Have a blast on your trip to Panama!
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
HAPPY BIRTHDAY GRANDMA!
Happy Birthday Granny Shelia! We miss you and love you! Have a blast on your trip to Panama!
Have a blast on your trip to Panama!
Baby's First Christmas
We have one ornament commemorating Ed Jr.'s first Christmas. Thanks MIL and FIL!
On Christmas Eve, when you were just barely 8 months old, we hauled you over to Strega Nona's FABULOUS Christmas Eve party.
The house was decked out in FABULOUS decorations and filled with FABULOUS food. Not only was it Christmas Eve, but it was also Festivus, your Grandpa Bill's favorite holiday. You absolutely loved the Festivus Pole and used your walker to chase the Festivus Pole around the house. 
Your Uncle Julian was there with his papa Genaro, they helped you open gifts. 
Unfortunately, you were asleep before you could witness the greatest of all of the Festivus events, the pinning of the head of the household. 
It took both your mother and father to get it done, but before festivus was over, Grandpa Bill was face down on the kitchen floor. Some might even call it a Festivus Miracle. 
Your dad beat Josie in the feats of strength and the airing of grievances occurred primarily between your mother and grandpa Bill, but when doesn't that happen?
Christmas morning, it was just the three of us, mom, dad and baby Junior.
We opened presents and you enjoyed all of them except the penguin from your Uncle Bill. It scared the pants off of you. You would look at it sideways and crawl up your mom for safety like a little monkey. 
Even though you were just a little guy, you were very good at unwrapping your gifts. 
Your favorite gift was a cardboard tube that your mom's new ice fishing pole was wrapped in. You liked it even better than the wrapping paper. 
Then after breakfast and a Christmas daddy and baby nap, we loaded 10 thousand pounds of gear in the car and braved the icy roads to Great Falls to see Nanna, Papa, Uncle Ian and Faith.
Your daddy protested your Christmas outfit, but your mom insisted on dressing you in your Christmas Poindexter finest. You were adorable. 
Christmas with Faith was a blur of wrapping paper and you terrorizing us in your walker with your new musical bongo drums - Thanks Uncle Ian. 
You got your very first Radio Flyer Red Wagon from Nanna and Papa. We even took you out for a ride in the cold icy Great Falls wind. You made it halfway around the block before daddy had to carry you the rest of the way home. 
Faith got a motorized four wheeler for Christmas, and you in your walker chased Faith on her four wheeler all around the house. After helping mom eat turkey, sweet potatoes, mashed potatoes, green beans and some pears, it was off to slumber town for you.
And that, my little man, was your very first Christmas. Days later your daddy and I are still recovering, but are ready to take off to Missoula to celebrate your very first New Years!
For the rest of his life, we will tell him the story of his first Christmas and here is what he will hear:
On Christmas Eve, when you were just barely 8 months old, we hauled you over to Strega Nona's FABULOUS Christmas Eve party.
The house was decked out in FABULOUS decorations and filled with FABULOUS food. Not only was it Christmas Eve, but it was also Festivus, your Grandpa Bill's favorite holiday. You absolutely loved the Festivus Pole and used your walker to chase the Festivus Pole around the house. Your Uncle Julian was there with his papa Genaro, they helped you open gifts. Unfortunately, you were asleep before you could witness the greatest of all of the Festivus events, the pinning of the head of the household. It took both your mother and father to get it done, but before festivus was over, Grandpa Bill was face down on the kitchen floor. Some might even call it a Festivus Miracle. Your dad beat Josie in the feats of strength and the airing of grievances occurred primarily between your mother and grandpa Bill, but when doesn't that happen?Christmas morning, it was just the three of us, mom, dad and baby Junior.
We opened presents and you enjoyed all of them except the penguin from your Uncle Bill. It scared the pants off of you. You would look at it sideways and crawl up your mom for safety like a little monkey. Even though you were just a little guy, you were very good at unwrapping your gifts. Your favorite gift was a cardboard tube that your mom's new ice fishing pole was wrapped in. You liked it even better than the wrapping paper. Then after breakfast and a Christmas daddy and baby nap, we loaded 10 thousand pounds of gear in the car and braved the icy roads to Great Falls to see Nanna, Papa, Uncle Ian and Faith.
Your daddy protested your Christmas outfit, but your mom insisted on dressing you in your Christmas Poindexter finest. You were adorable. Christmas with Faith was a blur of wrapping paper and you terrorizing us in your walker with your new musical bongo drums - Thanks Uncle Ian. You got your very first Radio Flyer Red Wagon from Nanna and Papa. We even took you out for a ride in the cold icy Great Falls wind. You made it halfway around the block before daddy had to carry you the rest of the way home. Faith got a motorized four wheeler for Christmas, and you in your walker chased Faith on her four wheeler all around the house. After helping mom eat turkey, sweet potatoes, mashed potatoes, green beans and some pears, it was off to slumber town for you. And that, my little man, was your very first Christmas. Days later your daddy and I are still recovering, but are ready to take off to Missoula to celebrate your very first New Years!Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Monday, December 22, 2008
Naughty or Nice?
You make the call.
His mom says: NICE!
His dad says: Nice!
Miles and Selma: NAUGHTY! NAUGHTY! NAUGHTY! Unless he is throwing food on the floor, than he is nnnniiiiiicccceeeeeeee!
His mom says: NICE!
His dad says: Nice!
Miles and Selma: NAUGHTY! NAUGHTY! NAUGHTY! Unless he is throwing food on the floor, than he is nnnniiiiiicccceeeeeeee!
Saturday, December 13, 2008
20 Below Zero
The Eds and I are hunkered down in the basement to wait out the big storm. Ed Sr. has a touch of the stomach flu, so it has been all couch all day. I seriously think that Jr. got a little bored with us today. He chased the dogs in the walker, he played with his toys on the floor, he looked at both of us like "hey guys, when are we going to go somewhere. Do something. See someone? Where is Cissie?"
It offered me a lot of time to think.
Every day I think a lot about things to write on this blog. Then I go to type and blah. Writers block.
Lately, I worry that I am not providing Jr. enough stimulation to keep his development up to speed. There is no reason for me to worry, other than it is in the nature of motherhood to obsess over irrational fears. I also wonder if he loves me nearly as much as I love him. Or if he ever will. Although, I doubt that is possible, because I love him so much my heart feels like it is breaking.
I also miss him when he is sleeping. I know that is crazy because I work my ass off to get him to take naps and sleep at night, but when he does sleep, I want to peek at him and give him kisses.
Soon it will be his first Christmas, and at 8 months old, he will have no clue. He did like his first Christmas tree.
I keep asking our other childed friends what they bought their babies for their first Christmases, and they all say the same thing, nothing. I mean, he won't know, and he will be getting all sorts of loot from his grandparents. Never fear, we aren't totally scroogetastic, we are going to get him a few things, a sound machine to play in his room to protect his naps from all of the noises going on outside his room. We are also going to get him a wood toy car. It is made locally and pretty darn cool. I am sure he won't care about either of his presents and be far more interested in the wrapping paper. Next year, it will be a far bigger deal. . .
It offered me a lot of time to think.
Every day I think a lot about things to write on this blog. Then I go to type and blah. Writers block.
Lately, I worry that I am not providing Jr. enough stimulation to keep his development up to speed. There is no reason for me to worry, other than it is in the nature of motherhood to obsess over irrational fears. I also wonder if he loves me nearly as much as I love him. Or if he ever will. Although, I doubt that is possible, because I love him so much my heart feels like it is breaking.
I also miss him when he is sleeping. I know that is crazy because I work my ass off to get him to take naps and sleep at night, but when he does sleep, I want to peek at him and give him kisses.
Soon it will be his first Christmas, and at 8 months old, he will have no clue. He did like his first Christmas tree.
I keep asking our other childed friends what they bought their babies for their first Christmases, and they all say the same thing, nothing. I mean, he won't know, and he will be getting all sorts of loot from his grandparents. Never fear, we aren't totally scroogetastic, we are going to get him a few things, a sound machine to play in his room to protect his naps from all of the noises going on outside his room. We are also going to get him a wood toy car. It is made locally and pretty darn cool. I am sure he won't care about either of his presents and be far more interested in the wrapping paper. Next year, it will be a far bigger deal. . .
Friday, December 5, 2008
Home Again
We were asbestos refugees all week living with my dad and Sheree while the hazardous waste AKA insulation was removed from our attic. We had a great time. It was actually really easy to all live under one roof. They gave up the upstairs to us. We ate and ate and ate and stayed up late to play games. Plus Jr. was able to roll all over the house in his walker. He was overjoyed to have 4 of us to play with him and love him.
He also took a big first step in sitting in his high chair and joining us at the dinner table. He also ate pumpkin for the first time - AND HE LOVED IT! Pumpkin pie and pumpkin soup, yum yum.
It is Friday night and we are finally home again. It is nice to be home.
He also took a big first step in sitting in his high chair and joining us at the dinner table. He also ate pumpkin for the first time - AND HE LOVED IT! Pumpkin pie and pumpkin soup, yum yum.
It is Friday night and we are finally home again. It is nice to be home.
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
Nigella's Breakfast Bars
This is how we survive during the week.
2.5 Cups of Oats (not instant)
1 C crasins
1 C peanuts
1 C sunflower seeds
1 C shreaded coconut
1 can of sweetened condensed milk.
Mix the dry intredients, heat the sweetened condensed milk in the microwave and add to the dry intgredients. Press firmly into a foil lined and greased 9x13 pan. Bake @ 250 for 1 hour. Let cool completely, remove from pan, and cut into squares. Store in a tupperware.
It is a total rip off of Nigella. Forgive me.
I have made them for all of my baby having friends and literally, everyone loves them. You can also add other dried fruit, or more kinds of nuts.
On a totally unrelated note. HI HEATHER AND TREY!
2.5 Cups of Oats (not instant)
1 C crasins
1 C peanuts
1 C sunflower seeds
1 C shreaded coconut
1 can of sweetened condensed milk.
Mix the dry intredients, heat the sweetened condensed milk in the microwave and add to the dry intgredients. Press firmly into a foil lined and greased 9x13 pan. Bake @ 250 for 1 hour. Let cool completely, remove from pan, and cut into squares. Store in a tupperware.
It is a total rip off of Nigella. Forgive me.
I have made them for all of my baby having friends and literally, everyone loves them. You can also add other dried fruit, or more kinds of nuts.
On a totally unrelated note. HI HEATHER AND TREY!
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