Edible Play Dough

Reading through a cookbook (a hobby of mine), I found a recipe for edible play dough. I know Guy is too young to do play dough (the real stuff), but I decided to give this a shot. It's a simple recipe made up of creamy peanut butter, powdered milk, flour, and powdered sugar.

I made it while Guy was napping on Sunday. When he got up, we played. It's been a long time, and my creative juices weren't flowing. To start off, I gave Guy a ball I shaped (pretty decent sized), and he immediately ate about 1/2 of it. Yum.Then Dad came to help--making this little man.Obviously Guy had no problem pretending to be a dinosaur and eating a man. Dad then made this, and told him it was a horse. Remember how Guy loves horses? Well, he was done eating. Even after Dad told him it was a dinosaur, Guy still wouldn't eat it.

Next time I think I'll dye some/all of it.

Here's the recipe:

1 1/2 c. creamy peanut butter

3/4 c. dry nonfat milk

1/2 c. flour

3/4 c. powdered sugar

Mix peanut butter and dry milk together. Stir in flour and powdered sugar.

Enjoy!

Our Cowboy

I wanted Guy to be Zorro for Halloween (fitting, right?), but nobody makes that distinctive round hat in his little size. So, another year . . .
Rob found the above photo online, and we liked it, but decided to make a few motifications. Right now Guy's favorite animal is a horse. So, I whipped out my paper mache skills--in second grade I won 2nd place and $25 to an art store for making a paper mache squid. These skills haven't been honed since then, but I think my horse head turned out okay (free handing it). It took a lot of work, and I've now decided it's going to be Guy's costume for the next 10 years. I don't think I'll ever spend so much time on a costume for a one year old again, but it did work out well and he had a good time. The morning he saw it all put together, he couldn't stop neighing.

Oh, and I had the extra jeans and fake boots for him too, but the costume just got too heavy for him, so maybe another year. Really, it won't be his costume for years on end, but I will reuse it--whenever it is that we move next, the horse head is coming, we'll just make it a new box. :)

Best Apple Crisp Ever

I'm not a pie fan--I don't like pastry crusts. I know, I know, I'm weird. Rob reminds me of that every time he gets to eat pie somewhere else. Fortunately, he's even pleased when I do something with a graham cracker or Oreo crust.

My favorite fall dessert is apple crisp. I've enjoyed it for years, but it really became my favorite after my sister-in-law, Sara, introduced me to a new version. Hers calls for a little butterscotch pudding in the topping--that caramelizes into the apples. Yum!

I like mine extra "crispy," so I actually do 2 toppings for apple crisp now. I tried putting the 2 topping recipes together, but one calls for melted margarine/butter and the other calls for softened margarine/butter. After experimenting, I've decided it's best to do both separately.

In a 9x13 pan mix the following:
8 cups peeled, sliced apples (if you make lots of apple stuff, this is a must)
1 cup packed brown sugar
2 T flour
1/2 cup milk
1 cup water

Topping 1:
1 1/3 cup flour
1 cup oats
1/2 cup sugar
1 c margarine, melted
1 tsp salt
2 tsp cinnamon
2 packages butterscotch pudding (cook 'n serve)

Topping 2:
1 cup flour
1 cup brown sugar
1 cup oats
1/2 cup butter
1 tsp cinnamon
dash of nutmeg

Bake at 350 for 45-50 min.

I know, it's a little bit labor intensive because of the 2 toppings, but it IS worth it. It's fabulous!

Notes:
I use a pastry blender to mix the toppings
Pudding topping goes on first, then the other crispy one on top
I actually never measure the apples, I just fill the pan up with apples and mix the other ingredients in
You're welcome to borrow my apple corer/slicer/peeler tool :)

Pumpkin Patch

Saturday was a busy busy day, and we didn't even go Trick or Treating. We did, however, visit a pumpkin patch and then buy a new car. Yea! It's actually a nice looking Chevy S10 SS truck. Rob found it on KSL so we are now a two car and one motorcycle family. Yea for that second car in the winter, what a difference it will make. More costumes photos to come later. . .

Yesterday

I was at Savers thrift store with Guy. Walking through the aisle of clothes Guy's size, he had been jabbering for quite a while. After one particularly long and completely unintelligible string of rambling, I said to him, "Okay--even though I don't have a clue what you just said. Okay." Then, a sales clerk, who had been working in the aisle the whole time we were there turned and asked, "Does he speak English and Spanish?" I said, "Nope, just English."

Her response: "Good."

?!?!?!

What a move!

Things are going pretty well in our new place. I'm so grateful for the space, for the added lunches it gives us with Rob, and that we are able to use all our stuff that has been in storage for the past 2+ years (though I am surprised how much we seem to be missing).

But holy cow, even though it was only 20 min away, moving is hard. And I'm not talking about the physical strain (most of which I couldn't do). Getting settled in, finding a routine, and making new friends takes energy and time. On top of being 22 weeks pregnant with a 20 month old that now climbs out of bed and mostly refuses to take naps (when he was recently still taking 2 naps a day), I'm struggling with allergies, migraine headaches, and other pregnancy discomforts.

Moving 5 days before your birthday just isn't fun either--just in case anyone was wondering. I know birthdays are over-rated, but it's still just a strain.

A few kind people from church have introduced themselves, but overall, we really don't know many people (and we're both trying, I promise). Yesterday capped off a difficult and exhausting three hour block when my visiting teaching supervisor came up after sacrament meeting (why that's last, I'll never know--so hard on kids!), introduced herself, and gave me my list of 5 sisters to visit--with a companion who just had a new baby within the last couple of weeks (icing on the cake, right?).

The RS Presidency has literally not spoken one word to me--I don't even know any of their names. I'm frustrated that they don't have a clue who I am or how I'm doing but apparently showing up at church one week warrants the longest visiting teaching route I've ever seen in my life (not an exaggeration).

So, now that I'm done venting, how's your Monday?

Our Latest News

Yesterday I hit 20 weeks-fun to hit 1/2 way on my birthday. :) Today we got the 20 week ultrasound. And this baby's a mover--kicking like crazy while we were looking.

Guy's been coming up and kissing my belly a lot, especially today. He holds his hands out (reaching for my belly), but when I tell him the baby isn't ready to be held yet, he leans in for a kiss or two. My stomach isn't even that big yet (photo to be taken soon), he just knows it's there because we ask him where the baby is. He's going to be a great big brother.

It's been a busy week--last Friday we moved into our own place (finally). Yea! The move-in and transition for Guy has been easier than I thought it would be. Today Guy learned how to climb out of bed AND open the front door, all in about 5 minutes.

Never a dull moment. Wow.

My new favorite

I mean the photo. But also, Rob surprised me with a new lens. It came on Monday and I started snapping away. Good thing that last week I deleted about 10 gig of photos off our computer. Need more room. This new lens is a portrait lens and it was pretty inexpensive. I'm really enjoy benefiting from all the research that Rob does on camera equipment (especially from this surprise buy). Isn't he great? :)

Some Catch Up

I love these guys. Because Rob works so hard (and so late T-Th), we don't get much daylight playtime outside all together. But when we do, Guy really wears Rob out. I'm not sure who sleeps best on those nights. Here he's wresting with Dad (as Dad's multi-tasking-taking the photo)

Running around, just happy.

Shooting hoops--and he even makes some of them. But this one is up cause it looks like he's hanging from the net.Guy loves to come up from behind and give me a hug. He sometimes does it a few times a day. It's one of my favorite things that he does.He loves being thrown in the air, too. It seems like more and more often there are games/activities that are classified as "Daddy things." It seems that Guy is starting to understand that, and taking full advantage of the time he gets to play these games.A couple of weekends ago Rob and I spent Friday night downtown in a hotel. My parents watched Guy Friday night, and Eden had him Saturday until we came home (thanks, again). It was nice to relax and spend some time together. Ironically, I went to bed and woke up earlier than usual, but it was still refreshing. Walking around downtown (after getting caught in some rain), we saw these rainbows. The second one, to the right, is faint, but it's there.

And this last one is for Rob's mom--this little red jacket was one that Rob wore growing up. Also, though, it's his current usual pose when I ask him to smile. Not so much a smile, but a cute head tilt. At least I caught him this time before he closed his eyes.

Oh . . . and the latest good news--though I'm still getting a little morning sickness almost daily (sad at 17 weeks), it IS getting better, not lasting most of the day. Hopefully it'll be gone soon enough. . .

Lately I've learned that . . .

Magazines are best kept out of reach of the pack n' play.

Even some good treats take convincing to try.

Dry erase marker comes off the wall with the dry erase marker spray (more effectively than hairspray, rubbing alcohol, and a few other attempted remedies), thankfully!

And, sometimes when you tell a kid to smile it's just awkwardly funny.

Maybe this one is a girl . . .

????

I've pretty much been struggling since June--lots and lots of headaches, and well, an upset stomach for weeks now. Last pregnancy it just wasn't this bad. I know I had my moments, but it just wasn't this bad.

Food never sounds good, I just have to eat sometimes or I feel worse. I've discovered the comfort of shaved ice with juice concentrate as a topping in the past few days and that's been a treat I treasure.

I'm 12 or 13 weeks along, so at least I know the discomfort will surely end in February (within a week of Guy's second birthday-Feb 7), and that I get one more live in camera subject out of the deal. :)

And really, I AM excited--it'd be fun to have another boy so he can pal around with Guy, and the fact that we have all boy stuff already makes that idea very appealing, as well. If it's a girl, I'll be excited to do ribbons and bows, and all the lacy stuff I've really never even looked at much in stores. I'll even pull my sewing machine out for that stuff, and I'd love it.

Rob's a great dad, and Guy will be a loving older brother--he's already baby hungry, for months, he's been holding out his arms, trying to hold every baby that he sees, and if he sees a crying baby, it's worse--tears stream down his cheeks as he reaches for him/her, he wants to help so badly.

I know in some ways, the discomfort will get worse (as I get bigger)--I just hope the morning sickness (that has lasted all day for me) stops soon. Regardless, I am grateful--it's an amazing blessing that we get to increase our family with another one of God's children, and being the woman that gets to carry the child is a pretty special experience, too.

I certainly feel tremendously blessed.