Monday, November 30, 2009

Not Me! Monday

This weekend we celebrated Chris's birthday, and it was certainly not the first time I've thrown him a party since we've been married. We invited all his friends, and we all had an absolute blast!

I would love to share some pictures of the festivities, but I absolutely was not the one who made a big to-do about getting the cameras ready and then totally forgot to snap the first picture! Nope, not me!

We had some delightful goodies, snacks and other bite sized creations, and I had all my own unique and wonderful recipes. I most certainly did not snag two of my mom's annual crowd-pleasing concoctions, and wouldn't even think about ripping off my sis's new winner - fried ravioli and marinara sauce! Yum! That wasn't me, either!

Hayden of course entertained everyone with her laughing, crawling, clapping, "i love you this much"-ing antics. I held her and watched after her the whole time. I certainly did not pawn her off on her MeMa and Poppie the second they arrived. I really am am such a good mother - I had her to bed very early, too. I of course didn't let her stay up until the party wrapped at 12:30... Not ME!

Yesterday, you know we jumped right up at the crack of dawn and began cleaning up. I most certainly did not stay in bed napping with Hayden until after noon - Not me! I didn't leave a pot full of overbaked cheese dip sitting on the counter, even today as I headed off to work, to clean up "at a later point." I put the house immediately back to order, and wouldn't dream of leaving it set up in party mode for the get-together I'm having this weekend. I am such a good little housewife!

Last night, as Chris and I ate dinner (at the dining room table, like civilized adults, and not curled up in the den), I certainly didn't let Hayden snack on cracker crumbs left over from the party, because of course those were all cleaned up already, and I wouldn't want her eating off the floor - even if it meant a few short minutes of quiet between the crabby wailing of a teething baby. Nope, it wasn't me!

Happy Not Me! Monday, everyone! Enjoy your imperfections and shortcomings like the rest of us, and link your stories here!

Sunday, November 29, 2009

At least we have our priorities in order

Just now, in our living room (which is still in disarray from the party last night. Big time, by the way - thanks everyone, for coming!)

Me: Can you see Hayden? What is she doing back there?

Chris: Yeah, I see her. She's sitting behind your chair eating cracker crumbs off the floor.

Me: !!!

Chris: Well, at least she's not screaming.

Me: Good point.

Wednesday, November 25, 2009

For those of you who need a laugh as much as I do

Please head on over here to see some fabulously flopped attempts at some Thanksgiving cakes. This blog, Cake Wrecks, is one of my all time favorites, and a frequent break from reality where I go to see the work of professional bakers who also seem to have taken a break from reality - while working on these cakes.

As a cake decorator, I can appreciate the challenge that some people's requests present, but these decorators aren't even giving themselves a fighting chance. Most of the cakes on this blog look like they were done sometime around the drug-fueled Woodstock era, or alternately by the folks who didn't win on "Are You Smarter than a Fifth Grader?"

Either way, it offers some wonderful entertainment for me and her many other readers, and I hope that it will bring a smile to your face today.

Happy wrecked Turkey Day!

Monday, November 23, 2009

Papa

Hayden's Papa, my father-in-law, went to the hospital today - his second trip the ER in a month's time. I would ask those of you that pray, to please offer him up in your prayers.

He is battling scleroderma, COPD, and a case of pneumonia in both lungs.

If you will, offer up a prayer for my mother-in-law as well. She is literally sick with worry over him, and when he gets worse, so does she.

They are the cutest little old couple you ever did see, with the biggest hearts, kindest souls, and most open arms. It just breaks my heart to see them hurting, to see my husband worrying over them, and to be so helpless to do anything about it.

I hope you all have a wonderful Thanksgiving, and while all the family drama is hitting a fever pitch - kids screaming, siblings fighting, warm food served with cold shoulders - remember that these crazy people are the only famliy we get. Give them all a big hug, tell them you love them, and enjoy this time together. It goes by too fast. And, as my dad always likes to remind us, "you'll miss me when I'm gone!"

Friday, November 20, 2009

Because I have no shame

So, I've been saving this one for a week or two. Since I'm in a pretty good mood today, the sun is shining, my husband's home from his business trip and all is right with the world, I figure we're ripe for a little public humiliation. Why not?

The other morning, after Chris had left for work, I left Hayden in her playpen with a variety of toys to amuse herself so I could grab a quick shower. When I looked in at her just before hopping in, she was happily reading her books and babbling to herself.

I was thoroughly suds-ed up and singing a happy little ditty (something about the itsy bitsy spider, I think) to let Hayden know I was nearby and, let's face it, because I can rock me some nursery rhymes! All of a sudden - DING-DONG!. I froze, soap running down my face. Who on earth could that be at this hour? It's not Saturday, so it's not the Jehovah's Witnesses. It's not Monday, so it's not the Garbage man coming to gripe at me for not putting out my recycling bin for the 3rd week in a row. Chris has a key, as do my inlaws. Someone must be lost!

Then again, DING-DONG! Shoot! They're not going away. Stay cool - they'll get the hint, I think. Of course, "staying cool" is much easier said than done when you're naked, coverd in soap, and home alone with a baby.

As I'm doing my best to rinse off and finish up, I hear it again, more urgently - DING-DONG! DING-DONG! DING-DONG! DING-DONG! Crap! Maybe it is my inlaws, and they can't find their key. Or one of them is hurt, or something happened to Chris on the way to... crap! I think all of this as I snatch my towel off the hook, rub the soap out of my eyes and go running (which, in a tile and granite bathroom is quite a dangerous proposition while soaking wet, by the way) out of the bathroom, skidding through the bedroom as I try to position the towel to cover all the 'essentials', and as I'm dashing to the hallway to peek at the front door, the bell calls out again DING-DONG! DING-DONG!

And it is then, in that precise moment that I hear the doorbell coming from behind me, from my BEDROOM, where my daughter is PLAYING with her TOYS in her playpen, that I recall the interesting little fact that we didn't install a doorbell at this house. Why? Lots of various reasons, none of which are as important as the fact that one of the toys I'd handed Hayden was a set of car keys and key fob. A key fob that plays a variety of noises when the buttons are pushed. Including a doorbell sound.

As I turned around and dripped my way back to the bedroom, I saw Hayden, grinning and bouncing, waving her key fob around wildly, blowing raspberries and giggling at me as if to say, "good one, mom."

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

My new love...

These cookies are unreal good. I mean unreal CRAZY good! It's really my boss and friend Jeff's fault that I am in love with these. He bought me a couple boxes of what he called "Crazy-good Costco Cookies" for my birthday, and they were. They were crazy-good. Especially the white chocolate macadamia and cashew cookies. He had me so addicted to these things I nearly did backflips when he brought some in Rhonda's birthday the other week.

Once those ran out, I had no choice but to go out in search of my own recipe for the delicious treats. I scoured the web, and found many different varieties of White Chocolate Macadamia Nut cookies, but none that suited me just exactly. So I took what sounded good from all of those, added it together and tossed in some cashews, and I believe it is safe to say that I now hold the recipe for the very best cookies I have ever had in my life (and believe me, this mama likes her cookies)! In fact, the batter is so freaking amazing, it's all I can do to stay out of it long enough to bake the things. I swear, I must've eaten 3 cookie's worth in batter this weekend when I made them (say eww all you want, but I double dog dare you to make them and leave the batter alone)!

So, since I am not a stingy person, and am also not a person with a lot of time to bake extra cookies to send around to all my friends, I would like to share at least my Golden Recipe with you. Consider it an early Christmas present. Or just a Christmas present. Or the only thing you should expect from me this year. It's the thought that counts, right? Seriously, bake these things and you'll be buying me presents (I wear an 8 1/2 shoe, love the color red, handbags, and anything sparkly)!!
Bonnie's Soon To Be World Famous Crazy-Good White Chocolate Chip Macadamia and Cashew Cookies

Makes approx. 3 dozen cookies (if you use teaspoons. If you like to go CRAZY like me and use tablespoons, you can get about 30 cookies. I say, live on the edge. Use the big spoon!)

Ingredients:
2 sticks butter, softened
1 cup sugar
3/4 cup light brown sugar, packed (make sure you use LIGHT!)
2 tsp. pure vanilla extract
1/2 tsp. salt
2 large eggs
2 1/2 cups AP flour
1 tsp. baking soda
2 1/2 4 oz. bars Ghiradelli White Chocolate baking chocolate, broken into large pieces
3/4 cup macadamia nuts, chopped into large chunks
1/2 cup cashews (unsalted or lightly salted), chopped or broken into large pieces


Directions:
Preheat oven to 375F.
In a large bowl, beat butter, the sugars, vanilla and salt on high until creamy. Add eggs, beat just until blended. In a medium bowl, sift together flour and baking soda. Gradually add flour mixture to butter mixture, beating on medium until well blended. Using a large spoon, carefully mix in chocolate and nuts until well incorporated. Drop by rounded teaspoonfuls (or tablespoonfuls) onto ungreased cookie sheets. Bake 8-10 minutes max, or until center is set (edges should be golden brown). Don't over bake cookies, to keep them soft and chewy. Cool slightly, remove from cookie sheet and place on wire rack to cool completely.
Store in airtight container for 4-5 days at room temperature. Although I'll bet they won't last nearly that long!

Try 'em! I hope you like them. And if you don't, you know where I live - just send 'em my way and I'll take care of disposing of them for you!

Monday, November 16, 2009

Thankful

I just went and had my first "mommy-daughter" lunch at Hayden's school. They hosted a thanksgiving feast for the parents at her daycare, and my friend Barbara and I went to eat with our babies. It was such a wonderful delight and a great way to break up the stress of a back-to-work Monday.

We had turkey and gravy, rolls and green beans, potatoes and cranberry sauce (well, we didn't have cranberry sauce, but we saw others who did. They seemed to like it! Good for them!). And of course the desserts - there was a whole table of different cakes and pies that looked too yummy for words!

The best part was getting to squeeze my baby girl for an extra few minutes, feed her bits of a blueberry bar that her Mema got her hooked on while we were in Vegas (I tried to encourage her to eat some dinner with me, but she was having none of it - even the cake!). I got to hang out with Barbara and Ian, and we even got to see Hayden show off her new moves as she took a few steps to one of her teachers!
I am thankful that we have a place that cares so much about our baby girl. I am thankful for the owners, who truly put their hearts into this business. Thankful there are teachers who feel called to care for children and who do such an amazing job looking after and loving our little ones. Thankful that I have my little one to love and hold this year. Thankful for a wonderful family, the roof over our heads, and so many other blessings in my life. This afternoon, my belly is full of turkey and my heart is full of gratitude.

Friday, November 13, 2009

Now she's crossed the line

...from baby to toddler.

My wee baby girl decided to celebrate her 11 month birthday yesterday by taking her first steps.

My heart is cheering and breaking at the same time.

I had gotten her some new shoes that she wore for the first time yesterday, her Squeaker Sneakers, that I thought might encourage her to try out her mad skillz and take a step. Well, they did, and she did. I was walking with her around my in-laws den, and we headed over to where her daddy was standing, tinkering with the piano. With three paces left before we reached him, she turned loose and headed over their without me. Although her daddy didn't see those first steps because he was turned around and none of us expected that, her grandma and papa were delighted to watch her. Don't feel too bad for Chris, though. Right after that, she gave us an encore performance... and another... and another, and continued walking between Chris and I - 3 or 4 steps at a time - for another 10 minutes or so.

We were whooping and shouting, cheering and clapping. Hayden knew she'd done something big, and was giggling and grinning ear to ear. She was happily giving us "high fives" between shows and clapping for herself.

It was such an amazing moment. Of all the milestones she's reached so far, this one hit me the hardest, I think. I saw that we are truly at a turning point in her life, and all too soon her sweet, awkward crab-walking crawl will be a thing of the past, dismissed for running and jumping and skipping along.

Being a mother is such a wonderful, amazing, bittersweet journey of moving forward and letting go, and when you're lucky, toddling back for just one more hug and kiss before she leaves.

Way to go, baby girl! We're so proud of you, today and always!

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Next week, we're trying brussel sprouts

Everyday, Hayden's teachers fill out a very detailed worksheet with all the goings-on of my daughter's day. Thanks to their tracking system, I know when she peed, when she pooped (I guess some parents like to stay up-to-the-minute), when she ate, how long she napped, any medicines she took, and at the bottom, there is a place for them to make notes to the parents. Most days, that area is blank, but we get the occasional "needs diapers, please" or "more wipes!!!" When we went to Vegas for a week, that space was filled with well- (and slightly jealous) wishes from all her teachers - "Hayden, we'll miss you!", "We love you, Hayden!", "Take me with you!", "See you next week!"

It's things like this that make me love Hayden's school and her teachers. They are the best, and you can tell they truly care about her.

Which is why I fell out laughing when I read the comment section from yesterday (This morning, getting her bag ready for today. I'm on top of things like that, you know.). At the bottom of the page, in nearly all caps, was this emphatic statement:

"Tried chicken. DID NOT LIKE. Spit out and SCREAMED AT
ME!!!! Wouldn't eat ANY MORE. 1pm"

Chris, had he been reading, would have accused, "I told you so," because I tried giving her chicken nearly 5 months ago, and she distained the stuff then. Then about 4 months ago, I tried to give her sweet potatoes (her favorite) mixed with chicken, with a similar reaction. Of course, I'd bought several jars of chicken, was down to very few veggies in the house, and I hate to see anything go to waste. So, I thought I'd go for a last ditch effort. I see now, that didn't work out so well. Our daughter, like both Chris and myself, has an aversion to "liquid chicken" as he calls it.

Her teacher told me this morning that you wouldn't believe the scream Hayden let out when that chicken hit her tongue, and she refused to even draw her tongue back into her mouth until the last of that pink nastiness had slid off into her lap. She wailed accusingly at her teacher for even trying to sneak that crap in on her, and I'm not sure she's forgiven her yet.

Have I mentioned how thankful I am for Hayden's teachers? If nothing else, they make great guinea pigs for trying things I'd rather not have Hayden hate me for later.

Monday, November 9, 2009

Just what the doctor ordered

Well, maybe not, but it sure did me good.

I just went home and had a big bowl of chili with lots of ooey-gooey cheese and sour cream and... oh shoot! I forgot the Fritos! Darn... well, it was supposed to have Fritos, too. And it was in a big, flaky biscuit bowl. Mmmmmmmmm...

Followed up with a couple (or three, don't judge me - they're good) white chocolate chunk-macadamia and cashew cookies.

All homemade, by the way. Watch out, Martha, Bonnie's coming up!

And had about 30 minutes left over to scrapbook for a bit before coming back to work.

It was a nice time-out from life's craziness. Definitely what the doctor would have ordered, I'm almost 100% certain.

For those of you who pray

I would ask that you please pray for Stellan. He just turned 1 year old last week, and is fighting for his life this very minute in a hospital in Boston. He is battling some heart defects he's had from birth, and they are rushing to perform a hopefully life-saving procedure on him right now. His mother is there with him alone right now, as his father is flying in to be with them.

Their faith in God's will and grace in their lives is amazing and uplifting, even during these trials. I pray that their faith is rewarded. Please, if you pray, pray for this little one and his family.

You can read updates about him here as his mother is able to post them - www.mckmama.com, and her tweets here - http://twitter.com/mckmama

Friday, November 6, 2009

No news is Good News

As I was getting ready for work this morning, I scrolled through the morning's top stories online just long enough to be sickened to my stomach. Another shooting rampage, this one on a military base, targeting those who volunteer to protect us. Another parent shot by their child in anger (shudder). Another execution on the horizon. More car wrecks, illnesses, dangers. I read long enough to remember why I don't read the news. It's hard to balance staying current with world issues to be informed, but avoiding enough of the horrid abominations humans inflict upon one another to keep you from sinking into an quagmire of depression.


What a sick, sad state things are in.


Whenever I feel this way, I think of my family. My wonderful friends. And most of all, my little church, and the God I know abides with each of us. I know that he can raise us up, keep us safe, and offer us a promise of a new day beyond this existance. One free from pain and heartache, devoid of shootings and wars. I lean on him, and amidst this turmoil, he renews my faith and hope.


Speaking of renewal, faith and hope, I did in fact get some WONDERFUL news this morning. My friends Jodi and Marius welcomed their sweet new baby girl into the world this weekend! Little Emi Addison joined us on October 31, 2009!
Me, Jodi and Hayden this summer.
They are missionaries living in Swaziland, and they had her in South Africa. Please keep your thoughts and prayers with them as they adjust to this new time in their lives, and pray that Jodi's parents arrive safely for their first visit with their new granddaughter.
I can't wait to meet little Emi! She's just such a doll baby, and has nearly as much hair as Hayden did when she was born. I'll share pics soon!
Have a happy Friday and a great weekend, all!

Thursday, November 5, 2009

A Mother's Purse

Growing up, I always wondered why my mom's purse was so HUGE. It might as well have been a backpack, it was so giant. I couldn't figure out why she didn't want a cute little chic purse. Now, even though I only have one child and she was tackling three, I think I'm beginning to understand a little more.

I looked in my purse this morning to find:
  • My wallet
  • 4 bottles of medicine, tylenol, ibuprofen and the accompanying syringes and spoons
  • A bib
  • One baby shoe (no clue where the other is)
  • A pair of socks (mine)
  • A pair of socks (Hayden's)
  • Two corks (Silver Oak, thank you very much)
  • Baby Keys (don't know why - she only likes my keys
  • A diaper
  • A powerbar
  • Cheerios (and some of them are even in a container!)
  • Lip gloss (don't know why - my face hasn't seen makeup in 10 months!)
  • Cell phones
  • A onesie
  • An empty plastic bottle (one of her favorite toys)
  • and I should have my keys in here somewhere, but of course, amongst all this other crap, I can't find them.

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

Say what?

Hayden is now saying "Buh Bye" and "Uh Oh" (which often comes out sounding like a little foghorn - "errhhh aaaahhhhrroo", but I know what she means) at will, and by "at will", I mean pretty much never. Hayden's MO is to learn a new skill, trick or word, repeat it frequently and with fervor for several days until she masters it, then to discard it like an old sock and refuse to illustrate her talents except under much duress and after much pleading and cajoling from us. Much like she will as a teenager, I'm sure. Back to the point of my story (yes, there was one, thank you very much!), now that she's easing into the world of the spoken word, it has me thinking back to some of the early and favorite phrases used in our house as I grew up. Many of these have become classics, epic punchlines that only need to be stated at the opportune moment to reduce our entire family to breathless laughter. Those sorts of memories and inside stories and jokes are what binds a family together. It's what makes us look absolutely crazy to outsiders, but lets anyone who understands the meaning behind the words know that they are a part of a larger whole. They are, for better or worse, a member of this ramshakle team.



Now, while many of you will have no idea why some of these things are funny (and, I have to admit, after this many years, I still don't get why some of them are funny, they just are), I'm going to share our top 10 greatest phrases of all time.



10. "Cheesecake boat's a comin', better hurry on down" - Dad or Grace

(This is sung in a very deep voice, and inevitably has Grace and Dad crying from laughter. Apparently there was this comedian this one time, on this show who had a song about cheesecake or something, and I don't know, I guess you had to be there, but it's pretty funny anyway. Just smile and nod)



9. "Somebody gonna hav'ta 'coot over!" - Grace, age 2ish

(Announced loudly to the rest of the family one night on a camping trip, as we were all settling down to sleep in the back of our camper-top truck bed. Apparently even being the tiniest family member didn't make getting squashed against the wheel welll acceptable for Gracie.)



8. "Everybody's different. I'm different, you're different, we're all different" - Bonnie, age 5 or 6

(My parents had a group of students from the college over to watch a movie (the old reel style projector with the screen at the front of the room) and I apparently decided to give a very matter-of-fact little lesson to the crowd about what makes us all unique as we were waiting for the movie to roll)



7. "Candy, Candy,CANDY!" -Mom

(This was said by mom as she would lunge at you, like a crazed candy monster. Ususally after Halloween when she was 'after' your candy. Always sent Grace and I running to protect our stashes!)


6. "House of Insanity" -Any of us

(standard greeting when you call the house. So true. So, so true.)

5. "How's your Helper?" - Mom or Dad

(It means, how's your dinner. Quoted from Family Vacation - the brother in law was so broke, they didn't have Hamburger, just Helper. Cracked us up, apparently. Still does.)


4. "CHAMP! The Wonder Dog!" - Dad

(Refers to our late, great husky mix, Champ. Ususally when he did something especially profound like lay down, or sniff his own butt. He was a Wonder Dog!)

3. "Flaps down." or "Flaps up", also goes along with "And we're OFF! Like a herd of turtles!" - All of us

(Flaps up and down, while referring to airplane wings, equals arm rests in our mini van. Mom or Dad would call "Flaps down?", and we'd slap the arm rests down and confirm back - "Flaps down!" And inevitably, after umpteen runs back in the house for this or that, or for a last minute potty break, we'd be OFF! Like a herd of very slow turtles to whatever great adventure lay in store.)

2. "Hello. My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die." - ALL of us

(This quote is from only the greatest movie EVER - the Princess Bride. Quoting that movie is an integral part of being in my family. We love them all - "Have fun storming the castle!", and "I do not think that means what you think it means", and "Twue Love")

And last, but by NO MEANS least,

1. "Wanna see sompin?" - Dan, age 3ish

(My brother's infamous saying, discovered years later in the annals of our family videotape, which he asked the 'audience' while filming his "stories" (nursery rhymes and songs) alone in the den one day. And apparently, after getting confirmation that his imaginary audience did, in fact, want to "see sompin", he, with great flourish, dropped trou. No, he's not a stripper now, why do you ask?)