I turned on the news early this morning so I could hear about the weather. I was supposed to be heading to MOPS later this morning, but with sleet and snow in the forecast and a 30 minute drive one-way, I don't think I'm comfortable driving my children in such unpredictable weather. Maybe if we wouldn't have traded our Suburban for a Honda Odyssey, I'd be a little more risky, but that's a regret I'm not in the mood to talk about.
Well, maybe I will talk about it...a little. I have to say that if you would've told me a year ago that I'd be driving a mini-van, I would've never believed you. I promised myself, before kids, that I wouldn't be that soccer mom. You know, the one on the free way driving everyone bonkers by her annoying driving habits! I would be the cool mom, in my clean, detailed SUV. The one who never missed stop signs or accidentally drove through a red light because she was busy telling her children to "BE QUIET!". Being pregnant with my third changed my perspective on the reality of vehicles. For as much as I loved the Suburban, the idea of hoisting another infant into the back seat, or crawling over the middle seat to buckle my older two in, did NOT sound appealing. Hence, the trade-in. There's no regret, really. I do love the practicality of the Odyssey with having so many small children, but a Suburban handled so much better in our lovely Minnesota weather!
Back to the news. I'm back on the couch, nestled in my blanket (my husband refers to this as "perching"), sipping my coffee, when Britten comes running into the room and turns off the TV (yet another reason, among many, my husband wishes we could buy a flat screen to hang above the fireplace).
Me: "Britten, please, turn on the TV. Mommy's watching the news because I need to watch the weather."
Britten: "No! I don't like "Snooze." I like "Snazzy" (for those of you wondering, she's referring to the Go Fish CD's)!"
Me: "Not "Snooze." The NEWS. I'm watching the news."
Britten: "Oh, I don't like "Snooze." And runs off, without turning on the TV. When did my compliant child turn into such a 2 year old?!?!? Well, I guess I know the answer to that question: September 7th.
Friday, April 11, 2008
Thursday, April 10, 2008
sleep, sleep, wherefore art thou sleep?
I'm trying to find the words to say, I'm trying to think of a good subject to write about, I'm trying to think of clever titles, but all can do is yawn. My mind is a blank slate. My brain feels like mush. I'm so tired! Bedtime duty (and middle of the nighttime duty) is my sole responsibility for the next few days as my husband is traveling for work, and as I sit here on my couch, nestled in my blanket, I can still hear Ella and Britten awake in their rooms. Rooms being plural, because the room sharing thing went to bits about a day after I ranted and raved on my blog about how well it was going. I've been in Ella's room 5 times already. She was crying because she genuinely misses her Daddy tonight. My husband travels often for work, but this is the first time Ella has ever cried because of missing him. Maybe I should be more stern with her because she won't settle down and fall asleep, some would tell me to discipline her, but I can't. I tickled her back, rocked her a little, prayed with her and did my best to comfort her. She's singing now, not crying, and I'm okay with that. I've made several visits to Britten's room, but it's not doing much good. She's crying, too. The loud, inconsolable, unreasonable 2-year old cry. She also misses her Daddy, but I'm having a much harder time staying calm with her because she won't listen to or reason with me! Hmmm...A 2 year old unwilling to listen or reason? It's unheard of! Chloe is sleeping. I did have to take a brief pause in writing this post to rock her back to sleep, but fortunately, she's not crying and missing her Daddy tonight (she's the only one!) but sleeping soundly in the pack 'n' play in our room.
Yes, the pack 'n' play. We've been playing the lovely game of musical beds/bedrooms ever since Chloe was born. We have a 4 bedroom home, but with the 4th bedroom downstairs, we're left with 3 upstairs to work with. We never expected that transitioning the girls into the same room would prove to be so difficult. We naively assumed they'd love sharing a room so much they'd do whatever it took (even listening to their parents) to stay sharing a room! We were wrong. We then took a little hiatus from working on the "room sharing" thing and decided to semi-permanently move the pack 'n' play into our room so Chloe could have a place to sleep. Up until 4 months old, Chloe slept with us, but we were ready to have our bed back as much as Chloe was needing more space to wiggle around.
A couple weeks ago, we decided to move Britten's big girl bed into the nursery and try having Britten share a room with Chloe. Long story short, after two nights of Britten throwing her bedding, pillow and then herself into the crib with Chloe, we quickly put the kabosh on that setup. We didn't want Chloe getting killed or anything. So, Chloe is back in our room for now. The next step is Ella and Chloe sharing a room and I think we'll test those waters next week. Wish us luck. It's our only option unless we decide to move Ella or Britten downstairs, and that's not really an option, because that room doubles as a guest room/office.
There it is...finally. Quiet. The house is quiet and I can finally relax. Funny how I instantly get my 2nd wind the moment my girls are sleeping. I wish I didn't. I wish I could crawl under my covers and take advantage of an extra 2 hours of sleep. But I won't because I can't. My body won't let me shut down before 11:00pm. For as exhausted and sleep-deprived as I am right now, I am incapable of going to bed early. It's a curse.
Sleep. To be completely honest, I almost dread going to sleep. Between all three of our girls, we're awake half the night. Chloe, in particular, wakes up a lot. Up until I took dairy out of my diet two weeks ago, she was waking up every hour. That's something I'd expect from a newborn, but a 5 month old?! It's getting better now and she's sleeping for three hour stretches. I'm hoping it will get better as the days progress. The lactation consultant said I needed to give it a good two weeks before noticing a big change. Even a little change helps a lot right now.
I'm tired. I'm so, so very tired. My mind may be a blank slate and my brain may be mush, but I'm happy. I'm happy and I'm blessed. God has blessed me with three beautiful little girls, who I swear require less sleep than any other child I know, and a husband who's always supportive and willing to lend a helping hand (this is particularly appreciated in the middle of night). So I can deal with tired. In fact, I'll gladly deal with tired. I know that someday, hopefully sooner than later, I'll be sleeping for 8 hour stretches again and feeling good as new. At least having more than one child has taught me something; This too shall pass...and it always does.
Yes, the pack 'n' play. We've been playing the lovely game of musical beds/bedrooms ever since Chloe was born. We have a 4 bedroom home, but with the 4th bedroom downstairs, we're left with 3 upstairs to work with. We never expected that transitioning the girls into the same room would prove to be so difficult. We naively assumed they'd love sharing a room so much they'd do whatever it took (even listening to their parents) to stay sharing a room! We were wrong. We then took a little hiatus from working on the "room sharing" thing and decided to semi-permanently move the pack 'n' play into our room so Chloe could have a place to sleep. Up until 4 months old, Chloe slept with us, but we were ready to have our bed back as much as Chloe was needing more space to wiggle around.
A couple weeks ago, we decided to move Britten's big girl bed into the nursery and try having Britten share a room with Chloe. Long story short, after two nights of Britten throwing her bedding, pillow and then herself into the crib with Chloe, we quickly put the kabosh on that setup. We didn't want Chloe getting killed or anything. So, Chloe is back in our room for now. The next step is Ella and Chloe sharing a room and I think we'll test those waters next week. Wish us luck. It's our only option unless we decide to move Ella or Britten downstairs, and that's not really an option, because that room doubles as a guest room/office.
There it is...finally. Quiet. The house is quiet and I can finally relax. Funny how I instantly get my 2nd wind the moment my girls are sleeping. I wish I didn't. I wish I could crawl under my covers and take advantage of an extra 2 hours of sleep. But I won't because I can't. My body won't let me shut down before 11:00pm. For as exhausted and sleep-deprived as I am right now, I am incapable of going to bed early. It's a curse.
Sleep. To be completely honest, I almost dread going to sleep. Between all three of our girls, we're awake half the night. Chloe, in particular, wakes up a lot. Up until I took dairy out of my diet two weeks ago, she was waking up every hour. That's something I'd expect from a newborn, but a 5 month old?! It's getting better now and she's sleeping for three hour stretches. I'm hoping it will get better as the days progress. The lactation consultant said I needed to give it a good two weeks before noticing a big change. Even a little change helps a lot right now.
I'm tired. I'm so, so very tired. My mind may be a blank slate and my brain may be mush, but I'm happy. I'm happy and I'm blessed. God has blessed me with three beautiful little girls, who I swear require less sleep than any other child I know, and a husband who's always supportive and willing to lend a helping hand (this is particularly appreciated in the middle of night). So I can deal with tired. In fact, I'll gladly deal with tired. I know that someday, hopefully sooner than later, I'll be sleeping for 8 hour stretches again and feeling good as new. At least having more than one child has taught me something; This too shall pass...and it always does.
I. Must. Share.
When we moved into our current neighborhood, we were excited to learn there was a young couple, Cory & Jess, living two doors down, and they had a baby boy, Tristan. At the time, almost 4 years ago, we only had Ella and she was just about 9 months old. We thought we were so fortunate to have found a couple, living so close, with whom we had so much in common! In our first conversation, we realized Ella and Tristan were born 6 days apart! How ironic, right? Well, the irony only begins there...4 months after settling into our new home, I found out I was pregnant again! Within the same week, I was having a conversation with Jess, and upon sharing my news with her, I learned she was pregnant, too! Though our due dates were a couple weeks apart, our babies (mine a girl, hers a boy) were born 3 days apart! About 15 months later, Jess called me to tell me she was pregnant again and because my hubby and I were actually going to start trying for our third (because we never actually tried before Chloe), I knew we'd have our third babies close together! Sure enough, Aidan (yet another boy for them) and Chloe (and another girl for us) are about 2 1/2 months apart (quite a long span for us, but still close!).
So, having our children so close in age has been wonderful and, as you can imagine, gives me and Jess a lot to talk about. Jess and I could practically pass as sisters and have been mistaken as that on many occasions. There have been several times, while dropping off Ella at school (Ella and Tristan go to preschool together), that someone has stopped me in the hallway thinking I was Jess. Once they notice I'm toting 3 little girls versus 3 little boys on my arms, they realize they have the wrong Mommy. Aside from looking alike and having kids the same age, we share a lot of the same beliefs, have similar parenting styles and share an interest in healthy, natural foods. I'm not much of a cook, but I love getting new recipes for easy, healthy recipes. Jess is great about trying new recipes and passing them along to me. One she recently gave me, and I just tried out today, was a recipe for Homemade Granola. It's amazing! It's so amazing, in fact, I couldn't help but post the recipe on my blog and share it with all of YOU!
Maple Almond Granola
- 4 1/2 C. (18 ounces) of old-fashioned rolled oats (not instant)
- 3/4 C. shelled, raw, unsalted sunflower seeds
- 1 1/2 C. slivered or coarsely chopped raw almonds
- 2 T. ground cinnamon
- 1 1/2 C. pure maple syrup, preferably Grade A Dark Amber
- 1/3 C. Canola Oil
- 1 C. Raisins
Position a rack in the center of the oven and preheat oven to 325.
Place the oats, sunflower seeds, almonds and cinnamon in a large bowl and stir to combine. Add the maple syrup and oil and stir until all the dry ingredients are moistened.
Spread the granola on a rimmed baking sheet of about 12 X 17 inches. Bake the granola until it begins to brown, about 25 minutes, then stir it with a flat spatula. Let the granola continue to bake until it's light golden brown, dry and fragrant, 15 - 20 minutes longer. Stir the granola at least once more as it bakes and watch is closely in the final minutes as it can easily burn.
Place the baking sheet on a cooking rack, add the raisins, and stir to combine. Let the granola cool completely. Transfer the granola to an airtight container. It can be stored at room temperature for up to 1 month or frozen for up to 6 months. You can serve the granola straight from the freezer. It doesn't get hard and it thaws almost instantly.
Makes about 8 cups.
I hope you enjoy this delicious recipe as much as we will!
So, having our children so close in age has been wonderful and, as you can imagine, gives me and Jess a lot to talk about. Jess and I could practically pass as sisters and have been mistaken as that on many occasions. There have been several times, while dropping off Ella at school (Ella and Tristan go to preschool together), that someone has stopped me in the hallway thinking I was Jess. Once they notice I'm toting 3 little girls versus 3 little boys on my arms, they realize they have the wrong Mommy. Aside from looking alike and having kids the same age, we share a lot of the same beliefs, have similar parenting styles and share an interest in healthy, natural foods. I'm not much of a cook, but I love getting new recipes for easy, healthy recipes. Jess is great about trying new recipes and passing them along to me. One she recently gave me, and I just tried out today, was a recipe for Homemade Granola. It's amazing! It's so amazing, in fact, I couldn't help but post the recipe on my blog and share it with all of YOU!
Maple Almond Granola
- 4 1/2 C. (18 ounces) of old-fashioned rolled oats (not instant)
- 3/4 C. shelled, raw, unsalted sunflower seeds
- 1 1/2 C. slivered or coarsely chopped raw almonds
- 2 T. ground cinnamon
- 1 1/2 C. pure maple syrup, preferably Grade A Dark Amber
- 1/3 C. Canola Oil
- 1 C. Raisins
Position a rack in the center of the oven and preheat oven to 325.
Place the oats, sunflower seeds, almonds and cinnamon in a large bowl and stir to combine. Add the maple syrup and oil and stir until all the dry ingredients are moistened.
Spread the granola on a rimmed baking sheet of about 12 X 17 inches. Bake the granola until it begins to brown, about 25 minutes, then stir it with a flat spatula. Let the granola continue to bake until it's light golden brown, dry and fragrant, 15 - 20 minutes longer. Stir the granola at least once more as it bakes and watch is closely in the final minutes as it can easily burn.
Place the baking sheet on a cooking rack, add the raisins, and stir to combine. Let the granola cool completely. Transfer the granola to an airtight container. It can be stored at room temperature for up to 1 month or frozen for up to 6 months. You can serve the granola straight from the freezer. It doesn't get hard and it thaws almost instantly.
Makes about 8 cups.
I hope you enjoy this delicious recipe as much as we will!
Wednesday, April 9, 2008
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Thursday, April 3, 2008
oh, what a beautiful day!
Finally, another day above 50 degrees! The snow is finally melting again, let's hope for good this time, and the beautiful sun was shining in the sky! After being trapped inside for days on end, so it seems, we were ready to experience the warmth! We spent the majority of the afternoon and evening outside, beginning with an 1 1/2 hour walk with my lovely neighbor friend, Jess, and her three boys (ages 4, 2 and 8 months - do those ages sound familiar? Jess and I have a lot in common!), and ending with playtime in our backyard with Daddy.
What's actually funny about this picture, is seconds before it was taken, Britten was screaming and crying, begging for the sucker that Daddy brought her from work. She would NOT cooperate for the camera until I said, "Britten, just give us ONE big smile, and then we can go inside and eat your sucker." Oh, ok. SMILE!
Ella just LOVES swinging and can not get enough underdogs. As I've mentioned before, Ella is happiest when her adrenaline is rushing through her veins. As a side note, Ella DID, in fact, dress herself to play outside. She was dressed for school earlier in the day, but the second she walks in the door, she throws off her jeans and puts on her jammie pants....Hmmm...She's more like me than I realized!
Even Chloe enjoyed her time outside today. She literally spent hours in the carrier outside and never made a peep...In fact, she slept for half of it!
But, like everything else in life, all good things (including beautiful days) must come to an end. With the sun setting and the temperature getting chillier by the minute, it was time...
...to kick off our very muddy shoes and go back inside. Tomorrow is another day...and I hear it's supposed to be 60 degrees! Picnic on the deck, here we come!
What's actually funny about this picture, is seconds before it was taken, Britten was screaming and crying, begging for the sucker that Daddy brought her from work. She would NOT cooperate for the camera until I said, "Britten, just give us ONE big smile, and then we can go inside and eat your sucker." Oh, ok. SMILE!
Ella just LOVES swinging and can not get enough underdogs. As I've mentioned before, Ella is happiest when her adrenaline is rushing through her veins. As a side note, Ella DID, in fact, dress herself to play outside. She was dressed for school earlier in the day, but the second she walks in the door, she throws off her jeans and puts on her jammie pants....Hmmm...She's more like me than I realized!
Even Chloe enjoyed her time outside today. She literally spent hours in the carrier outside and never made a peep...In fact, she slept for half of it!
But, like everything else in life, all good things (including beautiful days) must come to an end. With the sun setting and the temperature getting chillier by the minute, it was time...
...to kick off our very muddy shoes and go back inside. Tomorrow is another day...and I hear it's supposed to be 60 degrees! Picnic on the deck, here we come!
we'll take one humble pie, mr. schwan's guy
Every other Wednesday evening, the Schwan's man stops by our house wondering if we're interested in placing an order. He's a diligent worker, if nothing else, because he's been stopping by our house for almost two years, and for almost two years, he's been getting the same answer:
"No, thank you. We just went went grocery shopping." OR "No, thank you, we don't own a deep freezer and our other freezer is absolutely stuffed." Good bye!
I cringe every time I see this...
...pull up in front of my house. You're probably asking yourself the same question I ask myself every time I hear the big yellow truck roar into our neighborhood: Why don't you just tell the poor guy to stop coming? It would certainly save him some time in his busy night and it would save us the hassle of saying NO! Well, I have a very bad answer to that very good question...
My husband and I are wimps! We feel bad telling him we don't want to order anything every time he stops, but for some twisted reason, we'd feel worse telling him to stop coming by our house! We've grown accustomed to seeing his smiley face every other Wednesday and he's such a nice guy! We'd hate to hurt his feelings by telling him we never want to see him again!
Well, we thought we almost solved this problem on its' own, when, a couple weeks ago, Mr. Schwan's guy made his ever-faithful pit-stop.
The doorbell rings at 7:00pm sharp, I hear the roaring truck outside, and my arms are elbow deep in dirty dishwater.
Me: "Hubby, can you answer the door and tell him we're not interested in buying anything tonight (no surprise there)?"
Hubby: "No way! I had to tell the guy "No" last time he stopped. It's your turn!"
Me: "NO! I don't want to! I'm busy doing dishes, you do it! Go out there, please, and tell him no!"
Hubby: "I'm not doing it." By this time we're practically wrestling around the kitchen. "You do it!" "No, you do it" "YOU DO IT! I'm not telling him NO! I always have to!" "No, YOU!" This went on and on for several more seconds, when finally, I gave him a really good and hard push and my hubby ends up in the living room.
There, standing in our entry way, holding his brochures and order form, was Mr. Schwan's guy. (See, while my hubby and I were wrestling over who'd answer the door and tell him "no," Ella apparently answered the door and let him inside...you know, just being the polite little girl we taught her to be.).
Hubby, clearing throat and donning his most polite smile: "Oh, hi! How are you?"
Mr. Schwan's guy: "Hey, I'm good...So (awkward pause), would you be interested in ordering anything?" I'm pretty sure he knew the answer to that, but felt compelled to ask it anyway.
Hubby, calling to me in the other room: "Honey, do we need anything tonight?" I guess it's on me, after all...
Me, trying to sound cheery: "No, I think we're fine!"
Hubby: "I think we're fine, then."
Mr. Schwan's guy: "Well, ok. Have a good night then!"
Hubby: "Thanks, you too."
Tails between our legs, we were at least a little relieved knowing we likely wouldn't be seeing any of Mr. Schwan's guy again...or would we?
Two weeks later, 7:00pm sharp, door bell rings. He's back.
Hubby, answering door: "Oh, HI!"
Mr. Schwan's guy: "Hi! Interested in buying anything tonight?"
Hubby: "Oh, why not...We'll take a box of drumsticks, an apple pie and one of your turtle pies..."
Mr Schwan's guy: "GREAT! I'll be right back."
He wore us down after all. Even though I always knew he was good at his job, I realized that night, he was great at his job.
"No, thank you. We just went went grocery shopping." OR "No, thank you, we don't own a deep freezer and our other freezer is absolutely stuffed." Good bye!
I cringe every time I see this...
...pull up in front of my house. You're probably asking yourself the same question I ask myself every time I hear the big yellow truck roar into our neighborhood: Why don't you just tell the poor guy to stop coming? It would certainly save him some time in his busy night and it would save us the hassle of saying NO! Well, I have a very bad answer to that very good question...My husband and I are wimps! We feel bad telling him we don't want to order anything every time he stops, but for some twisted reason, we'd feel worse telling him to stop coming by our house! We've grown accustomed to seeing his smiley face every other Wednesday and he's such a nice guy! We'd hate to hurt his feelings by telling him we never want to see him again!
Well, we thought we almost solved this problem on its' own, when, a couple weeks ago, Mr. Schwan's guy made his ever-faithful pit-stop.
The doorbell rings at 7:00pm sharp, I hear the roaring truck outside, and my arms are elbow deep in dirty dishwater.
Me: "Hubby, can you answer the door and tell him we're not interested in buying anything tonight (no surprise there)?"
Hubby: "No way! I had to tell the guy "No" last time he stopped. It's your turn!"
Me: "NO! I don't want to! I'm busy doing dishes, you do it! Go out there, please, and tell him no!"
Hubby: "I'm not doing it." By this time we're practically wrestling around the kitchen. "You do it!" "No, you do it" "YOU DO IT! I'm not telling him NO! I always have to!" "No, YOU!" This went on and on for several more seconds, when finally, I gave him a really good and hard push and my hubby ends up in the living room.
There, standing in our entry way, holding his brochures and order form, was Mr. Schwan's guy. (See, while my hubby and I were wrestling over who'd answer the door and tell him "no," Ella apparently answered the door and let him inside...you know, just being the polite little girl we taught her to be.).
Hubby, clearing throat and donning his most polite smile: "Oh, hi! How are you?"
Mr. Schwan's guy: "Hey, I'm good...So (awkward pause), would you be interested in ordering anything?" I'm pretty sure he knew the answer to that, but felt compelled to ask it anyway.
Hubby, calling to me in the other room: "Honey, do we need anything tonight?" I guess it's on me, after all...
Me, trying to sound cheery: "No, I think we're fine!"
Hubby: "I think we're fine, then."
Mr. Schwan's guy: "Well, ok. Have a good night then!"
Hubby: "Thanks, you too."
Tails between our legs, we were at least a little relieved knowing we likely wouldn't be seeing any of Mr. Schwan's guy again...or would we?
Two weeks later, 7:00pm sharp, door bell rings. He's back.
Hubby, answering door: "Oh, HI!"
Mr. Schwan's guy: "Hi! Interested in buying anything tonight?"
Hubby: "Oh, why not...We'll take a box of drumsticks, an apple pie and one of your turtle pies..."
Mr Schwan's guy: "GREAT! I'll be right back."
He wore us down after all. Even though I always knew he was good at his job, I realized that night, he was great at his job.
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
my personal kitchen"aid"
Tuesday and Thursday mornings are always a little quieter around our house. I usually get some phone calls made, some emails returned, the house picked up a little and maybe, if I'm properly managing my time, I might even get a shower. This little lull in my week is created by the fact that we send Ella to preschool on Tuesday & Thursday mornings. It's amazing how the intensity levels change around our house when we subtract one child from the "dynamic duo" equation ("dynamic duo" being Ella and Britten, because together they create lots and lots of...well, dynamic drama).
For as much as I LOVE spending time with all three girls, because I really do, I appreciate these mornings. I get a lot more accomplished than usual, as I previously mentioned, but much more importantly, I get some one-on-one, quality time with Britten. For as much as she adores and loves playing with Ella, I think Britten also appreciates this time with me. Granted, Chloe is home with us on these mornings, but really, does this sweet little face look demanding to you?
Oh, alright. She's not always a sweet, low-maintenance little baby...SLEEPING is an entirely different story with her and deserves its' own post.
Back to Britty. We (or at least, I) cherish this small block of time together and tend to use it by spending time reading books, doing little crafts, playing games or just doing your typical "2 year old" play stuff. But today, I thought we'd try something new. Well, not new exactly, but new for us to do by ourselves. We were going hang out in the kitchen and bake something together! After much thought and consideration, I decided we'd bake our all-time favorite snack, Pumpkin Flax Muffins.
We can't start our baking project without the proper attire...
I told Britten to say "Pumpkin!" You know, instead of cheese, but that didn't turn out so well!
There, that's better! Now, let's get started...
...Well, that was fast! Not much can beat freshly baked pumpkin flax muffins!
Britten wonders if YOU would like to try her muffins?
You really SHOULD! Just click here if you're interested in making this delicious snack!
As you can see, our time in the kitchen today was a success...I wonder what we'll do on Thursday!
For as much as I LOVE spending time with all three girls, because I really do, I appreciate these mornings. I get a lot more accomplished than usual, as I previously mentioned, but much more importantly, I get some one-on-one, quality time with Britten. For as much as she adores and loves playing with Ella, I think Britten also appreciates this time with me. Granted, Chloe is home with us on these mornings, but really, does this sweet little face look demanding to you?
Oh, alright. She's not always a sweet, low-maintenance little baby...SLEEPING is an entirely different story with her and deserves its' own post.Back to Britty. We (or at least, I) cherish this small block of time together and tend to use it by spending time reading books, doing little crafts, playing games or just doing your typical "2 year old" play stuff. But today, I thought we'd try something new. Well, not new exactly, but new for us to do by ourselves. We were going hang out in the kitchen and bake something together! After much thought and consideration, I decided we'd bake our all-time favorite snack, Pumpkin Flax Muffins.
We can't start our baking project without the proper attire...
I told Britten to say "Pumpkin!" You know, instead of cheese, but that didn't turn out so well!
There, that's better! Now, let's get started...
...Well, that was fast! Not much can beat freshly baked pumpkin flax muffins!
Britten wonders if YOU would like to try her muffins?
You really SHOULD! Just click here if you're interested in making this delicious snack!As you can see, our time in the kitchen today was a success...I wonder what we'll do on Thursday!
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