Monday, November 30, 2009

Best freaking cookies ever!!!

So, you know how every mom has her go-to, awesome cookie recipe that everyone loves, and it eventually makes her famous?

I think I found mine.


Big Soft Ginger Cookies

Ingredients

  • 2 1/4 cups all-purpose flour
  • 2 teaspoons ground ginger
  • 1 teaspoon baking soda
  • 3/4 teaspoon ground cinnamon
  • 1/2 teaspoon ground cloves
  • 1/4 teaspoon salt
  • 3/4 cup margarine, softened
  • 1 cup white sugar
  • 1 egg
  • 1 tablespoon water
  • 1/4 cup molasses
  • 2 tablespoons white sugar (for rolling the balls in)

Directions

  1. Preheat oven to 350 degrees F (175 degrees C). Sift together the flour, ginger, baking soda, cinnamon, cloves, and salt. Set aside.
  2. In a large bowl, cream together the margarine and 1 cup sugar until light and fluffy. Beat in the egg, then stir in the water and molasses. Gradually stir the sifted ingredients into the molasses mixture. Shape dough into walnut sized balls, and roll them in the remaining 2 tablespoons of sugar. Place the cookies 2 inches apart onto an ungreased cookie sheet, and flatten slightly.
  3. Bake for 8 to 10 minutes in the preheated oven. Allow cookies to cool on baking sheet for 5 minutes before removing to a wire rack to cool completely. Store in an airtight container.

http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/Big-Soft-Ginger-Cookies/Detail.aspx

Here are some tips I have discovered for making them extra yummy.

--DO NOT substitute butter or shortening for the margarine. I know the temptation is there, but ignore it. You need margarine so they will be soft and chewy. Use butter and they will be flat and crispy. Don't even think you can do half butter, half margarine, either. ALL MARGARINE. I learned the hard way.

--I chill the dough in the freezer for about 30 minutes because they're easier to roll into balls after that. This dough is pretty sticky otherwise.

--Make sure to bake them long enough. I normally love cookies a little underdone, but these need to be fully done for the chewy, soft effect. Otherwise, the molasses kind of pools up in the middle and they're kinda soggy and flat. I bake mine for exactly 8 minutes so the edges don't get hard. When I take them out, they are kind of domed and cracked on top. Eventually, they collapse a little and they're perfect.

These are so yummy, I've already had four this morning. Heaven, help me! They are perfect for the holidays, too, because they have that warm gingery flavor. Make them -- I promise, you won't be disappointed!

Friday, November 20, 2009

Simplifying things.

So, it's been a week since I took a late-night trip to the ER for an emergency breathing treatment. Thursday, I started feeling like my chest was closing off and I couldn't breathe at all. I was actually getting dizzy from the lack of oxygen. Then I made the mistake of Googling "pneumonia while pregnant" and it scared me so bad, I called my mom to come babysit and Dill and I went to the emergency room.

$75 for a chest x-tray, breathing treatment and some Tylenol with codeine. Oh, but they let me keep the nebulizer mask and tubing. Totally worth the 5-hour ordeal.

No pneumonia, thankfully. Bronchitis as usual. I have a history of asthma so a normal little cold often turns into a hacking, throat-constricting cough that lasts for weeks. It's so fun. I sure hope my kids don't inherit my poor respiratory system.

A week later, and I'm still barking up my lungs and blowing my nose all freaking day. And what's worse -- Dill caught it from me. Only it seems to have wreaked extra havoc on his vocal chords. Meaning, he sounds a little like Barry White with the sniffles.

Last night, as we were about to go to bed, getting Dill's lunch together for today and straightening up a little, I had to giggle at the fact that our conversation was punctuated with coughs and throat-clearing (ahem!). So, I decided we needed to sip some hot apple cider before bed.

And that we did.

And it was oh so romantic, in an old married couple kind of way. We lounged on our hideous broken-in late '90's couch and talked about Bubs' potty training success, then delved into religion and politics. Conversation enhanced by the magic of Stephen's (one thing we do miss about Utah -- an abundance of delicious cocoa and cider).

We fell asleep with warm tummies and relaxed minds. Enriched by intellectual stimulation and hot, spicy goodness.

I hate being sick, but I guess I do love how it forces us to slow down and enjoy the simple things in life. And reminds us to be thankful for times of good health.



Having said that, can I get better now?

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

I have to be honest here ...

Why? Because the fabulous Megs at {megs in wonderland} has bestowed upon me the "Honest Scrap" award.


And here it is, in all its glory!

So now, it's time for 10 Totally Honest Things About Me, Jenna, aka Mama J.

1) My left nostril is clogged at the moment.

2) I am obsessed with tweezing my husband's eyebrows.

3) I like to look at random people's wedding pictures on Facebook.

4) I love to sing. I sang in choir all through high school and was even first-chair soprano in the AZ All-State choir my senior year.

5) I once competed in a pageant called Junior Miss and won some awesome scholarship money from it.


Proof. With my former roomie and friend Karissa aka K-Slice.

6. Until today, I hadn't washed my sheets in a month. But they are currently in the dryer, so don't worry.

7. I dig older men and think the salt-n-pepper is sexy.



Can't wait until Dill starts graying a little. Mmm-hmmm.

8. I am terrified of the dentist and believe that even the slightest bit of pain in my mouth means I'm going to need a root canal. I guess having three in six months will do that to you.

9. My left nostril is still clogged. Dang it.

10. I love to take pictures and wish I had a really nice camera so I could take fabulous pictures of everyone and everything and maybe make some money doing it.

Now, I must bestow the Honest Scrap award upon 10 bloggers of my choosing:

Katie : Vive in Praesentia

Other Katie: The Katie-Did

Elise: The news goes on for 24 hours a day

Siovhan: the siovhan show

Jessica: Daily Ramblings

Other Jessica: The Belnap Family

Kate: Domestic Goddess and Co.

Future Mama: Baby Makin(g) Machine

Emmy: One Day at a Time

Liz: Our Little Family

So, if you're on this list ... it's time to get real!

Sunday, November 15, 2009

Tips for successful potty training

The day has come. I can now confidently say my child is potty-trained! She is still wearing a diaper at night, just in case, but during the day, she is absolutely fine. She tells me whenever she has to go, willingly attempts to go if I take her (like if we're in public) and is now even pooping in the toilet! We still are dealing with occasional accidents, but they are few and far between.

I never thought I'd be so excited about something so trivial. Motherhood really changes your outlook on the more mundane aspects of life.

Anyway, I thought I'd share some tips that helped ME be a successful potty-trainer. I can't speak for the kids, because let's face it -- what works for one may not work for another. But I can tell you right now, you, as the Chief Potty Trainer, need to be prepared to train your child just as much as he or she needs to be ready, or it just won't work. So, here are some suggestions you might find helpful as you embark on this adventure.

1. Get to Googling. Who knew something so second-nature to us could be so difficult to teach? You can try to jump straight in (eek!), but I'd recommend getting as much information about it as you can beforehand. Search a few parenting forums, go to the library, talk to other parents who've done it. Or, just plug "potty training" into the good ol' Google, and marvel as thousands of results appear. Whatever you do, educate yourself first! That's always a good way to go about doing anything in life, right?

2. Set a date and stick to it. A lot of moms and dads are hesitant to start potty training their child because it has the reputation of being a daunting task. So, they keep putting it off, telling themselves "After Christmas" or "Maybe next week" or "When she turns 3." Those vague time frames aren't really going to hold you accountable. So, set a date. Pick one that will give you at least a week to dedicate to potty training (you may not use the whole week, but it's better to be safe than sorry). Avoid weddings, holidays and big appointments to minimize stress. My date was November 3rd. I wanted to wait until the Halloween festivities passed, plus I had an ultrasound appointment on November 2nd. But my sister is getting married at the end of December, so I wanted Bubs to be really comfortable with the potty by then. So, November 3rd it was. I wrote it on the calendar. I kept a countdown. I told my husband, my mom, my mother-in-law, and anyone who'd listen that November 3rd was D-day (or P-day, I guess). I had to hold myself to it!

Of course, just because you set a date doesn't mean your kid will agree it's the right time. He or she still has to be ready before you'll have success. But again, we're talking about how YOU can get ready to potty train. And if you set a date for yourself, you'll know exactly how much time you have to mentally, physically and emotionally prepare. Which is a good thing.

3. Stock up on essentials. Before you begin, make sure you already have plenty of underwear and/or Pull-Ups so you don't have to make an unexpected trip to the store. Juice, foods that keep things "running smoothly" (prunes, apples, granola bars), paper towels and Lysol wipes might be handy for you. Maybe rent some new kiddie DVD's or buy a new game so you'll have something to do with your child while you're under house arrest for a few days. Borrow a new book to read to distract yourself in between potty trips. Also, do you plan to reward your child for going on the toilet? Get some M&M's another other small treat, or stickers for a sticker chart.

4. Get a cheering section. Find a relative or friend to rely on during this week -- someone you feel comfortable venting to when things get hard, and who you can call when you have joyful successes! My mom was helpful because I knew she trained me to use the toilet once upon a time. She kept telling me, "You can do it!" and reassuring me I was doing a good job. And I'm sure my Facebook friends got sick of the never-ending potty updates, but most of them were happy to cheer me on during the week.

5. Keep telling yourself, "This too shall pass." Because it will! Like I said earlier, lots of people are apprehensive to begin potty training because of how notoriously difficult it can be. You've probably heard everything from "He held his poop in for a month straight!" to "I'm so sick of cleaning up puddles everywhere I go," and these sentiments may have you frightened about potty training. But I promise, it'll be OK. Yes, there will be accidents, no matter what method you choose to use. You will have to use your washing machine at least once. You will likely have to clean smashed-up poop out of the carpet. But it's OK. You know what to expect. Deal with it and move on. Cry if you have to. Soon enough, it will all be a distant memory!

6. Reward yourself when it's all over. Yay! You did it! Time to celebrate. First, shampoo your carpet. Then, feel free to buy yourself something nice with the money you just saved on diapers. Go on a nice date. Get a pedicure. Do something for yourself. You survived one of the biggest challenges of parenting! You deserve it.

Saturday, November 14, 2009

Two-for-one.

Today, you are getting a 20-week belly picture AND a picture of my new haircut/color. Happy day!



Oh, and don't worry, sweet Katie -- I too suffer from explosive pregnancy acne. That's why we love Photoshop, no?

Thursday, November 12, 2009

Question of the Day:

When someone tells a pregnant woman they are "glowing," do they really just mean their face is getting chubby?

Discuss.

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

It's going.

Well, today marks one week since I began potty training Bubby. And it's going much better than I could have hoped! We've made the transition to wearing underwear around the house. I have to be really on top of things though, because she tends to have small accidents in them. No puddles or anything, but she has a hard time getting them off so she'll tinkle in them, stop the flow, and then finish on the toilet. She needs help, though. If I let her go bare-bottomed, she never has accidents. Her little bum is so chubby, it's hard to get those things up and down over it!

So far, she's pooped in the toilet once, too. That was seriously the happiest moment of my life! It was hilarious, actually. I heard her go into the bathroom, so I went in to check on her and she was sitting up there, reading a book. A few minutes later, she came out and said, "I did it!" Sure enough, she had. I was so impressed! Since then, she's gone in her nighttime diaper once. I can't really blame her for that, though. I have to make sure I wake up before her so I can catch her before that happens again.

Going in public is another story ... Bubby obviously doesn't know where the toilet is and hasn't figured out she has to tell me when she needs to go. So, I pretty much just have to pray that she won't have an accident. I take two extra underwear, a pair of pants and a plastic bag wherever we go, just in case. The good news is, she has a bladder of steel and only goes about 4 times a day. So if I time it right, we can usually avoid an accident.

Anyway. I'm so happy to not have to use five diapers a day anymore. Just one for bedtime. It's awesome. Those things are not cheap. I really hope things can continue to go well so I don't have to buy diapers for TWO kids. I might lose my mind if it comes to that.

One thing I've learned through all this is potty training is pretty much the first time a parent has to trust their children to make their own decisions as autonomous beings. When they're babies, we get to decide when they eat, when they go in their cribs to sleep, and we change their diapers when needed. But you absolutely cannot exercise control over your child's bodily functions. Obvious, I know, but it's not something you typically think about until you're potty training. You just have to teach them what to do and trust that they'll get it. For someone like me, who prefers having her ducks in a row at all times, this was difficult to reconcile with. At first, I wished there was a little button on Bubby's tummy I could push to make her go potty. But, there isn't. I had to relax and let her figure it out. And she is.

Any tips on how to get Bubby to tell me when she has to go potty? If we can overcome that minor obstacle, we'll be well on our way. Until then, I just have to watch her like a hawk and follow her into the bathroom all day.

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

My crotch has taken a back seat ...

... to the adventures of POTTY TRAINING.

I don't know if you remember how I tried it back in July. I started trying to potty train Bubby as soon as I found out I was pregnant. I hoped she'd master it before the morning sickness hit. Well, we were unsuccessful (obviously). Bubby just wasn't getting it, I couldn't let go and relax, I was trying to micromanage, Bubby was starting to hate me and ... epic fail. I gave it four days. It was four days of pure hell.

You just can't potty-train when there's stress. It doesn't work. Trust me on this one. If you start to stress, or if you're kid is stressing, stop and take a break. Your nerves will thank you.

So. I decided to go back to diapers and try again later. Like, after my morning sickness went away. Which, it did, but was promptly replaced by those horrible headaches.

Now, the headaches are gone, Bubby is 2, my belly is still rather small-ish, and even though my crotch hurts something fierce AND I have some wicked new hemorrhoids (I know, you really needed to hear that)-- it's now or never. Things are only going to get harder from here.

And with that, we embarked on Potty Training: Part Deux yesterday. It started out uneventfully. I put Bubby in Elmo underwear and waited for the worst. Waited, waited ... accident. Boo. Changed underwear. Another accident. Then another. I was starting to feel really stressed again. And then, I remembered something I'd read a few times and heard first-hand -- you gotta let them run around with a bare bottom if you want them to learn quickly.

Somewhere in my heart of hearts, I knew I had to try it. So, off went the Elmo underwear.

And, what do you know? Success. Success. Success!!!

There were a few more accidents mixed in with the successes, but Bubby was getting it. The accidents were happening en route to the toilet. She was uncomfortable with them. She was noticing them. And she was going to the toilet on her own.

I went to bed plum-tuckered out, and scared for what today would hold.

Today has been better! Fewer accidents, more successes. She's still going commando, but it's OK. Whatever it takes for her to learn. Dill's a little mortified that his daughter is going to become a streaker, but I'm not too worried.

I'll keep you posted on how this goes. I hope by this time next week, I'll be able to tell you all that I am not buying diapers for the next five months. Cross your fingers!

P.S.~ I got another ultrasound on Monday -- baby looks great and he's still a boy! Unfortunately, the pictures aren't great; he was kinda smashed up against my uterus.