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{Appetizer} Corn Dip

This cream, spicy, warm corn dip is perfect for tailgates and other fall parties.  I stole it from a friend who stole it from a friend…I remember having it for the first time a few years ago at a Cinqo de Mayo party, and now Caroline and Meredith have made it since then for get-togethers.  I made it myself for the first time recently for supper club and it was a huge hit!

 

8 oz cream cheese
4 T butter
2 T milk
1 1/2 t garlic salt
1 lb bag frozen white corn
2 T chopped jalapeno (I like it hot, so I put more in)
1/2 can green chiles (I use the whole can b/c what am I going to do with the half can left over?!)
Melt butter and cream cheese over medium heat.  Add remaining ingredients.  The longer you heat it, the spicier it will be.  Serve with tortilla chips.

 

 

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How is it Wednesday already?  The weeks go by so quickly and Molly keeps us awfully busy!  Jim and I went to see Life As We Know It last night and I could totally relate to the overwhelmed feelings that Katherine Heigl and Josh Duhamel’s characters experienced.  Except, we planned to have a baby and had months to prepare for parenthood, whereas they were thrust into the role overnight.  So maybe they were a little more overwhelmed than I am sometimes.  At any rate, it’s always nice to see realistic examples of life with kids in the media and to talk with friends about their parent fail moments.  It makes me feel much more normal!

Parent fail moments?  Oh, yes.  Those moments abound.  Luckily, giggles and hugs and exclamations over the dog, the UPS truck, or a new book make up for the moments when I feel like I’ve majorly goofed.  Also, speaking of lucky, my parent fail moments aren’t as epic as leaving Molly somewhere (like the car, or preschool, or the mall) or watching her tumble down an entire flight of stairs (just six or so), but they can add up all the same and make any normal parent question her parenting skills.   Take for instance, the fact that Peaches has a perma-bruise on her forehead from tripping and falling into every.single.doorframe in our house.  Last week, I thought for sure we were going to the ER instead of preschool, but she rolled over and there was no blood, just a huge purple egg that had already formed.  On top of the blue and green bruise that was already there.  And then of course that night, I read in a parenting magazine that head injuries are the most common serious injury among children, and that repeatedly hitting the same spot over and over again can lead to slight brain damage, or at least numerous concussions.  So the following day, I’m watching for various signs of a concussion and had to convince myself that not pointing out the ball in Goodnight, Spot! did not mean Molly had a concussion.  (But luckily today she fell and hit the other side of her head, so now she has matching bruises!)

Another area in which I’m failing?  Nutrition.  Molly does not eat any meat or vegetables.  The girl survives on crackers, berries, and yogurt.  I hear this is quite normal for toddlers and I was ok with this phase until she stopped eating altogether.  She hasn’t eaten dinner the past two nights and then ends up eating a snack right before bed.  Last night, Nana gave her a cereal bar and tonight, it was Jell-0.  The tired part of me realizes this is ok, and even gets mad at the uptight part of me that bothered to fix a grilled cheese sandwich and peel a pear in the first place!

And finally,  one last parenting fail moment (for today, that is):  I dropped my screaming child off at preschool.  She had a temper tantrum because it was time to stop picking up leaves and rolling the pumpkins and get in the car; she cried the entire three minutes to preschool and was still crying when Miss Lisa opened the car door to get her out.  (Maybe it’s all the bumps and bruises, but she was perfectly fine when I picked her up and was thrilled to see me.  She walked right over to me and gave me a big hug.)

And yes, I do realize in the grand scheme of things that these situations I deem as failures are in fact part of toddlerhood.  However, that doesn’t mean I can’t wish that Molly hasn’t had a bruise on her forehead for the past three weeks, or that she would eat just one piece of turkey or three green beans.

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Happy, happy birthday to Molly’s Nana – my mom! – today!  We love you lots!

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Ahh, the weekend…how quickly it comes and goes!  Lucky for me, this week I get a *little* extension of the weekend thanks to the Columbus Day holiday; my college students are on fall break, which means I get two whole free days!  Oh, what’s that…?  Laughter?  Yes, I guess I shouldn’t have said “free.”  But two days of not actually going to work still sounds good!  I have quite the to-do list of things to accomplish on my days off and unfortunately, day 1 is practically behind me and other than catching up with two dear friends, I’ve only accomplished one thing actually on my list!

Last night as we were going to bed, Jim looks at me and said, “I had a really good weekend.”  I have to agree!  We didn’t do anything terribly exciting and actually got to enjoy some down time.  I think the naps we all took on Saturday would have made for a good weekend for Jim regardless of whatever else happened!

Friday, we kicked off the weekend with an afternoon trip to the neighborhood park.  Molly and I met some moms and their little ones there for a playdate before the weekend officially began.

On Saturday, we had a morning of good ol’ family fun and took a trip to Mooresville to visit the pumpkin patch at Carrigan Farms.  We went on a hayride, saw some goats, chickens, pigs, and cows, and even had apple cider!

And on Sunday, we went to Ellie’s 2nd birthday party!  Molly had a lot of fun playing with Ellie’s play kitchen and checking out all of the birthday gifts.  We hope you had a great weekend, too!

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Happy birthday to Molly’s Grandpa today!!  We hope you’ve had a special day.

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Dearest Molly,

I’ve been telling people for weeks now that you’re almost 14 months old; it wasn’t until I saw the BabyCenter email update in my inbox just now with the subject “Your 14-month-old: Week 1” that I realized you were really, truly 14 months old.  How did that happen?  Where did the last 2 months go?  You just turned one, for crying out loud, and I think from now until you’re two I will not acknowledge each month that you are, in fact, getting closer to two.  If I just say “one” instead of 14 months, or 16 months, or 20 months, then I can pretend for a little bit that you are not changing every day.  I know I’ve written this somewhere before, but each morning you are bigger than you were when we put you to bed.  Each afternoon, you learned three new things at school.  Every night, you walk a little further than you did the evening before.

It’s awesome to watch you grow and change this way.  My heart bursts with pride every single time I look at you.

You assert your blossoming independence in a variety of ways:  refusal to ride in the stroller, be held, or buckle up in your car seat; laughing and then walking in the opposite direction when we say it’s time for bed; throwing toys and cups that we hand you and then picking the same items up on your own.  You still won’t eat meat, which really just befuddles me, and you love all things fruit.  You bring me books to read, which completely melts my heart, and you still like to snuggle in to the space beneath my chin when you will let me cuddle with you at night.  It takes you a while to warm up to friends and strangers alike, but once you’re comfortable, you are such a sweet, silly girl.  You love to play outside and you love your shoes.  We have to put your shoes on your feet as soon as you wake up in the morning, otherwise you walk around the house carrying them, shouting “Shoes!  Shoes!  Shoes!  Shoes!” until we put them on your feet.  Every once in a while, if we can not put them on you right away, you will sit down and try to put them on yourself and that just cracks me up.

I cannot imagine our life without you.  You bring so much joy and noise and messiness and laughter to our home.  You are beautiful and funny and sweet, and even if I told you a million times a day that I love you, it wouldn’t be enough.

I love you, my sweet Peach.

All my love,

Mom

p.s. You know I was just kidding; I’ll still acknowledge each month (as long as I remember to, that is!)

p.p.s.  Want to see the outtakes of the 14 month pictures?  Look below.  It’s hard to take pictures of toddlers.

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This morning, Jim, Molly, and I participated in Charlotte’s Race for the Cure.  Our neighbor, Merritt, formed a team to honor her mother, a seven-year survivor, so we decided to join them in their efforts to find a cure for breast cancer.  I  have participated in many a charitable 5K road race, but this morning’s race was unlike anything else I’ve been a part of.  I was overwhelmed by the sheer number of runners, walkers, volunteers and spectators.  I must admit that I was a little emotional as we walked the course.  We saw women in their pink survivor shirts; fathers, sons, mothers, daughters, grandchildren and friends with names of loved ones who have won and/or lost their battle with breast cancer; and complete strangers – men and women alike – in pink shirts, shorts, hats, and even tutus who were there to literally “race for the cure.”

At one point on the course, Jim said he hoped Molly never had to deal with cancer and that he was glad to participate in events like today’s race that will hopefully lead to more successful research and eventually a cure.  I have run several 5Ks, aware of the cause, but not truly affected by it.  But twice in two weeks, we have been able to participate in charity races that support causes which have greatly affected the lives of friends and family (we did the Fetal Hope 5K two Saturdays ago).

It was humbling this morning to think of our friends’ families and how many of them have been touched by breast cancer – my mom’s childhood friend’s sister; our neighbor’s mother; a running buddy’s mom; and a college roommate’s mom and his wife’s mother.  You were all in our thoughts this morning.

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