Wednesday, January 26, 2011


So there are really too many milestones for a toddler between 12 and 20 months.  It is so amusing to see a baby become a toddler and personalities emerge and develop.

Skyley is the happiest toddler in the world.  And the most stubborn too.  She loves babies, little baby animals, and stuffed animals.  My daughter knows how to make people laugh and just on the spot love her.  I have never heard my mom laugh as much as when she is hanging out with Skyley.

She is friendly (when not tired) and thinks she is the most delightful thing on this earth (and that is actually true). 

We absolutely love having her in our family!!!

Friday, January 14, 2011

Boxes are Fun

If you're looking for a birthday present for a toddler, or a grandma, you might consider a box.  On second thought, it's probably only appropriate for both together.  I imagine for either one of them alone (especially the grandma) it probably wouldn't be that cool.  I submit the evidence.

1) It's fun for the toddler to get pushed around in and it's fun for grandmas to push the toddler around in.

2) The box encloses the toddler nicely so one can more easily take pictures.

3) Finally, when the toddler gets sick of being pushed, the toddler likes to push around the box.  (It's blurry because she was going unusually fast).

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Apple Pie w/o the Oven

I have been reading a stockpile about raw food and a lot of Raw Food books.  Saw some pie recipes and was intrigued.  Since it is Winter and I love apples I decided to try a Raw apple pie.  And I am gleefully surprised. 

Apple Raspberry Pie Recipe ( raw)
Crust:2 cups pecans
1 cup walnuts
¾ cup pitted and packed, medjool dates

1. In a food processor, combine all ingredients until they become crumbly. Press half of the mixture into a 9” pie plate.
Filling:2 cups raspberries
6 medium sized apples, separated
½ cup pitted and packed, medjool dates
¼ cup raisins
2 tsp cinnamon

1. Sprinkle the raspberries over the pie crust.2. Peel and core all apples.
3. In a food processor, puree 2 of the apples, and remaining ingredients, until smooth. Pour this mixture into a bowl.
4. Chop the other 4 apples into large chunks and then process into small chunks in a food processor, making sure NOT to puree it into applesauce! Add to the puree.
5. Spread this filling into the pie crust.

6. Top with the remaining pie crust, sprinkling it over the tip like crumble.

Random thoughts-
*******Is a Raw Food Cookbook a "cookbook?"*****

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

Tales from the Restroom

It exists no secret that I will talk about bodily functions whenever I get the chance.  I've been changing diapers non-stop for 20 months now and have a daughter who goes a nothing is off topic for me.

So, with that, I thought I'd copy and paste a hilarious email that my friend Rosalie sent me today.  I rarely crack up when I see things, but this had me in stitches.  Hope it makes your day, too. :-)

A 3-year-old tells all from his mother's restroom stall.
By Shannon Popkin

My little guy, Cade, is quite a talker. He loves to communicate and does it quite well. He talks to people constantly, whether we're in the library, the grocery store or at a drive-thru window. People often comment on how clearly he speaks for a just-turned-3-year-old. And you never have to ask him to turn up the volume. It's always fully cranked. There've been several embarrassing times that I've wished the meaning of his words would have been masked by a not-so-audible voice, but never have I wished this more than last week at Costco.

Halfway, through our shopping trip, nature called, so I took Cade with me into the restroom. If you'd been one of the ladies in the restroom that evening, this is what you would have heard coming from the second to the last stall:

"Mommy, are you gonna go potty? Oh! Why are you putting toiwet paper on the potty, Mommy? Oh! You gonna sit down on DA toiwet paper now? Mommy, what are you doing? Mommy, are you gonna go stinkies on the potty?" At this point I started mentally counting how many women had been in the bathroom when I walked in. Several stalls were full ... 4? 5? Maybe we could wait until they all left before I had to make my debut out of this stall and reveal my identity.

Cade continued, "Mommy, you ARE going stinkies aren't you? Oh, dats a good girl, Mommy! Are you gonna get some candy for going stinkies on the potty? Let me see doze stinkies, Mommy! Oh .. Mommy! I'm trying to see in dere. Oh! I see dem. Dat is a very good girl, Mommy. You are gonna get some candy!"

I heard a few faint chuckles coming from the stalls on either side of me. Where is a screaming new born when you need her? Good grief. This was really getting embarrassing. I was definitely waiting a long time before exiting.

Trying to divert him, I said, "Why don't you look in Mommy's purse and see if you can find some candy We'll both have some!" "No, I'm trying to see doze more stinkies. Oh! Mommy!" He started to gag at this point. "Uh oh, Mommy. I fink I'm gonna frow up. Mommy, doze stinkies are making me frow up!! Dat is so gross!!"

As the gags became louder, so did the chuckles outside my stall. I quickly flushed the toilet in hopes of changing the subject. I began to reason with myself: OK. There are four other toilets. If I count four flushes, I can be reasonably assured that those who overheard this embarrassing monologue will be long gone.

"Mommy! Would you get off the potty, now? I want you to be done going stinkies! Get up! Get up!" He grunted as he tried to pull me off. Now I could hear full-blown laughter. I bent down to count the feet outside my door. "Oh, are you wooking under dere, Mommy? You wooking under DA door? What were you wooking at, Mommy? You wooking at the wady's feet?"

More laughter.I stood inside the locked door and tried to assess the situation. "Mommy, it's time to wash our hands, now. We have to go out now, Mommy." He started pounding on the door. "Mommy, don't you want to wash your hands? I want to go out!!"

I saw that my "wait 'em out" plan was unraveling. I sheepishly opened the door, and found standing outside my stall, twenty to thirty ladies crowded around the stall, all smiling and starting to applaud. My first thought was complete embarrassment, then I thought, "Where's the fine print on the 'motherhood contract' where I signed away every bit of my dignity and privacy?" But as my little boy gave me a big, cheeky grin while he rubbed bubbly soap between his chubby little hands, I thought, I'd sign it all away again, just to be known as Mommy to this little fellow.

(Shannon Popkin is a freelance writer and mother of three. She lives with her family in Grand Rapids , Michigan , where she no longer uses public restrooms)