Conversations at My House

Routinely heard in our home:

  • “No! We don’t spit food at Mommy!” (followed by the sound of a baby chortling and blowing a raspberry)
  • “No! We don’t put our hands in dirty diapers!” as poop is wiped off of small fingers
  • “Here, sniff his butt, would you?” as a baby butt is shoved into someone’s face
  • “Gentle! We pet Bear with gentle hands,” as small baby hands pull out tufts of dog fur and a 65-lb dog runs away in fear
  • And the best for last: Never ending rounds of The Wheels of the Bus

Bedtime woes…

So, apparently Max only napped for about an hour(ish) total at daycare yesterday…which made for a very tired little boy by the time I got home from work.  By the time he attempted to use my butt as a very large, soft pillow mid climb while we were wrestling on the floor, I figured it was time to move on to dinner so he could get to bed early.  I’ve seen adorable photos of babies/kids falling asleep mid-meal.  Not this guy.  He got most of the way through and decided enough was enough – then came the crocodile tears.  Now, he typically doesn’t cry if I’m near him and paying attention to him, so this was new.  By the time I got him out of his chair, cleaned up, and ready for bed, he was in full meltdown mode.  Luckily, Sam was kind enough to make his bedtime bottle while I won the Battle of the Footie Pajamas.  By 6:30, there was a bottle in his mouth; and by 6:45, his eyes were closed.  Which meant that by 9:00, his eyes were open and full of tears, once again.  Sam and I struggled for this first time with a baby who was so over tired he was fighting sleep.  After another bottle and more hugs, he eventually was asleep for good about 10:15 – with a few slight hiccups during the night about midnight and 3:00am (but he self-soothed and fell back asleep without us).

Today was a new day, and he woke up at 6:15 with a smile on his face ready to tackle another day at daycare with this friends.

Breakfast Hooky

Max was supposed to have a doctor’s appointment this morning, and, long story short, we cancelled after we had already checked in.  Since Sam and I had already told our offices that we’d be in late, we decided to grab a quick bite and coffee at a nearby Panera.  We try to let Max try new foods (whatever we’re eating) more often than not.  He’s been on “solid food” since he was four months old, so it’s time he start tasting foods other than mashed up green beans and carrots.  Sam and I decided to split a cinnamon roll – and Max got a small taste too!  No frosting or gobs of cinnamon, just the breading the size of my fingertip, but he loved it!  He’s not usually a fan of sweets – but once he had his first taste he started to giggle…and giggle.  It was a great start to a Friday.  Bring on the weekend!

20140725_091349_resized

download3

download2

Guest Post: Maxwell

So, it’s me…you know, the one my mom’s been talking about non-stop for what seems like my entire life! I wanted to drop in to say Hi, rather than let her do it for me. I mean, geesh, I’m able to say hi. The neighbors know this since they probably can hear me from next door. If you haven’t seen me in a while, there’s something new every day – something that I need to tell my mommy and daddy about as loud as I can. They need to hear me over the TV, my music toys, the dog barking, cat meowing, and their talking, right? Let’s see…

Right now my mouth hurts a lot. There’s ANOTHER tiny, hard, white thing coming out of my gums. This will be my third and even though mommy gets excited each time, I’m not sure why. All I know is that they hurt and now I can’t gnaw on my hand as well. I’m hoping this will be the last one.

1404429287520_resized

I’m standing on my own now; who needs a mommy when they have the freedom to move! When I’m standing, I like to dance with my pacifier and throw it as far as I can. Usually at Bear to get his attention. I can’t figure out why he doesn’t like to play with me. I love petting him…did you know that dog fur comes off of the dog really easy and usually by the fist-full? Speaking of animals, the cat doesn’t seem to want to play either. I mean, you grab a tail one time and she won’t come near you anymore…

20140713_082733_resized

Question? Do any of you like sleeping alone? I don’t. But, mommy and daddy are getting smarter at night and letting me cry for a few minutes before I fall asleep. Don’t they know that we’re playing Hot Lava and the mattress is lava? By putting me in my crib EVERY night when it gets dark outside they’re cheating! How am I supposed to get hugs all night long and cuddle with mommy if she leaves me in my crib? It doesn’t matter that she’s already given me 2 hours of hugs AFTER I’ve fallen asleep, I want more!!!

Anyway, work’s going well. Daddy drops me off every day and it’s a lot of hard work to get into every cabinet and toy box when the bosses aren’t watching. If I get caught, they usually put me into a plastic toy that I can practice my walking in. But, I’m literally walking in circles and it’s very hard to make the necessary number of messes if I can’t reach anything!  I’m working on being sneakier and getting the other babies to work with me.  One day we will get that gate open!

Does anyone else have any of these problems? Life is hard.

20140707_082754_resized 20140715_074651_resized

 

And she LIVES…

Hello world wide web! It’s been quite a while since I’ve posted (2.5 years, to be exact – sheesh!).  A lot has happened since my last post about my sister’s wedding cake of awesomeness.

To recap:

Sam and I got married in Las Vegas.  By an Elvis impersonator.

10605_10100817969285099_83029883_n

199313_10100817946221319_684851927_n

I got pregnant…with a little boy.

1060770_10101254973130889_42005214_n

1235068_10101480653735149_2127363367_n

I gave birth to said little boy.

1471937_10101534404553079_1869997966_n

And he’s turned into an amazing little person.

67994_10101585583050959_1368403329_n

10425059_10101976718148089_5061442180730767465_n

10325381_10101879799583669_2872904317343784987_n

Wedding Cake Tower of Cupcakes

Side view of the cake

As promised, here are some pictures of my sister’s wedding cake that my mom and I created with love for my sister.  Awwwww.

The small cake atop the tower: lemon cake with regular buttercream frosting.

Cupcake flavor 1: wedding white with almond buttercream frosting

Cupcake flavor 2: butter pecan with regular buttercream frosting

Cupcake flavor 3: strawberry with whipped cream frosting

Cupcake flavor 4: chocolate with mint buttercream

Cupcake flavor 5: German chocolate with chocolate buttercream

Cupcake flavor 6: spice cake with pumpkin buttercream

Decorating the top part of the cake

Decorating with help from the other bridesmaids

Close up of cupcakes

Proud of my cake!

Center stage on the dessert table

Side view of the cake

Wow!! It’s been 3 months? Are you sure?

So, it just dawned on me that it’s been more than 3 MONTHS since I posted! I apologize if anyone has been going through Robyn-withdrawal.  It’s tough, I know.  I’ve been kinda missing me too.  Like most people, I go through a funk every year around the holiday season.  It doesn’t help that my fiance hates Christmas.  Oh, that’s right, I haven’t posted my big news. SAM PROPOSED! I have a beautiful ring and a date is already set – September 2, 2012.  We’re doing it right – an Elvis impersonator in Vegas.  It might be more difficult to plan a destination wedding (particularly somewhere slightly affordable and fun) because our guest list is much, much shorter than it would be for a local wedding.  Luckily, we’re planning on reception/party in town in November after Sam’s yearly golf tournament is over and my parents are back in town (mostly for the parents, though). Also, I can only plan small parts of the wedding as we’ve already put a down payment down on the chapel – our package includes a reception, but I can only choose the colors, not design centerpieces, etc. How do you feel about peacocks? Or fireflies and mason jars? Or a black and white damask pattern? I only need to make the invitations and save the dates and I still can’t decide! Also, I only have one attendant (my sister as matron of honor), so I can have her wear any style/color dress I want – which is still a hard decision to make. I’m really glad that Sam and I agreed on Vegas (and the Elvis) because I’m pretty sure I’d drive myself insane – and everyone around me – trying to plan a larger wedding.

Changing topics.  I have still been baking, though not as much as before.  I have pictures of my cakes and cupcakes – including my sister’s wedding! I also have a lot of crafty things I’ve been making, so I’ll post pictures of those as well.  One of my resolutions this year (yes, I have MANY resolutions for 2012) is to make my house, well, clean. It still looks like a recent college graduate lives here, between my stuff and Sam’s.  I have planned to go though my house, one room at a time, getting rid of things I don’t need, decorating, and generally making the space look finished.  I’ll post before/after photos as I do this.  As part of my many resolutions, I have started a second blog, http://www.thinkinghappy.wordpress.com, to not only chronicle my success/failures, but as a way of being accountable to myself and a way to measure my progress throughout 2012.  So, if I’m not writing here (though one of my goals is to write more, so I should be writing here), I’m writing over there.

Flowers for my Hair

three red(ish) roses

I’ve been looking for crafty things I can do that do not involve sugar and butter. It’s surprising difficult, actually.  After much searching on http://www.pinterest.com (the site I wrote about a few posts ago), I found some more flower ideas.  Check out my first attempts.  Not too shabby, if I do say so myself.  The orange(y) fabric is made from the scraps of my bridesmaid dress (I sweet-talked the seamstress for my own fabric scraps after she hemmed the 5-in. off the bottom).