Posts I enjoyed this week

By Moriah on January 31st, 2009

This post of Missy’s where she writes a letter to her 20-year-old self.

Life at 7000 Feet’s Facts and Truth.

Femina: Let it Ride and A Friend Sticks.

Cheaper By the Baker’s Dozen: Mellow Motherhood.

Sleeping Beauty

By Moriah on January 30th, 2009

I haven’t posted anything today because I was too busy chasing my kids around parking lots (do they ever learn?) and not-cleaning my house. (Why do today what you can put off until tomorrow?)

I took this picture of Madeline napping in my bed the other day. Don’t mind her dirty monkey. (The poor thing has a very tough life, trust me.)

Sometimes I still stare at her and can’t believe she’s mine.

Have I ever mentioned it was also graduation day?

By Moriah on January 28th, 2009

When I first saw this wedding carnival at Eli’s Lids, I wasn’t going to participate. But I decided to for two reasons – 1) I didn’t have any other ideas for a post for today and 2) the vast majority of my current close friends weren’t at our wedding and have never seen pictures (not to mention my bloggy friends).

Only a small handful of people have ever even seen these photos (probably because they reside in a gigantic leather album that sits inside a glass box table thing in our living room). So I decided to scan a few and give it a shot.

This one sort of half-shows the window topiaries. They had tiny yellow rosebuds stuck in them and they were gorgeous. Gold pillar candles sat on either side with a length of swirled tulle.

The cake was DIVINE. Coulda eaten the whole thing myself.

Okay, maybe not.

They lived happily ever after. The end.

(Now leave me a comment so I don’t feel so self-conscious.)

Emphasis on ‘flex’ in flexitarian

By Moriah on January 27th, 2009

Remember this?

I’ve been meaning to write an update ever since Kristin asked me at a day-after-Christmas party if we were still eating Vegan.

That would be a negative, Tower.

Silly as it sounds, the kicker was finding out about the peanut allergy in Drew’s preschool class. I could not think of an adequate send-to-school lunch that was kid AND vegan friendly but did not involve peanut butter & jelly.

And easy. (That’s the operative word.)

So I usually gave him turkey, cheese, crackers, and fruit. I figured it was only twice a week; it wouldn’t hurt anything.

But then Andy also mentioned he sort of felt like the substantial increase of gluten and other grains had possibly been irritating his stomach. He just generally felt less than 100%. So we added back in some dairy and poultry. There is really nothing like a good egg for breakfast.

I still do not buy red meat. I still do not give my children cow’s milk. I do put some half n’ half in my coffee, although I never really stopped doing that. (I mean, I have my limits.) Adelaide drinks rice milk, as do the other kids. And I still use Smart Balance in lieu of butter.

So, there you have it. It doesn’t affect the state of the Union but there it is, in case you wondered.

Too Busy to Blog

By Moriah on January 24th, 2009

Andy took yesterday off so that he could attend the men’s retreat at our church. In the morning we had decided to take a family outing to the children’s museum but couldn’t find on-street parking anywhere close. We scrapped our plans in favor of running around by the riverwalk and going to a playground there.

I had already planned to meet a friend for lunch at a different playground, so needless to say, my kids got lots of quality playtime outside yesterday. (And also very dirty.)

Last night we were invited over to have pizza with some friends from church whose daddy was also at the retreat. The only noteworthy tidbit was from Adelaide knocking her booster seat over backwards on the floor (while she was in it) and I walked in the kitchen to find her crying with her feet up in the air, her head on the floor, her cheeks full of Cheetos and the rest scattered about the kitchen. It was quite the picture.

We got home almost two hours past their bedtime and Madeline started weeping and wailing “I’m tired!!!” No doubt. Adelaide did not even climb out of her crib once, if that’s any indication of how drained they were.

(Of course they didn’t sleep in this morning or anything, though — oh no. That would be too logical.)

Today we’ve got Dolly and her crew here. Actually right now Dolly’s out with our hairdresser friend getting a new ‘do. She’ll have before and after pics, I’m sure, so stay tuned for that.

And it’s been fun in the meantime to love on this little nugget:

***Edited to add: Before and After photos here!

Why we love us some Signing Time

By Moriah on January 22nd, 2009

Drew signing ABC’s from Please Pass the Salt on Vimeo.

Hat tip to Jeannette.

(And yes, he signs the ‘Z’ backwards and upside down.)

Case in Point

By Moriah on January 21st, 2009

Yesterday morning I woke up eagerly anticipating a fun-filled day. Drew’s preschool was celebrating Pajama Day and so I dressed him in some of his not-so-embarrassing pajamas (do five-year-olds think about such things?) and somehow got myself and the kids out the door. Almost on time, even.

We pulled up to a very empty parking lot. Apparently school was closed, since they follow the county closures.

It was a bit ridiculous. Blue sky, sun brightly shining. Roads dry and clear. Possibly you could see your breath in the cold morning air but really? They close school for that?

We turned around and drove on home, a little deflated. I re-dressed Drew into actual clothes and we left again, this time for mom’s fellowship. Uneventful = good.

Then, WALMART. Children = very, very bad. I managed to return my two items, one of which was a pair of slippers I’d found on clearance for $5 but had a hole in the seam that I’d found later. I grabbed a new pair, paid, was on my way out the door and Madeline said she had to go potty.

There was no way around it; we were going to have to use their bathroom. Thankfully I walked into an overwhelming scent of cleaning product. We were probably the very first to use the facilities after they’d been disinfected. Hallelujah.

Also. I was trying to wrangle the three of them out of there and get small hands washed, etc., and a German woman walked in, noticed me, and said “three? I had seven!”

(I will not be having seven children. Thank you and goodbye.)

After Walmart, I miraculously remembered to pull into the bank parking lot (how many times have YOU driven past?) on the way home and the teller even asked (without prompting) how many lollipops I needed.

Three. Heaven forbid you give me any less.

And of course, wouldn’t you know, one of them was deposited unwrapped and clearly tampered with. I’m sure she had just absently grabbed some and didn’t notice, but I felt weird enough about the candy that I really didn’t want to give it to my child.

When we got home I fished around for an alternative to give Adelaide and threw the offending lollipop in the sink.

About twenty minutes later, she came walking around the corner, with the leftover stick in her hand, green sugary mess around the corners of her mouth. I have no idea if she climbed up and dug it out of the kitchen sink or if one of the other kids rescued it for her.

Either way, I was not amused. (But she’s alive and well this morning so clearly it was in fact harmless.)

So I think for today? We’ll stay home.


By Moriah on January 20th, 2009

I am a young mother. This is my blog. And part of the reason I share my life here is so that if you are another struggling young mother, you will know you’re not alone.

My child pooped on the living room floor last night. You are not alone.

I needed more patience yesterday. You are not alone.

I often feel adult-lonely when my husband leaves for work. You are not alone.

I don’t feel like making dinner sometimes. You are not alone.

We are in a season where it’s difficult to make ends meet. You are not alone.

Sometimes I cannot WAIT to get my kids in bed. You are not alone.

I struggle with my weight sometimes. You are not alone.

I sometimes wish I had a more glamorous life. You are not alone.

But. More importantly, if you know Jesus, you are not alone because He has promised never to leave [us] or forsake [His children]. Rest in that today.

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