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Nap Time Bread & A Snowy Playlot

I've been experimenting with cornbread recipes during Harper's nap time.  In California, the recipe form the back of Alber's cornmeal made the best cornbread ever, in my mind.  In every other state I have ever lived it does not work.  Here on the east coast, it is disastrous.  This recipe came close...

We went to the park this morning.  It was all of 33 degrees, which sounded like a party to me.  After ten minutes, Harper was like, "Too cold!  Too Cold!  MY HANDS!!!"  She was so cheerful to be indoors the rest of the day, it was well worth it.  Sometimes, especially in the winter, there is nothing like a little misery to make you very very happy.

Picture Day & Etsy Finds

Harper's 2nd birthday is sort of exactly one month from today!  You see, she was born on Leap Year, so her first birthday is one month and two years from today.

Q:  When do you celebrate her birthday?

A:  I have no idea.  This year, though, we are celebrating it two weeks early.  

Q:  Just to make the situation more confusing? 

A:  More to avoid going into labor while we are cutting the cake.  

So, I ordered her Birthday Picture Day clothes this week:

 

This yummmy polka dot dress (but in bubble gum pink) from Rocker Baby Inc.

& flower flats from Old Navy  (White before Easter?  I know, but they were the only cute shoes I could find that were not sandals or made of glitter that gets into every little nook and cranny of our lives.)

I can't wait for the big day!  Let's hope she does not cry as much as last year..

Oh, and Beer's Best Friend Cookies are in The Storque today!  Check it out, Etsy Finds: Most Wanted Man.

 

Ask & You Shall Receive

Hello dear internets, when did you become so generous?  Where was this amazing wish granting capability when I was complaining about Harper's sleep, or lack there of?

Look!  The ground is gone!

Just yesterday I was complaining about our mild winter.  (Oh, so sad, I know.)  Today, voila!  A magical random snow storm dreams are made of, cotton balls falling from the sky, coated everything in luscious beautiful white white white.

What a world!  What a world!

Little one, but snow is fun!  

All Harper talked about all morning was wanting to make yellow snowmen.  Mama says: Just say "NO." to yellow snow.

So This is Winter

Look at it.  The ground, all naked and mossy.  It has been there for weeks now without snow.  

 

As much as this mild East Coast winter is an unpleasant surprise for me, I know someone who could not be happier.

We went to the park yesterday for the first time in months.  It was like Christmas and her birthday times 10,000 covered in cupcakes and chocolate and sprinkles and everything that is good and happy in the world.  She ran to the slide, to the seesaw, to the swings, over and over again.  She was too excited to spend more than ten seconds with any one piece of the playground.  This bit of joy was sandwiched in between two of the top ten tantrums of her life.  So, it is not entirely a bed of roses living life with an almost two year old.  

Apparently, she does not like my jacket.  It makes her scream and cry, "NO JACKET NO JACKET NO JACKET!"  Mommy is 8 1/2 months pregnant, is not keen on buying one more article of clothing she can only wear for 6 weeks, and is slightly chilly!         

What can I say, though.  She is her mother's daughter.  

While eating some of the best tomato basil soup the world has ever known at Liquid Lunch, my 8 1/2 month pregnant boobs got in the way.  (Yes.  I went there.)  My favorite non-maternity-but-it-works-well-enough t-shirt is done.  It looked a bit like this, but rounder.  Now, it is nothing but orange boobs.

I just about cried, "NO TOMATO BASIL SOUP NO TOMATO BASIL SOUP NO TOMATO BASIL SOUP!"  It did not sound that bad, but only because my vocabulary has become a bit more colorful since I was two.  Live and learn.

Yummy Luv

We have some new sweet treats for Valentine's Day up in the shop.

Cookie Luv

& xoxo Chocolate and Brown Sugar Cookies    

Wait a minute, we are having a BABY!

Oops!  Somehow the focus of this pregnancy has gone almost entirely to transitioning Harper into her new room.  

Well, that and complaining about being pregnant, "My belly hurts.  There is no more room in my torso for food.  The baby has taken over my bladder.  All I do is pee.  If the baby is in my belly, why do I have so much gas?  Why is the ground so far away, and why is there so much stuff on it when I cannot bend at all.  Why is January in New England so HOT?  If another person says 'Wow, you must be due soon!' I am going to scream and/or cry."

Any-who, I walked into our empty nursery (except for a very inviting air mattress for company) and had a minor panic attack.  We have less than 8 weeks, give or take, to pull it together.  It should be easy, honestly.  I went through storage and pulled out all the bits and pieces form the beginning of Harper's life.  Harper 'helped' me organize it all in the new baby's room.  

I don't have a theme.  It takes a long time to get a room the way I like it.  For this baby's room, I am starting with my all time favorite children's book, Ferdinand the Bull.  I copied a few of the illustrations on cream card stock, and framed them in Ikea frames.  Harper picked out pink wrapping paper for the matt, and I 'floated' the prints on top of it with double stick tape.  

This is all sort of a tease, though, isn't it?  See, I hung them in the new baby's room.  Then I decided everything is in the wrong place, and I need an entire do-over.  So, pictures of prints in their rightful locations are coming soon.  (After I pee 5 times, curse all the objects on the floor, and take a nap.)

Muddy Times, Good Times

It was shockingly warm this weekend.  I think it may have even gotten up to 49, which, if you are 8 months pregnant, feels like an inferno.  For others, it is simply sweater weather.

Harper had the best time jumping in mud puddles and swinging with her daddy.  It is pretty luxurious to see the ground in January, by our midwestern standards.  However, I'm not ready to trade our snow boots for wellies just yet.  Let's wait till the new baby comes, you guys.