5/14/15

eleven

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At eleven months old Jude...
- loves climbing on furniture
- loves trying new foods
- refuses to hold his own bottle or put food in his own mouth ... Any tips?
- crawls in and out of tiny spaces and likes to spend time under chairs or benches
- claps his hands for yay - waves hello and goodbye - makes a sucking motion with his mouth when he wants to eat - shakes his head from side to side when he is done with something - points at everything
- loves playing with those toy cars that you pull backwards to make go ... we were was amazed how quickly he figured that out
- sleeps through the night (most nights)
- has four teeth
- is incredibly determined
- loves carrying around medicine dispensers
- babbles during car rides
- hates practicing to walk but likes walking around the perimeter of furniture on his own
- is completely aware of all his surroundings + everything that is going on around him. Loves studying things for long periods of time
- likes to stick his fingers through any hole he can find
- never stops moving
- is extremely loved 

5/10/15

Happy Mother's Day

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When I think back to when I was a child, I have a few very distinct memories that come to mind. I remember the the first time I had a cherry Jolly Rancher and how I thought it tasted just like Christmas. I remember the smell of my my dad's iced tea he drank when he came in from mowing the lawn. I remember my mom sticking my blanket in the freezer on hot days before bedtime and loving how the silk edges felt cool on my face. I remember watching specks of dust float off my curtains during nap time and thinking they must be magic. I remember, in our bath, there was this milky green conditioner and how it looked just like frosting. I tasted it one day when my mother wasn't watching ... it tasted nothing like frosting.

I often wonder what kind of memories Jude will have of his childhood when he's all grown and big. I hope more than anything else he remembers he was extremely loved. He has made me one happy Mama and I feel so lucky and grateful to call him mine.

I want to wish all you mamas the happiest Mother's Day ... especially to all our mothers/mother-figures. Jude, Camden, Kramer, and I love you all.  

4/29/15

simple + delicious

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My mom came over the other night to help me with some "crucial" design decisions ... life or death type decisions ... like do my couch's legs need to be two inches taller? Anyway, she brought over dinner, like moms love to do, and I was surprised to learn how extremely simple her meal really was.   Camden and I made it again the other night ... It was just as good as I had remembered it. I'm at a loss for a super clever name to call this dish at the moment so let's just call it what it is: pesto basil pasta with shrimp and asparagus. Recipe below :)

You will need: 
corkscrew pasta
raw shrimp (without shells and veins)
asparagus
Buitoni pesto with basil sauce  
extra virgin olive oil
butter
reduced balsamic vinegar 
salt and pepper

Place oven on broil setting.
On a baking pan, place desired amount of shrimp (so each person can have about 7-10 in their bowl). Brush with melted butter and sprinkle with salt and pepper. Broil shrimp about four inches away form the heat source for about 4-5 minutes. Set aside. 

Bring water for pasta to a boil. Add a little extra virgin olive oil and a few pinches of salt. Boil desired amount of pasta for about 7 minutes or until al dente. Drain pasta water and return to pot. 

While cooking pasta, place asparagus on baking sheet, drizzle with extra virgin olive oil, and sprinkle with salt and pepper. Broil asparagus for about 7 minutes. Remove from oven and drizzle reduced balsamic over top. 

Combine; pasta, shrimp, and Buitoni pesto sauce. Season with salt and pepper as needed. Serve in a bowl topped with asparagus. 

4/26/15

and then he said "mama"

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These photos are great representations of the difference between our morning energy levels. He wakes up bright and early ready to get his move on, I wake up ready to sit in a heap until I can muster up some sort of movement. Jude prefers to spend his mornings, climbing in and out of things, standing up and down, crashing toy cars, banging his maraca while crawling back and forth on the hardwood floors ... I however, a little bit slower moving, prefer to lazily make breakfast, lay in bed, sleep. So every morning when I hear the waking babbles of my Juder-bug at the modest hour of 6:00 a.m., I'll quietly lay in bed with the smallest of hopes that he will again be quiet and find sleep once more even if just for fifteen minutes longer . This morning was different, however. Yes, it was still very early and yes, I did still awake to the sweet morning coos of the baby Jude. But this morning, he distinctly called out "mama?" "mmmmm." "mamamamama?". A first word! And a "mama" at that! This morning his "mama" gave me all the energy I could ever need plus more.