Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Beep
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I'm in my kitchen wondering where that incessant sound is coming from.  There really aren't many electronic devices in here that should sound off every minute, letting me know that 

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something needs attention.  Did I forget about the carrots in the mircowave again?  I had to laugh when I found a moldy bowl of carrots that sat in the microwave over the weekend while we were out for the Frandsen family reunion.  I remember putting them in there, hoping Aaron would give them a go, imagining his disappointment that I hadn't

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cooked them in the crockpot for hours, then picturing tiny orange chunks dribble from his lips...which I assume led me to ditch the carrots for another, more hopeful edible alternative. Did I lead my child into his picky eating habits?  How can his cousins gobble down

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the food options placed in front of them when Aaron would rather experiment with how far he can launch the chunks of x,y, and z I offer him.  This article inspired me to keep trying and approaching the veggie battle with different ammunition.  Maybe if I put Aaron's enthusiastic grocery cart-pushing skills to use more in the vegetable section he would be more excited about digesting them?  

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Oh how I do love my "new" kitchen, though.  Our move to a new apartment gave me another few yards of counter space, which I really appreciate.  Now I just need to get better at meal planning.  Any ideas meal plan ideas out there I need to know about?  I would love a good website to help me improve my planning. Beautiful meal plans just don't come naturally to me.  I'm working on it. 

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Every time I hear that beep I'm amazed that Aaron can hear it.  Not only that, but while we were at my parents' house for dinner on Sunday with a lot of chatter, dishes clanging, and fans buzzing he pointed to his ear and made the surprised face when the microwave beeped in the other room.  Jonny and I both recognized his listening accomplishment and were amazed.  When our mysterious beep rang out in the kitchen tonight and Aaron responded with the same listening posture and surprised expression we were again wowed.  It's probably strange to other parents how much we congratulate him for those little listening moments.  I live each day just amazed by how much he's picking up, by the new words he learns (bellybutton was one of the many new ones this past week) with and without my coaxing.  We are so proud of Aaron, grateful for his determination and tolerance and excited for his future.  (Even if he doesn't like eating his veggies).

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I think I like that sound. 

Friday, June 19, 2009

Want a Puppy?
Just a few weeks ago my little sister's dog Zoey had puppies.  11 in the litter.  Oh they are so cute!Golden Retriever pure bread father and golden lab/retriever mother.  The best dogs.  $100.
I know Aaron wants one.
Who wouldn't?

Monday, June 15, 2009

That takes the cake.
Last weekend some of my great friends got together for a baby shower for sweet Venna (Barrowes) Ferguson.  She is going to be such a great mother.  It was so much fun to catch up with everyone and gawk at how great Venna looks (front right) for being 37 weeks along.   I made a cake to have for dessert after our brick oven dinner, and I had fun decorating it.  Probably a little too much fun with my first double decker...I just got a little carried away, seeing that I live an hour away from Brick Oven where we dined.  Not practical or smart, especially with Aaron in the car who took one look at the cake and couldn't stop saying "num num num num" the whole ride.  Luckily Jonny drove.  
He warned me about every bump and twist and stop on the road, and I absorbed and tilted the cake appropriately.  Even though the frosting was a bit droopy by the end of the ride, the cake and I survived.  It sat there on the table through our whole meal, until it came time to open presents and have dessert.  So, I thought I would pull it closer to me (about six inches) so that I could more easily cut and serve it.  And...this is what happened:Luckily, Chelsea (Call) Kennedy has quick hands and a good sense of humor.  I'm also lucky it didn't tip into her lap.  I hope it was easy to dig it out from under her nails.  It took me about ten minutes to stop laughing at how ironic and pathetic that moment was.  Despite the disaster, everyone dug in. 
Which brings me to a sad, but honest conclusion: I can't really craft.  I try, and I'll probably keep trying, but thus far I'm much better at making people laugh with me and my crafty disasters.  I'm still laughing.  I guess I'm just glad that laughter is more important to mothering than being a "crafter."

Tuesday, June 09, 2009

Mooving

We moved.  Hence the lack of internet, hence the lack of updates...soon to come.