Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Top 10 of 2008
2. First Steps
3. Quickly Turning from Baby to Mischievous Toddler
4. Fun Up North
5. Fun in Chicago
6. A Little Fish
7. The Wedding
8. The Announcement
9. Turning Two
10. An Old-Fashioned Winter
Monday, December 29, 2008
Merry Christmas from the Nashes
A new piano for daddy was quite an unexpected surprise!
And one for William too! Here he is teaching Cookie Monster how to play. I love that last year's gift (Cookie Monster) is still one of his favorites a year later.
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
Where I'll Be
Pray for me.
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
The Irony of the Christmas Season
Yet, even though I've been to the grocery store no less than six times the past few weeks, the dinner menu tonight includes mac and cheese, a hot dog or two and, if you're lucky, a frozen pizza. For if any fingers should go digging into my hard work they should be prepared to be slapped.
Monday, December 22, 2008
Christmas Cookies Take 6: Chocolate Mint Wafers
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Day 134
"By this time in your pregnancy, your practitioner may recommend that you reduce your level of exertion at work or even change job duties if your work involves strenuous lifting, bending below your waist, carrying, or climbing ladders or stairs."
Or so said my daily pregnancy journal last night.
"I'll have to talk to my boss," I said to Brian.
"Yeah, but I don't know if William is going to be very accommodating," he replied.
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Christmas Cookies Take 5: Sugar Cookie Cut-Outs
The Classic Santa Picture
"Um, toys please. Trucks, please."
Santa said, "Have you been a good boy?"
And that was pretty much it.
But the real story of the night was how well-behaved William was afterward when we went to an upscale adult restaurant for dinner. Brian received a gift certificate to Palomino for his birthday and although our sitter for his birthday dinner isn't lined up until Friday night we decided to give it a shot.
You could see the looks tossed our way by the other patrons as the hostess led us to our table with highchair in hand. I, too, was apprehensive but I came armed with Cherrios. William isn't normally terrible in restaurant settings. He's just two and he's impatient and when he's hungry or bored he lets everyone know about it. But this evening he was quieter than some of the adults in the room.
A few times I didn't think it was my son. Or perhaps it was my son but he was getting sick? At any rate our presence was barely made known which is just how I like it. An older woman even complimented us on our young gentleman as she was getting up to leave.
For at least one night our family felt prim and proper. It was a perfect family birthday dinner for Brian. But I have a feeling I'll still enjoy our toddler-free evening on Friday night a bit more.
Monday, December 15, 2008
What About Brian
Eyes: William doesn't get those marvelous blue eyes from me.
Hair: A brown curly wonder I'm still praying one of our children will inherit.
Loves: His wifey, his baby boy, his baby-in-the-belly, all five of his siblings, his mom, his dad, his high school friends and his college friends (the same for different reasons), the Catholic Church, the Pope, most pro-life/family conservative politicians
Dislikes: Pop culture, bad music, most liberal politicians, Home Depot, being too hot especially in the car
Obsessions: Notre Dame football, Wisconsin football, the Raiders, Donald Duck (the old stuff), Arnold Schwarzenegger, his two guitars (one classical, one acoustic), playing the piano, playing shooting (he calls them strategy, I call them shooting) games on our computer, running, lifting weights, good beer, making the perfect martini/Manhattan, snuggling, wrestling with William
What's to Admire: Brian makes ordinary Catholics want to be great Catholics because he practices his Catholicism with a kind of coolness. You know that gospel reading when Jesus says, "When you pray, go into your room...pray to your Father who is in the secret place"? Brian is the epitome of this. He walks the walk without shouting it on the rooftops. I love that.
What I Love About Him: He would do anything for his family. And I don't just mean myself and William. I mean all of his brothers and sisters and both his parents and all his friends. If they ever called in need, he would be there in a flash without hesitation. I also love that he takes out the garbage and empties the dishwasher for me. Two of my despised tasks.
Why He Should be Celebrated Today: Poor guy. First he has to go and be born just 10 days shy of Christmas. All his life he's been receiving the combo birthday/Christmas gift. Then he grows up, gets married and his first born has the audacity to be born just 24 days before his birthday. Now his birthday is sandwiched between two events with which he can't compete. But I have yet to hear him utter a single complaint.
Today Brian turns 27. For three short months he and I will be the same age. I find it ironic that in March 1981 my mom was giving birth to her first born. At the same time, miles away, Brian's mom was finding out she was pregnant with her fourth baby. Indeed, we come from two separate upbrings yet somehow our paths crossed and we found those separate experiences meshed perfectly.
Happy birthday to you, my hubby! I love you!
Somebody Has to Live Here
Saturday, December 13, 2008
Friday, December 12, 2008
Battle Wounds
Seventy-five times a day William crawls up onto our kitchen chairs and stands on them backwards to see what's on top of the counter. Seventy-five times a day I have to tell him to get down. Last night his mischief finally got the best of him. The chair fell backward and William came down, slicing his head on the edge of the counter.
Brian proceeded to freak out (do all dads do this?) so I had to calm both him and William down. After the bleeding stopped I noticed that while the cut wasn't extraordinarily large, it was rather deep. Almost grotesquely so. But I skipped the thought of stitches seeing as William had already forgotten about the whole ordeal.
And after Brian's blood pressure returned to normal he thought the cut looked rather cool. Gives him a bit of character. As you can see from the picture below, William was extremely traumatized.
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Christmas Cookies Take 4: Chocolate Espresso Snowcaps
Christmas Cookies Take 3: Nutmeg Sticks
It's kind of a family tradition to make these cookies every Christmas so I hope I don't get put into exile for letting out this precious recipe. And if you need more of a reason to try this recipe I should also mention that I once won a Christmas baking contest with these little numbers. Yes, I assure you, they're that good.
Dough:
1 cup butter
3/4 cup sugar
2 tsp. vanilla extract
2 tsp. rum extract
1 egg
3 cups flour
1 tsp. nutmeg
dash salt
Frosting:
3 T. butter
1/2 tsp. vanilla extract
1 tsp. rum extract
1 1/2 - 2 cups powdered sugar
2 T. cream
Mix together dough and roll on log forms about 3 inches long and 1/2 inch in diameter. Roll in sugar. Bake at 350 degrees for 10-12 minutes. Frost when cool. Sprinkle with nutmeg.
Braving the Hustle and Bustle
The stars aligned so I guess I really had no choice. We had dental appointments yesterday morning which kept Brian working from home in the afternoon. Thus, I had a watcher of my napping toddler.
I complained and whined about going out until the moment I left. But I held a carrot out in front my myself promising to treat me to a cup of Christmas Caribou cheer. I also felt more confident about the whole trip knowing I wouldn't have to lug a certain 30-pounder with me.
The universe must have sensed my apprehension because something amazing happened. Every stoplight turned green as approached it, every car stayed out of the lane I wanted to be in and there was even a wide-open parking spot waiting for me right in front of the Nordstrom's skyway.
Once inside the stores were even more delightful. It felt no different than a Wednesday afternoon during any other month of the year.
But I have to admit. I did feel slightly guilty in my crowdless delight when I thought of those store merchants struggling in this recessing economy.
But the guilt flew out of the window once I saw the ginormous deals at Nordstrom Rack. Seriously. There was about a 30-second period when I hated that I was pregnant because they had designer jeans at unheard of prices. But I just directed that "woe is me" energy into finding a perfect pair for Brian and then I felt a tad better.
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Christmas Cookies Take 2: Buckeyes
Monday, December 8, 2008
Christmas Cookies Take 1: Red & Green Monster Cookies
In honor of Our Blessed Mother's Immaculate Conception I decided to do something matronly and start my baking early. I figure if I average two or three batches a week I'll have a nice assortment for gift tins by the time the 24th rolls around.
In addition I'll be sharing each of my recipes right here if any of my readers dare to give them a try. My first batch is an oldie but goodie. Monster cookies! What's that you say? Monster cookies aren't Christmasy? Well they are when you use those handy red and green holiday M&Ms!
And because no recipe is complete without a picture, here's my first sheet. See? Christmasy!
Decking our Halls
The sled was a great addition this year especially since we've been blessed with plenty of snow.
Do you notice the gathered neckline on his turtleneck? Yep, I accidentally picked up this little number in the girls department without realizing it. Just don't tell anyone. It'll just have to be an at-home outfit now.
Trying to get the lights juuuuust right.
He found the pickle! Have you heard of this German tradition?
Taking a Peek at our Bun
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
What I'm Lovin' This Christmas Season
- Christmas music. Now that it's officially past Thanksgiving I don't have to feel guilty about listening to it. Brian and I try to add one new Christmas CD to our collection every year. This year Harry Connick Jr. won out because he was on sale at Target. Tony Bennett and Josh Groban took a close second. What do you think? Did I make a mistake? I still have the receipt.
- Watching all the old Christmas TV movies with William who is actually interested this year. So far we've only watched The Grinch. William thinks the Grinch is Sam-I-Am. At least he knows a Dr. Suess when he sees one. I've also got the DVR set up to record Rudolph, Frosty and the old Mickey Mouse A Christmas Carol. Oh, and I can't forget my personal favorite, A Charlie Brown Christmas.
- Getting my Caribou coffee in those holiday cups. Doesn't the coffee just taste better in those cheery green and red twinkling cups? You know it does. I suppose I could have added one more item to "What I'm Thankful for this Thanksgiving." And that would be that my morning sickness didn't coincide with those cute little coffee cups. Can you imagine not wanting a hot cup of a peppermint mocha latte during Christmas? It would have been a travesty.
- All the seasonal scents of Yankee candles. In case you haven't heard, Yankee candles are the best candles ever. Just remember this when you get wide-eyed at the price tag. But I'm telling you. If you're in need of a candle that lasts until the last wax has melted and one which keeps on fragranting your whole house with Pumpkin Spice goodness (that's the one I got) than this is the candle for you. If you're not quite ready to commit your check book to a Yankee try the Glade candle in Apple Cinnamon. Smells just as good, just doesn't last as long.
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Happy Turkey Day!
One thing I'll always remember about Thanksgiving as a young child is the turkey coloring page that came in every Thanksgiving edition of the Minneapolis Star Tribune. Anyone know what I'm talking about?
If you have young children of your own who enjoy coloring or even if you enjoy it yourself click here and then get out a brand new box of crayons and enjoy! (Hint: Click on the image once to enlarge before you hit print.)
I hope you all have a happy and safe Thanksgiving!
Monday, November 24, 2008
Birthday Wrap-Up
It was a great family weekend. William's cake took me all afternoon which is definitely more than I bargained for. I didn't realize making everything from scratch plus adding a second layer would take up so much time. Much of it was spent waiting for everything to cool before I could frost and decorate. But there's just something about a homemade cake that makes for good memories.
It was bitter cold the day of William's birthday which made me appreciate the coziness of a simple family birthday party all the more. We took our time with dinner, cleanup and presents. I even indulged a week early in a little Christmas music.
I think I'm always going to look back on William's 2nd birthday and cherish how innocent he is in all of it. He isn't self-absorbed in that it's his day yet. After singing Happy Birthday to him, he then wanted to sing to mommy and then to daddy. He had no idea why seven people called that day just to talk to him but he sure was loving it. And he didn't care how extravagant or expensive his gifts were. He was so excited to open up something unexpected for which he had no idea why he'd earned it.
I wish all birthdays could be like this but kids grow up, or so I've heard.
On Saturday we took William to his first movie at a theater. He did excellent. He got a little antsy in the middle when the storyline was a bit slower but he soon found my soda cup and started sucking that straw like it was pure heaven. He's never had soda before so you can imagine his surprise when all that sugar hit his lips. I'd say his favorite parts of the whole experience, in order, would be:
2. Sprite
3. The Marley & Me preview
4. The actual movie
I think that's pretty good for a just-turned-two-year-old.
In the evening on that same day we took William to a Christmas event at our local shopping center. Santa was there to greet all the kids and they even had live reindeer on display. But William's favorite part was Santa's ride. A sleigh? No no! Santa cruised in on a mighty fire truck. William thought he died and went to heaven. You couldn't force that kid to stop smiling. Here's a couple of photos I captured.
After the fire trucks had to depart we decided to scope out Santa. The line was much too long for William's patience and because Santa was outside, it was a little too cold to be standing that still so long anyway. So we compromised on standing just outside the rope so William could at least see Santa in the flesh.
For the past week we've been talking about Santa and who he is and what he's all about so William has some idea of what's behind this jolly old fellow. But for a two-year-old, you never know what information is going to stick. Apparently this Santa info stuck pretty well.
Brian was holding William and the two of them were looking on while the other children, who had more patience than the Nashes to stand in that line, slowly took their turns to have a seat on Santa's lap.
Brian called over to me, laughing, "Come here! You've got to hear this!"
William was waving his arm in Santa's direction and in the most confident voice he could muster was saying, "Um, Santa, please trucks?"
Translation: "I don't really want to stand in this ridiculously long line but I just wanted to get in my small request of a few trucks for Christmas please."
Brian and I were laughing so hard we had tears rolling down our cheeks. It was a wonderful moment to cap off the weekend.
Later, in December, we will be making our annual trip to Macy's Downtown to visit Santa. It appears that once again we will be dealing with a child who is the furthest thing from being scared of the man in the red suit.