Tuesday, December 2, 2014

A New Year, a New You...

This past weekend was a weekend of celebration!  We celebrated the Church's New Year, we celebrated a Thanksgiving full of love and friends and family; and we celebrated my sweet baby boy's baptism into the Faith!  Judah isn't a Pagan anymore!  Praise the Lord!
 Father Dan baptizing Judah as Priest, Prophet and King
You would have never guessed that the kids were a disaster

We had this brilliant plan to get down to VA early, and hit up the outlets in Williamsburg, and do I even need to mention the Cheese Shop????  But the best laid plans....well we got down to Norfolk pretty much right in time for Mass and the Baptism.  It was a rough day, but watching Judah become a Christian was amazing!  Is 6 months too long to blame postpartum hormones?  I totally teared up.  I love Baptisms!

In other news, we're back in Maryland, permanently.  We moved back a little over a month ago for an amazing opportunity for Marty's career...I am super thankful for our time in CO but I have to say that being back in Maryland is exciting too.  

Lots of new things for this Link family...and I'm sure many more to come, but right now the only new thing for me is a poopy diaper.....

Friday, July 18, 2014

Where have all the merry-go-rounds gone??

Do you ever wonder what has happened to all the merry-go-rounds?  Too dangerous?  Controlling moms like me must have complained a lot...

Living with my parents has its ups and downs...an "up" is that my mom is super helpful with Gabriella while I am feeding Judah.  He is a big eater.  But it's always interesting seeing two grown adult couples lives interweave (is that a word??).  My mom comes out (nice and early which is great cause we're up nice and early too) and asks the same question almost every morning: what's your plan for today??  It makes me feel like a lazy, lazy mother when the answer (as it is most days) is 'I'm not sure' or 'same as yesterday.'  Especially when yesterday we did nothing.  So today I said, 'same as yesterday' and yesterday we went to the park.  So to the park we went...

We decided to go to the park early this morning so as to avoid the children that tend to accumulate there.  Call me a bad mom, or perhaps anti-social but nothing annoys me more than when we are walking up to the park and I see children running around.  Now, this isn't because I hate children, I have two that will (hopefully) testify otherwise.  No it has much more to do with MY child than it does with the other littles running helter-skelter in the playground.

Gabriella LOVES other kids...maybe a little too much for a germ-a-phobe mother.  She runs up to everyone at the park to chat, sometimes she likes to hug little people her size and she always is watching the bigger kiddos doing things beyond her, making her think she is bigger than she is...thus I feel that soon, very soon we will be heading to the ER with a crazy little who doesn't know she has limits.  She also likes to put everything in her mouth, which isn't the greatest thing to do at a park, just sayin.

Apparently other mothers have the same thoughts I do though and we weren't alone in the park today, I also look like a paranoid mom to all the other moms who are sitting around chatting with each other while their littles play and I am running after G while Judah is strapped to me and wiping down everything before she plays on it or wiping her down right after.  But let's be honest these wipes are made for mothers like me.  And as that mother I subscribe to them on Amazon Mom, monthly, which is the best thing ever, and I intend to yell it from the rooftops forever.

But back to the children at the park, it made leaving the park a bit of a traumatic experience because heaven forbid we leave the park when there are other kids enjoying it...fits usually ensue the entire two block trek back to the house.  Today was no exception...she went stiff as a board, screamed, melted into the ground, kicked...it was really special.

Maybe tomorrow will be better...but maybe tomorrow my answer will be 'I'm not sure'


Saturday, June 21, 2014

Incoming from Colorado...finally

Sooooo...here we are...two months later.  I have thought of a million different blog post titles since we've been here in Colorado but between the crazy 20 month old and the birth of the newest crazy we've been a little busy.

He's here!
Judah Francis Xavier Link was born May 29th at 1:36pm and was 22 inches long, weighing in at 
8lbs, 10oz...

I was super excited that my labor start to finish was less than 12 hours...with G it dragged out forever and then pushing for 3 hours...well, let's just say that it leaves a little to be desired.  But all was well in the world and we are in awe of this little guy.

Judah was still pretty exhausted from all that pushing though...

Marty was super excited to get Judah dressed to go home in his Ralph Lauren prepster outfit 

Gabriella LOVES her little brother...mom, not so much, but definitely her brother!

There are a lot of thoughts swirling around in my head about the stories this blog will tell, but for now I will relish in the fact that everyone is sleeping soundly (yes, nap time is one of the best times of the day) and that I will soon be sipping a beer, (it's a sacrifice I make for a better milk production). But we're back online people...keep an eye out for more, yes many more updates from the Link's!

Tuesday, April 15, 2014

A Nesting Pregnancy...

This will be short and sweet...

I often wonder what a normal pregnancy looks like...you know, the kind where you nest during it?  When I was 8 months pregnant with Gabriella we moved from an apartment into Baltimore so we'd have more room for the baby...then the baby came and her nursery wasn't actually done until she was about 4 months old.  I swore up and and down that the next baby that graced the steps of the Link house would have a proper nursery and I would nest...well, now we're headed to Colorado and once again I am 8 months pregnant...

Well, what can you do?  Not much...but I do envy the mamas that get to nest.  Maybe baby #3 will be the lucky baby that gets a nursery.  But I won't hold my breath.

Today I walked into the grocery store and the lady at the check out said..."wow, you're huge and you look ready to be done," up until that point in my day, I thought I was looking pretty good...and I had actually gotten a good night's rest.  But I guess I was wrong.  The conversation went south pretty quickly when I told her I had an 18 month old at home and she proceeded to tell me that I was really in for it when she hits the terrible twos...I thought to myself, "lady, she's been there since she was 15 months...I know what I'm 'in for' but thank you for putting any of my anxious mommy thoughts to rest."

But when I came home and told Marty we only had 5 weeks left till this little guy came...I think I kick started his SUPER anxious daddy thoughts about us driving across the country at the end of the week...

epic loss all around today...but on a positive note we updated our licenses...right before we have to get new ones in Colorado...

okay, I'm done for now...

okay and I got this card (yes, that Gabriella chewed up a little) that is the best baby shower card ever!

Monday, April 7, 2014

my rainy Monday

ahhhh....Spring time...I keep telling myself that April showers bring May flowers but cold, rainy, damp days are no fun with a toddler.  But she made the best of it today by discovering the joy of bubbles with her mom-mom:  It was awesome!



Sheer joy

This would have kept her occupied all day but nap time had to happen at some point so during nap time we discussed (what else??) food.  What to do on a rainy day?  Cook. Bake. Dream of cooking and baking...so we decided to make these cookies from the Brown Eyed Baker (who I feel like if we met we'd be great friends because I also have family in Pittsburgh, we both are around the same age, love baking, and dogs...is it creepy that I think we'd be friends? Hopefully not).  Of course I forgot to take pictures of the cookies...hey, no judging, I was too busy taking pictures of my cute kid, and eating said cookies.  They turned out great, maybe not quite as thin as I thought they would be, but there were no complaints from anyone who ate them so I take that as affirmation.  Also, if you do this recipe, which I highly recommend, I added Fluff to the cream cheese filling (no, I didn't measure) and I have to say that it really added to the cookies.  

I had to run out, and I hate running out with a toddler when it is raining but it had to happen...we needed cards...a lot of them, for all sorts of occasions.  So away we went...and let me first of all start off my 5 second rant by saying that the Target in Westminster, MD is terrible!  There aren't many cards first of all...when did cards get so darn expensive??  But what was really the most shocking was that I was going to get a half gallon of organic milk to hold us over till I could go to the grocery store on a sunny day and the half gallon was $7.29 (WHAT!??!?!?!?!)!!!  I was so mad that I took my $40.00 worth of cards and left with those and nothing else.  But my whole point of the Target craziness was the card issue.  I love making homemade cards...it's been a long time because of moving and packing and babies...but I can't wait to get back into making my own and not having to spend a million dollars just to tell someone that I love them...or love their baby...or thank you for giving me baby stuff...or happy birthday...or you're the best husband in the whole world...you get my drift.  I think I'll save a lot of money and make Dave Ramsey happy.  

Anyway, that pretty much sums up my rainy Monday...all in all a success I would say.  No meltdowns with the cute toddler, cookies, cookies, cookies galore and speed shopping at crappy Target.  Maybe tomorrow we'll go get a coffee at Birdie's Cafe to reward ourselves for making it through a rainy day.....unless it rains again tomorrow...then I'm not sure....

Friday, April 4, 2014

just another pregnant Friday...

As I sit here at 6:57 Friday night watching an episode of Minnie's Bowtoons before Gabriella's bed time (and let's be honest, my bed time) I remember the days before children when a Friday night meant something so much different.  Even right after we were married and in our honeymoon stage, it was so easy to make plans with girlfriends that started after a leisurely dinner with my husband...it isn't so much that those things can't still happen...I could make plans for after Gabriella is tucked in for the night...but she's still going to wake up waaaay to early for me to stay out past...ooohhh say 8:45.  But I can't complain...it's been a long week and a long day.  We went to play early with Gabriella's cousins before a meeting I had at the college after which we went to see G's godmother and precious little baby boy.  Needless to say that from the time she woke up until right now...there has been no sign of sleep on this sleepy baby's face.  She has pushed through, even after two 45 minute car rides and two stops at Starbucks (going and coming...today it was a must).

We stopped at Whole Foods on our way home and picked up some fun pastries...on a Friday during Lent you say?  You heathen you!  It's okay, you can judge me...I considered today a success because the only place Gabriella melted down was in the presence of my best friend and she doesn't judge.  So I decided that G and I deserved a treat...and macarons were the treat of the day...I have attempted these once when my loving husband got me this cookbook and all of the tools necessary for making them, but Gabriella was about 6 months old and screamed most of the day if she wasn't being held...so maybe I will attempt them again when I have some free time...hahaha.  Should I even mention that they didn't turn out quite as professionally as I had hoped?  In the meantime...Whole Foods, though I LOVE that store and everything they make truly has nothing on Sucre in New Orleans.  It was where my love of macarons was born and there is nothing that will ever kill it, especially since they ship all over the country and I can have them whenever I want...okay, well not whenever or I wouldn't need to go get them at Whole Foods, but you get the point.

Anyway, back to my Friday night.  I think back on the times that I had the ability to go out whenever and wherever I wanted and I can honestly say that even though I am tired, so tired by the time Friday rolls around that all I can think about is going to bed early and even though my Saturday mornings are filled with early morning wake up calls and scrambled eggs for the millionth time that I wouldn't trade it for anything!  It's hard and there are so many times that I would rather stay in bed and drink coffee till 10 (that can't happen because the little boy in utero would object), but it is so fantastic being with my two favorite people every weekend and making breakfast and running around until nap time.  It's the best...and sometimes the worst, but it's my greatest gift.  So for now, I enjoy my pregnant Fridays...I'm not going to lie, the macarons helped tremendously today...as did the coffee...

maybe someday I will shoot for the 7 friday things...who knows...we might just get crazy up in here


Tuesday, April 1, 2014

32 weeks...

Today, I am really ready for this baby boy to be out of me... he hurts! He is the size of a head of lettuce... and I have to say that I feel like he's more like the size of a giant beach ball... cause that's what my stomach looks like. Normally I wouldn't opt for a serious blog... because there are many fun things I could blog about... But, those will wait for another day I suppose... today as I was thinking about baby boy Link being outside of me I had my momentary, hormonal pregnant moment that hits me every once in a while and I teared up looking at my sweet baby girl asleep next to me and thought that it would change her world so much more than I could imagine. I am so very excited to be able to give her a sibling but I know that it will be very different for her little world for me not being free for snuggles all day long, or coloring at the drop of a hat or picking her up constantly because she's a little spoiled :)


She just turned 18 months on Sunday and we celebrated by making her waffles, well, +Marty made the waffles and I ate them... he did a fantastic job! But that's besides the point... back to my hormonal pregnant point... I started thinking about HER birth... and the birth story that I never wrote down... it was probably on purpose that I never wrote it down... I started to many times and just could never finish. But now with another birth on the horizon I figure that I should write it down so I never confuse the two... can that happen?

Gabriella was born on a Sunday afternoon, after a looooonnng night of waiting. We were living in Baltimore but my hospital was in Annapolis, I don't think I have ever seen Marty so stressed out driving that 45 minute drive (but let's be honest, between my screeches of pain and the insane construction on 97 who can blame him??). He even called the State Patrol at one point... praise God we made it to the hospital at all! We called the friends and family and they staked out in the waiting room... looking back we should have let them all sleep... but the damn midwives told us at 8pm that we'd be parents by midnight... they lied. All night long they kept giving us 3 hour increments that our girl would be born in, finally at 8 am I told them to stop telling us when (note: don't get a pregnant girl's hopes up!). Things went south around that time though... Gabriella was a face presentation baby, and we knew that, but they were hoping that she would turn face down by herself. But around mid morning her heart rate dropped from 160 down to 70 and nothing would bring it back up... I will never forget (or maybe I will, hopefully I will) having a swarm of midwives and doctors in the room, talking like we weren't there about c-sections and possibly getting her out soon if nothing else worked... they decided to try putting me on oxygen to see if her heart rate came back up... I don't think I have ever been so scared in my entire life... for 40 weeks we had waited to meet this little person and there she was inside of me, trying to get out and she couldn't. Marty just looked at me and said "calm down, she needs you to calm down and breath." That's why husbands (especially mine) are the best. Not one doctor or midwife said that to me... and as soon as he said it, I snapped out of my own fear and concentrated on her. Slowly, slowly her heart rate came back up and we were 'back on track' to start pushing... now ladies, you know... pushing feels like eternity. I think I pushed for three days, but really they tell me that I only pushed for about 3 hours. I'm just saying... it felt longer! Because she was face presentation, she had a hard time coming out... hard for her, and hard for me... I remember at one point telling the midwife that she better get her out of me soon, and I didn't care how. Marty, who hated the midwives, said at this point they were sitting in a bed of daisies while waving incense around my hooha... I don't remember if they did or not... but finally after 20 hours of labor and 3 extra hours of pushing our little girl was here...

same open-mouth sleep as above

There's more, there's always more... but for now that's all I can think of... she was worth every single minute of labor. I think the women that tell you that you forget about the pain completely when you look at their sweet little face are either taking drugs or didn't actually go through labor. I look at her face and I remember the pain... but it's a pain that brought forth a beautiful new life... something that was honorable and life-changing. Gabriella Sophia Mariae Link came into the world on Sunday, September 30th at 12:36pm, weighing 8lbs, 8oz and was 20 inches long...

Today, 18 months later, Gabriella is a whooping 22lbs and 33 inches long... and our biggest joy to date...



So we're almost there... almost to 40 weeks and with lots of changes coming up in our lives I figured that I would just spend every second of these next 7 weeks and 5 days cherishing my life as it is...



Wednesday, March 26, 2014

my soapbox for today

There are only a few things that I really get on my soapbox about...well, probably more than a few, but I try to choose my battles wisely.  The other day we were in a bakery letting Gabriella pick out a cupcake before we headed home (I was getting my caffeine fix, and my wonderful husband never says no to me even when he should) for nap, yep, we bought our 17 month old a cupcake before nap time, parents of the year.  Marty suggested that maybe she would like red velvet and I said that I could only imagine how much artificial food dye was in that cupcake.  The guy behind the counter looked at me like I was an alien from another planet and was pretty darn rude for the rest of our short visit.  I was super annoyed all the way home, poor Marty has to put up with my hormonal pregnant rantings, about the ignorance of people.
Marty started to do a lot of research on vitamins and nutrition when we got married and let me tell you, the man takes more vitamins than anyone I know, but he knows his stuff.  When we found out we were having Gabriella we started doing even more research into diet and nutrition and the things we started learning really made us question how we eat.  We are really careful what we give Gabriella and what we put in our bodies but we try not to be preachy about it to anyone else.  The information is out there for people to educate themselves and we'll be more than happy to share that information but we also won't shove it down your throat.  That being said, this is my soapbox...how do people just not know anything about what they put in their bodies?!?!  Do they really think because they can buy it in the grocery store it is safe?  My mom wrote a paper in the 70's (the 70's people!!!) on the possibility that the presence of food dye in foods could be related to behavioral problems in children (she was cutting edge because it was proven later).  Some of these things are banned in Europe and other countries around the world.  Yet, here we are America (we're so smart) and we're shoving these things in our mouths like candy...oh wait, cause they are candy!  Here is a story that ran last year on Fox News about food that Americans eat.  From candy to bread, from fruit to mac and cheese our foods are loaded with artificial dyes; not to mention medicine is normally dyed also.  I know, I know...I'm getting a little crazed about this whole issue.  But it really steams me (though probably not nearly so much when I'm not pregnant) when people look at us like WE'RE the crazy ones for doing research on things before we give it to our precious child.  People (and I admit I am one of them) do research on the best carseat, stroller, sound machine, monitor, (okay, okay, I will steer away from the baby items), computers, coffee makers (this is the best one for regular coffee IMHO), etc, etc...but when it comes to food we really don't think much about it.  Or we haven't until now.  More and more companies are starting to produce more "dye free" products and bakeries are starting to leave chemicals out of breads and pastries, even using beet juice for red velvet cakes (who would have ever guessed???).
Here is where I will step down and say this: do your research before you look at us like we're a bunch of crunchy granola eating hippies that live on a farm in the middle of nowhere and are lunatics.  We certainly are not nearly perfect in what we eat, but we try to make a solid effort to be educated. People care so much about what their bodies look like on the outside, which is great. But what about the inside?? If we're created as temples of the holy Spirit we should make sure we're taking care of the whole picture. And stop looking at me like I'm crazy...even though I know I sound crazy right now...okay, crazy pregnant rant over.

Monday, March 24, 2014

The Cheerios I found in my bra...

Warning: this is a woe is me blog

Today started off really rough.  It all started at around 2:10 this morning when Gabriella woke up with a vengeance.  I can't say I blame her.  Her stomach was hurting and she wasn't doing a great job of holding herself together...who really does when their stomach hurts though?  So around 4:00am Marty came in and took over and I went back to sleep until around 6:30 when we switched it back up.  She was starting to feel better after two (gross) diapers and so I had some hope that meeting up with my girlfriend would happen after all...but poor girl was up and down all day so that never happened...but here's what did happen.  I was getting ready to run the necessary errands that had to be run and after getting Gabriella in some comfy yoga clothes (yes, my baby does yoga) I got ready for the day myself.  This is what I found...in my bra:

This was a little unnerving for me...how did they get there and how did I not notice??  Did Gabriella put them there?  Did they fall down there when I was eating cereal this morning?  I mean really, this is embarrassing...I have to say that one of the things I like the least about pregnancy is the growth to the chest area...I know some women love this aspect...not me...clearly things get stuck there that shouldn't get stuck!  But anyway, I suppose that's part of life...between not sleeping, having a baby kick me from the inside and a baby climbing on me from the outside Cheerios must just be floating all over the place.  I think Gabriella likes storing them in places so she can secretly snack later...
Another thing that contributed to my sad day in paradise was while I was out running errands I decided I deserved a latte for surviving the day on very little sleep.  So I went to Atwater's...you remember this place right?  The Peanut Butter Cup latte with sea salt?  Yes, my sister-in-law informed me that once again they were featuring this latte for the month of March!  God once again smiled on me...or so I thought...I went through the drive-thru and on the menu board it stated in lovely handwriting "Peanut Butter Cup Latte" so as I confidently ordered it, already imagining the taste, the man behind the mic stated very nonchalantly that the menu had changed and the latte of the month was now Mocha Nut (coconut).  My heart hurts telling this story.  But that's what I ordered and it's good, but it's no Peanut Butter Cup!  sigh sigh sigh...oh well.  I suppose I should get back to doing what Gabriella and I have been doing most of the day...
yep, this is it

and plan on making our dinner of plain rice and bananas..."think BRAT, AnnaMarie, think BRAT."  No, not my child...she isn't that at all...just a crabby baby...the diet that everyone and their mother (not mine though, thankfully) felt like they needed to tell me about today, as if I didn't know...thank you old ladies of Whole Foods for keeping me up to date on the latest in health revelations.  Okay, I know that was negative and they were only trying to help me...but hey, when you start off the day snuggling your crying baby and finding Cheerios in your bra...it might be okay to have a few negative thoughts...


Friday, March 21, 2014

and then I ate an entire gingerbread cake...

When I was pregnant with Gabriella let's just say that I gained more than the recommended amount of weight...I also retained a TON of water which was terrible.  Every time I went to the midwives they told me to 'slow down' on the weight gain.  This time around I told myself things would be different and I would work out religiously...however I wasn't factoring in the 'morning'/all day and all night sickness for the first 5 months and then I remembered that I have a toddler who is unpredictable and we had just moved in with my in-laws so Marty could go back to school to get his Google certification and their house is HUGE which means that Gabriella never stops. ever.  So by the time that I finished being 'sick' for 5 months...throw in a little stress with our living situation...I was a little less than motivated to go for a run.  But much to my surprise, I haven't gained as much weight so far as I thought I would have.  Maybe running around after said toddler has its benefits...also I suppose I don't have a Five Guys right down the road from me this time around...so that helps.
However I fully expected this week to be the week that the doctor told me to 'slow down' because...well...I ate an entire gingerbread cake by myself in about 5 days.  I made it thinking it would be a nice treat to have in the house.  Little did I know that Marty doesn't like gingerbread and low and behold neither does Gabriella.  So, being that there are only three people in the house...the burden fell to the one growing a child...and I accepted.  Though I really shouldn't have.  I walked into the doctor eyes closed to step on that scale and the nurse said 'oh wow' to which I cringed...but the words that followed made me think that my diet should probably just be gingerbread for the rest of the pregnancy.  One pound...really?????  I'll take it...though perhaps I shouldn't have celebrated that achievement by going to the Starry Night Bakery and buying two cupcakes...hey one was for Gabriella!
Anyway, I guess Gabriella found a way for me to burn more calories though...we pulled her wagon out of the barn and can I just say that pulling that wagon AND a 20lb Gabriella up a hill is a workout!

she really couldn't be much cuter...

Ever since we pulled the wagon out yesterday she won't play in the yard...she expects to be pulled everywhere...and she points at the leaves that she wants me to pick up for her to put in her wagon...yes, yes, I spoil her...however I like to think that maybe I am just getting more fit by submitting to her every whim.  
On a more serious note...I am excited to say that Marty is getting ready to take the final test for his certification and I have to say that once he's passed it we will all breath a huge sigh of relief...9 weeks before the baby comes.  We had intended to be out of his parents house well before they returned from FL but life always seems to throw curveballs when we really just need a nice slow underhand tossed our way.  But God has been good keeping us on our knees and trusting in His plan.  We are so close to moving forward with the next chapter of our lives and I just keep reminding myself that God's plans are so much better than our own and that wherever He wants us is where we will end up.  I guess now I should start prepping for little boy Link...
But on that note...maybe I'll go make myself another gingerbread cake...

Monday, March 17, 2014

Snow Days...

Really Maryland??  Again?  I am starting to feel like my relationship with you needs to end if you're going to tease me like this.  We had those three beautiful days of sun and wonderfulness and now this...

I was actually a little afraid to look outside this morning because (as Marty pointed out, this seems to happen every time I have a doctor's appointment) I was nervous that I was going to, once again, have to reschedule my OB appointment.  I think soon they are going to think that I am just making up that I live in the boondocks right now and quite literally cannot get out of the driveway unless I have help from above...or below whichever is warmer.  And it seems that snow days have a significantly different meaning when you have a toddler cooped up in the house all day who is, shall we say "energetic" Let's just say it's less than a desirable situation.

I have been meaning to blog every night after Gabriella went to sleep, but every night came and went...we even had fun things to blog about...but this lazy girl found other things to do.  Like laundry and sleeping...okay only part of that is lazy.

We had a fun day in Baltimore with my sister-in-law and niece over the weekend...enjoying the nice weather that teased us into thinking that we could be mobile again.  We went to the park and the field at Under Armour.  Of course, because it's me, there had to be food involved and since Erin, my sister-in-law loves peanut butter and chocolate as much as I do (yes, I've blogged about this love before) I decided to try a new (for me) recipe from the Brown Eyed Baker's blog for oatmeal peanut butter chocolate chip scones.  They turned out a little darker than I had wanted but they still tasted good...can you really go wrong with that flavor combo?  I think not.


 Soooo...back to the nice weather...see??  The proof is in the pictures!





Anyway...this weather is not okay with me...that's the point to this blog today...yes, there are many other things I could blog about...but today I will just complain about the weather and post a few cute pictures of my baby.  And maybe I will make more scones today, 'cause Lord knows I won't be getting weighed at my OB appointment today...

Saturday, March 8, 2014

Today might be the day I throw in the towel...

I had so many fun things to blog about the past couple of days, but did I?  No.  Instead you will get this post of a frustrated, sleep-deprived, pregnant mama.  How do they (the littles) always know when you have something you're looking forward to the next day?  It's like they know and they will thwart all of your attempts at a good night's sleep.  So let me recap my day yesterday (I promise that I will only give you some of the day):

5:45 - Gabriella wakes up and we put on some Winnie the Pooh so mom can wake up a little more slowly

6:20 - we head downstairs to make breakfast (and coffee...that's the most important part)

6:25 - put in the first load of laundry

6:35 - Gabriella eats all of her eggs and is ready to roll...

6:45 - we play, and play, and play (mostly with her tea set) while I get even more laundry done and the little angel even let me put all the dishes away from the night before

7:55 - head upstairs and put on more Pooh (yes, I am a bad mama but I needed to fold a laundry)

8:25 - back downstairs for more laundry and more coffee...

8:40 - finally get G dressed and set her free in our room to play so I can get ready to go

The rest of the day consisted of running errands, going to the University to meet with the student officers of the Catholic Students group (all with the angel, yes, she was an angel all day, napped for a bit in the car, smiled at everyone we saw, talked and talked and sang, it was wonderful...until we got back home...I had felt SO accomplished until we got home...

now, onto the rest of the evening:

4:45 - start making dinner which was leftover tomato soup (a variation of this recipe) from Ash Wednesday and grilled cheese

5:25 - sit down for dinner with a slightly whiny Gabriella (though I must say, she did a great job doing the Sign of the Cross for grace...but I'm not holding my breath on it being a habit yet)

5:32 - Gabriella starts screaming at the top of her lungs to get out of her chair

5:42 - Still crying, Marty tells her that she can't get out of her chair until she stops crying

5:43 - she stops (what!?!?!??!)

5:47 - Gabriella and Marty head upstairs to get ready for bed...she really needs her bed at this point!

6:03 - I meet them upstairs for bath time and snuggles in our bed...normally our favorite time...normally...

I'll spare you the rest...but I will say that her lung capacity and her stamina are fantastic...I think poor Marty was going to have a nervous breakdown because of screams of stubbornness.  He went into her to rub her back, tell her stories, sternly tell her she was fine and mommy and daddy were right around the corner...all to no avail...

And now our day has started waaaaay too early...(I wish my eyes could open that wide right now)


but at least there is coffee in the house and Winnie the Pooh on netflix and the knowledge that we are having dinner with Marty's wonderful cousins who are fantastic parents of 3 (almost 4) girls and I will be pumping them for information on how they handle the 'girl tantrums' that hopefully they have conquered.

In other exciting news (about food) I am making a hearty, sausage & kale soup for dinner tonight as well as these Brazilian Cheese Rolls (they're even gluten free if that's what floats your boat)


If you do anything today that involves baking, I highly recommend these rolls...you can find tapioca flour in most local grocery stores and these are seriously the easiest rolls that you will get LOADS of compliments on.  I first had these rolls at Marty's favorite restaurant Fogo de Chao and literally could eat them every day so I was thrilled when I found the recipe!  You won't regret trying these.

Well, I suppose it's time to get moving...

Wednesday, March 5, 2014

Ashes, ashes we all fall down...

Ah, Ash Wednesday, as with everything else, Lent takes on a whole different meaning when kiddos come into the picture.  It's a hard, beautiful thing to watch your faith mature in different ways as your Vocation grows.  Marty mentioned as we were driving to Mass on Sunday that he never used to be late before he had Gabriella.  I didn't either for that matter...and we try really hard to make it to Mass on time, but there are days...oh there are days.  You know those days.  Things change with children...gone are the days of blissful silence during Mass (I really would love to know how all those homeschool mamas who go to daily Mass with their seven kids do it...no really, if you are one...please help me).

So as I climbed into bed last night thinking "what am I going to give up for Lent," it hit me that this year I think instead of giving something up I just needed to add something...and I thought, "really, God...where can I add anything in my day?"  But I can; I know there are times that I am cuddled in bed with my napping little girl and browsing Facebook that I could be reading Scripture.  No, I'm not being preachy saying we all should do this...but for me it makes sense.  I think this year...especially since I already had to give up drinking wine and eating yummy sushi and drinking copious amounts of coffee (babies in utero are demanding!) that instead of adding to that list of giving up, I will just add to my list of 'to do.' That's just me...that's my Lenten thought for this fine Ash Wednesday.

On to Gabriella...Gabriella isn't a great sleeper and she never has been (how I envy all of you who have good sleepers, but I suppose this is payback for all the years I didn't sleep for my mom). I google questions like "why won't my baby sleep?" or "how can I get my toddler to sleep longer?" and so on and so forth...and no matter how many times I google this...the same answers come back again and again.  So maybe I just need to stop asking google and just accept my little lady isn't a huge sleeper...clearly there is too much needing to be explored.  I think this winter has killed us too though...normally I would say we'd just go outside and burn some of that boundless energy off but with the polar vortex (what the crap does that even mean?!?!) and the insane snowfall amounts, I am hesitant to venture out...especially since the little princess isn't a fan of snow.  So winter, please leave us soon...the closer we get to the little man's arrival the more nervous I get that I will never sleep again...
at least she's cute when she wakes up...that's a plus

So while she is napping, instead of being smart and napping too...I am taking advantage of learning about importing blogs...this blog is my first attempt at being normal...haha, every other time I've blogged I have done it for work.  So this time, my work is more...shall we say "entertaining" and it's not just going on the church website...lots to learn...so I am stalking some other blogs to get ideas etc and hopefully, hopefully this shall be a success...but since it's Ash Wednesday and I was just saying I need to pray while she sleeps...I think I'll come back to the learning later. 


Tuesday, March 4, 2014

My recent coffee fix

so this blog is a long (okay 5 or 6 days) time coming...

Thank you Erin Link for introducing me to my latest addiction...the Peanut Butter Cup latte with Himalayan Sea Salt sprinkled on top from Atwater's.  Too bad it was a monthly drink and is now gone forever.  It all started with a picture of the description of the drink in a text from my sister-in-law and her stating that we needed to try it out before the end of the month, let me tell you that Erin and I are both pregnant (due a month apart with boys) and we take our coffee allowance very seriously.  It's no joke...we seek out the good stuff.  So Erin found this latte while she was working one day and since we both love peanut butter it was a no brainer.  Then all of a sudden it was the 27th of February...and this poses a problem in the month of February.  So I loaded Gabriella into her carseat and took off for the 35 minute drive to meet up with Erin during her lunch break...desperate times people, desperate times...

I suppose in hindsight I didn't really need the second one that I ordered to go and drank when I got home; and I suppose that it's a good thing I didn't try the drink until the end of the month because my already big pregnant belly would have just been out of control.  Ah, self-control...where did you go when I was ordering that latte?  But it was fantastic...I will be dreaming of that latte for many months to come.

In other news, my cup holder in that picture also is my recipe book and I made that paella recipe...I HIGHLY recommend it to anyone who likes food.  It's a staple in our house...Marty and Gabriella are both a little on the, how shall we say...opinionated side of food choices (aka SUPER picky) and they love it!  So with all the veggies and protein (okay and yummy sausage) it's not only a huge hit but it"s also fairly healthy...and who isn't on that bandwagon these days?


Monday, January 27, 2014

Teething troubles...

Teething is one of those things that some parents get and some parents don't. It's a fine line when you're talking to other parents sbout this too because 'bad' for one baby might be a cake-walk for another. Well, for Gabriella it has been a nightmare. Lots of sleepless nights that turn into sleepy mornings and lots of crying and pulling at her lips and gums. It is the hardest thing to know you can't do anything for them but pray it's over soon.  I think one of the hardest things too as a parent is explaining to friends and other young parents time after time that G's not sleeping great because of her teeth or G's in a terrible mood because of her teeth. It seems to my ears that I am a broken record. She has 4 more teeth before (hopefully) we get a break until her 2 year molars come in. But who knows...
On another note, I would like to blame my lack of getting ready in the morning on G's teething woes; however I think that maybe I have just gotten a little lazy this pregnancy between 1st trimester puking and moving in with the inlaws and 2nd trimester freaking cold weather forcing us to stay inside waaaayyy too much. But this week I have a little bit more of a plan, I plan on at the very least putting mascara on everyday and starting to organize myself a little better so my time isn't wasted while Gabriella naps...which she is doing right now, so I am going to put on my mascara...

Wednesday, January 22, 2014

Cold Snap

Marty always jokes that when we first started dating (the year of Snowmageddon - if you live on the East Coast you know what I mean), we got snowed in together and I went a little stir-crazy.  Being from CO we don't get "snowed in"…within a day we will be able to get out…but the East Coast is oh so different.  Here people get snowed in for days and everything shuts down and the grocery stores have empty shelves.  It's strange, but it's the North East…I've learned to deal with it.  So anyway, back to the point…it snowed yesterday…all day.  And here we are, snowed in, sort of.  Marty walked out to the road where he parked the car, but G and I had to stay inside because it was -11 wind chill.
So what did I do?  I made cookies…my darn sister-in-law (who I love) sent me a link to a recipe that looked wonderful…again, darn her!  I made them but Marty didn't like them…so now I have a dozen huge cookies and only me to eat them.  This is a tough situation to be in because I can't even leave the house to get away from temptation.  I suppose I will eat them all…I can't let them be wasted… but I blame my sister-in-law 100%!
Marty also, aside from aiding in my weight gain from his lack of a sweet tooth, has brought down the iron fist since we've been snowed in with G.  He is terrified to let her run through the house in fear that she will slip, fall and need stitches…he has ALWAYS been paranoid about his little princess and he isn't sorry about that fact one bit.  But this is a little crazy now…she can't play outside, she is an energizer bunny and I NEED her to be tired…otherwise, I'm tired.  And pregnant.  And slightly caffeine deprived because of the prior statement.  It's tough…I understand the fear of her falling…this house is a scary place for children, however the girl needs to burn off some of her energy or at least share some of it with me.
Hopefully if she shares then I can run around the house and burn off some of these cookies...

Wednesday, January 15, 2014

I spend way too much time on Pinterest

I would not normally say this because I spend most of my day racing around the house after the 15 month old energizer bunny that we call our daughter, but today I was feeling out of touch with Pinterest…yes, my relationship needs to be nourished and ever since I stopped breastfeeding my 'pinning' has decreased drastically.  So today for the 30 minutes that Gabriella decided to nap for I sat on my phoning pinning away.  I was so encouraged and inspired that I decided to try out one of the said pins.  It was a peanut butter chocolate chip brownie.  Let me just say that it was not the gooey indulgence that I had in mind, not necessarily because of the recipe but because I was already in deep before I realized that the only flour that I had in my pantry was whole wheat (the reason for that is my attempt at being healthy lasted one recipe before realizing that whole wheat flour is not good in yummy baking) and so that's what had to go in.  So what did I do?  Right after bath and bed time I got right back on Pinterest to find new peanut butter chocolate chip recipes.  Yep, lesson not learned…I will keep pinning recipes that are bad for me and exercises that will help me curb the effects of the recipes...

Saturday, January 11, 2014

Some Things I've Learned

The title of this blog is slightly deceiving, my baby doesn't really sleep…otherwise I would totally let her!  But I titled my blog with the hopes that SOMEDAY I will be able to say it.
Another year down in the books.  I used to be really great at blogging, then something happened…I got married.  This shouldn't have stopped the blogging process, rather it should have enhanced it seeing that I was learning so much about being a wife.  No, the thing that really stopped the blogging was finding out we were having a baby.  Yep, that stopped the blogging.  I saw all these great moms blogging AND being moms and I was in awe.  I had my hands full, I should say I HAVE my hands full.  We, Marty and I, have been married a little over two years now and we have a beautiful 15 month old baby girl, and one on the way.  Life is about to get crazy all over again.  But this time I think I am ready to start documenting my life a little better…why?  Not so a lot of people will read it, but rather so I can read it and hopefully laugh later on down the road…
January has been an exciting month already and we're really not all that far into it.  Last night, Marty and I were sitting on our bed chatting before we put Gabriella to bed and she was playing on our floor when all of a sudden I smelled the unmistakable smell of Vicks VapoRub, I say unmistakable because for the last month I have had a cold of some sort or another so the Vicks has held vigil for me on the nightstand.  I turned to the floor to see Gabriella had twisted off the cap and was licking some off of her fingers…did I call poison control?  You bet!  Immediately I called them and they did a terrific job of making me feel terrible for not realizing that she could unscrew the cap…come on, seriously?  I have read a LOT about development and everything I read said that around 2.5 she would be able to screw and unscrew caps…well, lesson learned here…never a dull moment with this crazy kid.  I think she actually liked the taste of it…

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