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    • How to Parent Like a Dane

      Posted at 6:19 pm by kpodulka, on April 30, 2016
      (As previously published on Time.com, September 15, 2015 http://time.com/4033896/how-to-parent-like-a-dane//)

      Want to learn how to parent like two-time winner Happiest Place on Earth, Denmark? I had the privilege of living as an American expat for two years in Aarhus, Denmark with my family, where they do things quite differently. Here’s what I learned:

      Separation Anxiety Means a Whole Different Thing
      When I moved to Denmark, I declined the full time Vuggestue (daycare) for my toddler son that came with the relocation package, because I didn’t work outside the home. This baffled my relocation agent, who insisted I would be happier left by myself to run errands. I insisted back that I could do that and look after my son at the same time. She didn’t back down. “In an emergency on an airplane, the flight crew instructs mothers to place the oxygen masks over their faces first. It’s only after the mother can breathe that she assists the children,” she said—or words to that effect. “Do you know why? Because if the mother doesn’t get a chance to breathe, the children cannot breathe, either.” The thought of having “help” to raise my child was so foreign to me, that with some effort I found I a day care center that offered a morning-only program. The half-day schedule allowed me to ease into a culture that not only doesn’t judge you for putting your kid in daycare, it actually pressures moms to do it. And the government funds it for all families. I came to love quiet mornings to myself and watching my child blossom with his Danish peers. But this was the toughest lesson I learned in Scandinavia: I must breathe so that my child can breathe, too.

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      Forget Baby Proofing

      There’s no such thing as “baby-proofing” in Denmark. In America baby-proofing is an industry built on the fear that kids will be in danger. But in Denmark, kids are encouraged to be independent and adventurous. Every day they do things that would send most American moms running after their children yelling. Every year on Sankt Hans Aften (St. John’s Eve), the celebration of the summer solstice, families, including kids of all ages, gather together to sing traditional songs and burn a straw witch on a huge bonfire. The particular celebration my family and I attended was in a field, next to a forest. As the massive bonfire was lit, I realized there were no safety precautions: no fire trucks, extinguishers or buckets of water. There were also no ropes or cones blocking off the fire. Kids could (and did) run around the fire as close to the flames as they dared. You can also find fire pits on the playground of most Danish schools. On a regular basis the teachers would light a huge bonfire on the playground so the kids could roast bread on sticks. And inside my son’s classroom, there were lit candles in the window sills. When I pointed out that the children could reach the candles, the teachers were nonplussed: “Why would they touch fire? That would cause a burn.” The Danish people are fearless. And proud of it. They expose their kids to danger early.

      Keep Lunch Lackluster
      In America we believe in choice. In Denmark, too much choice is seen as confusing or unnecessary. Take lunch, for example. Not only did I pack the same lunch for my kids every day, but every kid had the same lunch. My kids could have swapped lunches with any kid at school and still had “Leverpostej og Rugbrød” (the Dane’s favorite liver spread on Rye bread), carrots and apples. Not perfectly shaped, bright orange, individually bagged baby carrots, but misshapen things recently pulled from the ground, unpeeled, with greens still attached. (Also delicious.) And the apples were similar—bruised, misshapen, brown, unpeeled and whole. There was no worry about the food being “kid-friendly.” The kids devoured them.

      Get Hygge With It
      In America we feel that leaving work at 5:00 pm is “sneaking out.” Not in Denmark. At 4:00pm on the dot, the offices clear out. It’s like the opening song of the Flintstones. Everybody leaves to pick up kids and head home for dinner, which is cooked with the family. The Danes have a word with no direct translation in the English language—Hygge. It means creating a warm atmosphere and enjoying the good things in life with good people. The warm glow of candlelight is hygge. Friends and family are hygge. There’s nothing more hygge than sitting round a table, discussing the big and small things in life. The Danish families create this coziness with mealtime almost every night. But it doesn’t just happen; they prioritize it. In the U.S., just hanging out together can feel like time wasted. In Denmark, it was the best time of the day.

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    • Beyond the Double Standard

      Posted at 5:09 pm by kpodulka, on April 29, 2016

      It started with a simple question from my 8-year-old son. He was watching me get ready for work. As I was dutifully applying my third coat of lash-lengthening mascara, he looked up and asked, “Mommy, why do girls wear makeup but boys don’t?” I was about to automatically answer what I’ve been brainwashed to believe “because it makes me feel pretty” when I paused mid mascara stroke and took a moment to think. Really think. I looked at my son and gave him my honest answer “I don’t know”.clean face (3)

      My son’s question has been sitting in my brain for months. And what I’ve concluded is that it’s bigger than makeup. Makeup is the tip of the double-standard iceberg. We’re all aware of the double standards between men and women. Things like, a man gets paid more for doing the exact same job as a woman. A man is bossy and he’s a leader, a woman is outspoken and she’s a bitch. We see every inch of a naked woman splayed across the movie screen, but only a 1 second glimpse of a penis. A man goes gray and he’s distinguished, and woman goes gray and she’s “given up” on her looks. The list goes on…

      But I also believe the list goes deeper. It goes beyond the double standards and into the realm of “damned-if-we-do-damned-if-we-don’t”. It’s this no-win situation that women navigate daily.  It involves heightened insecurities, second guessing ourselves, and a whole heap of extra effort. I’ll explain.

      Women shave their legs (men don’t = double standard). But take this one step further…women shave their legs, which leads to longer showers, which leads to taking longer to get ready, which leads to men joking, complaining, belittling women to “hurry up in there already”. Men, listen to me closely, you cannot have it both ways. Smooth legs take time. So shut the fuck up and wait for us to be ready as society expects. Or, women, join me in the “Stop Shaving” revolution. Let our bodies be free and gain equality on this issue one hairy leg, hairy armpit, and hairy god given hoo-ha at a time.

      Women wear makeup (men don’t = double standard). But take this one step further…women wear makeup, so they buy makeup, which costs money, which leads men to tease and/or scold women for spending too much money on “useless stuff”. So which is it men? Is makeup useless or worth every penny? Personally, I’m over it. I’m over the latest trend in lip gloss, the latest craze in eyeliner, the latest “must-have” bronzer. The entire cosmetic industry profits from women’s insecurities. I’d like to propose a National No-Makeup Day/Week/Month/Year. And I mean NO makeup on anybody…bare faces on movie stars, clean-skinned talk show hosts, all natural VP’s leading meetings at work, fresh-faced teenagers walking the school halls, every woman, everywhere with no makeup on. How cool would it be to actually SEE the real faces of women in our lives? You know, like we see men every day.

      Women get plastic surgery (more than men = double standard). But take this one step further. Women get publicly and privately mocked for having “work done”. So they spend all that money, all that recovery time, all that emotion (nevermind the life-threatening surgical risks) thinking they’re doing what society expects them to do to stay younger looking. All for what? For shit-talkers to mock their audacity at altering their looks cosmetically. Yet if a woman doesn’t get Botox, and heaven forbid shows a wrinkle, she’s “washed up” and society kinda understands (forgives??) when their man  leaves them for a younger woman.

      Women wear shapewear, Spanx, stomach flattening undies (men don’t = double standard). But take this one step further…women wear these torture devices to flatten their tummies, to look thinner, to look “better” in clothes, to hide their “muffin tops”. But, they must never admit to wearing such articles of clothing. Heaven forbid a man discovers her “granny panties” or tries to get into her panties and can’t (Lycra is like cement ya’ll). Remember the scene in Bridget Jones’s Diary when Hugh Grant and Rene Zellweger are making out and he discovers her girdle? He is appalled and she is embarrassed. Again I ask, which way do you want it, because you can’t have both. Do you want to see our “imperfect” figures, or do you want our bits tucked and stuffed into “miracle wear”?

      I realize none of these issues are new. In fact, I’m pretty sure it goes back to Adam and Eve. But where does it end? When does it end? When can I look my son in the eye and give him an answer that I’m proud of?

       

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    • Lessons I Learned as a Parent Abroad

      Posted at 8:10 pm by kpodulka, on April 28, 2016

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      These are only half of the stairs up to our Amsterdam apartment. I lugged that buggy up and down those mo-fo’s for 18 months.

      Entering into motherhood for the first time can sometimes feel like landing in a foreign country. You don’t understand the language, the food or the daily routine. I had the unique opportunity of being a new mother and literally moving to a foreign land at the same time. My son lived in four countries before the age of 4. He was born in America, and then we moved to Amsterdam, Netherlands; Aarhus, Denmark; and Luxembourg, Luxembourg. I quickly realized that the best way to assimilate was by observing the locals, particularly the moms. I observed them in all sorts of everyday situations — playgroups, schools, grocery stores, parks, restaurants and in their own homes. After seeing firsthand the different ways people parent in other countries, one thing is for sure: There is no “right” way to parent. No one seems to have an owner’s manual or secret formula for bringing up baby. We are all — all over the globe — doing the best we can as parents, given our circumstances. However, I did have some ah-ha moments, as well as culture shock and a few times of just plain confusion, during my years overseas. Here are some of the more interesting things I learned.

      First Stop: Holland

      We arrived in Holland about the time I was feeding my son his first solids, so I quickly had to scope out the local baby food scene. And wow was it different from what I was used to in America! For starters, the best selection of baby food was found at the drugstore, not the grocery store, and that selection was small. There were only two brands. As an American, I found this disappointing. But I quickly learned from a local that too much selection came across as confusing to the Dutch; they like to keep things simple. The flavors of Dutch baby food amazed me. There was salmon-broccoli-potato, white fish-rice-cheese, apple-brown beans, chicken-zucchini- basil and pasta Bolognese, just to name a few. There was also an abundance of yogurt. It was not the sweet, fruity yogurt of America, however, but the thick, plain, sour yogurt of Greece. What the Dutch do not have are many baby snack items. There were no Gerber Puffs, graham crackers or Goldfish crackers.

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      At first I panicked, thinking my son would never eat such strange flavors or survive without snacks. But then I realized that the Dutch babies eat this way and do just fine. So why not give it a try for my baby? I felt even more comfortable when I saw that the ingredients in the baby food were all natural, with no extra sugar, salt or additives. So began my son’s early exposure to “unusual” and “healthy” foods. And he ate like a champ. He never missed all the salt in Goldfish crackers the high fructose corn syrup in graham crackers or the empty calories in Gerber Puffs. Instead he snacked on bananas, cucumber slices, carrot sticks, fresh bread rolls and cheese slices. And to this day the boy loves a good salmon, broccoli and potato dinner.

      Another eye-opener for me in Amsterdam was the freedom with which women publicly breastfeed their babies. There was no blanket draped over mom and baby, no “I have to excuse myself to breast- feed” and no awkward shifting to hide a breast. Breast-feeding a baby in public was as natural to a Dutch mom as, well, breast-feeding a baby. I was in awe of the comfort level and sheer grace that allowed these moms to latch on a baby at an outdoor café while sipping coffee and never missing a beat in the conversation. And this sense of normalcy appeared to be shared by those around mother and baby. There were no awkward stares, muffled comments or sideways glances. Seeing a mom and baby breast-feeding was a regular part of life.

      Second stop: Denmark

      Just as I had figured out how to feed my son in Amsterdam, we moved to Denmark. Because my son was close to 2 years old, part of my relocation package included a tour of all local day care centers in my neighborhood. After an exhausting day, my relocation consultant asked me to rank the schools and fill out the government documents to enroll my son (free day care for all who live in Denmark!). I thanked her but said there was no need for me to place my son into daycare as I didn’t work and would stay at home with him. This baffled her. She insisted that my son would be much happier playing with children his own age all day and that I would surely be happier having time to care for my home and myself. I insisted that I could do all those things at the same time. She then told me this story:

      “In an emergency on an airplane, the flight crew instructs mothers to place the oxygen masks over their faces first. It’s only after the mother can breathe that she assists the children. Do you know why? Because if the mother doesn’t get a chance to breathe, the children cannot breathe, either. Do you understand me?”

      This hit me like a boulder. Was she actually giving me permission to put my son in full-time daycare so that I could have time to myself? As an American mother, I had only two choices: work or stay at home with the kids. I was completely uncomfortable with the thought of having “help” raising my child. So I declined to enroll my son full time, but I did seek a different day care center that offered a morning-only program (which was very hard to find). This was a tough lesson for me to learn but one that I try to remember every day: I must breathe so that my child can breathe, too.

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      Playtime at a Danish preschool. In January.

      The Danish people are tough. And proud of it. They begin learning this toughness at a very early age. Kids are encouraged to explore, run and climb and to be independent and adventurous. Every day they do things that would send most American moms running after their children yelling, “Be careful!” For example, the playgrounds in Denmark are literally built to be “dangerous.” They are filled with hills, ravines and trees so that children learn to maneuver through them. “It builds their dexterity”, one local informed me. One playground was actually built on high ground but fenced in farther down, so it included a slope. It also had bikes for the children to ride. When I asked a local mom if she was afraid that her child would roll down the hill and into the fence she replied, “Well that would teach him not to do it again, wouldn’t it?” This idea intrigued me — actually allowing kids to experience something without being told the outcome. Clever.

      Another dangerous thing was the fire pit found at most Danish preschools. Yes, you read that correctly — a fire pit. On a regular basis the teachers would light a huge bonfire on the playground so the kids could roast bread (not sugary marshmallows but thick chunks of rye bread!) to eat. Fire is a regular part of life in Denmark, and children are taught not to fear it but to respect it. At my son’s preschool, there were lit candles in the window sills during winter months. I mentioned my concern to the teachers the first time I saw this, pointing out that the children could reach the candles. The response: “Why would they touch fire? That would cause a burn.” Once again, the Danes were encouraging learning by trial and error. They might be on to something over there.

      DSCN6528Third stop: Luxembourg

      As soon as I had adapted to the Danish way of raising children, we moved to Luxembourg. Because my son had just turned 3, I was debating what kind of preschool to choose for him but quickly learned that my options were limited. It’s Luxembourg law that all children attend school beginning at age 3. This also means they must be fully potty-trained and fully independent on the toilet. I’m talking wiping, zipping, buttoning — all of it! Once again I panicked, thinking my son wouldn’t be ready for full-time school and full independence on the potty. But once again, I was pleasantly surprised. My son rose to the occasion and attended school just like all the other children in Luxembourg. The level of independence I saw in those children astonished me! They weren’t just playing at school; there was a curriculum, which included learning second and third languages. They were also walking to and from the lunchroom by themselves and eating three-course meals. I saw that children will do as much as you expect them to do. Raise the bar, and they will strive to meet it.

      Home again

      I am now living in America again with my husband and two children. (My daughter was born in Denmark, but that’s another story entirely!) I’m happy to be back. America is a wonderful place to raise a child, and there truly is no place like home. But I am grateful for the opportunity I had to see how other cultures live day to day. The lessons have stuck with me and made me the parent I am today. The experiences made me a more rounded, more grounded and — dare I say it — more relaxed parent.

       

       

       

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    • Honest Advice for New Moms

      Posted at 7:47 pm by kpodulka, on April 27, 2016

      A while back, I attended a friend’s baby shower, and as she was about to be a first-time mom, the party planners put up a well-meaning board for all the guests to write “Parenting Advice” on. As a mom of two young kids, I had to chuckle at the notes that were scrawled on the board. Advice like “cherish every moment with your new baby”, “have your husband help with diapers”, “write everything down in a baby journal”. I decided not to write anything on the board that day at the shower. I felt that my friend deserved better, real advice. She deserved the hard truths about what happens when your life is flipped upside down and you become a new mom. Below is the advice I gave her.

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      • Trust yourself (and your husband) first and foremost. You’ll be bombarded with advice from family and friends (like this list!) but only you and your husband know what’s best for your baby. You may even disagree with a doctor, nurse, midwife, or lactation consultant. If so, get a second opinion. A mother’s instinct is wicked strong, so don’t ignore it.
      • Your baby’s birth may or may not go as you planned. And honestly, having any pre-conceived birth plan is ridiculous. It just sets you up for disappointment when things happen differently. I wanted a natural birth with my son, but had an emergency cesarean instead. I wasted weeks feeling guilty about it. But guess what? At my son’s birth, he was healthy and so was I. Enough said.
      • Chances are you’ve just spent 9 months being doted on. Doors were opened for you, old ladies rubbed your belly at the grocery store, you got to put your feet up in meetings, and your hubby spoiled you rotten. So it can be a huge let down when the baby arrives and the attention instantly shifts. On a rational level you totally understand that it’s all supposed to be about the baby now. But if you find yourself thinking “Will everyone please stop looking at the baby! What about me?”, rest assured that you’re normal.
      • Breastfeeding is hard to get started and it can hurt! If anyone tells you otherwise, they’re lying. I have a theory why it’s so difficult for us modern women…one word: isolation. Back in caveman days, new moms sat around the campfire watching each other, learning from each other, helping each other and yes, even feeding each other’s babies. The modern mom goes home with a new baby perhaps having never seen another woman breastfeed a baby before. Because today’s American society demands we cover up breastfeeding. Breastfeeding is natural, covering it up is not. Bottom line: however you choose to feed your baby will work. Your baby will be absolutely FINE on either breast milk or formula or both. I’m no doctor, but food is food.
      • Do whatever it takes to get your baby to sleep at night. Co-sleep, put her in a bassinette, in her crib, in her swing, in her car seat, swaddle, don’t swaddle, on her side, on her back, on your chest, literally do whatever works for your family. There is so much advice on this topic it will drive you mad if you try to listen to it all. I say, ignore all the “experts” on sleep and do what works. One of my biggest mommy secrets is that I let both my kids sleep on their tummies during naps (huge no-no according to experts!) But it’s the only way they would happily sleep. So I’d set them down on their tummies in the pac-n-play and just keep an eye on them. Worked like a charm for us.
      • If you find yourself inexplicably sad, crying, anxious, or depressed, please talk to your doctor. Or call a friend. I had horrible postpartum with both my kids and it’s unbearable. A little weepiness is normal, but if it doesn’t pass, get help. I couldn’t do it alone.
      • You may not instantly fall in love with your baby. No one says this out loud, but it’s true. On the other hand, maybe you will. But if you don’t feel that instantaneous bond (as shown in all the diaper commercials) don’t freak out. It will come with time. You and your baby will get to know each other and figure out how to “work” together. Once you find that rhythm it will click.
        Having a baby changes your entire relationship with your husband. It’s really weird at first, as nothing feels normal. I used to sit on the couch next to my husband and cry that I missed him. He would say “but I’m right here” and I would say “yes, but not like before”. This too will pass. You’ll soon find your “new normal” with your family of three.
      • Take photos. Not just of the baby, but of you with the baby. You may feel fat, tired, hate the bags under your eyes, but you will want to look at those pics in the years to come.
      • Take a shower every day. Get dressed. Brush your teeth. You’ll feel like you don’t have time to do this, but you have to make time. It will keep you feeling like a human being, not just a milk-producing-machine.
      • Take lots of walks. Alone, or with your husband, or with the baby. I think I was up to 5 walks a day at one point. It’s awesome exercise, you get happy endorphins flowing, you feel the sun on your face, and you see other people out and about. Walk, walk, walk.

      If it seems hard to be a new mom, that’s because it is. The best advice my sister gave me was “every day gets a little easier”. That was my mantra. I chanted it in my head every day. And she was right. After a while, things were easier. I knew my baby, knew our routines, felt confident as a mom, and enjoyed motherhood. That’s my hope for you too.

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    • 5 Ways to Stop Family Food Fights

      Posted at 8:00 am by kpodulka, on April 26, 2016

      No one wants to battle at meal-time. It’s exhausting and frustrating for all involved. Over the years, I’ve learned a few tricks that seem to work, at least at my house anyway. So if you’re fed up with dinner dilemmas, give these tips a try. And if they don’t work, well that’s what wine is for. (Originally written and posted on the PAMP Parent’s blog.)

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      1. Don’t offer “kid-friendly” meals, don’t allow yourself to become a short-order-cook, and don’t ask everyone what they want to eat. If there’s only one choice, guess what they’ll eat? That’s right–what you serve. Make it clear that, “Tonight is lasagna for dinner. If you’re hungry, now is the time to eat.” I’m not saying they have the eat lasagna as it was intended to be eaten…Want to pick out only the meat? Great. Scrape everything off but the noodles? Be my guest. Or if you serve side dishes, let them fill up on just those. The only rule should be: figure out how to fill your belly with the meal in front of you. Because once mealtime is over, the kitchen is closed. No post-meal snacking. Start this practice early and stick to it. I promise your kids will not starve themselves, they will learn to live within your boundaries. What I cannot promise is a peaceful, scream-free meal. But that falls under the heading of discipline, so do what you gotta do there. Also, see intro paragraph re: wine.

      2. Don’t assume your kids won’t eat certain foods. Give them the benefit of the doubt. Try not to say things like, “Oh my kid won’t eat that”, or “Don’t even bother putting those greens on my Jr.’s plate”. You are conditioning them with negative thoughts and endorsing their refusal to eat said food. Instead, encourage them to try new foods. The best way to do this is to ease into it. Start by letting your kids look at the food, touch it, smell it, taste it quickly with a lick, and think about it. Then when they’re ready, have them take a bite. Children have a much more sophisticated palate then we give them credit for. Kids in other countries eat many more spices and a wider variety of foods from much earlier in life than US babies. For example, one of the first foods babies are fed in Denmark is liver paté on rye bread. And the babies gobble it up! There’s no need to “dumb-down” a meal for kids to enjoy it.

      3. Don’t make mealtime a battle of the wills. The more pressure and focus put on eating certain foods, the more your kids may resist. Don’t worry if they eat everything on their plate. The only criteria for leaving the table should be that your belly is full. Instead of a constant stream of “you must eat your broccoli”, try explaining the different ways in which food fuels us. Protein makes us strong, carbs give us energy, fruits and veg build our immunities to keep us from getting sick. My kids especially like to know what makes them poop more, so there’s that too. It can also be fun to let your kids pick a new food each week from the market, then have them help you cook it. Or better yet, start a garden box at home and let your little ones plant, grow and pick veggies for themselves.

      4. Don’t disguise veggies. My guess is veggies are the biggest food families fight over. If that’s the case at your house, you’re not alone. Just look at all the popular books with recipes to “sneak” veggies into your family’s diet. I am not in favor of those techniques. Because what does that teach a kid? That veggies are meant to be disguised and not enjoyed? Not to trust your cooking? Instead explain exactly what you’re serving and enjoy eating it yourself. That being said, smoothies with carrot (or other veggie juice) are a great way to get in a daily serving of fruits and vegetables. But be honest about what you mixed in. Once they say “yuuuummmm” tell them that’s because of the carrot juice and spinach. Also, seasoning is not the same as disguising. Experiment topping veggies with butter, a drizzle of olive oil, a teaspoon of pesto, freshly grated parmesan cheese, freshly ground pepper, cinnamon, or garlic salt. You can also serve raw veggies with different dips, like hummus, spinach dip, ranch dressing, caesar dressing, or try mixing equal amounts of plain yogurt with peanut butter and a squeeze of fresh lime for a quick and delicious dip (so good with banana chips!) Here’s another fav dip recipe.

      This Tzatziki Dip is amazeballs! Serve it with toasted pita bread, carrot sticks, and slices of bell pepper.

      Ingredients: 1 cup plain Greek yogurt, 3/4 cup shredded cucumber (about 1 medium cucumber), 2 teaspoons fresh lemon juice, 2 minced garlic cloves, and fresh ground black pepper, to taste.

      Directions: 1.) Peel cucumber and shred into a bowl using a cheese grater. 2.) Using a clean, dry towel, press out all moisture from shredded cucumber. 3.) In a separate bowl, combine yogurt, lemon juice, garlic and black pepper. Mix until combined. 4.) Fold in shredded cucumber. 5.) Chill at least 2 hours before serving.

      5. Get creative with these tips:

      • Incorporate veggies right into the meal, instead of serving on the side. Casseroles, soups, veggie pizzas, and pastas are a great example of this. Quiche is another delicious way to include all the best foods in one dish (my family’s fav recipe below!).
      • Veggies are not just for dinner. They make a fantastic morning and afternoon snack as well. Keep slices of cucumbers, carrot sticks, snap peas, broccoli, bell peppers, and grape tomatoes on hand for ready-to-grab snacks. In fact, the rule at my house is that snacks must come from the fridge first. Anything they want they can have–I always have yogurt, cheese, fruit, veggies, nuts, hard-boiled eggs, and leftovers in the fridge.
      • We eat a lot of salads at my house. The entire family enjoys grilled chicken caesar, taco salad, chef salad, chinese chicken salad, tuna noodle salad and make-you-own-salad night (which involves me pulling every leftover from the fridge to be used as a salad toppings).
      • Here’s a tough one–go back in time and feed your infant veggies as snacks from the very beginning. Or maybe you have an infant now…if so step away from the Gerber Puffs and goldfish crackers! There is absolutely no nutritional value in snacks like those. The minute your baby is ready to snack, serve real, fresh food and their taste buds will start off on the right track.

      Here’s my Zucchini Pie recipe. My friend Meg calls it “better than sex zucchini quiche”.

      Ingredients: 3 cups zucchini, grated (use a cheese grater), 1 small chopped onion, 1 cup all-purpose flour, 1 cup grated mozzarella cheese, 3 slightly beaten eggs, 1/4 cup extra virgin olive oil, 1/4 cup freshly grated Parmesan cheese, 2 teaspoons chopped fresh basil, 1 teaspoon baking powder, 1 teaspoon garlic salt, and freshly ground black pepper, to taste.

      Directions: 1.) Preheat oven to 350 degrees F. 2.) Combine all ingredients in a large bowl and mix well. 3.) Spoon the mixture into a 10-inch round glass pie plate that has been coated with cooking spray. 4.) Bake uncovered for 45-50 minutes, or until firm to the touch and golden brown. 5.) Cool 10 minutes.

      Please note, none of this is a perfect science. And I 1000% admit that you know your family better than I do. I also do not pretend to be a nutritionist, pediatrician, nor child psychologist. Some days some of this may work, other days you’ll kids will eat nothing but Cheetos and those blue icy pop thingies from the gas station. I get it. No judgment. I write this from a place of trying to help, not from a pedestal atop my perfect family. So are we good? Alright, ’cause I gotta go feed my kids cereal for dinner now.

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    • I Believe

      Posted at 7:03 pm by kpodulka, on April 25, 2016

      I believe in…
      Hope
      Wishes
      Dreams
      Pinkie swears and whispered promises

      I believe in…
      Kindness
      Goodness
      Honesty
      The Golden Rule and the Girl Scout Rule

      I believe in…
      Heros
      Saviors
      Teachers
      That we are all of these things to ourselves and to others

      I believe in…
      Angels
      Fairies
      Spirits
      This life, past lives, and the after-life

      I believe in…
      Miracles
      Magic
      Moments
      The ones that we see and the ones that we sense

      I believe in…
      Fate
      Chaos
      Destiny
      That the ride is bumpy, beautiful, and fantastically confusing

      I believe in…
      Love
      Love
      Love
      Take it in, give it out, it is all-encompassing

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    • Currently Obsessed With…

      Posted at 5:08 pm by kpodulka, on April 23, 2016

      1.Feminism. More specifically the uprise of attention on women’s issues. The double standards. The inconsistencies. The things that need to be fixed. Besides me being a woman, I’m raising a daughter. My hope is that we (the collective societal we) have this all ironed out by the time she’s 40. Fingers crossed.

      2. Positive Body Image. I have so much to say on this topic. SO MUCH. I’ve been a size 6 to a size 18, been pregnant 4 times, birthed two healthy babies, survived a handful of anorexic years, and been on every diet ever invented (This is not an exaggeration. After I ran out of US diets, I moved on to the latest fads in the UK and Australia.). I’m currently sitting here the biggest I’ve ever been. And it’s so freeing!!! (But that anorexic voice still lingers in my brain…) SO MUCH TO SAY.IMG_2656

      3. Swearing. I swear a lot. Like, a lot, a lot. I will not be bleeping myself here, so buckle up and enjoy the ride motha fuckers!!!!!!!

      4. Meditating. I’ve recently started meditating. It’s changing my life in 30 minute increments. My hunch is that when I’m 80, I’ll look back on my life, and see a dividing line between “before meditating” and “after meditating”. I’m learning to look inwards for truth, validation, and love. Turns out I’ve been looking outwards for all of that until this point in my life. I know, right?!?!

      5. Acceptance. Accepting my parents for who they are. Accepting my childhood for what it was. Accepting people for doing the best they can do and respecting their individual journeys. Accepting the fact that friendships change–some for better and some for worse. Accepting to let go of those “for worse” friendships. Accepting my true feelings and learning to express them. Accepting that I have a right to be here and to speak my truth. Accepting my role as a wife and mother, within the balance of my self. And finally, learning to accept a goddamn compliment. Why is that so fucking hard to do?

      6. Healing. My fucking ankle is still recovering ya’ll. P1020632

      7. Misc. (In no particular order.) The ocean. Sunshine. My phone. My couch. Online shopping. A hot lavender bath. Melissa McCarthy. Amy Poehler. Tina Fey. Amy Schumer. Jimmy Fallon. Justin Timberlake. President Obama. Hillary Clinton. Taylor Swift. Mindy Kaling. My kids. My sister. My husband. My closest friends. Babies. Kittens. The Honest Company. Chemical-Free everything. Organic everything. BeautyCounter. Eggs Benedict. An ice-cold beer on tap. Manners. Coffee. Coffee. Coffee. Coffee. Coffee. Coffee. Neuhaus Chocolates from Belgium. Paris. Inspirational quotes. Funny quotes. Cards Against Humanity at 2 AM in a room at the Ritz Carlton Half Moon Bay. Smoking pot in a British double-decker bus.Wine tasting. The color blue. Reading. Sleeping. Watching TV. Two hour phone calls with my sister. Fridays at the neighborhood pool. Signs from the universe. Hummingbirds. Coincidences. Chips & guac.

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    • First blog post

      Posted at 8:17 pm by kpodulka, on April 22, 2016

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      Watch this space. Big things are coming people. BIG THINGS.

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