I’ve been reading lately on how parents are opting to tell pediatricians less and less about dietary or lifestyle choices because they’re afraid of the ramifications that can come of it. I guess it’s not too surprising when there are stories out there about the woman whose doctor called CPS because she was feeding her infant a homemade soy-free goat milk formula instead of a pre-packaged one, or the story about the Amish child whose parents had to flee the country with her because the hospital was trying to wrestle guardianship away from them so that doctors could continue unwanted chemo treatments.
I know when we told our last pediatrician (because they always ask what formula brand or milk you are feeding) that we were giving Ezra raw milk, he made it a point to make sure we knew the inherent risks of giving raw milk to a child. Because apparently we are idiots and didn’t think to do the research beforehand. He didn’t say much about it after that, but it definitely seemed like he did not approve of the decision.
It’s harrowing to think that some “benevolent” entity could tell me what I could or could not feed Ezra, or how to care for him. I’m glad those stories, and others like them, are getting news attention and that there is such support for the families. It definitely makes me think twice about just volunteering information, though.
The rabbits are doing well. I checked the database and our two rabbits should maybe have their kits on Jan. 2nd, so we have some time yet. Now both does are not showing signs of nesting, so maybe they were false pregnancies. I will give them until Jan. 9th and if no babies by then will rebreed the blue doe and butcher the white one. Actually, we could use the cage space, because the current kits are growing like crazy and will need a cage of their own shortly.
With the chilly weather, I’ve been unwilling to let Ezra play outside for long, but Jesse and I took him up to Big Cottonwood canyon the other day and we all played in the snow for a bit. Later we picked up a couple plastic sleds, so we need to go back up to test them out. Jesse tested one of the sleds with Ezra yesterday but I guess Ez wasn’t too keen on the whole experience.
I had a tricky trickster purchase items from our site the other day and when I went to print a shipping label I looked to see how much she had paid for shipping because I always like to match up what was paid vs what it actually cost. That’s when I noticed she hadn’t paid for shipping at all! It took me awhile to figure it out, but I finally deduced she had used the code for my fellow eBay employees. See, I have it set up where if my coworkers want they can use the code so they don’t have to pay shipping, then just pick up the items at my desk. It is very clearly laid out on the site. This woman lived states away and does not work for my company. I sent her an invoice explaining that she had used an invalid code and that once she sent the $6 for shipping I would be more than happy to send out her items. She sent a response telling me to refund her original amount. Jesse suggested that it was not done on purpose, that maybe she did a google search for coupons, but I think she was probably just trying to get free shipping. Mainly I say this because I did a google search and our discount code was not just out there for the general public. There is a link that takes you back to our site, and that’s where the T&Cs are. Nice try, lady!
We had a lovely Christmas, how about you? Ezra received one of those magnetic boards that you can write on and then erase by swiping that handle across the bottom of the board. You know what I mean? Well, he loves it! We bought him an easel/chalkboard set and he really likes to scribble on it and then erase it. He has, of course, broken all the chalk into small bits by now, and likes to have them strewn on the floor. Good times.
Jesse got a coffee maker that uses those Kcups; he seems to like it although I guess he recently noticed there is a leak somewhere. I got a convection toaster oven. Pretty excited about that one, though we didn’t have the counter space for it, so it and the coffee maker are plugged in on a rack in the book room. Slightly inconvenient. I tell you, our next house needs to have a kitchen maybe twice the size of the one we currently have.
Jesse also got a beer brewing book, and I got an awesome book about how to use all the parts from a pig! It has recipes and anecdotes, I was pretty happy about it. And, of course, family did generously give us money as well. Thanks, family!
For whatever reason, Ez has gotten into a routine at night where he no longer likes the door closed all the way. He will cry bloody murder if it’s closed up, but if I leave it open even just a tiny bit he is fine. Lately Mister has taken to head butting open the door and jumping into the crib with Ezra. Sometimes this wakes up the little man, sometimes it doesn’t. Jesse and I looked at child beds the last time we were at Ikea. It’s quickly becoming that time, but I’m not looking forward to it. Having Ez in a toddler bed means he can get into so much more trouble! Also, half the stuff currently in that room is mine, overflow from our bedroom, and I’m going to have to try to find a different location for those items.
I bought a couple pairs of jeans for myself on earlier last week. In and of itself this wouldn’t be news, but I had promised myself I would never buy a certain size of pants, and there I was, buying that certain size of pants. They fit well and they are pretty comfortable, but GOSH DARN IT! And I hate to exercise. Let’s face it. I do. I was much better at it when I was younger. Now just thinking about it can be exhausting. And I know people are like, just fit in an hour a day, but that would mean getting up an hour earlier than I do now, and I love my sleep. Maybe I can find some way to meditate the weight off? Like through osmosis? Yeah, that sounds good.