If you are what you eat, then right now I'm a big 'ol Jordan Almond.

I have a secret desire to be Granola. Not the kind you eat, but the kind you see roaming the streets of Flagstaff or buying quinoa in bulk at Whole Foods. And I especially want to be a Granola Mom. The idea of living green and eating raw is so appealing to someone like me, who wants her children to eat naturally and healthy. So what's the big deal here? Where's the story?

In all truth, there is no story. I simply yearn to be that type of mother. In order to become said mother, I must make some mandatory changes in my life. These include, but are not limited to:

1. Stop buying ice cream. 

 Now, I know ice cream in and of itself is not a bad thing, but to me, in my house, it is the      Devil. I simply cannot resist it, and late at night when I am watching some random movie with  IH, it will get eaten by me. The entire pint. Or at least a really big bowl of it.

2. Buy more vegetables.

This seems easy enough, but I realized that I haven't been making this one a priority. Veggies with EVERY SINGLE MEAL is ideal and practical. Include: Broccoli, squash, carrots, peas, grean beans and green leafy stuff. 

3. Go back to yoga.

I loved it. I want it back. Enough said.

Okay--so those are just a few minor changes that I can and will make. Easy enough. But I want to give myself a pat on the back for the all the granola-ness that I already possess.

1. I wrap/carry Miss C  to establish her sense of security and closeness to me...just like all the fabulous women of other cultures have been doing for centuries.

2. I make all her baby food. I'm actually proud of myself for this one, because I didn't even think of doing it for the boys. It's so much fun, and everything she eats is fresh, organic, and in it's original color.

3. I buy organic as much as possible--even milk when I'm feeling courageous enough to spend $5.99 on one gallon. Yikes. Forget you just read that, IH. K? K.

4. I'm slowly but surely converting all my cleaning products to the yummy-smelling green ones.

Why didn't they just start out making these products this way??

Okay--so these probably scream "conscientious mom" rather than "granola" but I'm trying.

I know I'll never truly be as granola as I secretly desire...I love Nordstrom and chicken too much to give up. 

However, I do despise beef. I think that should count toward my Granola-ness. Unless I spot an In-N-Out, of course. Then I quickly forget my repulsion and chow down the best burger in the world.