More of the good stuff

By Moriah on January 31st, 2008

So inspiring.

Best thing I’ve read on Christian parenting in a while:

Part I

Part II

See, Mom, she still has plenty

By Moriah on January 31st, 2008

I made the mistake of telling my mom I sort of got carried away the other day cutting layers into Madeline’s hair. She had been sitting perfectly still, watching a movie and eating fruit snacks, so of course I snatched up that hair-layering opportunity.

I had been wanting to cut it for a while because I was tired of the frizzy that was the top half of her head. And of course it turned out totally as I planned (*wink*). Thankfully curly hair gives you LOTS of room for error.

Ok, so these pictures are to set my mom’s mind at ease. I think she was a little concerned that I had cut all Madeline’s hair off.

(Not really super excited about mama taking her picture, obviously.)

See? Still an abundance of tangles.

He should just be thankful it wasn’t lumpy pea sauce

By Moriah on January 30th, 2008

Tonight, for dinner, we had beany-weany. (Or, as Andy calls it, ‘frank-n-beans.’ When he told me that I nearly fell off my chair laughing.)

Beany-weany. It was an all-time culinary low for me. Right up there with “here, have a bowl of Cocoa Puffs.” But, in my defense, payday isn’t until Friday and I’ve been trying to clean out the pantry. And the meat drawer, too, apparently.

Also in my defense, they were turkey franks. Because I’m health-conscious like that.

However, you would have thought I was feeding the kids cement or some other toxic waste the way they reacted to having a bowl full-o-beans placed in front of them. Drew even looked up with the most pitiful face and declared, “it…will make me sick.”

I immediately had flashbacks to sitting at the table for over an hour once as a child because I could not gag down a salmon patty covered in some sort of lumpy pea sauce. And then I was forced to eat it cold. I decided then and there I would never do that to any future children.

I mean, a salmon patty with pea sauce? It’s just plain wrong.

But you’re not supposed to gag over beany-weany! It’s full of healthy yummy things like, well, ketchup and brown sugar. And (turkey) hot dogs.

Nevertheless, I’m guessing he probably would’ve rather had the Cocoa Puffs.

Passing it on

By Moriah on January 28th, 2008

A couple of recent noteworthy posts (in no particular order):

If you sometimes feel like a run-down mom, this is for you.

If you’re like me and sometimes get in a rut reading your Bible, click here for a brilliant idea.

This one is a hodge-podge of randomly answered questions but I really liked some of her answers and thought they were helpful. (Such as the once-a-month reevaluating goals-for-your-kids thing.)

I thought only little girls were supposed to be clothes-picky

By Moriah on January 27th, 2008

As I dressed him for church today: “No, Drew doesn’t want that yellow shirt. I need the white one!”

Let’s compare hair notes

By Moriah on January 26th, 2008

[I’ve mentioned this to some of my friends before, but I thought it might be fun to share with the interpeeps.]

This is why, looking back, Madeline always felt older to me than Adelaide does now.

Here’s Madeline at 9ish months:

(That pink outfit in the first picture, coincidentally, was mine. I think my mother made it. Which is why I stuffed her in it and took a picture.)

Did you notice anything? Like a full head of hair? Beginnings of the curly madness now going on in this house?

Now, here are a few shots of Adelaide I took before she went to bed tonight. She will be 10 months tomorrow.

The hair. It is not all created equal.

Following in her sister’s footsteps

By Moriah on January 25th, 2008

When Madeline was a baby (the crawling kind), she was notorious for picking up gross things off the floor and sticking them in her mouth. It didn’t matter how often I vacuumed or swept, I’d still find her chewing away on lint fuzzies, dirt, crumbs, even a dead fly once.

Yeah. I nearly threw up.

Anyway, Adelaide is taking it upon herself to keep up Madeline’s floor-scrounging legacy. (No dead flies or ladybugs yet though, thankfully.)

When the kids went to bed the other night I swept up all the rice puffs that Adelaide had dropped from her johnny-jump-up tray. Naturally other kitchen crumbs and dirt got swept up as well, and I left a small pile over by the wall. I put the broom away and was planning to just vacuum up the mess and be done with it.

But then I went to bed and forgot all about the dustpile and my vacuuming plans.

Sometime the next morning, wouldn’t you know, I rounded the corner into the kitchen and there was Adelaide, sitting in the middle of the pile, happily munching away on dusty rice krispies.

Ew. But at least it wasn’t a dead fly.


By Moriah on January 25th, 2008

You just need a little sugar cookie in your life. Or two. Or twelve.

Or forty-seven.

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