Monday, July 23, 2012

Baby Books and Beyond (Just Do It! Edition)

I've mentioned before (here and here) my desire/need to have a ready system for jotting down funny stories and memories.  Specifically, I once heard of a mommy who kept various colors of note cards handy (a specific color for each child) to jot down milestones and anecdotes.  I kept putting it off, but today I (finally) just did it!  Nothing fancy, but my "system" is ready to go:

Reed is totally in that stage where he says and does so many funny and sweet things that I want to be sure to remember.  And poor Molly doesn't have a baby book yet, so I figured I should have some accessible way to jot down dates and milestones for her until I can transfer them into an official book.  So, the purple index cards are for anything Molly, and the green cards are for all things Reed...

Molly's first purple note card has today's date, and that we broke her out of the swaddle.  (I know my dad is happy; he hates seeing Molly in her "straightjacket.")  Here's to hoping she does well, and finds a thumb or some fingers to soothe herself back to sleep!

Reed's first green card tells this story: I was putting Reed down for his nap today and asked if he wanted to talk to Jesus together.  Reed said, "Where is Jesus?"  I answered, "He is everywhere, Reed.  Jesus is God, and He is present everywhere all the time."  Reed, looking all around his room: "But I can't see Jesus, Mom."  I said, "We don't see Jesus with our eyes, but He is here because He is God."  I paused for a second, and patting my chest, added, "Jesus lives in my heart too; He lives inside of me."  Reed leaned forward eagerly, pulled on the neckline of my shirt, and yelled into it: "I love you, Jesus!"  I couldn't do anything but smile at him... and silently thank God for the sweet moments of raising young children.  I'm so constantly reminded of the huge task of shepherding the hearts of our children, and pray for wisdom to teach them Truth and point them toward God, even in these little moments.

I hope my make-do cards-and-pen-in-a-jar encourage you to just do it too, and get out a notebook or download an app to take notes as you make memories with your precious gifts from God! :)

Thursday, July 19, 2012

3 Months of Molly

Molly is 3 months old today!

I have nothing new to tell you about Molly Bette except that she just gets sweeter and sweeter!  And I'm not just saying that.  I think she might be the sweetest baby in the whole wide world.  Three months is, sniffle, a quarter of a year... I have no words for how quickly that went, except for boo and hoo.

The only complaint I can come up with (and it doesn't take me long to think of it!) is that she has started crying for her pacifier a couple of times each night- argghhhh.  She dropped her middle of the night feeding 2 months ago (PTL!), but I think we were so enthralled that she liked her pacifier (Reed never did) that perhaps we led her to love her pacifier... Last night, however, we didn't hear a peep from her for the first time in a while, so maybe we are on our way back to sweet sleep.  (It is really tiring to have to kick Matt in the middle of the night, night after night, and tell him Molly called for him.) ;)

the lip

Oh!  I do have something new to report besides increasing levels of sweetness.  Molly grasped a toy for the first time a couple of weeks ago.

We quickly snapped a picture of her holding the rattle, but Reed wasn't too sure what the big deal was.  Matt explained that Molly had learned something new, and then we showed Reed a picture of baby Reed grasping a toy for the first time-- Bonus points: It was the same rattle. :)

For the next several days Reed would try to shove toys into Molly's hands, and yell "Quick, Mom!  Take a picture!" :)

Big bro Reed went to spend 3 days with his Papa & Grammy and cousins in town from Colorado!  So far, I heard they have plans for canoeing, swimming, movie night, golf-carting, and Chickfila ice cream (hello summer fun list!)  So this morning I am sitting here in a silent house, getting to celebrate Molly's 3-month-day with a little bit of extra Molly/Mommy time (until we head to the lake for Senior Send-off, the real reason for Reed's slumber party) :)

The party-ers here to pick up Reed- Dad looks tired already. Haha.

Monday, July 9, 2012

Brownie Berry Pizza

We recently had this for dessert:

And it was gooood. Thought you might like a slice! (Or 2).

Although the dessert pizza concept isn't new on the scene, I did come across this particular recipe on Pinterest.  The recipe is originally from

I changed up a few ingredients, and made our Brownie 'n Berries Dessert Pizza like this:

1 box brownie mix*
(+ ingredients called for on box)
1 package 8 oz. cream cheese, softened (I used 1/3 less fat)
1 jar marshmallow fluff (or 1/3 cup sugar/ 1/2 tsp vanilla, see step 4 below)
fresh strawberries, sliced
fresh raspberries
fresh blueberries

*I used a brownie mix with chocolate chunks, and would highly recommend hitting a savory chunk of chilled chocolate as you bite into the delicious layers of rich brownie, creamy icing, and fresh, tart berries. :)

1. Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Grease bottom of round pizza pan. (I used two 8" baking rounds and made 2 smaller pies, but only because I don't own a pizza pan with edges).

2. Prepare/blend brownie mix in a large bowl, as directed on box.  Pour batter into pan(s).

3. Bake 18-20 minutes (or adjust with bakeware), and cool completely (about 1 hour).  I let mine cool in the pan.

4. In a small bowl, mix together cream cheese and marshmallow fluff (or 1/3 cup sugar and 1/2 tsp vanilla, as recipe calls for) with an electric mixer until smooth.  I think I did add a teensy bit of vanilla.  (Sorry, I had some fluff that was going to expire so I used that.)

5. Ice brownies with mixture, and arrange berries on top.  Refrigerate.  Store covered in fridge.

6.  Eat.

Saturday, July 7, 2012

Sleepy Parenting

Last night Matt and I both stayed up all. night. long. with 80 middle and high school students.  (Have I mentioned I chase around a 2 year old by day and wake up to a 2 month old by night?  What was I thinking?!?)  Today we've both slept a couple of hours and are now stumbling through the afternoon with our eyes fixed on an early bedtime.  Even in our weary state, however, we are trying to stick to our parenting guns...

Reed (loudly): Get my milk!
Me: Reed, how do you ask nicely for milk?
Reed: avast ahoy my milk!
Matt: wordlessly fetches milk
Reed (sweetly): Thank you

But it is difficult when you parent a humorous pirate.  Wash?

By the way, the lock-in was actually fun... Sparkles at 2 am:

Tuesday, July 3, 2012

Fast & Furious

My little man is growing up way too fast.  And maybe a little too furious.  A few moments from today...

It is hard for me to admit, but I have officially gone from "Mommy" to "Mom."  Today, though, I hit an all new low; I got my first "MoooOOoOoOm."  Reed and I were playing with matchbox cars, and I was accosted with: "MOooOoom... You taked my cars out of line."  Sad times.

This morning, a couple of Reed's buddies came over and Reed was in a less than sharing mood.  I caught him grabbing hold of Mason with one hand on a shoulder and one on his neck(?!)  I didn't want to put ideas in his head, but also wanted to make sure my child wasn't the next Scranton strangler, so as I marched him into the hallway I asked him what he was doing to his friend.  "I was pushing."  I calmly said, "That is not kind. We do not use our hands to hurt people."  A few minutes and one coveted toy later, Reed (with his arms pressed against his sides), went belly bumping at his victim.  I realized my mistake before the words (serious and innocent) left his lips: "I not using my hands, Mom."

This evening, Reed randomly hit at me. None of our discipline techniques seem to phase Reed too much of late.  After a time out and a talking to, Matt sent him my way to issue an apology.  I decided to squeeze in an appeal to his emotional understanding.  It went something like this:
Reed: I'm sorry, Mom, for hitting you.
Mommy: I forgive you Reed.  It makes me very sad when you hit.  I love you very much.
Reed: Furrows his brow in distress, and as I stare at his pained expression, I'm sure I have gotten through to him.  I'm concerned that he might even be on the verge of a quivering lip...  That is, until he puts his hands on his hips and asks me, "Where are your tears?!"