Project

Excited to start a new project. Hoping to find the time to get it underway this week.

Outside

We've been spending a ton of time outside these last few weeks. Lounging in the yard, drinking lemonade, taking long walks in the afternoon, blowing bubbles, and swinging in the park- we are ready and anxious for summer. I have a sneaky suspicion that June will bring us many gray and dreary days so I am taking advantage of every ounce of sunshine until then.

Prehistoric Pets

Anderson likes "creepy things" lately- bugs, spiders, komodo dragons. You know, normal toddler stuff. Its started with this National Geographic movie and his been going strong for a couple of months now. He has already decided which creatures we will all be for Halloween. Baby Beck gets to be a lady bug "because he's cute, mommy". One afternoon a few weeks ago Gabe took him to Prehistoric Pets and he has been telling me about it ever since. What better way to spend our family day then hitting In N Out and then heading over to check us out some amphibians. Reptiles? Both? While there we saw lots of creatures (including the sweetest baby turtles only about the size of my thumb), watched other kids feed the turtles (I was not about to pay $4 to have Anderson dump a bunch of giant worms on my feet), tried on T-Rex masks, and even watched Mother Nature at her finest (let's just say that the male giant tortoise has lots of stamina). Anderson loved it all.

Spicy Quinoa and Black Bean Burritos

Funny. I grew up in a house where everything either went inside of or was served with a tortilla, yet I don't once remember having burritos as a meal. Maybe in New Mexican cooking burritos are more just what you do, not what you intentionally make. In any event I now make burritos when I can think of nothing else to make for dinner. They are easy, they are fast, and I don't have to go to the grocery to make them because we can fill them with whatever we already have.

I found this recipe on Pinterest and it was a keeper from the first time I made it. This last time, however, I wanted to make them a bit healthier (enter the quinoa) and use what I had on hand (jalapeño refried beans and arugula). So, so good. Unfortunately this photo does them absolutely no justice. And where did the tomatoes go? Hmm...had I not been so hungry and eaten them about a quarter of a second after I took this, perhaps I could have been a bit more mindful of how they looked in the photo. Whatever.

Spicy Quinoa and Black Bean Burritos
adapted from this recipe on Annie's Eats
Every single bit of this recipe can be modified according to what and how much you have on hand. Taste as you go and add/alter as needed.

      Ingredients

• 1 tablespoon cooking oil (vegetable, canola, etc.)
• 3 cloves garlic, minced or chopped finely
• 1 teaspoon chili powder
• 2 teaspoons cumin
• 1 can black beans, rinsed and drained
• 1 can refried beans (I used the "zesty salsa" flavor)
• 1/4 cup water
• 1 cup cooked quinoa
• 4 tablespoons prepared salsa (more if you like, none if the spice is already sufficient)
• tortillas
• arugula
• tomatoes
• sour cream
• grated cheddar cheese

     Directions

1. Sautee the garlic, cumin, and chili powder in the oil over medium-high heat heat for about a minute. Add the beans and the water. Simmer for a couple of minutes until the mixture becomes well combined. Add the quinoa and the salsa.
2. Heat the tortillas, spread the filling, add your toppings, and roll. So easy.

As I mentioned before, the original recipe is really, really good. And maybe because it is so good I was able to easily modify it according to what I had on hand. I even made a non-spicy, all black bean and quinoa version for the kids. See what I mean?

Oatmeal-Chocolate Chip Cookies with Almonds and Sea Salt

I decided to modify one of my favorite cookie recipes and the end result was pretty fantastic. But maybe they need a shorter name? I have never made this recipe exactly as written and it has always been forgiving. This time I omitted the raisins, coconut, and walnuts and added toasted almonds and sea salt. Two of my favorite things. Yum. I should have doubled the recipe and frozen half so I could be enjoying one right now. Or maybe its best that I didn't. In any event, my favorite sous-chef was by my side making sure beaters were clean and and the dry ingredients were perfectly measured.

Oatmeal-Chocolate Chip Cookies with Almonds and Sea Salt

modified from Martha Stewart

These are not a light, moist, cakey cookie. They are dense and  fabulous and super easy to make.

Ingredients

• 1 cup unsalted butter, softened slightly
• 1/2 cup sugar
• 1/2 cup firmly packed brown sugar
• 2 eggs
• 1 teaspoon vanilla extract
• 2 cups flour
• 1 teaspoon baking soda
• 1/2 teaspoon baking powder
• 1/2 teaspoon salt
• 2 cups old-fashioned rolled oats
• 1 bag semi-sweet chocolate chips
• 1 cup roasted almonds (I used sliced)
• course-ground sea salt for topping the cookies

Directions

1. Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Line baking sheets with Silpat mats.
2. In a mixer, beat butter, sugar and brown sugar together until smooth and creamy, about 2 minutes. Beat in eggs, one at a time, until well blended. Stir in vanilla.
3. In a separate bowl, sift together flour, baking soda, baking powder and salt. Gradually stir into butter mixture until well blended. Add oats, chocolate chips, and almonds and mix on slow speed until well blended, scraping the sides of the bowl. 
4. Refrigerate for about 15 minutes. I find that refrigerating the dough is the key to cookies that don't spread when you bake them. It's a personal preference when making chocolate chip cookies and is certainly not necessary.
5. Form dough into balls about 11/2-2 inches in diameter. Place on Silpat about 2 inches apart and press gently on the top of each one with the palm of your hand. Sprinkle each one with sea salt. Add an almond to the top if you want them to look fancy. Bake until golden, about 16 minutes. Cool on pan for 2 minutes. Remove from pan, and finish cooling completely on wire rack.
6. Try not to eat them all in 2 days like we did.

     Yields about 4 dozen small cookies.

     *This dough refrigerates and freezes really well for ready-to-bake cookies.

Tonight

Me: Anderson, you were a really good boy today. Thank you for being such a good boy. Anderson: Mommy, can we tell God? Wow.

Regression

Dear Baby Beck,
Please, please, please can we have just a little bit more of this?

While you have never been an amazing sleeper, you have always been a good one. Random nights here and there would find you waking, but you've always calmed down and gone back to sleep quickly with a little head rubbing and a paci, at most. But these last two weeks. Oh, these last two weeks! I swear it has been like having a newborn in the house all over again. Except louder. And more un-relenting.

It started when you got sick (which is also the same time we changed your mattress which Daddy swears is the culprit). As you were getting better, so was your sleep. Until you hurt your leg last week. Since then it has been something different every night. Some nights you don't want to go to sleep in the first place, others you wake multiple times, others you wake up and want to stay up (for the record, I was not at all happy waking up and starting my day at 3:40 am on Sunday morning Saturday night?).

I'm not sure what the issue is. At first I assumed you were in pain and that broke my heart. Of course I went in, picked you up, rocked you, whatever. Now, however, it seems you have just gotten used to us coming in and fussing over you in the middle of the night. You most definitely have us wrapped around your little finger. How else do you explain the smiles and giggles as soon as we come in and the blood-curdling screams when we leave?

Tonight you took forever falling asleep and I am now attempting to re-Ferberize you (though Daddy can't stand it and always goes in and cuddles you). You are finally down for who knows how long. Please let it be until morning. Please. I have said a prayer, crossed my fingers, and knocked on wood. That's got to count for something, right?

All I know is I am tired. Very, very tired. I already get up at 5 am so these lost minutes that are turning into hours of sleep every night are beginning to wear on me. I love you so very much, but this has got to stop. Tonight. Or I just may lose my mind. Seriously.

xo,
Mommy

Break

Currently wishing I were here:

on the beach in Costa Rica, doing this:

That massage on the beach is one I will never forget. And, sadly, it may just be the last one I've had. Back in 2008. Oh my, that is a long time.

My days lately are more exhausting than they have ever been as life with a 3 year old and a 1 year old becomes more and more chaotic. For the most part it is a wonderful chaos and I would not change it for the world well, except the tantrums, those I would change for little more than a wink and a smile, but that makes me sound like a terrible mother so I'll stick to my original thought, but a quiet hour with the ocean in the background, birds chirping, and not a care in the world or someone screaming sounds like shear bliss.

We talk about making a fourth trip to Costa Rica when the boys are a bit older and money is a bit looser, but I know it will never be the same as when we have been before. Great memories were made on those trips. Memories of Gabe and me that I hold extremely close to my heart. Those trips have been the only time in our eleven plus years together where I have felt completely care free, relaxed, and in the moment. Where we have done nothing but enjoy our time together, talk, and connect.

It will be a while (years, actually) before we get away on our own in the same way. Besides time and money constraints, I am just not comfortable vacationing while somebody else is taking care of my young children for more than maybe a night. So for now I take the free moments I have and I reminisce. It's not quite the same, but it will at least hold me over for another day or two.

Steps

Baby Beck, yesterday I came home and you were walking. And not just one wobbly step, but five or six full-fledged, official Frankenstein steps right into my arms that made my heart simply melt. Apparently you decided it was time and that was that. Until you fell. Sideways. It was awful. The piercing screams were unbearable and in about a quarter of a second I went from over-joyed to a complete wreck. Nothing appeared broken (images of protruding bones filled my head as I rushed to get your clothes off), but you were obviously in pain. Now I'm not one who is quick to call the doctor or assume something is wrong (you will hate me for that when you are older, just as I did my mom when she would make me go to school because I "was probably fine"), but you wouldn't even put your foot on the ground so the call was quickly made.

X-rays were taken and everything appears fine, though it certainly does not feel fine as evidenced by your screams when you put pressure on your leg and your crawling with your right foot held up in the air. I'm hoping for a speedy recovery. I'm so thankful it wasn't anything worse than a minor sprain. I can't even imagine a little baby cast!

Needless to say you are no longer walking. But when you do I will be armed with the video camera. And I will surround you with pillows.

On being a mom

Some days are awesome, most are pretty great, some are a challenge, and others hello, today!!! make me look back fondly on the days where I thought kids were for suckers. I am not one of those cheerleader, "Oh my God being a mom is the best job in the world!", "every moment is a gift kind" of moms. I love my boys. I have fun with them every day. I try to do right by them and set a good example for how to be a good, responsible, respectable human being with proper grammar and an appreciation for home-cooked food. I get tired, I get cranky, I lose my temper on occasion. I let myself down with the way I handle certain situations. I am just a regular mom. No prizes for mother of the year, but I have two awesome little boys whom I adore like no other and who make me happy far more often than they make me want to pull my hair out. I am lucky and extremely grateful.

Yesterday on Mother's Day I spent a lot of time thinking about how much life has changed since becoming a mom. So much so that I barely remember what it was like. What did I do with all that free time? I am a mom now. It defines me. It dictates every decsion I make and it has forever chamnged who I am and who I will become. It makes me a better person and it makes me question every single move I make. It gains me entry into a not-so-secret society of women who need only to look at one another to understand eachother. It gives me purpose.

From Mother's Day:

 Our attempt at a self-portrait. I gave up very quickly.

Kind of blurry, but one of my favorites yet.