The reinstatement of Spinach eggs

Ahhh....my old trick to get my kids to eat vegetables is back. This time it's working it's magic on a pretty little princess named Frannie who does not like veggies, except for an odd infatuation with tomatoes, which are technically a fruit anyway. This came as a great shock after Jed's disgust with the things. I couldn't believe a kid would eat a raw tomato because the mere thought of one would make him shiver with sickness. I can only thank the spinach egg for making him desire broccoli over french fries-which he won't touch with a ten foot pole.

If it was good enough for my Grandma

It seems like every week or so I have to make a whole new commitment to being a good mommy. I find that it always works for the first few days...day...hours...but I find it is something I want to do/be so badly. I just want the simple life. Sometimes I feel I was reallly born in the wrong time...or place. When I go to the Mormon thrift store, I am jealous of the way they dress and are just living their lives apart from what the world thinks is cool. The Amish too. I want to wear a cute bonnet. But I want everyone to also. Not just me. Maybe it's just that I'm not destined for this world, but one that awaits me. It makes me happy when I think of it that way, and helps me to detatch myself from the things of this world. I love to be in the country. We got to go to a big pumpkin patch on thursday, and it was so wonderful. We each picked out a pumpkin (the smallest being for Frannie of course, and the ginormous one being for big papa Curt). I had to convince Jed that he really wanted one with a stem because they were so much better, and he'd better be careful not to break it off. We haven't stuck the knife to any of them yet, but I am very excited. It's been a long time since I've carved a pumpkin. I always remember it as a special time. After we carved, we would go out back and put them on the green wood sandbox lid, and light the candles inside. I of course, wearing my Holly Hobbie nightgown and a sweater of some sort-maybe a red hoodie. I know there's a picture somewhere. I want my kids' memories to be like that. It's so wierd, because I remember what fun I had, and I want them to have the same kind of memories. I was talking with Scott the other day, about how when you're a kid everything seems so great and big. Then when you become the parent, you just want it to be as wonderful for your kids, but because you are now the adult, it never seems quite as good. Though I am sure that they think it's the best thing ever... scaling a haybale pyramid, and running as fast as you can to find the best pumpkin...and, "oh mamma, mamma....look at the little weenie pumpkins....we should get one of those for Winnie!"

Five things that make me happy this morning

1. Autumn decor, and the fact it might just be here for good. (the weather, not the decor)

2. Realizing someone was listening and took my advice when I thought they couldn't care less.

3. The scale NOT going to the right, and maybe even a smidge to the left.

4. The laughing babies.

5. Jed spending the WHOLE night in his own bed.

The Girl Who Wouldn't Eat

I'm sure a few of you have heard this story. Maybe several times already, but maybe if I write it, I'll get it out of my system. It's the story of a little girl named Winnie, who decided that she didn't want to eat food anymore. She mainly ate babyfood, but suddenly it was strongly rejected - along with any other sort of nourishment coming near her mouth, with the exception of breastmilk. This thoroughly distressed her mother, whom despite advice that it was 'normal' was sure something was severly wrong with her child. Her poop was practiclyturning back to that of a newborn! Winnie's brother had eaten babyfood until he was almost two! The mother's stress levels did not subside until a week later at her daughter's first birthday party, when a friend advised that both of her own children could be filled up by a kernel or two of corn. The mother felt much relief and decided to offer food to her child, and if it was refused to get on with her very hectic schedule. The following day as she was eating leftover potato salad from the party, the mother offered some to her daughter. Suprise! It was eaten willingly, and from that moment on, Winnie ate happily ever after. Chow down she did-chilli, pumpkin coconut soup, you name it, just not baby food. Her mother also discovered a few days later that Winnie had three new emersions in her mouth, one being a molar, which may have been a factor in this multiplication problem. Click here to see the chow down queen in action.

Here I am!

That was just rediculous! Totally not my fault. AT&T is just a eeny weeny bit slow when it comes to getting you 'connected.' I've been sitting around finding other ways to occupy myself. Mainly reading in between tearing Jed off of Eowyn, planning birthday parties, trying to figure out where exactly I am on the face of this planet, (yes, I spent my first day in our new apartment not even venturing outside, eating all we had in the house-bannana baby cookies, tortillas, and mac n' cheese, because I was too scared to go out-seriously!), and mapping out every thrift store in the near vicinity-there are many! Oh the joys. I have alot of blog reading to do because I have no clue what is going on in everyone's life. (As I say this, I think of Nay-Lo.) Anyways, just so you know, I'm back in business, and didn't just ditch out.