she dances

Seems like just yesterday the little birdie started walking and now she’s dancing her (big) heart out in head-to-toe pink in her first “creative movement” class. As I was looking through the windows of studio 3, I had one of those “how did I get here?” moments. In a good way. Cue the Talking Heads music…

I had mixed feelings about going down this pink and frilly rabbit hole, but Wren couldn’t be more thrilled about it. So I am too. Plus, I just don’t think I’ve ever seen anything cuter than a bunch of chubby toddlers in pink leotards and tights, skipping around a dance studio. Have you?

 

last summery swim?

We said bye-bye to summer last night with a warm sunset swim. It was a beautiful evening. The little birdie played on the big rocks with Papa while the full harvest moon rose over Old Mission Peninsula. The water was crisp and clear. With heavy hearts we dragged ourselves home, which involved a certain toddler flailing on the ground for a bit. If I didn’t have such a hard time getting off the ground right now, I might have done the same thing. We prolonged summer a bit more with a candlelight “smudge” (s’more) on the front porch. Thank you, summer!

potty training…

I know, I know. You’ve been waiting your entire lifetime for this post. And here it is: potty training part one (or “toilet learning” for y’all Montessorians out there). I know people who have successfully completed the 3-day intense potty training method, but instead, we’ve been using the eight month+ fits-and-starts method. Without great success, duh. Enter: stickers and a sticker chart! Fun! Exciting! Interactive! Visual!

If you count using stickers to decorate the potty, this has been a wildly successful method for us and I highly recommend it… In terms of motivating the little birdie to use the potty on a regular basis? FAIL.

We have also just entered the wanting-to-use-all-the-public-restrooms phase of learning and this is, err, interesting. But since I’m 33 weeks pregnant and have to use the toilet all the time myself, this is somewhat convenient. But it’s just really not all that charming to be married to the toilet right now, lovelies. Sigh. I was reminded the other day, however, to embrace the season of life I’m in right NOW so embrace the toilet I am trying…

What season of life are you embracing right now? Happy Monday!

back to school granola bars

Whenever we need a change of attitude around our nest, I try to get the little birdie involved in a cooking, baking or gardening project. Yesterday was a no-nap (read: edgy) day so we made another big batch of our new favorite granola bars and a huge batch of guacamole for dinner. We also picked a bunch of cherry tomatoes as well as all the rest of the leaves off a basil plant to make pesto today. Whew. It got us through the sleepless afternoon without any major meltdowns, yesssss. How do you manage those no-nap days, lovelies?

Since I’ve made several successful batches of these granola bars now, I thought I would share them with you. They are based on a recipe I found here. One great thing about them is that they are pretty versatile. Have some dried fruit or nuts? Sure, throw it in. Don’t have vanilla, but want to throw in some cardamom? Sure. They’re simple and delicious. And great to have a healthy-ish, portable snack on hand.

Back to School Granola Bars

Ingredients:
2 1/2 C. quick oats
1/2 C. crisp rice cereal
1/2 C. mini chocolate chips
1/2 C. dried cherries
1/2 C. brown sugar
1/2 tsp. salt
1/2 C. canola oil
1/4 C. honey (or maple syrup or even brown rice syrup)
1/2 tsp. vanilla or some other kind of spice (we like cinnamon or cardamom)
* optional: ground flax seed and/or wheat germ (we use 3 heaping Tbs. or so of each).

Directions:
Mix all ingredients (except for the chocolate chips and dried cherries – keep those out for now) really well. If your mixture seems dry after mixing then you may need to add a little more honey – a bit at a time – until it starts to clump up a little.

When your granola mixture gets to this point–not too wet, not too dry–then stir in the chocolate chips and dried cherries.

Line a 9X13 (or so) glass or metal pan with parchment or waxed paper and let some of it hang over the edges so you can use them as handles to lift out. Pour in granola mixture and spread evenly. Ready to bake!

Baking:
350 degrees for 17-22 minutes.
They are ready to remove from oven when the tops are golden.  If they don’t cook long enough they may not hold their shape. If they cook too long they will get too dry.

Cooling:
Important! Let them cool in the pan for a day or overnight. Really! Then lift out of the pan, flip over onto a cutting board and slice into pieces. I then wrap them in waxed paper and keep them in a sealed container.

ENJOY!

topatoes and beets, oh my

I think the little birdie just might trade in her dancing shoes for farming “topatoes.” And I might just join her. I had no idea growing potatoes would be so fun. Maybe it’s so gratifying because we had no idea what was happening down in the dirt. It’s not like other vegetables that you can easily monitor every day to see how things are shaping up (or not). With the potatoes, we just decided one day we ought to dig down and find out. Crossing fingers, we dug and easily upturned some beautiful little guys. “Topatoes!!!”

Some of the tigger melons (or delicata squash?) from across the garden were starting to crowd out the beets so we harvested a bunch of those too. I can smell some roasted veggies in our very near future. Autumn, we are happy you’re here! Do any of you like to do anything in particular with your beet greens? Treat them like kale or chard? Any ideas?

Licking our lips in northern Michigan…

the ice cream truck

Happy September, lovelies!

It really IS still summer and I know this because the ice cream truck is still frequenting our neighborhood right around dinner time. Evil, I tell you! And the little birdie has quite the ear for the ice cream truck soooo, yeah, dinner started out with a green apple-flavored Shrek popsicle last night. Before you go judging my parenting abilities, remember that we’re soaking up the remains of summer here. We’re on a mission, people! Truth be told, I get about as excited as Wren does when I hear the ice cream truck. Partly it’s the thrill of the hunt. We hear it, but can’t quite determine where the awful music is coming from so we begin our frantic, bare-footed search in its general direction. And then we catch a glimpse of it: There it is, I see the ice cream truck!!!, she shouts. We start running toward it, waving our arms and licking our lips, forgetting that the half-melted pops are ridiculously expensive. It doesn’t seem to matter in those jubilant moments. We stand around for a minute or two, letting the popsicle drip down our hands and onto our toes. Quiet except for the sound of the ice cream truck moving on to the next block. Priceless.