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Saturday, December 21, 2013

Simple Christmas Fudge

Merry Christmas!!! I can't believe it's that time of year already. Christmas always seems to sneak up but this year it practically ambushed me. I guess being a new mom will do that to you. My days seem to blur together with slobbery kisses and dirty diapers but it's the best kind of blur there is! 

This year we're hosting Christmas for my parents and the in-laws so I did manage to get the tree up and the halls decked but time seriously got away from me after that.

So, if you find yourself with a sleepin' babe,

 and need a holiday treat that looks impressive but can be made during nap time, check this out!

 I love me some Pioneer Woman and the other day she gave a recipe for INSANELY simple fudge. I tried it out and was instantly impressed.

To make the basic fudge, all you need is:

  • 12oz Chocolate Chips
  • 1 Can Sweetened Condensed Milk
That's IT.

You melt the chips in a double boiler.

until smooth

then add in the condensed milk.

Once it's incorporated, smooth it into a parchment paper lined dish and pop in the refrigerator for an hour or so.

I wanted to fancy it up a little so I experimented with some different flavor combos.

The first one I tried was mint. As the fudge was cooling, I sprinkled Andes mint chips over the top.

Then topped it with Christmas sprinkles.

I spiced it up the next batch with cinnamon and cayenne pepper

and topped it with hazelnuts.

Then the lil angel woke up and joined me. I got distracted and stopped making fudge.

 But then daddy came home and swooped her up. This is how they roll.

That gave me enough time to try one more flavor, orange! I zested a couple of oranges into the melting chocolate and added some almond extract

and topped it with more zest.

If the chocolate seizes up when you add the milk or the extract, you can add in a cap full of vegetable oil and keep stirring over medium heat until it smooths out.

And there you have it, simple, elegant and delicious!

I think the orange is my favorite but the cinnamon/cayenne is SO good too and Mr. B loves the mint. Now, please excuse me while I stuff my face with fudge wrap presents!

Merry Christmas!!!


Mrs. B

Monday, October 28, 2013

Lemon Ginger Oatmeal Cookies

Have you ever come across a great recipe in an odd place? Well, that's exactly what happened to me. Mr. B had to have a minor sinus surgery (the man had a cyst the size of a walnut, with the shell, inside of his sinus cavity!!!) last week. Yea, I know, this is not the best way to start out a recipe post. Bear with me. At the post-op we were waiting to be called back and the receptionists had the Food Network playing on the lobby tv. Smart move ladies, I'll patiently wait ALL DAY as long as I can get my filmed food fix. Well, Ten Dollar Dinners was on and she was just about to start the dessert when "Mr. B, come on back." Grrrr, foiled by punctual medical staff! We were whisked away and they proceeded to torture him follow up on his surgery. I missed the segment but the title stuck with me long enough to get home and google that bad boy. What goodness stayed in my head long even through all the medical drama? LEMON. GINGER. OATMEAL. COOKIES. Let me be the first to say I'm not a big fan of oatmeal cookies BUT you throw in a little citrus and spice and I'm there.

This recipe did not disappoint. It was easy to make and the cookies actually taste better the next day. That's unusual for cookies. For me, they're at their best right out of the oven. While these were good warm, they were FANTASTIC the next day... when I had them for breakfast.


Tuesday, September 17, 2013

Oven Roasted Tomatoes

Hey, hey, hey! Thought I'd take a break from diapers and my full-time gig as a 24-hour, all you can eat milk buffet to give a quick and easy way to use up all those tomatoes that are in risk of rotting on the vine!

Since I've been recouping from my c-section the last few weeks, I haven't been cooking very much. This makes me sad, but healing and a newborn are a sure way to keep a girl out of the kitchen!  It took about two weeks for me to make my way to the garden to check things out and WHOA, I had a ton of tomatoes that were begging to be picked! After trying to add fresh tomatoes into just about everything but my cereal, I decided it was time to try a different approach to use them up.

Mr. B mentioned he would enjoy sun-dried tomatoes but since I'm a little wary of leaving food outside to dry, I fired up the oven!

Monday, September 2, 2013

Baby Grace

Proverbs 3:5-6
5 Trust in the Lord with all your heart,
And lean not on your own understanding;
6 In all your ways acknowledge Him,
And He shall direct your paths.

I woke up at 5:30am on August 22, 2013 praying that it would be the day I would meet my daughter. I was 41 weeks and 4 days pregnant and running up against the dreaded 42 week "PAST DUE" mark, the generic expiration date for pregnancies in the U.S. The previous week had been spent trying to initiate labor. Long walks around the National Mall, acupuncture, cervadil and a Cook's catheter (look it up if you aren't familiar, eeek), followed by castor oil and much intestinal protest. That day I would face another round of cervadil if nothing happened on its own. 

From the day I found out I was pregnant, I felt compelled to have as close to a natural birth as possible. I researched and planned and read birth stories and watched documentaries and just knew that a home birth was the route that I should take. Mr. B and I took classes on natural childbirth. I studied self hypnosis for pain management. For nine months I treated my pregnancy and upcoming labor as a job and did everything I could to prepare for the the perfect home birth.

As I lay in bed that morning praying for God to grant me my wish and start my labor, I felt my daughter jolt twice. Not only did I feel it but I thought I HEARD it. That was odd but it was early in the morning and I could have just imagined hearing it. A few minutes later I knew it wasn't my imagination. I rolled over and felt the "gush" I'd heard so much about. My water had broken!!! "This is it! Praise God!!" I pretty much squealed. He had answered my prayer so definitively I couldn't believe it happened just like that!  I woke up Mr. B with the good news and we waited for labor to begin.

Anticipating the beginning of the end of my pregnancy!
We waited, and we waited, and we waited. By noon, contractions still hadn't begun. I called my midwives who suggested I come in to be checked and possibly start the cervadil after all. We arrived at the birth center around 4pm. I was dilated to 3cm, which was where I had been since the Cook's catheter two days earlier. Since my water had now been broken for almost 12 hours, the midwives wanted to start the cervadil to get things going. If you aren't familiar with how all this works, once your water breaks, you need to be in active labor and progressing well by 24 hours or your risk for infection becomes a big issue. After a couple hours of being monitored at the birth center, they sent us home to wait for labor to begin. The cervadil kicked in and I began to have regular contractions. They weren't terribly strong but they were happening and I was excited.

My mom helping me work through a contraction before the midwife arrived
Around 11 pm, I decided to call the midwife to see if she would come over.  Interestingly, at 10pm the midwives had changed shifts and the midwife who was now on call was the midwife I had been praying would attend my birth. She said she would be over shortly to check me, even though I didn't feel like I was in "active" labor yet. She wanted to see if the now six hours on cervadil had helped me to progress beyond 3cm. We called the birth assistant and my bestie, Mrs. S, to let them know the midwife was on her way. About an hour later everyone descended on our place. The midwife promptly ushered me into our bedroom for the moment of truth.

NOTHING, nothing had changed. I was still a 3 and my water had been broken for 17 hours! In an instance my hopes for a tranquil, candle-lit, water birth were gone. I would need to transfer to the hospital. The midwife made no bones about it, I was not progressing and would need something stronger, pitocin. I know it sounds silly but that word broke my heart. My entire pregnancy I had focused on avoiding medical augmentation to escape the dreaded "cascade of interventions" that so many women become caught up in and too often wind up with a cesarean.  I could no longer hold back my tears. I lost it. So much for being calm and composed. Everything became a blur. The midwife on the phone with the hospital, my husband frantically trying to pack the bag we were so sure we wouldn't need. Mrs. S directing us on what we would need and helping to keep my mom focused and calm. I sat on the bed stunned, crying. I was a mess.

Finding humor through all the craziness
By the time we were admitted to our room it was after 1 am. 21 hours since my water broke but since we were now in the hospital and in a "sterile" environment, the pressure to be delivered by 24 hours was not as urgent anymore. The interventions began. First with an IV. It took FIVE tries to insert my IV! My arms are still black and blue. Then they began Pitocin. They were only able to take it up to a level 2 before the baby started to show decelerations, aka her heart rate was dropping during the contractions. They stopped the pit to give us both a rest. I was exhausted. It had been over 24 hours since I slept and creeping up on 12 hours since I last ate. The best I could do was sneak in a few bites of granola bar here and there. As the morning wore on, I resigned myself to the inevitable. I was going to have a c-section. Then something great happened. The doctors changed shifts and two new physicians came to meet me.

I have to add in here that I was blown away by hospital staff. I was terrified that I would be treated poorly because I had transferred in at the last minute having never seen a doctor there or even taken a hospital tour. What I found was the opposite. The entire staff was so kind, compassionate and helpful. They took copies of my birth plan (or what remained of it) and really tried to adhere to it. They showed us respect for trying to have a home birth and sympathy that the plan had not worked. That was definitely a pleasant and welcome surprise. The new doctors were no exception. After I was checked again and still at 3cm, I just KNEW they were going to call it. I told the doctor "ok, I'm ready, let's just get on with it." He actually told me no. I was floored. He said your birth plan is to have a vaginal birth and I'm going to do everything I can to get you that.

The next plan of action was to get an epidural (hey, at this point, WHY NOT?!?) and try the pitocin one more time.  An hour later I was feeling good, baby girl was doing great and my contractions were ROCKING off the monitor and coming every two and half minutes. We were in business, things were going great. I might avoid the cesarean after all! Mrs. S and Mr. B kept me company and we even managed to have some fun during this time. Mostly joking about me sneaking food and being delirious from lack of sleep.

Trying to enjoy the situation
Mrs. S analyzing my contractions
I spent around four hours with the epidural and pitocin before the doctor checked me again. I just knew I would be at a 7 or maybe even an 8 by the way the contractions were coming. The look on his face said it all. I had only progressed to a FOUR and to make matters worse, the baby's head was not in the right position. My body wasn't opening. Failure to progress. My water had been broken for almost 30 hours. We had tried cervadil, pitocin, an epidural and time. We had run out of options. I was going to have a c-section. I could tell you that I was strong, that I knew everything was going to be ok but that would be a lie. I was scared. I was exhausted. I was hungry. I was mentally and emotionally drained unlike anything I had ever experienced. I had no choice but to pray and ask for God's protection for my child and me and for wisdom and skill for the surgeons. There was a flurry of activity as they prepped me for surgery, I zoned out. I felt numb, and then I REALLY felt numb as they increased the medication and my body lost feeling.

Prepped and waiting
Once I was in the operating room, I focused all my energy into staying calm and trying to enjoy the fact that this would all be over soon and in a few precious moments, I would see my daughter. Mr. B was ushered in the room and the surgery began. It was fast but it felt like an eternity. I kept waiting to hear her cry and not to think about what was being done to my body on the other side of the blue tarp. I quietly sang the chorus to "How Great Thou Art" and squeezed my husband's hand to keep from crying. There was no pain but there was incredible pressure, at one point I really thought the doctor was going to crack one of my ribs. Then, all at once, there was a collective sigh in the room and a strong, healthy wail of new life! She was here!!! She was crying!!! She was ok!!! This was the most bittersweet moment of my life, my daughter was born but I couldn't hold her, I couldn't even see her. She was being held and cleaned and toweled off by strangers across the room. I would never have that moment again, never have the experience of being the first person to hold her.

My "short" baby girl
Mr. B was able to be with her, though. I could hear him tell me with an emotion filled voice that she was perfect. After what felt like an eternity, he brought her over to me. She was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. I tried to kiss her but there was too much equipment in the way, all I could manage was a numb hand brushing against her cheek. Waiting for the surgery to be complete was torture, at one point, the anesthesia began to creep up my chest and I felt like I couldn't breathe. It was a horrific feeling. I tried not to panic. Thankfully, the anesthesiologist only had to raise my head up slightly and soon the feeling faded but my arm stayed numb for at least an hour. This is NOT ok when you're left handed and all you want in the whole world is to hold your new daughter. That was it, it was finished. After the surgery was complete, I was wheeled to recovery with Mr. B and baby Grace by my side. I am eternally grateful that they kept her with me the entire time, I couldn't have handled them taking her from me after all that!

Finally able to hold my daughter. The best moment of my life.

I don't tell this as a "horror" birth story. It wasn't. Extremely disappointing, nerve wracking, and exhausting? Yes, but neither of us were ever in an emergency situation. Although I experienced the exact opposite birth of what I had wanted, I know that God had his hand in it all. How do I know this you might ask? This is why. After the surgery, the doctor came into my recovery room to tell me that he now knew the reason my labor wouldn't progress. Baby Grace had moved into a position where her head was presenting on its side, meaning the top of her head was not pushing on my cervix to open it up. The reason why she couldn't get her head in the right position was that her umbilical cord was wrapped around her neck TWICE and was too short to allow for her to descend. She was literally suspended in the womb and would never have been able to be born vaginally. Had my water not broken and put us on a timeline and the midwife not been wise and proactively sent me to the hospital, things could have been bad. There most likely would have been a true emergency.  I grieved the loss of my ideal birth. The day after we got home I had a good long cry. It still breaks my heart that I was unable to give birth naturally BUT nothing can take away from the fact that the most angelic face is staring up at me from her sling as I'm writing this. My daughter is healthy. I am recovering. This is the happy ending. This is what matters. This is what I choose to focus on. There was a lesson to be learned. 

I can make my plans but ultimately I am not in charge of my future. The only thing I had left to hold on to through all of this was faith that the Lord would see us safely through to the other side. 

Recovery has been hard but made much easier because my Gracie is here. She is already the joy of my life. I can't stand how much I love her. She is the biggest blessing I have ever received.

My IV battle wounds

Getting ready to go home. BIG YAWN!

First family photo! Um, it's cruel what three days of IV fluids will do to your face, HELLO PUFFY!

Finally going home!

Baby Grace was born on August 23 at 4:35pm. She weighed a "whopping" 6lbs 15oz and was 20 3/4" long.


Mrs. B

Thursday, August 8, 2013

The Wait

Well, here we are, August. My belly is stretched to capacity, my ribs feel like they're splitting in half, my pelvis creaks and pops and makes all kinds of unusual noises. Thanks to the separation of my abdominal muscles, sitting up in bed has become a Herculean event. Ahhh, I must be in the final weeks of pregnancy. But along with the not-so-pleasantries are some unbelievably breathtaking moments. I sit mesmerized as my belly dances and undulates with my daughter's movements. I feel her perk up and kick when she hears her daddy's voice. Most evenings she gets the hiccups and I love the little drum beat rhythm they create inside me.

Saturday, July 6, 2013

Aunt Hazel's Zucchini Relish

If you're looking for a great addition to your summer BBQ, let me introduce you to my favorite relish recipe. It was handed down from my lovely great-aunt Hazel who, sadly, along with my amazing great-uncle Gus, were taken from us in a car accident a few years back. She was an AMAZING cook and lucky for us youngins in the family, she documented some of her dishes.

Friday, June 14, 2013

Dressing Up a Dresser

Hey there, Blog Land! How ya been? That's great! Me? Well, I've been good and GROWING! 32 weeks on Sunday, whoop, whoop! Thanks for asking ;)

Friday, May 31, 2013

You Like Me, You Really Do!

WOO HOO! Two big milestones for Mrs. B Takes On! 100 "Likes" on Facebook (If you haven't liked me yet, do it! Pretty please?!) AND I've received over 5,000 page views since I started my blog last May! 

Ok, I'll tone down the font. But seriously, folks. I'm SO excited! Thank you to everyone for supporting me!

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Mrs. B

Thursday, May 30, 2013

Banana Crumb Muffins

Mr. B is getting back from a business trip to Brussels today and I thought it would be nice to have something home baked to greet him with. I had some overripe bananas that wouldn't last another day, so I knocked out some delicious banana crumb muffins. You can get the recipe HERE. I added a tablespoon of vanilla to the wet ingredients but other than that, I follow it as is. This is my favorite muffin recipe ever, so I had to share. You have to try it. It's really easy and so good!!


Mrs. B

The goods. Those bananas were barely hanging on.

The crumble topping.

Monday, May 6, 2013

Updating a Vintage Chandelier

Next up on the adventures in Nursery Land, the chandelier! So far, this is my all-time favorite project. Every time I look at it, I'm filled with glees. Baby Girl needed some bling and Baby Girl got some!!!

I scoured the internet for a small, girly chandelier that would be perfect for a nursery and I definitely found some beauts out there but who wants to spend $200+ for nursery lighting? Well, you know me, time to get crafty. In my hunt, I came across Tole chandeliers and I was diggin' the style. I found a few on Etsy that worked and were under two hundo but still, my inner cheapskate cringed. So, I turned to good ol' Craigslist. Lo and behold, I found the EXACT chandelier I was eyeing on Etsy for... brace yourselves... $50! It's times like these when I feel like God is saying "Ok kiddo, you deserve this." The heavens parted, the angels sang and I joyously drove the 50 miles to make that baby mine!!!

Thursday, April 25, 2013

What I Learned Stenciling a Wall

I'm nesting and I love it. It's so much fun to take a blank canvas and create a little slice of heaven for precious BB. One of my favorite things about expecting a baby girl is that I can make the nursery as GIRLY as I want and Mr. B can't protest one bit!!! In fact, he's really getting into it. I'm pretty sure he was (still is?) slightly terrified at the thought of having a little girl but now he's embracing it, florals and all!

The first big task was to paint the nursery. I know what you're thinking, girly equals pink, but not always. I like pink but I also didn't want BB to be engulfed in it. I want her nursery to be bright, and cheery, and romantic. I also want it to have a sophisticated feel. Maybe that's ambitious for a newborn's room but I don't care. Considering I'm going to be spending LONG hours in this space, I don't want it to look like Chuck E. Cheese's house. I'm not into cartoons and "baby" looking stuff and let's face it, until she's asking me for it, she isn't either! Haha, I kid (not really).