Cinnamon Bun Cheesecake Calzones

Jacquie here.

It’s general conference weekend, and that means two things: we get to listen to inspired Gospel messages from our general church leaders and be uplifted through beautiful music, and we get to have an excuse to make decadent pastries and call them “breakfast”. It’s tradition.

We’ve been on a bit of a calzone kick in our home since I found a super easy, perfect dough recipe recently, and this morning, some sweet calzones sounded really good. A quick scan for ideas on Pinterest, and I came up with this! Enjoy!

Cinnamon Bun Cheesecake Calzones

Makes ~1 dozen. Prep time ~45 mins.

(Slightly adapted from this recipe)

Homemade Calzone Dough
Use THIS awesome dough recipe (our personal favorite in this house), and follow all instructions but instead of 5 balls, divide it into a dozen even cookie-sized balls and let sit for 10 mins

Filling
1 pkg cream cheese, softened
1/3 C brown sugar
1 tsp vanilla extract

Cinnamon-Sugar Topping (may need to make more or less – just eyeball it)
1/4 C white sugar
3/4 C brown sugar
1 Tbsp ground cinnamon

1 egg, beaten in small bowl
Powdered sugar for dusting

Instructions:
Preheat oven to 350 F and spray cookie sheet (you’ll probably need 2) with nonstick spray.

Make calzone dough according to instructions above. While the dough is sitting (rising), in a medium bowl, whip the cream cheese until smooth then add brown sugar and vanilla.

Once dough has sat for 10 mins, dust your rolling surface with flour and one-by-one, roll your dough balls into flat ~6″ circles with a rolling pin. Spoon one spoonful of the cream cheese filling into the center of each circle.

Fold the dough over in half, creating a half-circle pocket, and press the open edges shut. Use the prongs of a fork to press down and make a nice-looking seal.

Place filled calzones on cookie sheet, brush thoroughly with beaten egg mixture, and sprinkle generously with cinnamon-sugar topping. Make sure none of them are touching as they will expand while baking.

Once all calzones have been filled and topped with egg & cinnamon-sugar, bake for 15-20 mins.

Once done, take out and let cool on a plate or countertop for just a couple mins (you still want them to be warm when you eat them). Use any extra cream cheese filling to decoratively drizzle over the finished calzones by putting in a ziploc bag and snipping a tiny hole in one corner to squeeze through. Dust with sifted powdered sugar and serve.

Let me know how they turn out!!

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To Compare is Unfair

Jacquie Here.

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This quote, by the wise Theodore Roosevelt, has been on my mind a lot lately. Especially this week as I’ve had a few conversations with some friends and family members about this subject. I’ve been having this nagging feeling that I just need to share some thoughts about the ugly thing that is comparison, because I just can’t get it off my mind, and heaven knows I need to be reminded of this just as much as the next person.

“Comparison is the thief of joy”. Think about it. When was the last time you found yourself feeling joy after comparing yourself with someone else? Probably never, am I right?

Whether it was making a comparison that you were better than someone else, or vice versa, it didn’t make you feel good. Right? Probably just resentful. Maybe jealous. Maybe bitter or prideful. None of those feelings are synonymous with “joy”.

Here’s a sad truth. We live in a world where we have been conditioned to be ashamed of our own strengths, and to be resentful of the strengths of others. How backwards is that? How unfair is that?

Some would argue that we should blame the internet, especially social media, for our tendency to compare ourselves to our friends. We see picture-perfect, intricately decorated cakes and flawlessly designed mansion homes on Pinterest. We see the shiny lives of our friends and acquaintances on Facebook and Instagram and start to wonder why OUR lives don’t look as glamorous. The internet, they say, is breaking down our self-esteem. But I disagree. While maybe social media isn’t helping the situation, it is not what is causing the problem. The thing is – it’s simply not fair to think that way. Someone’s Intagram feed is hardly an indication of what their life is actually like, day in and day out. And thats ok. That’s not a bad thing. People like to share the happy, positive, beautiful things in life with their friends. At least, I do. Nobody wants to individually list all their weaknesses and shortcomings, or negative experiences on a wall for all to see. You wouldn’t want to either. And there’s nothing evil about that. We need to just accept that people are people just like us, and their news feeds don’t define them, and therefore should not define us.

If you need to avoid social media altogether in order to prevent yourself from getting caught up in comparing yourself to others, so be it. But we can’t be blaming Pinterest, Facebook, or Instagram for our insecurities.

Pinterest is not the problem. Facebook is not the problem. Instagram is not the problem.

We are the problem.

We are the problem, because we are too focused on comparing ourselves to what people around us are doing. We assume that no one has the same weaknesses or insecurities that we do, just because we don’t see them. But maybe that’s how some people are feeling about you and your life at this very moment. Maybe they think your life is perfect, and they resent you for it, because they’ve only seen what you’ve publicly shared in your filtered Instagram photos. But that’s just not right.

Why is that girl’s smaller dress size offensive to us? Why does that guy’s nice car make us feel badly about our current economic status? Why do we sigh jealously to see yet another one of our Facebook friends announce a pregnancy? Why is it disheartening to us to see pictures of that super adventurous friend of ours visiting Europe for the 99th time? Why do our neighbor’s lavish parties and trendily dressed children elicit eye-rolling on our part? Because we’re too busy envying and comparing our life to theirs to be happy for them. We’re thinking about ourselves and, why aren’t WE as in-shape as her, or driving a Mercedes, or expecting our third child, or eating macaroons in Paris, or throwing Pinterest-worthy parties? Don’t you think they deserve for us to celebrate with them just a little bit? We would want our friends to be happy for us, wouldn’t we?

We shouldn’t go to bed at night feeling bad about ourselves because of something we saw on Instagram. We shouldn’t have insecure thoughts about our own strengths and accomplishments just because our friends are doing amazing, happy things with their lives too.

Once you start comparing your life to someone else’s, it’s all downhill from there. Comparison leads to resentment, which leads to jealousy, which leads to us feeling horribly about ourselves, which leads to us disliking others, which makes them feel horrible too. Nobody wins. And now, we are trapped – we are afraid to share ‘too many’ happy things about our lives, for fear that our successes will make others feel badly about themselves. Postitivity is replaced with negativity. Now we’re ashamed of our talents, of our good hair days, of our kid taking his first steps. Someone will leave a back-handed, sarcastic comment on your photo,”Ugh, you’re so beautiful. I hate you.” Now they resent you, and you in turn are feeling guilty for having felt good about yourself for a second. Now you want to hide your talents “under a bushel”, rather than sharing our “light” with others (Matthew 5:15).  See what I mean? Unfair. (See also: this post by my blogger-friend Katie, about letting yourself shine)

We need to ‘Stop It’, as the ever-so-quoted Elder Dieter F. Uchtdorf once said. We need to realize that everyone has their strengths, and everyone has their weaknesses. They are all different, and one person’s strengths might be another person’s greatest struggle – but that doesn’t make one better than the other. It just means they’re different. One person’s successes may not be your successes, but that doesn’t mean they’re your failures. Everyone is in their own individual walk-of-life, under their own unique circumstances, so you can see how it’s so unfair to compare our strengths and weaknesses with anyone else’s. We need to learn to be happy for each other, without making it about ourselves. After all, it’s not as if someone else is succeeding or having a happy life to spite you.

Don’t be afraid to share the happy, shiny things in your life. Don’t hesitate to join in another’s joy when they share the happy, shiny things in their life. I promise, if we spend more time being selflessly, genuinely happy for one another, we will find ourselves feeling more joy, rather than being robbed of it. If we hand out more compliments, we will begin to notice and accept genuine compliments from others. If we refrain from resenting another for having something we don’t, we will better appreciate the blessings we do have. Everyone wins.

 

 

Love,
Jacquie.

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Super Quick Ramen Pho

Jacquie Here.

I thought I’d take a quick break in my monthly updates to share a recipe with you, since it’s been awhile and I want to make sure you don’t forget how much I love food (and cooking). My sister-in-law Melissa and I have been trying lots of new, creative recipes this summer since we have a lot of free time. Today, we made this for lunch and it really hit the spot. We’ve had a series of rainy, stormy, overcast days here in Houston and it just really put us in the mood for some brothy soup. I just happened to randomly pick up these organic ramen noodles at my local grocery store this week and wanted to try them out. After skimming through a variety of ramen and pho recipes all over the internet and Pinterest, and realizing that they all called for some pretty obscure ingredients that I definitely didn’t have on hand, I came up with this recipe on my own, using only what I could find in my kitchen. That being said, don’t get all excited about it being super authentic or anything… Because it’s probably not at all. And I used chicken, while traditonal pho typically has beef. But as far as my personal experience with pho goes, it’s pretty darn close! It’s seriously so quick and easy and delicious, I’ll probably be making it a lot. It literally takes like ten minutes. Plus, it makes me think of my sister Maggie, because she’s addicted to pho (like seriously, she has a pho problem…), and I love her.

PS – Sorry my measurements are kind of vague – They’re all just approximations of what I threw together.

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Super Quick Ramen Pho

Ingredients:

1 1/2 C chicken broth
4 C water
1/2 tsp ground ginger powder (fresh grated ginger would probably be better, but I didn’t have any)
1 or 2 cloves of fresh, minced garlic
1-2 Tbsp soy sauce
2 tsp red chili paste (I like Sambal Oelek, which can be found in the Asian aisle at any grocery store)
4 cabbage leaves, chopped
2 whole carrots, julienned
2 raw chicken breasts, thinly sliced
1/2 pkg organic ramen noodles (really any ramen noodles would do just fine. If you get the kind in the square package, just use the whole block)
About 1 C finely chopped cilantro
2 handfuls of kale, chopped
2 green onions, chopped
salt & pepper to taste

Optional:
3 Tbsp Panko bread crumbs
1 tbsp oil

Directions:

Pour chicken broth and water into pot and add ginger, garlic, soy sauce, chili paste, cabbage, and carrots. Bring to a boil. Add noodles, chicken, salt, and pepper. Continue boiling until noodles and chicken are done, about 5 minutes. Reduce heat to simmer and add cilantro and kale. Cook for 1-2 more minutes and serve piping hot. Top with green onions and crispy Panko crumbs (see below). Add more soy sauce or chili paste as desired.

For optional crispy Panko crumbs:

In a small bowl, combine Panko crumbs and oil. Stir to mix well. Spread out in a flat layer on a cookie sheet and bake for about 3-4 mins in a 450 degree oven, or until golden and crispy.

***This would’ve also been good with some sesame oil, shiitake mushrooms, bean sprouts, lemongrass, and bamboo shoots, then topped with Sriracha. But I didn’t have any of those things. If you do, throw them in too! Really, as long as you have some noodles, broth, chicken (or beef), and a good mix of Asian-friendly veggies and spices, you can make any variation of this soup.

Enjoy!

 

Love,
Jacquie.

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Life Updates: October 2013

Jacquie Here.

I decided I should make this “catching up” thing as easy as possible for myself by breaking my posts down by month. That way they’re easier to remember and write. I’ll start with October, because Grant was born on September 30th, and I’m pretty much caught up to that point.

The first two weeks of October were kind of a whirlwind. Actually, all of October was a whirlwind. But especially those first two weeks. People always warned me that babies were a lot of work, but it just isn’t something you can actually comprehend until you’ve done it. Hard work, but so so worth it.

For the first ten days, we mostly just enjoyed being restful and quiet in our apartment with our sweet brand new baby and Jake’s parents who had come all the way to Houston to be with us and help us during that time. I must say, it was SO nice to have my mother-in-law, Sheriece, around during that time. She was so helpful. I think it’s safe to say that the only reason we survived those two weeks was because she was there! Aside from being an AMAZING support person at Grant’s birth, she cooked every meal for us (and sometimes even half-fed me while I fed Grant), ran every errand for us, took late-night runs to Target for us, did our laundry, took Nelly to the dog park daily, was there for me for moral support and to answer all my mommy-related questions, and even helped me bathe. Haha. I’m sure she did a million other things as well that I didn’t even notice, because she made sure I got all the rest I could get and spent time recovering with my new babe. She was seriously a life saver. On top of doing basically everything required to run our household, she took on 99% of the work when it was time for us to pack up the apartment into our two cars to go back to AZ. That was no small task.

I do have to also give some credit to my amazing father-in-law as well. He was also there for us during that transitional time in our lives. Especially for Jake. Thayne (Jake’s dad) is the quintessential example of a dedicated, loving father. I am so glad that my husband has such an amazing man to look up to and learn from. There were a lot of other more “business”-related things going on in our lives in the background during those two weeks, and Thayne was there to make sure we got all those things taken care of. He also provided some great counsel to us as we made some important, stressful decisions (like trying to decide whether or not Jake was going to transfer his schooling to BYU and move us up to Provo that semester, which we ended up deciding against).

Obviously it was kind of an insane first few days as new parents. And obviously I have amazing in-laws, because I hardly had to do anything.

By the 10th, Thayne had left Houston and returned to work. Sheriece stayed to make the long drive back to Arizona with us.

In case you’re confused about all the moving around: We were only in Houston on a temporary basis. Jake’s job takes us there every summer from May-August, but this particular summer, we opted to stay there one more month and deliver our baby in Texas. There were a few reasons we made this choice. For one, we didn’t want to be traveling on the road for two days while I was full-term pregnant for obvious reasons. Second, we had come to absolutely LOVE our midwives and birth center in TX and couldn’t imagine delivering with anyone else.

Sheriece and Nelly were in one car while Jake, Grant, and I were in the other. I don’t know what we would have done if we hadn’t had another driver with us for our second car. There was no way I could’ve made that trip in the driver’s seat at ten days post-partum. And what should have only been a two-day trip turned into a three-day trip – it was pretty exhausting. It turns out that ten-day-old babies aren’t the best road-trippers. Frequent nursing and diaper-change stops were made, but we all kept a resilient attitude. Nelly was actually a great traveler, besides that one time while we were stuck in some intense stop-and-go traffic on the freeway in downtown Austin and she got a little antsy. She somehow managed to climb through/over the barricade from the back of the car to the front and practically climbed on poor Sheriece’s lap while she was trying to drive (a manual transmission car, mind you) through all that traffic. And Nelly is not, by any means, a lap dog. We’re talking almost 60-pounds of dog here. Jake and I were nearly dying laughing watching all of this go down in our rear-view mirrors. Something we all can laugh about now.

After way too many Subway sandwiches, lots of rest stops/gas stations, two nights in motels, and maybe a couple of emotional breakdowns on my part (I blame post-partum hormones), we FINALLY arrived home in Mesa, AZ.

First thing we did upon arriving into town was meet our new landlord at our new rental house to pick up our keys. Then, we returned to the apartment we had left back in May, to sleep for one night then pack up all the big things we had left there. A day or two later, a few of our friends showed up with a trailer to help us move our things to the new house. (I know, lots of moving… Like I said, we’ve moved three-ish times in the last 7 months… I’ll tell you about the third time in a later post) My sweet new friends Brea and Ashley came with their babies Oakley (who is just one week older than Grant – we had the same due date!) and Ruby, and we three sat and nursed our babies and kept each other company while the men, and Sheriece, did all the work.

Sheriece’s flight back home to Seattle was that night, after everything had been moved. As she gathered her things to get ready for Jake to take her to the airport, it started to kind of hit me what life would be like after she left. We’d be on our own for the first time since Grant’s birth. Were we ready for that? All I could think about was how desperately this house needed to be cleaned (it felt like it hadn’t been cleaned in ten years and I was so overwhelmed with where to even begin making it livable), and how it was nearly impossible to make it from one room to another maneuvering around all the hundreds of boxes, and how I didn’t even know where my toothbrush or underwear were in all the piles, and how we had an empty fridge and pantry with no promises of being able to make it to the grocery store any time soon, and how this colicky baby just wanted to be held and wouldn’t let me put him down, even for a second while I used the bathroom. How were we going to even get the first box unpacked without Sheriece’s help? Having just moved into the new neighborhood and knowing pretty much no one in the area, we felt helpless (and hungry). Sheriece and I cried as we said our goodbyes and hugged each other over and over again. And then it was just the three of us.

Looking back, I still don’t know how we got through that! It exhausts me just thinking about it. Guys – Don’t ever drive across the country and move twice in one week with a two-week-old baby. Just don’t. I guess I just took it one box at a time. Honestly, it wasn’t until about six months later that I felt like we had actually FINALLY finished getting mostly settled – for someone like me, that felt like a lifetime. Babies really change your life. I know that if we had been able to stay put after having just had a new baby, things would have been wayyyy easier, but that wasn’t an option for us at that point in our lives. Funny how life doesn’t just stop when you have a baby.

By the last week of October, we were desperately ready for a vacation. Fortunately, Jake works for an awesome company and they had planned an all-inclusive stay in a really awesome private “resort” called Pirate’s Cove for our entire office. Some people may have said we were crazy for getting on the road, once again, with a 5-week-old baby, but we all just really needed it. And we were so so glad we went, even if it was hard at times. We enjoyed getting a break from our unpacking and cleaning to be with our friends at a really cool place!

Since St. George, UT wasn’t too much out of the way, we ended up taking a little side trip there on our way back to AZ to visit my mom and sisters and spend Halloween with them. In case you’ve lost count, that’s 5 states in Grant’s first month of life – TX, NM, AZ, NV, UT. We are insane, I know. We got to see their cute costumes and went to their ward party/trunk-or-treat. Grant even had a little pumpkin outfit that his Grandma Sheriece had gotten for him as a gift before she went home. It was so nice to get to spend a couple days with my family and let my mom and sisters meet Grant for the first time. My sister Lydia even used her new photography studio and took a couple newborn photos and family photos for us while we were there, which I will always treasure!

All in all, October was a crazy time for us, but I feel like I need to clarify that amidst all the chaos, Jake, Grant, and I did get to enjoy plenty of sweet, special moments as a new family. There were still those moments of stillness and quiet, where we just looked at our precious baby – so perfect and new – and felt so close to Heaven. And thought, “Wow. We did this! Look at this sweet, innocent life we have created!”. I would give anything to go back and enjoy that time, when he was just so fresh and tiny, just a little longer. It went by too fast. Perfect moments always do.

And now for a major photo overload of pictures (which are horribly out of order) taken during October. I’m a little self-conscious of some of these photos of me, because I look at them and see a sleep-deprived, bloated, and slightly delirious new mom. But I want to share them anyway, so I hope you can see past that.

With Grandma Sheriece at the park. 2 days old.

011Newborn/family photos taken by my sister Lydia on Grant’s one-month birthday.
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Meeting Great Grandpa Roberts (who inspired his middle name) for the first time.

015Meeting Great Aunt Cindy for the first time. He wasn’t in a very chatty mood.

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Tired little pumpkin on Halloween.
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My sister Sofia and our niece Kendy on Halloween.
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My sister Sara and my mom on Halloween.
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A spur-of-the-moment blogger date to meet Kristine Foley of The Foley Fam at a park in St. George. She was just as sweet in real life. I’m so glad we met via the Cara Box Exchange last summer.
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I didn’t want to post this one, because I look nasty, but I still love it for some reason. St. George Temple with my baby.
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Meeting Great Grandma Sharlene Lyman for the first time.
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We went to see my sister Sara cheer at a high school volleyball game.
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Cute little old man.
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Silly faces at Pirates Cove.
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Laying out with Uncle Andrew at Pirates Cove. That little smirk!
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Comparing sizes with his cousin, Emmet, who is 4 months older.
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Getting kisses from his cute cousin Kendy.003

Funny faces.
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My sister Maggie came to our new house to give Jake a much needed haircut out on the back patio.

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Nursing mamas while the men unload the trailer in the new house. I spy Jake’s finger. 009

So alert!
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Saying one last goodbye to Grandma Sheriece after her two-week stay with us.006

Mom and Grant taking a little nap.007

Meeting Aunt Maggie for the first time.009

Cute little lumberjack. Two weeks old.004

Meeting my dad, Grandpa Mike, for the first time.006

Meeting my friend Amanda for the first time (we just happened to run into each other at the same gas station in Wilcox, AZ on our way into town!)004

Saying goodbye to Texas with a visit to our favorite beach.014 010 008 007

Grandpa Thayne and his first grandbaby.003 009

The two cutest boys I know.006

Love,
Jacquie.

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I Guess I’m Back

Jacquie Here.

Hello! Yes! This is not a drill. It’s really me, Jacquie. Writing on my blog. My ever so dusty, so neglected, poor little blog.

It’s no secret that I have pretty much been AWOL from the blogging world (as both a writer AND a reader) for like the last seven plus months, and I feel like I have a lot of explaining to do. But I don’t really want to get into all the excuses (of which there definitely is no shortage). Like how I had a baby. And how that baby is very cute and very demanding of all of my time (Not complaining. He’s my favorite). And how we’ve been doing a lot of traveling. And how I have been making a lot of new mommy-friends and going on mommy-dates. And how we have moved three-ish times since I last blogged (I’ll explain later). And how it’s rare that I get a few minutes with both typing hands free. And how when I do get those minutes, I have a lot of other priorities over blogging (sorry, truly).

But I decided I needed to make this meager little blog a priority again. Even if no one reads it anymore and it’s just for my personal records. Because I would hate to let all this time slip away with no written memories. So, it’s time. I have dusted off the ol’ Toshiba and I’m back (we’ll see how well I can keep it up). Thank heavens I even remembered my WordPress password. (insert praising hands emoji here)

So wow. A lot has changed since I last blogged. Obviously. In this post, let me first address a couple of things that I know some people have been wondering about. Another post will follow shortly with actual life updates (hopefully before another 7 months go by…).

1) What about that natural birth blog you were all excited and gung-ho about starting up?
Ohhhh man. About that. I went back to that post I wrote when I was first announcing the idea and I couldn’t help but laugh at myself. My cute little childless self who had all this time and energy and very few obligations to anything else. I was so revved up about getting that thing going! I had NO clue that once this baby came out of me, it would be MONTHS before I could even think about a project like that again. Note to self: don’t start ambitious projects during third trimester of pregnancy. Anyway, months have gone by and now I can think about it again. And YES – I am just as excited and gung-ho about that project actually happening as I was then, but I now realize that it’s not something that can be done all in a day’s work. It’s going to take time. And two hands (rare, member?). But it’s going to happen. Someday. And I will admit that one of the biggest set-backs I’ve been dealing with, besides the being busy thing, is thinking of a name/title/domain for this thing that isn’t lame or already taken. So if you have any ideas, I’m all ears.

2) Speaking of birth, why have you left us hanging for almost eight months now and still no birth story?
I’m not even going to bring up the being-a-busy-new-mom thing again. Just consider that my automatic excuse for everything. But another reason I still haven’t written it is because I want it to be goooood. I want the words to all be just right. And I want to do the whole experience justice. Obviously I’m passionate about this, so I kinda feel like it has to be perfect. And I haven’t had time for perfect. Although, again, I realize I may never have time for “perfect” again, so I reckon I’d better just get to it and write it before his first birthday. Sorry to those of you who keep asking for all the details! I really am not trying to be secretive. It was incredible and I can’t wait to share! Soon! That will be next, I promise. At least I did tell you I had a baby. And I warned you the birth story would take time. So there’s that.

Also on the birth-related to-do list: get the ball rolling on my doula certification. Super excited.

So yeah. I promise I have more to talk about in life than just birth. It just so happens these are the questions I’ve been getting a lot lately.

Stay tuned.

Love,
Jacquie.

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Be Kind.

Jacquie Here.

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Be kind. For everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle.

This phrase has meant a lot more to me this week than it usually does. It’s been a hard one. I’ve felt pretty down-trodden. It just was one of those weeks where it felt like the whole world was ganging up on me to point out my flaws and make irrational claims about my intentions. People said unkind things, went behind my back, and made me feel like a terrible person.

Times like this are especially hard when you’re just merrily going along your way, trying to be a good person with only good intentions. It kind of hits you out of nowhere. I had an entire day this week when I was just stewing over some things that were said. I felt like my heart was breaking and I couldn’t fathom how I could have been so… misunderstood.

There aren’t really any especially “hard battles” in my life at the moment, like this phrase says, but I still have my day-to-day struggles I deal with. Things I’m working on. And it’s difficult not to feel defeated and hopeless when people tear you down and remind you again and again of your shortcomings that you are already very well aware of. Even if you know better than to let it get to you.

I’m usually pretty good about taking things people say with a grain of salt and not losing sleep over it, but this week I had to work extra hard at reminding myself that I’m the only person who truly knows my own heart, and I happen to know its a good one.

Im not a terrible person. I’m a good one.

I’m going to try harder to be more kind (and less insecure). I never want to learn that something I did or said was the cause of someone having a week like mine. I know that at some point in my life (probably multiple times, actually), I HAVE been that person who said something destructive to someone else. I wish I could undo it. I wish I could tell everyone I’ve ever hurt that I’m so sorry. And then hug them. Because maybe they lost their grandma that week. Or maybe they are going on only 3 hours of sleep. Or maybe they’re having car trouble. Or maybe they have a paper cut. Or maybe they’re working their butt off and no one has said ‘thank you’ yet. Too often we are too casual with our words and much less considerate than we ought to be. Let’s work a little harder to make sure people know we love and appreciate them. Let’s replace negative comments for positive ones.

Let’s all just… Be kind.

Love,
Jacquie.

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Baby Talk

Jacquie Here.

An actual conversation Jake and I had late last night as we marveled over how incredibly cute our 11-day-old sleeping baby was:

Me: He is just so so cute.
Jake: I know! I just wanna squeeze him ’til he pops!
Me: Yeah, don’t you just want to kiss him until his face falls off??
Jake: Maybe we should stop talking about popping our baby…
Me: Yeah, and his face falling off.

We’re good parents.

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Love,
Jacquie.

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