Nothing But Love

All credit goes to Jennifer for not only posting the amazingly adorable photos of her owl cupcakes, but also being kind enough to e-mail me a detailed description on how to make these guys!:

Owl Cupcakes for Halloween

My cupcakes (above) did not look nearly as good as her perfect little owls but I was still thrilled with how well they turned out. I’ll definitely make them again, even though cutting Oreos was a painstakingly awful process and I forgot to scrape off the little bits of dark cookie on the frosted side so the owls’ eyes look dirty. Next time I’ll even have junior mints for the eyeballs instead of M & M’s.

But Oh. My. God. were they delicious!

Maybe He’s Finally Getting It?

The sippy cup adventures are not near an end, yet. Alex still doesn’t seem to get that he has to tilt the sippy cup in order to get any milk out of it. To make matters worse, he doesn’t even try anymore. He just holds the sippy cup out to me whenever he wants a drink and expects me to give it to him. If I don’t help, he throws the sippy cup on the floor, angry at me, and won’t drink. Awesome.

Today I got him to try drinking from it himself again. He wasn’t able to get any milk, and right after this picture handed the cup to me, but at least he tried. And at least he’s cute whether he’s trying or throwing.

Thanks, Carmi, for allowing me to post my blurry picture.

Blurry Sippy Cup Drinking

Turning One is a Big Deal

It’s hard to believe that I have a one year old. A walking, semi-talking, little person.

Alex had a wonderful Birthday and Birthday Party. We went to a nice little Italian restaurant on his Birthday and he enjoyed eating tons of white bread and tortellini. Seriously, he ate about a pound of bread. It was impressive.

"I'm 1!"

Wearing his “I’m 1” shirt, made by the wonderful and talented Karen, everyone knew without asking how old he was! At lunch the next day, a (clearly naive) waitress asked, “How old is he? Three or four months?” I almost laughed in her face, but refrained and answered her nicely.

Thanks to Zach’s father, “Big D” to Alex, an unbelievable cake was made to celebrate Alex turning one:

Wall-E Cake!

If I could take all of the credit, I would. But the credit is due almost entirely to Big D! The cake turned out fantastically, and Alex clearly enjoyed it:

Wall-E Cake!  and Alex eating him

By the end of the afternoon, Alex was exhausted. He had played with everyone for hours, had cake, opened presents, and played some more. He took a nice two hour nap while some cleaning was able to occur, and was refreshed and ready to play some more when he woke up!

All in all, the Birthday madness was a success!

Alex and Daddy

Fourth Of July Madness

I made the cutest cake for the Fourth of July:

Not only was it very pretty, if I do say so myself, but it was delicious, too! I actually made two of them. One full sized one, pictured, and two small ones. They were a perfect way to celebrate!

Fourth of July Cake

In true American celebratory spirit, I also drank a bit too much. Yesterday morning my brain was not happy with my behavior the night before and decided to take it out on my temples and eyeballs. Becoming a Mother seems to have aged me very quickly.

In other news, Alex may be the next Schwarzenegger:

Alex takes on the weights

Alex takes on the weights


Alex takes on the weights

Alex takes on the weights

Alex takes on the weights

…or maybe not. I don’t think Arnold ever ate his weights.

The One Where I Tell You I DON’T Belong In The Kitchen

I am clumsy. Horribly clumsy. It started when I got pregnant, and hasn’t ended. At some point during my pregnancy I realized that I had broken a surprising number of our kitchen dishes, tripped over far too many nothings, and dropped one too many pots full of cooking food. It became clear to me that something had changed. Loving Google as I do, I Googled “Clumsy Pregnant” and found that it is very common to become a bit more clumsy during pregnancy. It has to do with loosening joints and, of course, the change in center of gravity. Well, my center of gravity should be (mostly) back to normal but I am finding that I am still horribly clumsy. Especially in the kitchen.

I’m sure I could bore you with every little example of the problems I’ve caused in the kitchen, but I’ll just share the big ones:

Case #1: I have been dying to make a sourdough starter for months now. Twice I got so far as mixing all of the ingredients and letting the fermentation process begin. I decided to place the starter in the oven with the light on for a nice warm environment. Placing anything in the oven that should not be heated up to at least 350 degrees fahrenheit is not a good idea. You’d think I would have learned that after the first time it melted. But no, I put it in there a second time. Both times the oven was turned on with the starter in it. First by Zach, then by yours truly.

Sourdough starter disaster

Case #2: I enjoy using our cast iron skillet. Without a grill, it offers a nice alternative to frying. Well, it’s heavy. Very heavy. And I’m clumsy. Together, this makes a really bad combination. I dropped the preheated skillet (preheated at broiling, by the way) one evening while making delicious mint-lamb burgers. Our lovely little kitchen rug had a nice melted spot in the shape of the pan.

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Case #3: Same skillet, different disaster. When I took the steak out of the oven for it’s “resting” phase, it was splattering all over the place (as broiling meat/oil/fat tends to do). So, naturally, I grabbed a splatter guard and placed it on top of the skillet. Well, a few minutes later I could smell something awful coming from the kitchen. By the time I got there, it was too late: the splatter guard had melted all over the pan. As if the melted rug on the bottom of the skillet didn’t make it smelly enough! Goodbye splatter guard, hello doubly-forever-smelly skillet.

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Case #4: I had just returned from the grocery store and the liquor store. It was about seven o’clock in the evening, and I was making dinner. There was a pizza box on the counter from the night before that I managed to bump into, which successfully knocked over the bottle of vodka sitting on the counter. The glass shattered, the vodka splattered, and there was a lovely smelling, highly dangerous mess to clean up. If that wasn’t bad enough, I also knocked over my drink while we were eating dinner that night.

I have no photographic evidence of that disaster, so instead you get another disaster photo:

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A Few Things

1. I entered Alex into the Parents Magazine Cover Photo Contest! I put a little blurb in my side bar, so if you have the chance and agree that he is a cutie I would love it if you would take a minute (or less, really!) to check out the photos I uploaded!

2. I overheard an interested conversation yesterday while checking out at Wal-Mart. First, let me just say that I hate Wal-Mart. Probably more than most people. I haven’t stepped inside of a Wal-Mart in a long time, and had even said that I would never go into one again, but I had read that they had Muir Glen organic tomatoes on sale, and with the coupons I had it would have made them almost free. Well, I ventured into the awful place and they didn’t even have them. I bought some cereal that we needed instead, for 50 cents with a coupon.

Anyway, here was the conversation:

Cashier #1: How old is her baby?
Cashier #2: Oh he is only like 2 weeks old. He’s so cute.
Cashier #1: Aw, that’s nice. She must be so happy.
Cashier #2: Yeah. She’s really lucky too. He was breach, so she got to have a C-section.
Cashier #1: ::giggle giggle::
Cashier #2: I’m serious! I would choose to have a C-section. Why go through all that labor when you can just have ’em cut out of you? That is way easier!
Cashier #1: Yeah, that’s true.

I left at the point point, relieved that I was leaving because otherwise I would have said something. Something about how having a C-section is not easier. Something about how saying that having a C-section is easier is a ridiculous and ill-informed thing to say. Something about how the recovery for a C-section is so much longer. Something about how many women feel inadequate if they have to have a C-section and will often feel like they didn’t have a “real birth.” Something about how for the first two weeks after you can’t properly hold your baby, breast feeding is insanely hard because of the huge wound, and you need help to go to the bathroom because you can’t use any abdominal muscles to sit down by yourself. Something about how the pain medications that you will be on for the first two weeks (or more) make you really groggy and how you can’t focus because of it. Something about how you have a huge scar across your lower abdomen that will never go away. Something about the fact that your baby is more likely to have fluid in their lungs after a cesarean birth. Something about the fact that walking is hard for weeks afterwards. Something about how itchy the scar can be for a long, long, time. Something about how having a cesarean sucks. But I left.

3. I’m finally going to CVS tomorrow. I have the trip all planned out, and hopefully they will have the items I want in stock. I’m “splurging” and using most of my Extra Credit Bucks to buy diapers and wipes for Alex and some new mineral foundation for myself. I wont come out on top, but if it all works as planned I’ll come out even (spending almost nothing) and with a lot of needed stuff!

4. And, of course, here is a picture of Alex from earlier today:

Day 10

Toys are so overrated.