Dear Future Mothers,
Do yourself a favor. When your child has an occasional accident and wets the bed, do not try to find exactly what other bedding is wet by smelling it. I did so only because there were fans on in the room when I started stripping the bed. I was concerned that I wouldn't find all the wet spots, so I smelled the pillow. Yes it was wet, and my nose got a little too close. I'm officially disgusted and am making a note to never do that again. I made the sacrifice, now you can rest in peace knowing what not to do. ;-)
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
Monday, July 18, 2011
Coconut Pineapple Popsicles
So this is another one of my recipes that got created by a God idea. I really wanted something cold and healthy for my daughter to eat when she woke up from her nap and after prayer here's the recipe we came up with.
Prep time: 10 minutes.
Freeze time: 15 hours
2 C. frozen pineapple
1 C. yogurt (Brown Cow with the Cream top is my favorite).
1/2 C. dried unsweetened coconut
1 banana
1 tsp. vanilla extract
1 1/2 -2 C. Sweetened Coconut Milk (I buy it in the dairy alternative section, next to the soy milk).
Dump all of it in a blender. Blend till smooth. Poor into molds and freeze 15 hours.
Prep time: 10 minutes.
Freeze time: 15 hours
2 C. frozen pineapple
1 C. yogurt (Brown Cow with the Cream top is my favorite).
1/2 C. dried unsweetened coconut
1 banana
1 tsp. vanilla extract
1 1/2 -2 C. Sweetened Coconut Milk (I buy it in the dairy alternative section, next to the soy milk).
Dump all of it in a blender. Blend till smooth. Poor into molds and freeze 15 hours.
Saturday, July 16, 2011
First born and no regrets.
After reading a friend's excellent and rather humour blog about being a first born. I decided to write some of my own thoughts about the subject.
1.My personality (although shaped by being the first born) couldn't stand being anything but the eldest. I love having a younger sister and I have all the characteristics of a first born child. I am success driven, independent, I tend to be focused and a tad serious, and have been a motherly type for as long as I can remember. I don't mind orders but I prefer for you to give them to me and then get out of my way.
2.I always felt that ultimately things were my responsibility. For instance: when my sister failed to do her chores, I felt that it reflected on me or my family somehow if the job didn't get done... so I would do it for her on occasion. I planned all of her birthday parties up until she was old enough to plan them herself... if she and my mom had a mis-understanding I jumped in to interpret both sides.
3. My favorite perks: I had my parents entirely to myself for the first 4 years of my life. I got to do everything first: like drive, which meant that I got to dictate where we went as it was after all my car.
4. I do think there are some mild injustices to being a first born. A personal one being that since both my parents were the youngest siblings, their sympathy's were slightly biased in favor of the younger one. If you think it's rough always hearing that your sibling must be included in everything, try having two parents who remember what it was like to be left out! Side note: since my sis and I are best friends I'm kind of glad they did. How else would I have ever come to know what an awesome person she is.
5. Some things never change. Even now that we're grown, people still expect that I can handle things and that I'll ask if I need help. In short I almost never get un-wanted advice from people who know both of us. My sis, on the other hand has to frequently state her independence to get people to help her less.
Now that I'm a parent I can already see my daughter's strong first born tendencies showing up all over the place. Partly due to being a girl, but being my first born, she's mommy helper. She's the most responsible two year old I know. She puts away all her own toys, and if you help her be sure you put them away correctly or it could be bad for you. She faithfully takes care of her babies and she took to watching out for her brother from the moment we brought him home from the birth center. She is my Ginny pig and as much as I hate to admit it there's no way around it. She did everything early as a baby and at 29 months old she knows letters A-E by sight and association. She's mostly potty trained and eats with little to no mess at table. She can count to 5, knows all of her colors, understands basic spanish and said her first two word spanish sentence this past week. I could go on and on, but before you accuse me of using my blog to brag you need to know that I taught her very little of it.
I guess what I'm getting at is that I want my daughter to be a first born with no regrets. I hope that as a first born I'll be sympathetic toward her inborn desires and drives and not push her too hard. I also hope that since my hubby is the oldest boy out of five (which makes him feel like a first born) and with my being a first born that we will not be hard on our youngest just because we know what the babies can get away with. If I'm successful (ha) then maybe one day, my youngest will one day write about being the youngest with no regrets.
1.My personality (although shaped by being the first born) couldn't stand being anything but the eldest. I love having a younger sister and I have all the characteristics of a first born child. I am success driven, independent, I tend to be focused and a tad serious, and have been a motherly type for as long as I can remember. I don't mind orders but I prefer for you to give them to me and then get out of my way.
2.I always felt that ultimately things were my responsibility. For instance: when my sister failed to do her chores, I felt that it reflected on me or my family somehow if the job didn't get done... so I would do it for her on occasion. I planned all of her birthday parties up until she was old enough to plan them herself... if she and my mom had a mis-understanding I jumped in to interpret both sides.
3. My favorite perks: I had my parents entirely to myself for the first 4 years of my life. I got to do everything first: like drive, which meant that I got to dictate where we went as it was after all my car.
4. I do think there are some mild injustices to being a first born. A personal one being that since both my parents were the youngest siblings, their sympathy's were slightly biased in favor of the younger one. If you think it's rough always hearing that your sibling must be included in everything, try having two parents who remember what it was like to be left out! Side note: since my sis and I are best friends I'm kind of glad they did. How else would I have ever come to know what an awesome person she is.
5. Some things never change. Even now that we're grown, people still expect that I can handle things and that I'll ask if I need help. In short I almost never get un-wanted advice from people who know both of us. My sis, on the other hand has to frequently state her independence to get people to help her less.
Now that I'm a parent I can already see my daughter's strong first born tendencies showing up all over the place. Partly due to being a girl, but being my first born, she's mommy helper. She's the most responsible two year old I know. She puts away all her own toys, and if you help her be sure you put them away correctly or it could be bad for you. She faithfully takes care of her babies and she took to watching out for her brother from the moment we brought him home from the birth center. She is my Ginny pig and as much as I hate to admit it there's no way around it. She did everything early as a baby and at 29 months old she knows letters A-E by sight and association. She's mostly potty trained and eats with little to no mess at table. She can count to 5, knows all of her colors, understands basic spanish and said her first two word spanish sentence this past week. I could go on and on, but before you accuse me of using my blog to brag you need to know that I taught her very little of it.
I guess what I'm getting at is that I want my daughter to be a first born with no regrets. I hope that as a first born I'll be sympathetic toward her inborn desires and drives and not push her too hard. I also hope that since my hubby is the oldest boy out of five (which makes him feel like a first born) and with my being a first born that we will not be hard on our youngest just because we know what the babies can get away with. If I'm successful (ha) then maybe one day, my youngest will one day write about being the youngest with no regrets.
Sunday, July 10, 2011
Another fabulous Etsy store!
Check out this lovely Etsy store.
This one belongs to a friend of mine. Her name is Caitlin.
She made this play mat for my sis. Isn't darling?
Be sure to keep her in mind the next time you go shopping!
This one belongs to a friend of mine. Her name is Caitlin.
She made this play mat for my sis. Isn't darling?
Be sure to keep her in mind the next time you go shopping!
Friday, July 8, 2011
Help a family adopt a boy from Uganda!
So my sis had this on her baby blog and I wanted to share also. You have simply got to check out this couple's Etsy Account! They opened it to raise the funds they need to adopt and bring their son home from Uganda. They have really cute stuff and it goes towards an awesome cause!
Monday, July 4, 2011
Great Article
10 Things You Might Not Know About Our Independence
Since I was raised as a homeschooler, my parents made sure that my sister and I knew these things before we graduated from high school. My children will be required to do the same.
Since I was raised as a homeschooler, my parents made sure that my sister and I knew these things before we graduated from high school. My children will be required to do the same.
Babies Don't Keep
My Mom had this posted proudly in our home growing up and she lived by it. It's one of my favorites and I had to share.
Babies Don’t Keep
by Ruth Hulburt Hamilton
Mother, O Mother, come shake out your cloth,
Empty the dustpan, poison the moth,
Hang out the washing, make up the bed,
Sew on a button and butter the bread.
Where is the mother whose house is so shocking?
She’s up in the nursery, blissfully rocking.
Oh, I’ve grown as shiftless as Little Boy Blue,
Lullabye, rockabye, lullabye loo.
Dishes are waiting and bills are past due
Pat-a-cake, darling, and peek, peekaboo
The shopping’s not done and there’s nothing for stew
And out in the yard there’s a hullabaloo
But I’m playing Kanga and this is my Roo
Look! Aren’t his eyes the most wonderful hue?
Lullabye, rockaby lullabye loo.
The cleaning and scrubbing can wait till tomorrow
But children grow up as I’ve learned to my sorrow.
So quiet down cobwebs; Dust go to sleep!
I’m rocking my baby and babies don’t keep.
Babies Don’t Keep
by Ruth Hulburt Hamilton
Mother, O Mother, come shake out your cloth,
Empty the dustpan, poison the moth,
Hang out the washing, make up the bed,
Sew on a button and butter the bread.
Where is the mother whose house is so shocking?
She’s up in the nursery, blissfully rocking.
Oh, I’ve grown as shiftless as Little Boy Blue,
Lullabye, rockabye, lullabye loo.
Dishes are waiting and bills are past due
Pat-a-cake, darling, and peek, peekaboo
The shopping’s not done and there’s nothing for stew
And out in the yard there’s a hullabaloo
But I’m playing Kanga and this is my Roo
Look! Aren’t his eyes the most wonderful hue?
Lullabye, rockaby lullabye loo.
The cleaning and scrubbing can wait till tomorrow
But children grow up as I’ve learned to my sorrow.
So quiet down cobwebs; Dust go to sleep!
I’m rocking my baby and babies don’t keep.
Friday, July 1, 2011
Family Night
So I have two favorite nights a week. One is date night. The other is family night. Last night was a great family night. I made fish tacos with pico de gallo and home made lemonade. Then we had chocolate chip cookies with milk for desert. After that we watched our favorite family tv show then we played a game with the kids. It's not so much what we do, it's just that we have so much fun as a family doing just about anything together that makes me love family night so very much!
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