Family updates- July 2013

Both Dad & Sheila say it is time to update, so here goes!

Erik: Continues to bike to work and has been working on his ability to do tricks with his 'fixie' glow in the dark bike.  Here is a recent video of doing a track stand.


Erik is also doing awesome on his weight loss.  He has lost over 15 lbs since Lucy was born and this weekend he ran 8 miles and swam 50 laps at the pool.  He is a power house!

We've decided that for our 7th anniversary we are going to run an 8k the weekend before our actual wedding date.


Claire:  I am back to working on my doula career and will be taking clients starting in November.  I am still nervous about how Lucy will do, especially at night, but it will be wonderful to be back attending births and have the extra money before the holidays.

I have been working on some writing- mostly birth articles- to be published on the NOVA natural birth website or (hopefully) in the DONA monthly magazine. We'll see. I still have some research to finish and need someone to edit them.  I am also being interviewed by a woman who writes blog posts for bump.com- very exciting!

Karl: Our sweet guy still loves being a big brother and we often have to remind him to be gentle as he just wants to squeeze Lucy as hard as he can.


We do a lot of artwork together in the basement while Lucy is awake and while she naps.  Here is one of my favorite pictures 'The Peacock'



This is a man in different rooms of his house

This is Flippy and Belinda our hand friends.  We had a full day of conversations between our two hands.
 Karl is finally big enough to work on the alphabet activities I made for him a year ago.  This wheel has capital letters- the clothes pins have the matching lower case letters.  There are three wheels- upper case letters, lower case letters, and pictures where you have to match the sound of the first letter with the correct clothes pin. 


Big brother is also learning to ride his bike. He and Erik spend a lot of time at the playground doing tricks.

When the weather isn't too hot we take our crafts outside and do some painting.  Recently, we had a friends over (she is just 18 months) and painting outside became nude painting! 




Lucy:  Little Lucy has a lot of monikers- Little Lu (Erik), Lucy Goose (Claire), Goosey (Karl's little friend D.), Moosey Moose (Karl).  We will see which one sticks.

She is getting more active as the days go by and just a few days ago we got our first real giggle.  There are no words to express how adorable it was. She squeals!



Unlike Karl at this age, Lucy is rarely happy laying in someone's arms.  She has to be standing up.  Often if she starts fussing at Erik all he needs to do is let her stand and she is content for at least 15 minutes. 


I am often amazed at the positions little ones find comfortable to sleep in. This picture doesn't really show off how twisted Lucy is, but her back is completely bowed and her neck was stretched so far back it looked painful.


 I think that as much as Lucy loves her mama right now, the biggest and most wonderful person in her life will end up being Karl. Already she hears his voice and looks for him in the room.  I am glad that we waited to have another baby as Karl is fantastic with her.

One last thing- a long video of really nothing :) Lucy just looks cute and talks some. I figure only the grandparents will watch it.



Lucy J- one month


It's hard to believe that a month has already gone by since Lucy was born! 


She is a much better sleeper and nurser than Karl was at this age. I hope it continues! We get a long stretch of about 5 hours and then she's up every 2-3 at night, but is happy to nurse and go straight back to sleep.


She's a good napper, but prefers to sleep on a chest rather than on the bed. 



Karl has adjusted to his new baby very well.
He loves to help change diapers and shows her all his favorite things.



We've only had a few scares with Karl and Lucy- like when he decided to build a fort of pillows around her and she ended up with one on her face...or he tried to get her to stop crying by covering her mouth with his hand.  Overall, he is very gentle and loves being around baby Lucy.



Karl wants to do things just like Mommy. When we first had Lucy he offered to nurse her by lifting up his shirt...he didn't understand why only Mommy could do it. Just yesterday we made him a baby carrier so he can wear his favorite animals.

Lucy and Karl gave me a great Mother's Day- a sleep in, pancakes, lunch out and a nap with Lucy, 


Bike to work day! (Safely)



7 minutes into the documentary "Pedal" you get to meet Skeletor. "Masters of the universe." 10 years on the road on a bicycle has taught Skeletor some important lessons, and I've stolen one of his affectations for my own. Sometimes I'll notice someone not paying particularly close attention near or on the trail (either children or stroller moms gabbing..) and the best thing to do rather than braking suddenly (which can be very dangerous) is to shout so they'll hear you.  Shouting is not typically socially acceptable, which has people ringing bells. Bells are equally annoying and surprising though, and I used to loathe having to use mine. But Skeletor has it figured out. He cheers - "Hip.. Hip!" This technique will immediately turn heads, and often illicit a smile. The cadence and sharp syllables also help people judge distance and speed just from the sound.

Tomorrow is bike to work day. It's important for cars and bikes to be safe everyday, but this is a good occasion to redouble our efforts.

First, for the drivers:

Ever feel your heart pumping when you see a police officer? This is a bad sign. You should imagine in your head that every car you see is a police car, and every bike you see is a cop on two wheels. When you drive around paying that kind of respect to everyone, you'll feel less stressed (IMHO). When someone else is aggressive, that's their problem, don't let them make it your problem.

Cyclists have a right to the road too, and you're in a car and with physical superiority. Don't confuse that with actual superiority. You're both trying to get somewhere. It seems crazy. I used to think they should be on the sidewalk. After experiencing the jump of pedestrians as you pass (often towards you, paradoxically), or having cars ignore you as you cross intersections and almost run you down to make a right turn, you'll see the light.

When you see me signal that I'm about to make a left turn, do not gun your engine to cross the double yellow and pass me on the left. This happened today. If a policeman had been around it would have meant a very big fine for the driver, and if they'd misjudged oncoming traffic it could have been bad for everyone. If I hadn't been paying careful attention it could have been bad for me, and the driver could easily loose their license over such a aggressive action if they hit a pedestrian.

If you see a cyclist has fallen in the road, you must stop for them. Ask if they need help. Even if they look ok, wait until they are back up before passing them by, otherwise someone behind you might not see them. Sometimes cyclists who 'clip in' to their pedals will fall (in a slow-mo tip over kind of way), and you might be tempted to laugh and continue. They are less visible to other drivers, and you have a civic responsibility to make sure they get back up, even if everyone has a laugh.

Why do some of you want to race me when the light turns green? Recently I was "outmatched" by a motorcycle who popped a wheelie giving it so much gas in order to beat me through the intersection. I'm not fast, you have an engine and shouldn't be intimidated that I can accelerate so quickly from a dead stop.

For the cyclists:

We should return the favor of the social contract with drivers by not causing what I call "intersection stampedes". This is when someone sees a break in traffic and decides to make a break for it. Other cyclists and pedestrians see this, and assume the signal has changed. The auditory warning beeps (for deaf people?) might help with this some, but humans are herd animals, and that's difficult to overcome. It's an incredibly dangerous situation to cause. If there's lots of people, just chill. Usually this causes the drivers to have to wait when they would normally be able to go, and that's annoying. So cut it out.

Treat the cars as though they have more of a right to the road then you do when you're not already in the road. When you ride in a lane, signal even if they aren't close, and take up enough of the lane so that everyone sees you rather than skulking in between parked cars. Most drivers do really well with this, as long as you're not needlessly keeping them from passing.

Do not pass slower cyclists during a head on "merge". This happened to me recently, and I got a sing-songy condescending "On your left" by someone who saw my look of surprise. Not 100 feet down the path they dismounted and sat down on a bench. Wow. You're so fast.

Lane splitting, especially at intersections is a controversial subject. Sometimes it's okay I think. Usually it isn't. If you want drivers to treat you as a legit road entity and pay you heed, you have to act like one, even if that means you're a few cars away from the intersection. I only lane split if the road is very wide or there's a designated bike lane for that purpose. Sitting in traffic is a good opportunity to smile at drivers anyway. If you can accelerate quickly at the green, they'll give you all the space you need. Don't make them pass you again and again just because you want to be at the front of the intersections.

Adjust your seat height, probably higher.  It's amazing to me how many people I see sitting low in their seat. If you only bike to work tomorrow, and your last bike was purchased by your parents when you were a teenager, this is likely to be you. People grow into their bikes and never get refit, then buy new bikes and keep the seat where they were used to having it. Look at skeletor's knee extensors. You won't engage those unless you can almost straighten your leg at the bottom of the pedal stroke.

Finally, keep an eye on the rear-view mirrors you pass for faces! Drivers will look before taking off, but they won't look very hard before opening their door to get out. This is a verb: dooring (to door) a cyclist means opening your door into the cycling lane (there is always a cycling lane, even if it's not marked!) Unfortunately, the dooring law did not pass in VA recently. Bummer!

Stay safe out there kids!

PS: I forgot all about the Krebs Cycle in my last post. This is where muscle directly burns VLDLs or free fatty acids or protein, not just glucose. Very interesting stuff.  I suppose there is some truth behind the PE teacher's flogging the "fat burning zone" I can admit when I'm wrong.

UPDATE: On the ride in today I saw angry drivers shouting obscenities at each other. Know that when this happens the cyclists are smirking at each other with a superiority complex. Another cyclist passed me during a head-on merge, and then silently tried to pass a woman and dog that were clearly moving erratically. He fell off the trail. As the saying goes: takes all kinds.

To Mom


Dear Mom,
I don't have the money to send you flowers through the mail and the gift that Karl made can wait until we see you again.  However, I thought you might like to know that I appreciate you and all that you have done to make my life better.

You gave birth to me (and I know how hard that is!) and from that moment on every problem that I had was put on your shoulders.  Thanks for making sure that I was taken care of physically and emotionally at such a young age.

You let me play and be a kid.  So many children now, it seems, are over scheduled and don't have time to imagine and be outside.  I still remember playing house outside in our big magnolia tree in North Carolina, hiking around Monterey, holding on to your back as you swam laps at the Y, sitting with Elizabeth while we created elaborate Barbie houses, playing kick the can, and generally being forced outside when TV held a greater appeal.  Thank you for making me appreciate playing.

You made me polite.  Elizabeth reminded me the other day that before we would go to a friend's house you would go through a monologue similar to this:

"Who are you?  That's right a Lohr-Myers.  And what do Lohr-Myers' do?  Yes, we say 'please' and 'thank you', we eat what is prepared, we share, and we are nice people."

The other day when Karl was going to spend the night at Nana's house I stopped him and we went through this little talk together.  What a great way to remind us what was expected.  Even when I was a picky eater I never outright snubbed a dinner (I may have just pushed around the food, but I wasn't rude).  



You taught me to fight fairly (sibling fighting excluded).  When I told you that I wanted to marry Erik the only question you asked was "Is someone always apologizing during your fights?" We don't always succeed in avoiding an argument, but we do our best to listen to the other side.  It's worked our pretty well :) 

You made me a better Mom.  You weren't perfect and neither am I.  What I am, however, is a well adjusted adult who knows how to express love to my own children.  My life is better because you raised me and my children's lives will be better thanks to you.  Thanks Mom.  I wouldn't be here or who I am without you.  

Love,
Lexa





Teamsax++

This one looks a lot like her big brother, doesn't she? Lucy Jolivette Sax isn't yet 12 hours old; I'm already trying to figure out how I'll afford the pony. When do little girls start asking for that? Hopefully it'll take her a while to figure out that daddy is a complete push-over for anything his beautiful little girl wants.

A big thank you to all of our labor assistance, your help was so important to us - being a doula's doula is a tough job indeed.

So far (from what I can tell) her favorite things are mommy, Charlie-dog, and sleeping.

Claire is recovering very well, keep us in your thoughts and prayers!

For the uninitiated, the ++ is a programmer's operator that says "increment by one".

The Gorilla (part 3)

I've written before about how important it is to eat foods that are good for you, to view yourself as an investment. It's a struggle. Cheap food tastes good.

Lately I've been working on losing the weight, and I hit upon an attitude that's helping me slog through the exercise. It's not something you'd think about very much; unless you're an organic chemist. Think about this: when you lose weight (fat) where does it go?

A lot of lay-people might imagine that you sweat it out. The only reason for sweating is to get rid of heat, not weight. You can store fat while sweating, since there might be a wide variety of reasons for being hot. In fact, while hot due to outside factors, you are likely to burn fewer calories.

Some people might think you end up 'eliminating' the fat, to put it politely. Wrong again. Urine contains some by-products of metabolism, notably urea and creatinine. The stuff coming out of your colon is not from anything other than your food - dietary fiber mostly.

The answer is, when you lose weight, you breathe it out. Through your lungs. This is an enormously powerful concept to imagine, and I was surprised to realize that it was never part of my study of chemistry or biology in high school. I do remember zealous PE and health teachers talking about a 'cardio fat burning zone,' a concept closer to folk medicine than science.

You see, you are carbon based. The pic at the outset of this entry is the wikimedia visualization of a CO2 molecule (a visualization that is basically nonsense from anything other than an abstract perspective). CO2 is the result of your body living and doing. Your cells dump CO2 into your blood, and this triggers your breathing reflex. If you hold your breath, you'll feel CO2 burning your lungs as the concentration increases. If you are working hard, you'll find yourself breathing hard, and you're burning a lot of carbon into CO2.

You've got 2 forms of carbon energy in your body that are of primary importance to gaining and losing weight: glucose and triglycerides. When your cells want to eat, they eat glucose, and emit CO2. When your 'serum glucose' flags, your liver steps in and converts triglycerides to glucose.  There are 6 carbons in glucose, and there are 55 carbons in triglycerides. Woah. Lipids are action packed with energy. They're so cool my grandfather got his PHD in lipids. I guess you could say fat is in my blood.... (pause for the laughter)

Your body has all these systems that function in harmony to keep your glucose and triglycerides at a fairly constant level, mostly by sending signals from the liver, pancreas, pituitary, thyroid and all those nasty fat cells. If you have too much fat in your blood, your fat cells will store it to lower these levels, and your liver is good at doing the heavy lifting of the chemical changes from fat to sugar and back again. There's a tip, if you're trying to lose weight, go easy on your liver, don't drink, and make sure you get enough natural enzymes in your diet (lemons and stuff).

When it comes to exercise, if you are breathing hard, you're likely breathing off some bits from your thighs (as long as you have a caloric deficit). I have found that thinking this way has helped me when biking; if I'm not breathing very hard, it's time to pedal harder, and if I'm struggling to catch my breath, it's ok to take a break. Why burn sugar anaerobically (not enough oxygen) and create lactic acid that is basically bad for you (sore muscles)?

The weirdest thing about this chemistry is that the 'weight' will weigh more when you breathe it out.  Since the carbon is all chained up in a giant molecule, when you breathe it out as CO2 it has 2 extra oxygens per carbon, an additional 115 atoms per fat molecule! To lose a pound of fat, you must breathe in 2 of oxygen and out 3 of CO2. Sucking air during a workout never felt so good.

Can it!

Erik here folks. I promised my favorite cousin that I'd write up how I made a soda-can alcohol stove, so here we are. This is a variant of a 'hobo stove' which might be made out of a coffee can. This is my second time making one of these; this time it worked. Here's the result, sitting on a silly base I made:


This stove runs on methanol, or methyl alcohol. Wood alcohol, in English. You can buy it at walmart, it comes in yellow bottles under the brand name HEET. It's normally used as a gasoline additive to make sure your fuel lines don't freeze up. You can also run small engines on it, or its cousin Iso-HEET (isopropyl alcohol for diesels). Methanol is toxic if ingested, and if you get just a few milliliters you could go blind forever. Watch out for methanol in moonshine! I understand lead poisoning is more of a moonshine risk nowadays given the homespun soldier connections.

Two tablespoons of heet was more than enough boil a cup of water with enough pressure to make my kettle whistle. I ran this stove for 20-30 minutes the other day without refueling. Cool!

Building this stove is very easy. You'll need two soda cans. Since I'm a ginger, I made my stove out of ginger ale. Cut the bottoms off both soda cans to the same height, say 1 to 2 inches. The trick to this is to use a rubber band to make sure you cut an even line all the way around the cylinder.

So you have 2 soda can bottoms (discard the tops). Now, you want to fit them together so they form a compact, closed cylinder. But you can't. Darn. The first time I tried this I cut opposing slots into either can and fitted them together. This worked horribly, and wasted my time. Instead, get some pliers out, and frill one of the cans until you can squeeze it into the other one. They should snap cleanly together, never to be separated again.

The first time I made one of these, I followed some advice in which I cut out the middle of the "top" of my new stove (the top is the side without a seam). This was a dumb move. All you need to do is pop 1 or 2 fill holes into the middle of the top of the stove with a thumb-tack. Finally, use the thumb-tack to make 16 holes evenly spaced around the rim, and you're done. Make sure you put it in something before you fuel it up, or you'll have a mess. I recommend a coffee can. Or dirt.

When I first tested the stove, it wouldn't light. Someone gave me some bad advice here, to cover the fill holes with a penny. The copper on the penny burned off, and didn't help it light. Turns out the penny was superfluous, without it the fill hole(s) will also make an additional jet.

I discovered the trick to lighting this stove is to fill the top with fuel and light it immediately before it drains into the reservoir - the flame spilling over the sides is a good thing. You'll see the fuel boiling, this is a good sign, and then the jets will light. It'll stay lit till it runs out of fuel.

I tried cooking a hotdog on it. This is ill advised as the fat drippings will cause a big flame up, and now my little stove has nasty burn stains on it. A single serving steel coffee cup is probably the best thing for it. Next time I'm out camping and want some morning coffee I won't have to give my dead camp-fire embers a forlorn look before heading for civilization.

If you've made it this far, you must be a relative, so here's an update on things. I bought a bike that glows in the dark.


So that's cool. Bicycling is my preferred form of exercise. My brother swims, my sister runs, and I don't really like either of those things. I tested a 20+ mile bike ride into my office last week, and this Wednesday plan to start regularly commuting.

Karl has discovered "Peanut butter jelly time" and asks why that banana wants a sandwich.

Claire had a doula reunion last week, and a small number of the dozens of babies from last year showed up.



We picked 2 names for the upcoming child. For now it exists in a dual androgynous state.

Here's a funny picture of our nasty little creature.


My kayak project continues, I don't have any fresh pictures, but get ready to see the cockpit recess.