The perfect Wodehouseian breakfast.
The perfect Wodehouseian breakfast.
Vintage Pyrex may be becoming an addiction.
The kick in the pants I have been needing this week came from my sweet sister-in-law Amber, of the English Travelers, via her sister, Chelsie.
I’m still thinking about a specific reward, but the satisfaction of being this focused is a huge motivating factor right now. I will be shooting for 150 points, thinking that will take me up to my birthday, if I work hard.
Want to join in? Check out Amber’s post for more details!
About a month ago, Dan and I decided to modify our family’s diet. It hasn’t been a huge deal at home, but when we go out and about, I hear my children chatting with folks about our “diet” and what is or isn’t on said diet, and it sounds weird to me. I have known people who have cumbersome diets, and whose children are so restricted that they become obsessed with food in general. Really, their parents too. I don’t want us to be one of those families, but on the other hand we really feel that the changes we have made have been for a specific purpose and have already been beneficial to that end. Oh, the quandary!
Why did we decide to do what we are doing? Well, Dan has horrible, awful, no good teeth, and he has had since he was a very small child. My teeth on the other hand, have always been good, and at nearly thirty I have still never had to have a filling. We hoped that the kids would just somehow get my good teeth, but we still took precautions. We have always brushed the kids teeth ourselves, to make sure that it is done well. We used fluoride rinses (’cause hey, that’s what you are supposed to do!) and have always limited the sugar intake. The kids NEVER have soda, and only rarely have candy (like when Grandma visits). Kinsley, at age six, had to have a pulpotomy on a back molar. Truxton (who we had allowed to develop a juice addiction) began to show signs of rotting on the inside part of his two front teeth, though to this day he has never complained about that. Then, the final blow came when we discovered a cavity on Sophie’s six year (permanent) molar and a small cavity on one of her front teeth.
At the end of February, we called to make an appointment with the pediatric dentist (who we came to love through his handling of Kinsley’s tooth issue) and the date was set for the end of April. That day I kept thinking about mercury in fillings, (I know that there’s a lot of debate out there about mercury) but I just kept thinking that there had to be a better way. I learned from chatting with our family dentist that the newer plastic and composite fillings contain BPA, and we really didn’t want to go that route, either.
Really, I just did not want the kids to have to have fillings at this early age. What to do?? So I went to pinterest (the ladies’ Google, right?) and found all sorts of interesting stuff, including this mama’s testimony, along with this mama’s testimony, which together led me to Ramiel Nagel’s book, Cure Tooth Decay. Being a cheapskate, I didn’t want to buy the book, so I tried to google my way around it, adding lots of diet related stuff to my month’s bucket style to do list on pinterest, but the more I searched, the more I wanted to read his book.
That night when Dan came home he said that he had been thinking all day at work that there just had to be a better way to handle our tooth problems. So I showed Dan the book, and articles and videos of all the testimonies I had been browsing, and he agreed that we should just get the book so that we could see what, if any, science is behind all these claims. We bought it that night, and skimmed as much as we could take in. Dan is ever skeptical of any of these faddish type diet claims, being a biology minded guy (is that really a thing?) and I knew that if we were really going to make real changes, they would have to be across the board for our whole family, therefore Dan would have to believe they were worth the effort. Basically, in the end, Dan thought Mr. Nagel’s interpretations of various studies, including the work of Weston A Price, made a lot of sense.
What exactly do we do? I will say that while I wish we could carry out the protocol exactly as described in the book, we are living in the real world, and we aren’t made of money.
We try to keep in mind these three main things:
We are still learning what’s what in this process, and what we actually do or don’t consume seems to vary as our understanding grows and changes.
Right now we are avoiding sugar, oats, legumes, and most grains. The protocol for curing tooth decay is very similar to a primal or paleo style diet, which is how I personally prefer to eat.
We consume lots of whole dairy, especially raw dairy when we can get it. We eat meat, and lots of fresh veggies. I try to use home made bone broths in cooking. We increased our consumption of organ meats (lamb that we had raised and calf liver especially). Eggs are our friends. We sprout lots of sprouts, make kombucha, eat homemade sourdough bread, and fermented veggies. We try to eat shrimp at least once or twice a month. Basically, if it is a processed, quick and easy style meal, it’s a safe bet that we want to avoid it for some reason or other.
We decided that we can’t afford the really good cod liver oil that is recommended in the book, but we buy the best cod liver oil that fits reasonably into our budget. We think coconut oil is GOOD stuff. Dan and I even use coconut oil for oil pulling, but that’s a whole ‘nother blog post. We changed to a home made toothpaste, but the jury is still out on what our favorite recipe is.
Basically, we shop at our normal stores (Aldi and Kroger mainly) and buy what we can afford to buy. We feel that cutting out the bad stuff has to be doing us some good, even if we aren’t able to replace it with the best of the best organic meats and veggies.
Within the first week, we were pretty sure that we saw visible improvement with Sophie’s teeth, and now (three or four weeks in) we are certain that Truxton and Sophie’s teeth are better, though they still are not completely healed. Neither of them complain at all about toothaches. We canceled Sophie’s appointment with the pediatric dentist.
It’s encouraging to remember that Dr. Weston Price reversed tooth decay in a group of children he studied with just one good meal (bone broth, raw milk, cod liver oil, and butter oil) a day. They continued to eat their poor diet consisting of refined fried junky foods and sweets like donuts and cereals for the rest of their meals.
In the end, we do the best we can, don’t sweat it too much, and trust that God will bless our efforts to be good stewards of what he has given us, dentally and financially!
It was bedtime, and we were wrapping up our evening with family devotions.
On this night, Truxton was ready with a barrage of questions.
When we see God when we go to live with Him, will he be wearing clothes?
When we live with God, will there be toys there?
What if a monster already got me and you and Mama and Gillian and we are already with God?
Does it take a long time to get to God when we die?
But if someone shoostes us, or kills us with a sword or a speared, then how are we going to get the blood off of us when we are with God?
With God, is it going to be like it is here, and will we still be all together?
Oh, sweet little boy.
In a way I am glad that he can’t imagine a life sweeter than his own, but we also want to instill a surety that it will be so much better than we can imagine.
May God give us wisdom as we tend these little souls for Him.
It’s one of those Mondays. You know the kind – they come after a busy week and they lead the way into another busy week. They bring with them heaps of laundry and dishes, and cranky children and messy bedrooms. They often do not accommodate school schedules, naps, or well rested mothers. They often do accommodate freak accidents like pudgy baby fingers stuck in heat vents, chalk drawings on the floors, and leaking washing machines.
It’s the kind of Monday where I consider breaking my habit of procrastination by watching a marathon of Downton Abby (because really, I have been meaning to start that series!)
I decide to wash the towels, since we are all out of clean ones and it’s quite possible that one of the parents in this house might get a shower in at some point today.
There’s a load in the dryer that has probably been there since sometime early last week. That explains where all of our napkins have been! I heap it out onto a kitchen chair because there are no empty laundry baskets to be found and sit and stare at it while I consume my second cup of coffee this morning.
Gillian gets right to work on the laundry. Oh, the energy of the twenty one month old! As I admire her cuteness, I remember my recently formed (even still forming) conviction to express my gratitude in all things. I begin to thank Him for pudgy baby hands and cheeks, Gillian’s frizzy baby ‘fro, clean laundry, the warmth of the kitchen, the heaps of dishes reminding me that my children have full bellies, the health of my children.
I am blessed beyond measure. I am loved by a good God.
Give thanks to the LORD, for he is good; his love endures forever.
Nature study is an area that consistently suffers in our schooling, even though I was determined not to let it slide.
So when the Xplor magazine showed up and peaked Kinsley’s interest in opossums, I decided to roll with it, mostly to assuage the guilty feeling of failure.
The Handbook of Nature Study didn’t have anything on the opossum (Did I miss it? Are they not blessed with these chicken eatin’ varmints across the pond??) so we turned to youtube. Where we basically got distracted by cute possum videos for 45 minutes. I suffer from shiny object syndrome.
(I actually kind of feel like that mama possum sometimes.)
We learned that baby opossums are about the size of a kidney bean when they are born and that an entire litter can fit in a teaspoon. The gestation period is only 13 days, and they nurse without stopping for two solid months. They are the only marsupials in the US. Fascinating!
Then we sketched us some ‘possum (this is acceptable grammar when discussing a possum, I believe).
Then Kinsley read to us from The Adventures of Unc’ Billy Possum.
She is quite the expressive reader!
I am motivated to do better at nature study again. For now.
We were peacefully doing our artist study this afternoon. At least as peacefully as we ever do anything around here. The artist for this term is Jacob van Ruisdael, and today the girls were imitating his style using the painting Two Watermills and an Open Sluice at Singraven (in case you want to know ).
I had settled the two youngest with children’s watercolors and was using the time to organize our nature study for the week, and enjoy a cup of coffee.
I really wasn’t paying attention to Gillian, who was keeping herself quite busy.
It was a moment of weakness for which I paid dearly.
This last is gift from my sweet sister-in-law, Amber. She and Jared even hung it up for me when I was gone one day. It is the perfect thing for my kitchen, and we all really love it!
Last night Sophie was gazing contemplatively up at it and said “All of our aunts and uncles are such amazing artists!” So true, Sophie Lou.
Last night we attended a Christmas concert performed by the 399th Army Band from Fort Leonard Wood. It was very good, and the kids danced the entire hour away.
Halfway through, one of the sergeants invited the audience to join her in a moment of silence to honor those who had lost loved ones that morning. Afterward she commented that music connects people of every creed, race and religion, and how if we focus on the beautiful, it can prevent the ugly things in our world.
I was struck with sadness at how utterly hollow those words must seem to those who had lost their loved one to any kind of senseless violence.
The sergeant then began to sing beautifully one of my favorite songs “What a Wonderful World,” and the song struck me as almost ludicrous to follow up the moment of silence designed to commemorate such carnage as some families had suffered.
Maybe I really over thought the entire thing, but as I listened to the words: I see trees of green…….. red roses too… I began to think of how all the ugliness of this world must make a heart hunger for what is not ugly, what is Light, and Beauty and What is Utterly Good. As Ann Voskamp penned in her book 1000 Gifts:
That which tears open our souls, those holes that splatter our sight, may actually become the thin, open places to see through the mess of this place to the heart-aching beauty beyond. To Him.”
I see skies of blue….. clouds of white… And I thought, maybe this song is more fitting than I first thought, especially to those of us who have a Hope. God has given us so much beauty, and yes, it is a wonderful world, because He is a wonderful Creator God.
We are here, in this undeniably imperfect and hard world, but we can choose to see the beauty with the ugly through a lens of true thanksgiving and remember that God is with us and for us. He weeps with us, treasures our tears, and He is good.
“…the secret to joy is to keep seeking God where we doubt He is.”
― Ann Voskamp
The sergeant may speak of an overly simplistic view of life, perhaps because she failed to acknowledge God where we most need to see His face, but as a Christian, I was thankful for Louis Armstrong’s reminder, intentional or no, of the beauty that abounds here, and how much we do have for which to be thankful and joyful.
“Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable–if anything is excellent or praiseworthy–think about such things.” Phillipians 4:8