally prep me for #13 on my list purge each room in my house. ✨✨🏑✨✨

(#comingsoon Christy has a meltdown while she purges each room in her house.. it hasn’t happened yet just a prediction πŸ˜‰)

Not all her suggestions are winners for me, but it gave me some motivation and some guidelines to start purging and decluttering my house. Have any of you taken on that task? What helped you?

3 down 15 to go!!!

18 in 2018 #1!

Get off your duff and do the dumb chores your putting off.

1. Set the garage door code

2. Fix the Wonky Lampshades

3. Drag out the ladder and change the burnt out bulbs in the garage

4. Clean. Out. Your. Car.

1. Ok we moved 2 months ago and since we moved we have not known what our garage code is. (The same thing happened at our old place it’s really easy to change it usually involves hitting a button then punching in a new code) .. this is not a big deal. But it’s one of those things you should do.

I asked Rob to help thinking it was a 2 man job, and he came back exactly one minute later and told me it was done… she he gets credit for that one.

2. I bought these lamp shades off Facebook marketplace. They have sat crooked on the base since I bought them. And it has bothered me since I bought them. My sister told me the cure and from Pinterest of course. (Cardboard and 2 minutes, search wobbly lampshade haha) and boom. ✨✨

3. This is sooo dumb. But all the lights in our garage were burned out and our garage is crammed full of junk since the move so this task involved moving all the stupid junk piles so I could plant our ladder and switch them (total time investment about 10 minutes, and I whined the whole time bc It was sooo cold but πŸ’₯ boom πŸ’₯ boom πŸ’₯ pow πŸ’₯

4. Clean out your car.

Good. God.

Whew! Much better!

So NONE of these were hard. But they were just those weirdo chores that don’t fit into my regular life, or take oooonnne more minute then I want to spend. But getting them done felt so good! 2 down 16 to go!!

18 in 2018 #5!!!

As some of you know I set 18 goals for 2018. Some are silly some are big some many are small. I’ve never been big one one solid “resolution” but I do loooooove checking things off a list. I do them in no particular order and I only post what’s on the list as I accomplish them.

Also this year I have to accept grace over perfection. We are learning how to be a big family this year. That’s not a small task so .. there’s some low hanging fruit on my goal list. So be cool.

Bam-ba-da-dum #5

Make a real supper in the instant pot. (-That’s not a soup or a side dish, a whole supper that would normally take a stupid amount of time. )

Challenge accepted.

That’s a pot roast folks. (and potatoes and onions and some peppers and seasoning bc those foods are boring.) according to Pinterest this meal that would cook all day in the crock pot would be ready to eat after cooking it for 35 minutes in the Instant Pot.

Theory tested:

So I came back when it was done and low and behold

Super fantastic pot roast.

1 down 17 to go!! πŸ’ƒπŸ»πŸ’ƒπŸ»πŸ’ƒπŸ» stay tuned!


I’ve been warned not to make this post.

That it’s tempting fate, and we will cursed with terrible illness if I post. Blah blah.

But for me this is the real real. This nugget turns 3 today.

In those 3 years we have had -1- sick visit to the pediatrician. (Hand-foot-mouth, which is a virus) Which means he’s never had an ear infection (not one) never had one single round of antibiotics. No weirdo rashes, no stomach bugs. Despite 1000’s of trips to playgrounds, Itty Bitty City

and play dates.

Sure he gets an occasional cold here and there but no real sickness. want to know the secret?


Even before Plexus I took probiotics while I was pregnant. I took probiotics while I breast fed him. And now they are in his children’s multivitamin.

Why? Because 70-80% of your immune system is in your gut. Gut health is pretty simple (you weed, seed and feed. Weed out the bad bacteria seed it with good bacteria and then feed the good bacteria) That’s what Plexus does. That’s what brought me to Plexus and what kept me with Plexus.

To me it’s like sunblock, It just makes sense. We know the germs are out there, so why wouldn’t I strengthen my immune system as much as I can before I go out there. And I sure as HECK am going to arm my kiddos the best I can.

Let me be clear. I don’t believe it’s an invincibility cloak, he’s going to get sick. We all are. But if we can strengthen our chances of staying well I’m for it.

My twin girls are nearly 5 months. Born a month early. 4 lbs each. -0- antibiotics so far. Not to mention we made 22 trips (yes I counted.) to various Dr’s offices during their first 3 months alive. (They were 5 weeks early and therefore needed to be poked and prodded an examined from every angle from blood tests to hearing tests to physical therapy and everything in between.)

22 Days we were sitting In waiting rooms for various check ups sitting with sick people and no one got sick. It’s pretty impressive.

I know now that I’m clicking “publish” we will no doubt all get the flu tomorrow. But you know what I know even if we do it won’t be long lasting bc we put the good stuff in there to fight the good fight for us.

I believe in these products with my whole heart. If you have a kiddo with a weak immune system or one who’s had a few rounds of antibiotics and want to help build his immunity back up. This product is amazing. All my kids will take it.

If you have questions about this product, or probiotics in general for kids or for adults. I’ve done a lot of research on the topic and I’d be happy to help you search for your own answers. Just msg me ❀️

5 Things.

This morning I was listening to a podcast. It was all about the New Year and resolutions and intentions. I thought about all the years and all the intentions I set. Then I thought about moments of actual change.

Different then setting a goal. But a life defining event that left me different after. Just as clearly as if the path I was walking took an abrupt turn.

The seasons in life that can’t be unseen, or unlearned. And now you see life through a different lens forever.

I thought of 5.

1.Going to China. I was 20 when I went to China. I had never flown in a plane before and I landed in a foreign land with people I didn’t know well to spend a season of time. It was scary. I got lost. I didn’t speak the language. There was a SARS epidemic going on so a government official took my temperature before I could exit any form of public transportation. The bathrooms were weird and the food was odd. It stretched me. I was forced to see that millions and millions of people lived completely different kinds of lives then me. Felt pride and shame for different things then I did. Had different morals and manners and Gods. Going to China changed me. It made me feel like a much smaller piece of the world. What was seen couldn’t be unseen.

2. Becoming a parent. To be real. -I wasn’t happy when I saw the test results. I was afraid. I had set something in motion that wouldn’t be stopped. What if I failed. What if I broken him. What if he broke me. What if it broke my marriage? -what if I wasn’t enough. Bringing Jackson into the world gave me more confidence that I could do hard things then anything I’d ever done. Being completely responsible for a human life was harder and more challenging and more physical then anything I had ever attempted. Becoming a parent changed me. It does break you. And it binds you.

3. Loosing Warren. Rob has often said there is a version of he and I still sitting in that room where we found out. That version of us that walked in never walked out. Life would never ever be the same. The hurt will never ever go away. The world has a missing part. And it will never feel whole again. That there is a string that attaches us to that moment in time and each day and year that passes the string pulls at us a little tighter. We are the walking wounded. Only no one can see our wounds. This hurt is a part of us we will carry forever. It doesn’t make us stronger. But it changes our understanding of what a human can survive. Loosing Warren changed me. It gave me confidence of the level of pain that will not kill me. Its hard, and it’s sad. But it’s not without value.

4. Having Twins. This brought adulting to a new level. Realizing that no matter how hard it gets (the pregnancy, the delivery, the second delivery, being mom, and things like being someone’s emergency contact for the rest of my life) there isn’t anyone I can “tag in” no one can go through it for me. No one can do the hard work but me, and no matter how much “hard work” I put into today. It will never lighten tomorrow’s load. They will still need me to “mom” everyday for the rest of their lives in all of the forms that will take. Having twins changed my sense of purpose. Of who I wanted to be as a person bc little eyes were learning “how to person” by watching me. -so don’t whine about it. Do hard things.

5. Health scare. I had a few surgeries this year. But the real scare was my Post-partum preeclampsia. In the moment laying in a hospital bed with a specialist team trying and trying and failing to start an IV with my two 4 lb babies sleeping nearby. With Rob looking so somber. As my blood pressure rose higher ans higher. (210/110 and held) And no one. No one looking me in the eye. No one answering my question “what’s wrong? What’s about to happen?” Just hurried whispers and nervous glances from a team of medical professionals. Then finally “we better get her downstairs, we can’t help her here”. The first time I ever thought

-I might die.-

this could be the end. My kids could grow up without me. Fear of dying changed me. There was business to attend to, there were words to be said that no one can say but me.

The thing that is resonating with me from making this list is the word “fireproof” As a parent we shield our children from the world, from the scary things, and the evil things, and even from the hard things. But as I review my list (I realize I have lived a very privileged life) but also, life comes with scary and evil hard, right along with the wonders, and virtues and good. I’m reminding myself that life isn’t about shielding them from the fire. But teaching them how to survive it. “That the eels will not get you at this time” πŸ˜‰no one does the hard things for you. The only way out is through. And the strength and pride you will find in yourself from surviving will make you so much more seasoned for the next curve in the path. So when your forced to stretch and grow.. -Lean in.

So you got an Instapot, now what?

Well.. actually I got a crockpot multicooker.

But it’s basically the same appliance. I asked for it for Christmas and I thought I would be pumped to use it. But I found myself avoiding it.

What if I just burn everything into a shriveled oblivion??πŸ”₯

What if it exploded?!? πŸ’₯

Finally I decided that hard things don’t get easier by ignoring them and I should just get in there and start tinkering.

The first thing I realized is that I threw away the manual with the wrapping paper.


So I turned to a Fb instapot help group where everyone was talking about “the water test”

-apparently some crucial thing you’re supposed to do before you cook in it. I searched for it on YouTube and found that yes it tests the safety seal of the product but mostly it’s purpose it get you aquatinted with the matchine and not be afraid you’re going to melt your face off when you release the pressure. (I tried it. what the heck?)

That boosted my confidence enough to start searching Pinterest for recipes. I read sooo many, and in classic Christy (“I’ll do what I want!”) fashion I just decided to go my own way. I like to cook my throwing in what sounds good to me not by following recipes. So I gathered up what I could find for a curry.

(The la croix is just for drinking not for curry haha) *not pictured a red onion and cumin)

Cubed up the chicken and diced the peppers and onion (that’s a pablano and a Jalepeno)

SautΓ©ed garlic and coconut oil (I didn’t measure but maybe 3 tbsp coconut and 2 tsp garlic) added the chicken for a few minutes then peppers and onion until they cooked down added all the liquids and spices (tomatoes, tomato sauce, chicken stock concentrate and milk) stirred it up and decided to cook it on low pressure for 5 min. Smelled great cooked well but was way to watery. The recipes I read said you need extra moisture when you pressure cook but I think I over did it. So I left the lid off and let it sautΓ©ed for another 20 to thicken.

I know I’m new at this but that’s my only beef with it so far. It seems like it works great but I’m just not convinced it will save me time over just cooking this on a stew pot on the stove. Maybe it’s just Bc I’m new and haven’t got it fine tuned yet. Time will tell. But for tonight we’ve got thick spicy chicken curry and I’m excited to eat it! What are your favorite recipes?