Best kitchen appliance of 2011

Oh, how I wish I could be writing about this:


I mean, seriously--can you imagine making six waffles at once? Be still my heart. But since I don't have one, I can't legitimately tell you about the glories of the Cuisinart Six Slice Traditional Waffle Maker. Maybe next year.

I am happy, though, to be able to report on this little gem instead:


I think I mentioned this wonderful machine before, but in case you didn't believe me, let me say again how wonderful the Cuisinart Ice Cream, Yogurt, and Sorbet Maker is. It doesn't have a huge capacity, so if you're trying to feed an army you may have to look elsewhere. But for a small-to-medium family, it's just about perfect.

We have used this ice cream maker literally dozens of times since Jeremy got it for his birthday in July. It doesn't need salt or ice; you just put the little bowl insert into the freezer, then when you're ready to make ice cream just pour in the ingredients and turn it on!

When we first got it, we spent a lot of time following recipes. But it didn't take us long to realize a few things: 1)we just couldn't stomach eating very much "real" ice cream (even Jeremy agrees that ice cream made with just heavy cream is just too, well, heavy); 2)a lot of things taste good frozen; and 3)recipes are for suckers.

Okay, that's a little harsh. I actually love recipes and use them faithfully in many areas of my general cuisine. But let me tell you how liberating it was to discover that you can put nearly anything sweet and milky-creamy into that machine and it will turn it into a sweet, cold, bowl of pleasure. We even made a few batches using nonfat milk (not Jeremy's favorite, though he does like one percent). Nonfat milk produces more ice crystals than cream does (naturally), but again, if you're looking for something sweet and cold on a hot summer evening, it definitely fits the bill. We even whisked a bit of milk into whatever yogurt we had in the fridge, and voila--frozen yogurt.

Just wait until next year, when--fingers crossed!--I can report on ice cream-topped waffles--made six at a time.

Best new snack of 2011

I saw these Newtons Fruit Thins at the grocery store this summer and mentioned them to my mom. I was thinking they were a throwback to this kind of thin fruit-filled "cookie" my parents used to like to eat on road trips. We kids were not as keen on them. We all called them "sawdust cookies." I think anything with the texture (and taste) of sawdust is a liability on a road trip, but for some reason, my parents thought were fantastic.

Anyway, when my mom came up to help me after Cole was born, she bought me a box, and we soon discovered (to my elation and my mother's chagrin) that they in fact were NOT sawdust cookies. Instead, they are thin, crisp circles of deliciousness. We ended up eating a lot of boxes when my mom was in town.

I've tried all of the varieties other than the chocolate raspberry (only because I haven't seen it in my store, though I'll be on the lookout now), but my favorite is the citrus cranberry oat. Delectable. Think of how good it would taste as the accompaniment to some freshly made ice cream.

Also, I love that Nabisco's url is nabiscoworld.com. How heady is that?

Best move of 2011

Yes, that says best MOVE, not best movie (though I'll be getting to that, too).

With so many to choose from (ha!), it's hard to pin down the best move of 2011.

OK. It's not that hard.

We technically moved just twice in 2011. In early January, we moved from St. Paul to Syracuse. Then, in July, we moved from Syracuse to Missouri, via Utah (since it's totally on the way, right?).

We really enjoyed our time in Syracuse. We loved seeing so many dear friends from our first years living there, and we made several new, wonderful friends that I know we'll cherish forever. It was a good five months. But, at the same time, it was only five months. We knew we weren't moving there forever, which is why the best move of 2011 goes to...Missouri.

I was never one of those little girls who dreamed of growing up and moving to rural Missouri (strange, I know). But now that I'm hear I can truthfully say that it's not nearly as bad as I feared! (I know I have some 'local' readers on this blog, but surely you can sympathize with my apprehensions about moving here without ever having seen it!) There are so many things I like about our new home. It's a lovely part of the country. It's a cozy community. We feel truly at home in our new branch (congregation) at church. We love the stability of a paycheck that comes every month, all year long.

Most important, we love that we don't have to move in five months. We love that very much. In fact, we're almost to our five month mark, so in just a few weeks, we will have lived here for longer than we lived in our past two homes. That's a very pleasant feeling, indeed.

Jurassic Snark

I should've known my 30-day blogging project was doomed six months ago, when we decided to reunion-ize Thanksgiving with a trip to Denver with my side of the family.

But even with a family trip to the lovely arid West, I still might have had a shot of maintaining my blogging if not for how exhausted I was from outrunning a T.Rex with my boys and my nephew:


Don't I look like a dork? Classic.

My sister (annoyingly) managed to look much cuter during her own escape:


You may notice several faces missing from these pictures. Jeremy stayed back to grade projects. My brother and sister went shopping. Clara and my mom escaped early from the chaos after Clara shook the earth with an ill-timed scream in front of the awesome animatronic T.Rex. My dad didn't care to wait in line for the photo, and my brother-in-law was waiting outside the exhibit.

The T.Rex ate my sister's baby. Farewell, sweet Izzy.

Two-fer

Jeremy and my brother Christopher have a few very important things in common: they are both the youngest, they are both the only boys in their families, and they both have three older sisters. They have other great things in common, too (juvenile humor comes most immediately to mind), but those first few things were certainly enough to instantly create a bond that has only deepened over the years. I really love Jeremy, and I really love my brother, and I'm glad they're friends.

And if you're wondering about the best way to raise a son who is sensitive, values peace, understands women, and knows when to lay low, I'll give you this piece of advice: have three girls first.


Three cheers for two wonderful men. Huzzah!

Incidentally, you may notice an alarming amount of root beer in the background. This is easily explained as my family's annual root beer taste test. That might be worth of a post itself. (Here's a hint: Dad's Root Beer did not come out on top.)

The long awaited birthday post

I mentioned way back on November 4th that Clara turned five. I had every intention of giving her a more thorough birthday post, but here I am nearly two weeks later. But, I've done my due diligence and interviewed Clara to see what exactly is going on in her five-year-old mind these days. Here's what I learned:

What's your favorite color? Pink. Why? Because I like it. Because I'm a girl.

What do you want to be when you grow up? A paleontologist. Still? Yeah! I still like dinosaurs! And I want to be a mom. Maybe the boy I get married to will go to work too, so I'll have to pick up a sitter for the kids.

How many kids do you want to have? Ummm... Six. Three boys and three girls.

What will you name them? Jacob. Sarah. Ummm, here comes another one... Samuel. And Alex. That's a girl. And David. And my last girl will have the same name as me. Clara. I love that name.

Where will you live when you grow up? Right here in Maryville!

What do you like to do? I like to swing, build with blocks, read books, play, and also play the piano and organ.

What's your favorite food? Everything! I like all food. Except fresh tomatoes. I like canned tomatoes. And I'm allergic to peanuts.

What's your favorite song? All songs!

What are some of your talents? Dancing and swinging. I'm also really good at snapping. Write that down.

Where would you go if you could go anywhere? The North Pole. I'd really like to see Santa. I'll probably have to take four planes to get there. Maybe five.

Let's choose a picture of you. Which one do you want? That one. Holla! I love that one.


Happy Birthday, Sis.

For you, Mom

When Clara was born early, my mom immediately hopped on a plane, flew to Syracuse, and stayed for two weeks. She cooked for us, cleaned our apartment, and drove me back and forth to the hospital to visit Clara, since I couldn't drive and was managing to have a very slow c-section recovery--probably from the stress of Clara's time in the hospital and all the back-and-forthing.

The thing is, when I was in the NICU with Clara, my mom was huddled in a waiting room, feverish and miserable, because the whole time she was really quite ill. She finally realized she didn't just have a typical head cold, so she dragged herself to urgent care, where she discovered she actually had pneumonia and was treated with IV antibiotics. She was truly miserable, but never once complained. She just kept on going and took exquisite care of us during a very stressful time. She didn't even get to see Clara until the day before she left, when she'd been on the antibiotics long enough for the nurses to let her into the NICU wearing a surgical mask. I still remember her expression of love and wonder as she held that tiny girl in her arms for the first time.

Not quite two years later, my mom drove with me and then 19-month-old Clara from Syracuse to Coeur d'Alene. It was a truly miserable drive, compounded by my pregnancy, some truly horrible weather, a sad little toddler, and--of course--the world's tiniest car. Three months later, she came back to Coeur d'Alene after Jonathan's birth. She still cooked and cleaned for us, but she also spent hours entertaining Clara and making her feel like she was the most special little girl on the planet.

Just two months ago, my mom came again, this time to Missouri to help me recover from yet another birth. She played with my kids, talked with me for hours, did my laundry, cooked my meals, and made me feel capable of taking care of three kids by myself. By the time she left, I was strong enough (physically and emotionally) to give independent mothering a whirl again. She helped me get strong enough.

And nearly eight years ago, my mom flew from California to Utah in chilly late February to wait with me and Jeremy as we anticipated the birth of our first baby. Once again, she cooked and cleaned and talked. She helped us time my early contractions. She told us it was time to go to the hospital. And then she prayed and cried with Jeremy while I was taken into emergency surgery to try to save our little Sam's life. She stayed with us after we made the decision to take Sam off of life support, and she sat near us while we waited for Sam's heart to beat its last beat. She held him and loved him. She and Jeremy's mom dressed him for burial. She sat with me at his graveside service. She listened to me talk and cry and wonder about the experience for years. She still does.

My mom has been with me to welcome all four of my beautiful children into the world. She has loved each of them. She has loved me. She is the one who taught me how to be a mother, because she is my mother--a wonderful mother, full of fire and light and fun and passion and compassion. But she's also been more than my mother. She's been my dearest friend. I love her, I treasure her, and today I also say,

Happy Birthday, Mom.

Hair Fairy

Every morning when Clara wakes up, Jeremy and I are eager to see what the hair fairy has done to her in the night. Usually the hair fairy does something truly stunning, often involving the weaving of a tightly tangled rat's nest in the back or in a mop of loopy, wild curls on top. It's never quite the same, but it's nearly always memorably tangled.

Clara's hair is a blessing...and a curse. People love to compliment her on her curls, and when her hair is done well it really is cute. But overall her hair is a real source of tribulation to her (and, I'll be honest, to me). She does not like to have it brushed because of the tangles, and every morning we do our battle of wills in my effort to send her out the door at least a half step above the "wild animal" look.

(I should add that I'm probably getting my just desserts with Clara, since I *vaguely* recall giving my mom all kinds of grief about getting my hair done. In my defense, though, she really was rough with the brush. And once she burned me on my forehead with the curling iron--an act of aggression that I'm convinced was retribution for my giving her a hard time. Thoughts, Mom? :)

Lately, Clara's hair has been getting increasingly long and unwieldy. She's fond of telling me she wishes she had "long, flat hair," but that's just never going to happen. And when she said that even with her curls she wanted to grow it out, I just had to count to three before telling her that everything that made her sad about getting her hair done would just be worse with long hair. Finally, I convinced her to let me cut it, and we got the job done this afternoon. She seems happy with the result, but I am truly elated. I feel like a huge weight (of curly blonde hair) has been lifted from my shoulders. And I think I did an all right job, despite my lack of know-how. I do like being able to take her to get her hair cut, but in times like these, you know...

Here are photos: one before, two after. As a bonus, you can see the truth of my housekeeping in the background. What a great day!

In awesome wonder

Every once in awhile I see something so breathtakingly amazing that I can't help but feeling overwhelmed with gratitude for the miracle of creation. This is one of those times: Earth from above, in a series of 18 time-lapse photographs taken from the International Space Station. It's truly remarkable, and reminds me how small each of us is. Sometimes it's good to feel small.

Earth | Time Lapse View from Space, Fly Over | NASA, ISS from Michael König on Vimeo.

Two months

Cole's two-month "birthday" was yesterday. Two months! I took him in to the pediatrician today for his well baby check and learned that his weight is in the 90th percentile, but that his length and head circumference are only in the 75th percentile. Who would've thought that Jeremy and I could produce a child with only a moderately large noggin? Wonders never cease.

Cole is truly a delightful baby. He is good-natured and pleasant. He sleeps eight hours in a row at night. He has a sweet little smile. He is soft and warm and snuggly. Sometimes I look at him and think, "Two months ago, he wasn't here, and now he's this whole little life!" Sounds so obvious, I know, but it feels like a little miracle every time I think about it. We surely do love that baby.

Flash back

This post takes us back many moons, but I feel like I didn't get to half the blogging I should have this summer. Darn pregnancy!

In late June, we went with Jeremy's family to Lava Hot Springs, Idaho for a family reunion. I'd never been to Lava (and may never have gone if I'd known the locals pronounce "lava" as in rhymes with "have-a"). Pronunciation challenges aside, it was a beautiful place. We rented an old church house-turned-schoolhouse-turned vacation rental, and it was full of charming quirks. Most important, it was full of space, which made it a lot easier for a family of 21 to gather. Had I not been pregnant and once again preparing to move across the country, I may have even found the whole thing relaxing! As it was, even without the personal capacity for relaxation, it was a fun and memorable trip.

One of the greatest amenities in the vacation rental was the big gym. Jonathan and Clara spent hours there with their cousins. The kids played lots of dodge ball, with two of Jeremy's sisters and our two oldest nieces playing tirelessly with the younger kids. Clara was kind of afraid and didn't play much, but Jonathan had a blast. I don't think he quite got the point of the game, since no one ever threw the ball at him (he's pretty small, after all), but he loved the thrill of running up and down the court. And as you can see from the video, he surely thought he was playing.



We also had a family talent show, which showcased some pretty memorable and fantastic skills. Jeremy and his sisters even did an anti-drug rap from they all remember from their childhood, where Jeremy and his sister Rebekah were in a public service announcement with pro basketball players like Isiah Thomas, Doc Rivers, John Salley, and Kevin McHale. In truth, I have a video of the four of them doing the rap, but Jeremy has declared it "not blog-worthy." Trust me when I say this, though: it may be the most blog-worthy item in my photographic archives. Alas. I'll yield to Jeremy on this one. For now.

We also took our water bugs to the big Lava swimming hole, though not to the hot springs themselves, since they were quite...volcanic. Regardless, the kids love being in the water and had a grand time. I was grateful to be pregnant and therefore unavailable to join my crazy nieces in a leap off the super high dive. I just might have done it otherwise.




And as with any good vacation, we stayed up way too late every night and had an increasingly manic set of children to deal with. But they loved every single minute.

Too big for a bassinet

And now he sleeps in a big crib. Isn't he still too small to be too big for anything?

I love seeing Cole swaddled in a sweet little bundle. He only gets swaddled at night--part of our "night is different from day" sleep philosophy. Pretty soon he'll be too big to be swaddled, too.

This is all happening too fast this go around.