Monday, December 28, 2009

Our Merry Christmas!

We had a wonderful Christmas! Although Will did celebrate his first Christmas last year (at 2 months old) I keep thinking that this was his first Christmas. He definitely seemed to enjoy this one a lot more!

~Will playing with the gift I made him~

This is the first year I have had time at home to make lots of yummy Christmas desserts! Within the 2 weeks before Christmas I made: Baklava, Chocolate Fudge, Cream Cheese Brownies, Oatmeal Scotchies, Biscotti, Cookies and Cream Fudge, Peanut Butter Balls, Galaktoboureko, Cinnamon Rolls, and Soda Cracker Toffee. Phew. I think that is everything!

~Some of the desserts I made~

I love Christmas, but never liked the stress of gift shopping. Not knowing what to get, and getting something just to have something to give. This year with money being tight, we went real lite on the gift giving, and I made all of my gifts.

~Gifts I made for my sisters~

Our church had a very nice Christmas Candlelight service. I loved getting us all dressed up!

~My Little Family~

We went over to my family's house Christmas morning for gift sharing and a GREAT breakfast (thanks mom!).

~Christmas Morning Family Picture~

Sunday, December 6, 2009

Red Kitchen

I spend a lot of time in my kitchen: Eating, cooking, cleaning, eating again. I enjoy spending time in there too. I wasn't happy with how it looked though, so I decided to paint it....RED!



I LOVE my new kitchen!

Friday, October 30, 2009

Lions, and Tigers and...Dinosaurs? Oh my!

Growing up in my family we never celebrated Halloween, and we will continue that tradition with our children. I was given a couple hand me down costumes though, and couldn't pass up the opportunity to put them on Will!

Saturday, October 24, 2009

My Little Man

One year ago today my sweet, energetic, beautiful baby boy was born! I always regretted not writing out his wonderful birth story, so in honor of his first it is!

Let me preface this with a few facts. I got Braxton Hicks contractions ALL THE TIME. No lie. Starting at about 5 months. Some days, a bit later in the pregnancy (30wks or so), I got them 3 min apart. All. Day. Long. Scary, oh yeah. So, me and B. Hicks became pretty good friends. Sometimes I didn't even notice him hanging around. You could say we were pretty tight. (Haha. Sorry, I couldn't resist!)

A month or so before my due date, I started getting very itchy on my hands, feet, belly. A condition called Cholestasis, that potentially could be harmful to the baby. My mom had it while pregnant with me, which gave me a higher risk of having it myself. Not fun at all. A week or so before my due date my midwife took a blood sample to see what was going on.

Even before I was pregnant, I knew I wanted to try and have a safe, natural and, most of all, healthy birth experience. We took Bradley Method birthing classes where we learned all about interventions, ways to naturally progress labor, and how to best prepare yourself for a natural, drug free birth. A goal of mine was to wait as long as I could to go to the hospital.

Monday, October 20th 2008. My due date. The day that had been in the front of my mind for quite some time now. The day I kept on telling myself, over and over, most likely would not be "the day". The day that, lo and behold, came and went like any other days past with nary a sign. Disappointing, yes, but I didn't let it get me down. Even though my back was achy, my bladder always full, and I couldn't put on my socks or stand up or sit down without shooting pain in my pelvis, the fact that one more day had passed meant I was only that much closer to seeing my son.

I kept waddling along. Still working at the Y. Everyone looking at me wide eyed and convinced that I was going to pop right there and ruin the new carpet, and stating "What?! They haven't induced you yet??" No sir! Not me.

Friday, October 24th. I woke up feeling the same old, same old. I didn't have work that day, so I was lazily lounging around the house. My Uncle G. stopped by with a baby gift, and then around 1pm I headed off to my scheduled doctors appointment. The nurse did her ritual: checking vitals, weight (eek!), and asked if I had been feeling any signs of labor. I said no. Oh sure, I had been getting my good ol' "Braxton Hicks" all day, but what else was new. My midwife came in, and measured me. Said he felt on the small side. About 7 lbs. Hey, sounds good to me!

She went on to tell me that my blood test had come back negatively, but that in pregnancy that certain test always came out that way. Oh ok. Makes sense. So, she wanted to get another, different, blood test done. Also, because I was sooooooo late, a whole 4 days, and because of this whole blood fiasco, she wanted to me have a non-stress test done, and if possible an ultra sound. Just to make sure that everything was peachy. Having been to Bradley classes and learned all about (early) interventions, I weighed my options. In my heart I felt that my baby was going to be absolutely fine. In my head, I didn't want to be stupid, so I agreed to do the non-stress test. I got there at 3pm, got all hooked up, and my husband, Dean, met me there. I was having "contractions" every 3 minutes lasting 20 sec, and my back was starting to ache a bit during them. I thought It was because I had been laying on my back that whole hour. I passed the test with flying colors, and although the doctors were skeptical, we went home.

At 5pm my midwife calls to say that they won't be able to get the results of the blood test back for a whole week (she was hoping to have them by that night), and she and the head doctor thought it would be best to come in right away to be induced. Seriously?! I did NOT like that options. That would ruin my plans for the evening. A barn dance at the Beinettis!

5:30pm. At this point, I finally convinced myself that I was, in fact, in early labor. I decided against being induced (tough decision!) and began getting ready for some dancing!

6:30pm. Progressing along quicker then I thought I would. Contractions become very uncomfortable, and I have to stop and breath through them. I was still getting them 3 minutes apart, as I had been for most of the day. It being my first pregnancy and all, I figured I would be laboring for quite some time, and decided instead of pacing around the house I would go on to the barn dance. That time would pass quicker if I had a distraction. We picked up my good friend, Hannah, who would be at the birth, and off we went!

Around 7:30pm we get to the dance. (I was still having contractions about every 3 min while in the car, laying in the backseat.) All the mothers, including my own, took one look at me swaying back and forth with my head down, and told Dean we were crazy for being there.

Times get a bit fuzzy here. I had other stuff to concentrate on other then the time. I'd say around 8:30pm, my contractions were now 2 minutes apart and extremely intense. I was having a lot of back labor also. I decided it was about time we left. I went to the bathroom, my dad prayed over me. I started feeling nauseous as I got in the car. My mom, who was at the dance, came with us.

The three other non-pregnant-and-not-in-labor-people in the car figured we would swing by the house to get the bags, and go right to the hospital (which was one block from our house). Sounds logical to But then, I just wanted to be in my own bed. So, in we went. To my bed. I was having contractions every 1 minute. I began to get very emotional, and was able to recognize this as transition. After 10 min or so, It was decided by all that we should go to the hospital. Between contractions I was able to get out of bed and stand at the dresser before another one hit. At that point I felt an extreme urge to push. Oooh boy. I was getting them every 30 sec now as we made our way to the car. As we pulled up to the hospital my water breaks while in the car. I get in the wheelchair, and have a contraction while in the elevator. We come up to the lovely lady in triage who just stares at us....wait for it, wait for it......3, 2, 1 AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH! (That was me trying to scream into the pillow, but not being successful). Doors fly open. I get rushed into the first room. Get "checked" for the first time, and was fully complete. It was 9:30pm, and I started pushing right away. At 10:05pm William Dean Eaton III was born, all 8lbs 11oz of him (what happened to my 7lb baby??), and what a wonderful feeling that was!

Oh, how much my life, our life, has changed in this past year. In what seems like a blink of an eye, my little baby has grown into a strong, smart and oh so handsome "little man" as I like to call him.

Happy 1st Birthday William. I love you!

Monday, October 19, 2009

"Not Me" Monday

During a car trip over the weekend I did not just continually feed Will for the whole 2 1/2 hours there to keep him quiet and happy.

Yesterday, I most certainly did not put on a load of wash containing some dirty cloth diapers, only to find out when I went to put it in the dryer that they were, in fact, still very dirty. So, I did not have to re-wash it 2 more times, just in case.

To keep Will occupied while I am busy in the kitchen I most certainly do not let him stand at the fridge, with the door open, and turn the light on and off. Nope. Not Me!

I am completely green and would never waste energy like that!

Last, but not least, my baby did not take his first 2 steps last night!

Friday, October 9, 2009

Grandma Genevieve Eaton

I knew Grandma Eaton for only 4 short years. She lived over 3 hours away, so we unfortunately didn't get to see her much, but she was still everything a grandma could be to me. Whenever we went to visit we would go to Old Country Buffet for lunch. Upon returning back to her house, although stuffed as can be, she would immediately offer us multiple sweets; Ice cream sandwiches, cookies and everyone's favorite: homemade by her and fellow church members, chocolate peanut butter and coconut balls, that she kept nice and cold in the fridge. She would show us her photo albums, with some new, but mostly old, seen-before-pictures. It made her happy to have us look through them, so we gladly did. She always had some sort of trinkets set aside that she thought we might like to take home with us. We would talk about the goings-on of other family members, watch a little t.v., sign her guest book and then head on back home. She was great about staying in touch. Calling on special occasions, and writing letters on her old typewriter. She would write about this and that, and always remembered the littlest of things: wondering how Deans work van was doing or if we had health insurance yet. She cared for her sick husband for years all on her own, before he passed last year. She was selfless, thoughtful, and caring.

Grandma Genevieve Eaton passed away suddenly, yesterday, at the age of 89. I will miss her dearly.

William only met his Great-Grandma Eaton once, but we will make sure he knows all about her!

Thursday, September 17, 2009

Her Arms are Strong...

Proverbs 31:17, 25

She sets about her work vigorously; her arms are strong for her tasks. She is clothed with strength and dignity; she can laugh at the days to come.

Exercise. A lot of people cringe at just at the thought of it. It can be very hard sometimes to find the motivation you need to get up and start moving. I am very thankful that I actually enjoy working I have been working out on a regular basis for a good 6 years, but it hasn't always been that way. I was not a very active child. I played with dolly's instead of sports, and struggled with weight issues into my teens. I had low self-esteem, and was often sick. When I was 17, I decided to start running. It was very hard at first. I couldn't even make it 1/4 mile before having to stop from cramps and being out of breath. It would have been much easier to just quit, but the more I pushed the easier it became and the farther I was able to go. It took patience and perseverance, blood, sweat and tears, (well, I don't know about the blood and tears part, but there most certainly was a lot of sweating!) and it has definitely paid off! I have been able to maintain a healthy weight, (before, during and after my pregnancy), my self-confidence is high, and besides an occasional stuffy nose, I almost never get sick. Exercising has become a part of me.

My workout routine has definitely changed since I had a baby. Before baby, I was able to sleep through the night, and feel refreshed in the morning. I was on my own schedule. Only had me to worry about. Life was a lot more flexible. Now I live on baby time. Sleep is interrupted and over way to quickly. You wake up still tired, and find it hard to get motivated to do your daily chores, let alone exercise! One moment baby is happy as a clam, and the next just won't stop crying. I have found that having a scheduled and structured workout routine just does not work. I have had to become creative and spontaneous with my exercising.

I love that I am able to have a gym membership, but some of you may not have one. Going to the gym is not the only way to get a workout. I am very thankful to have gotten a jogging stroller (off Craigs List! Thanks honey!), which I highly recommend getting if you are able to do so. It is so easy to just go outside and run or walk when you find that you have some free time! It really doesn't take any planning. You can do it anytime that works for you and baby. You are always close to home if baby decides he needs something. It might even help calm a crabby baby. I know it did for mine!

If you have more then one child try to make it a priority to have a baby sitter or have daddy watch the kids.

Another easy way to get a workout in is to just do it in your living room. You can do it with baby awake or sleeping. You can do it with one, two, or ten kids. "But Stacey", you say, "I'm not a personal trainer. What on earth would I do? I would have no clue where to begin!" Oh, I am glad you asked that! I, myself, am no expert, but there are countless workout videos out there; From beginner to advanced, kickboxing to pilates, that you can follow along with. "But Stacey", you say, "I can't afford to buy an expensive workout dvd set!" Oh but you don't need to buy them! You can borrow them from your local library! Yep, that's right. I have found that my local library system has a huge variety of exercise videos. Every week you can do a different workout! My personal favorite so far? The biggest loser workouts. I especially love Jillian Michaels 30 day shred. She has 3 different levels of difficulty, and goes at a really good pace (as do all the Biggest Loser workouts). I really feel the burn after doing that! It's only 20 minutes too!

I suggest you stay away from Shiva Rea's Creative Core Abs. That lady is not human. No one should be able to fold like that!

Side note:
Some of the videos require hand held weights. I haven't been able to invest in hand weights yet, so I just use big cans of beans! It works!

When I was able to get to the gym, I found myself doing things there that I could easily be doing at home. Stretches, crunches, push-ups, etc. I decided to make it a point to do my crunches at home, and use the time at the gym to do things I wasn't able to do at home. But then, I had trouble remembering to do them, and the only time I thought about doing them was when I was at the gym. It was a vicious cycle, but I found an answer for it. I set a daily alarm on my phone for a time I knew I would be home the majority of the time. 9:15pm worked for me. You should try it! If you need ideas for more variety in your ab workouts, you can just go to

For a lot of us, seeing the number go down on the scale is what keeps us motivated to keep on exercising, which isn't necessarily a bad thing. But don't make that your main goal. If that is your only driving force, you are doomed to fail. Think of it as an extra bonus if it does happen. There are also some of you out there who are blessed with a high metabolism, and think "I don't need to lose weight, so why should I exercise?" Well, think again.

Here are a few reasons why everyone should strive to make exercise not just something you check off of your to-do-list, but to make it a part of your daily lifestyle.

Working out regularly will:

- Help you sleep better.

- Improve your mood and due to the chemicals it releases in the brain called endorphins, it will give you an overall feeling of well-being.

- Reduce the risk for several diseases including heart disease, high blood pressure, and cancer.

- Reduce the effects of aging.

- Reduce the incidence of injury and also reduce the chances of illness.

- Reduce or maintain body weight or body fat.

- Build and maintain healthy muscles, bones, and joints

When you are having trouble getting motivated, really focus on how good it makes you feel when your done. Taking only 30 minutes out of your day to exercise can drastically change your life, and everyone around you! When I exercise, I feel less stressed and it boost my self-esteem. I am energized, more focused, and just plain old happier after a good workout. Above all else, it keeps me healthy.

Side note: Along with regular exercise, in order to have maximum results, you also need to focus on your eating habits, but that is a whole other post on its own!

Friday, September 11, 2009

My First Blog

I never thought I would be doing this. Blogging. I didn't really think anyone would want to read what I have to say. Maybe they still don't. I guess what has changed is that...I don't care. I am going to say it anyways!

Two years ago I read Kevin Trudeau's "Natural Cures They Don't Want You to Know About." It completely changed my life. Although I may not agree with everything he had to say; alien bodies in New Mexico, etc., his book opened my eyes to a whole new world. A world of corrupted, power hungry people (FDA, drug companies, food industry) who want to dumb down America without you having a clue. Well, I have a clue now. I will not just sit back and let it happen to me and my family, and I don't want it happening to you! That is the main reason I started this here blog. To share what I have learned and what I am still learning every day!