on hold

Emmy has been trying her luck at sitting at the table recently, which usually ends up with her on my lap at meal time anyway. The high-chair is losing her interest quickly, yet this table top is a little too near her chin to make anything easy. So this morning as I sit on the phone, holding, hearing my call-number climb the ladder to number one, we improvised a little and she ended up with a table top she felt was just right.

Happy Eating!

woohoo! after an hour, caller number one!

2/52: Mont

For a Christmas present, we gave this boy Fantasia (the original and 2000). The first time we watched it, he could not care less about it. But all the sudden the last week or so, it's all he asks for. He loves the "horses" which incorporates the pegasus, centaurs, the satyrs, the cherubs, and the thunder and lightening gods. I love it because there are no words, just music. It was one of the movies we were allowed to watch on a Sunday afternoon after church when my sister and I were kids. So yesterday we watched it in the quiet hours of our Sunday. Mont always has loved classical music, making up story lines as the music ebbs and flows, crescendos, growing more and more exciting, then lulls back into the pace it began. This movie for him has probably been just a manifestation of what he already visualizes as he listens to instrumental music. This kid has a thing for the classics.

Here is the boy last October at Gardner's Village in Utah. We've been able to go every year so far to see all the cute witches they have flying, crashing, and floating around the shops and storefronts. It's been a lot of fun, and this picture still has a place on my fridge (in b&w) because I cannot get enough of this sarcastic face. I think he's got a lot of fun in store for me.

*This post is part of the 52 portrait series: a portrait, once a week, every week, in 2013.*

sugared

Friday night as I carried Buckwheat out to his run, I looked around at the eerie low clouds, and the smothered yellow light of street lamps. Quietly and quickly as possible, I tiptoed back into the house and shut the door, locking it. Then repeated when the pup was satisfied with his encounter with nature's wild and needed to be warmed again by the blanket-warm indoors. Saturday morning we awoke to powdery white trees, grass, fences, and rooftops. Snow hadn't come our way, but fog? Yes.

Saturday morning, as the haze thinned, we took note of all it left in its wake: sugar. Or at least it appeared like everything had received a nice dusting of sugar. We all hopped in the car and went out for a drive to Turtle River to get a good long stare at this wintery silvery splendor.

1/52: Emmy

(Pajama Diaries)

In all her messy breakfast glory, this girl was putting a show on as usual; this time though, Mark had the camera pointed straight on her as it was New Year's morning. As we were hootin' and hollerin' and blowing paper trumpets and clackin' the noise makers, we rung in the New Year about 7 hours after midnight. But that's okay if every day is a party!

This year I will be posting a weekly portrait picture (whomever it might be of) as a part of The 52 Project.

What better way to get motivated and getting myself back into the camera-toting way of life? My camera is small enough, and for the last few months, I've been carrying only half a supply of diapers, as last November Mont was officially and completely potty trained. It only took a few days before he was wearing big boy pants to bed.. I ran a risk without a matress cover but he kept proving to be a big boy! Even still.. no accidents, but we still put a special sheet on his bed. Just in case! I'm so proud of what my two accomplished in 2012, both big and small; pretty sure it was all a big deal to me.

Here is the button I'll be adding to the side of my blog to remind myself that every week I have a portrait to upload here. Might not be all that great of one, but a portrait nevertheless. ha! Join me and see what we can all come up with. I think it will be SO FUN.

2012

There was a lot packed in to this year. I can't even count the number of plane rides, the number of hugs, and hellos or goodbyes. So much to fit into a mere 52 weeks. I get all mushy when I think of what was lost and what was found, what was given up and what was obtained; not only by myself and my family, but our country, our religion, our world, and our humanity. Lots of heartache, lots of triumphant joys. Tears and laughter filled many moments, and those moments are precious memories to me. Weddings and funerals, vacations and homecomings, packages sent and received, kitchen mishaps and athletic feats.

2013 might hold all sorts of new adventures for us. We have no idea, and that is half the fun, isn't it? As long as we have family and friends, food and comfort, we can say we have it all.

At the close of 2011, I was done with stress and ready to relax and enjoy life at a day to day pace. New Year's Resolutions were out of the question. It served me well for this year of 2012. I still had many new experiences, exercised, read books, watched lots of movies, visited many new places, and spent time with my loved ones. This year, however, I am ready to pace myself to meet some new goals. I have slacked off the exercise the last bit and have been motivated to get back into yoga. It's been a while, and it should be an exciting challenge. I want to read more. I want to sew more. I would love to be a finisher. And an organizer. Learning systems that work for my house to enable myself to be more of a teacher for our two little ones. I want to teach them all the numbers and words I can before they start school in a couple years. It's coming fast and I want to prepare them with the best head start I can, for whatever lies ahead. I would love to finally get a bicycle and take bike rides with Mark around our neighborhoods and around the woods in back with our two stinkers strapped down with their arms and voices up in the air as they hoot and holler with excitement. I would like to get out and walk more with the kids and the pup. Before it froze here, I took all three of those little ones out and Mont and Emmy practically sobbed and fought the whole time for Buckwheat's leash. It was a joy.. but if we do it more often, perhaps they'd gladly share the responsibility of my commands to don't let go! hold tight! chase him! 

This year we are going to learn more scripture stories and I am going to strengthen my own testimony. I am going to read the stories of The Friend more often to our children and explain more enthusiastically the simple truths of the gospel. The love learning. They love to play. And Mark and I want to enjoy it all with them.

Happy New Year!

a bit of magic

5 points awarded to whomever can find Buckwheat

Our house held a bit of magic this last week for our two children, but let's be honest, mostly for Mark and I. The fun that is involved in seeing these wonderful holidays through the eyes of little ones might be the best part of the season. Telling Mont and Emmy all about the birth of our Savior, and having His gift of life relate to all the gifts they give and are given, is the greatest.

Toys... are another favorite around here. Setting up late Christmas Eve, with some help from jolly ole' Saint Nick, was full of laughter for us. We were trying to build this tower over there near the bottom, and it just wasn't working for me; Mark came to my aide and showed me how to use the "door stop" pieces and even went so far as to put Santa's gift of dinosaurs all over it. Even the dragon had a nose-bleed seat way up top - those wings are good for something after all, eh, Dragon?

This lovely little, partly burnt out tree has been with us since our first Christmas together as a newly established Reeder family. We purchased it while in Del Rio, TX as Mark was suffering getting through pilot training. (fun memories!!) Sadly, this long-lasting tree didn't last long enough, as this mid-section burnt out a couple weeks ago.. and our light-gun was no where to be found. On to the fun facts: This year's Christmas loot included a tent, blocks, dinosaurs, little velvet horses, small (but big enough!) trampoline for indoor energy release through the winter months, a couple movies, clothes, a couple books, and a doll house for Emmy and a doll castle for Mont. They are sharing just dandy, making a decent sized neighborhood with its drawbridge, front door, and dungeon.. those creative little cuties.

A week ago I made a yummy sugar cookie recipe which I discovered earlier this year; but I made it with a "self-rising flour" instead of "cake flour" - no no no!!! I didn't realize why at the time, but it tasted a bit off. Come to find out, the "self-rising flour" has extra baking powder in it... which the recipe had already included. They tasted as sugary as an old pair of jeans. OH! it was embarrassing. So I took them to Cub Scouts and fed them to the wolves (literally. the Cub Scout Wolves ate them like they were the best thing ever. Only one little girl (it was pack meeting) told her mom [whom I was sitting next to], "I don't like my cookie." haha!)

But to make up for my unsuccessful cookies, I had to make something to share with a few people around base! So I made these old-fashioned, spiced oatmeal-raisin cookies. They remind me so much of Williamsburg, VA at Christmas time. (recipe below)

If you don't follow down through to the recipe, but made it this far, I hope you had the merriest of all Christmases. Heartache was prevalent throughout this special month with everything that has happened, in states abroad there was horrific tragedy, and family losing a dearly beloved grandmother. Yet in the midst of all the darkness...  joy. There were bits of Christmas magic sprinkled throughout the month, even has trying as it was. I pray that everyone found that bit of magic I'm talking about.

Merry Christmas!

Spiced Oatmeal Raisin Cookies

- 1 c butter, softened
- 1 c packed light brown sugar
- 1/2 c white sugar
- 2 eggs
- 1 t vanilla extract
- 1 1/2 c all-purpose flour
- 1 t baking soda
- 1 t ground cinnamon
- 1/2 t ground cloves
- 1/2 t salt
- 3 c rolled oats
- 1 c raisins

Directions:
1. Preheat oven to 350º
2. In a large bowl, cream together the butter, brown sugar, white sugar, eggs, and vanilla until smooth. Combine the flour, baking soda, cinnamon, cloves, and salt; stir into the sugar mixture. Stir in the oats and raisins. Drop by rounded teaspoonfuls onto ungreased cookie sheets. (I cover sheets with aluminum foil - don't grease that either).

2. Bake 10 - 12 minutes until light and golden on bottom. Do not over bake. Let them cool for 2 minutes before removing from cookie sheets to cool completely. Store in something airtight if they last longer than 20 minutes before being gobbled up.

merry and bright

We had lots of pictures taken as a family this month, yet none made it into card form! So from our family to yours, we hope you had a wonderfully happy and very merry Christmas! 

Little America, SLC

with Santa in Tacoma, WA

LeMay Car Museum in Tacoma, WA

Zoo Lights in Tacoma

With Grandma Cokes and Grandpa Tiger - these kids still talk about "the spiders... ah!" 

Merry Christmas to all!

home sweet home

Mont and Emmy caught on camera on 26 November, 

the day my fuji camera returned home, 

as good as new.

can't get enough

Finally, I just backed up all the pictures I've accumulated over the last couple years on my computer to an external hard drive (2 actually), and now that there is room enough for more pictures, I've uploaded the pictures from our time away this summer. This is the very last picture I took of the kids while we were visiting my parents in the Pacific Northwest. They seem to love it as much as I do. Mont's here just hugging the cool rocks on the beach and I think Emmy is just throwing her arms up in the air in celebration. The picture before this was very similar.

We just can't get enough. It helped that the weather allowed us to go outside at any moment during any day while we visited for two weeks. It was a wonderful stay full of ice cream, skipping rocks (or sinking rocks), eating delicious food, airplanes, wrestling, stickers, museums, fun toys, and family. These kids lived this summer in all the sense(s) that childhood has to offer.

christmas cookies | white chocolate + dried cranberries

This morning after trimming our tree, the kids helped me make Christmas Cookies. They watched and begged for cookie dough while I mixed ingredients and said, "just a moment, please!" over and over again. Two years ago while we were in Alaska still, the young women thought they were being stealthy ding-dong-ditchers and left some delectable cookies on our stoop. I never got that mysterious recipe (no one knew where those particular cookies came from), but I've never forgotten how delicious they were. This year, thanks to the famous pinning website, I discovered a recipe that was oh-so-similar. I gave it a shot, altering just a couple things. The review I give this recipe is 5 out of 5 stars, and Mont, Mister Picky Pants, even ate them with the craisins. I couldn't believe how many he wanted, I was so pleased.

Word of advice: double it if you intend to share! These cookies I made in the pictures are very small; about an inch and a half in diameter. Bite size! Only made about 3 1/2 dozen of these small cookies.

Here is the recipe for all my sweet Instagramers who requested it. And for my own future reference: 

3/4 c salted butter, softened

3/4 c light brown sugar

1/4 c granulated sugar

1 extra large egg

2 t vanilla extract

2 c all-purpose flour

2 t cornstarch

1 t baking soda

1/2 t salt

3/4 c white chocolate chips

1/2 c dried cranberries (craisins)

•line an ungreased cookie sheet(s) with aluminum foil, set aside. 

•with a stand mixer using the paddle attachment, cream the butter and sugars together on medium speed until fluffy and light in color. Mix in egg and vanilla. Scrape down the sides when needed. Then on a lower speed, mix in the flour, cornstarch, baking soda and salt. Stir in the white chocolate chips and dried cranberries. 

•preheat oven to 350ºF. Drop balls of dough onto cookie sheet. Bake for 8-10 minutes, until barely golden brown around the bottom edges. Remove and let cool on the cookie sheet, then transfer to cooling rack. 

•wait until cookie sheets are cool before dropping the new cookie dough balls onto them, or drop them right before you're ready to put them in the oven. 

I don't often stray from my favorite cookies, but these are a home run, slam-dunk sort of cookie. My neighbor texted me twice saying she loved them, and Mont kept asking for more throughout the day - both are evidence enough for me to say these are a new favorite in this house! Now if only Mark were home to taste them too. I'm sure they won't last until Sunday. Oh well, guess I'll have to make more. 

A note about the plate in the pictures: 

This plate carried the very first batch of cookies I ever received from a neighbor, welcoming us to Frazier Street in Del Rio, TX. Her Grandmother used to paint plates, and this was one she never painted, but rather used to set her brushes on. To this day there are still smudges of old and forgotten colors, and I hope never to part with it. For me it signifies good values, kind women, sweet treats, and warm kitchens. It has been woven into my memories of military life, both stormy and sweet. Happy baking everyone, I dare you to make a neighbor smile with these sugary delights.

lets do one more

Take one: 

"Oh gosh. That can't go on Facebook! Cut it out! Who wants a chocolate kiss? 

First let's take a picture."

Take two: 

"Tha'll do pigs. Tha'll do." (I didn't really say that, but I bet my dad is smiling)

Today was one of those rare days I think to take a picture with the kids, so between Mont requesting to watch Monsters or eat candy, I seized my opportunity. 

Mom, the first pic is especially for you. Sorry.. :)

haste

                

A couple days after Emmy was born, I was feeling anxious about everything about to happen; the move, selling the house, moving a second time, etc, so I began to paint. What began was the turquoise sky and green grass, calming and relaxing. Today during the midday wind storm, Emmy napped and I brought down my brushes, filled a jar with water, sat down and took some deep breaths. Though this time I didn't continue with the same calm sky, I painted a feisty little honey bee. 

Both times however, this painting served as a relaxant for my nerves. Both times, the wet paint served me well. Today I let the bee do the hastening, while I curled up with my babies after nap time and just soaked them in with all the hugs and kisses they could handle. That's been happening a lot the last few days, and I throw a party over just about everything, just to rain even more Xs and Os all over my little two honey bees. 

eucalyptus sprig + peach

Just realized I never posted this on my blog. This is a painting I did in June for the Reeder Reunion. 

It was an 11 x 14 inch acrylic on canvas; bid on and won by Jacqueline Reeder who promises to "take care of it and look at it everyday." That made me smile!

Update** While cleaning out my emails while watching the news on this election night, I found what Mark had sent out to the Reeders. That made me smile too.. so for remembrance's sake:

Hello Reeders,

I just wanted to send out a picture of the painting that Jayci did.  I don't remember the exact dimensions but I do think it is a little wider than an 8x10.  Jayci won't talk about her talent much but I personally think that this is one of the finest paintings that she has done. Perfect for a kitchen and a little reminder of Peach Days and those Reeder Peach Queens (Marlene Monica and Bridget)!  I can just see them on those Peach Day floats now.  Elbow elbow wrist wrist wipe a tear kiss kiss Reeder girls!  We are sorry that we can't be there with you all.  I think we really are going to miss out on a good time, especially if you can get Mindy, Jennifer and Shelly to sing another rendition of the 1988 Reeder reunion favorite "I'm a little bit..little bit...little bit sad...little bit little bit little bit glad!"  If not, maybe some "Country Roads, take me home"?  Uncle Chris's homemade root beer out of a milk can is always a favorite of mine.  I am also sorry that I won't be there to crinkle my raffle tickets and again sweep all of the prizes like 1996.  Do you remember that?  I do.  Most of all, I will miss Uncle Dennis like I know you will too.  I love you Reeders.

Mark Reeder 

college football

Mark's Uncle Mike and Aunt Debi came to visit us! Well, okay, they came for the football. But it was fun having them over for dinner Friday night and then seeing them at the football game the next day. It was Emmy and Mont's first sports game ever, I believe and they both enjoyed it. We sat with the T-Birds in the visitors section and were so close to the cheerleaders that Emmy picked up a few new moves. SUU was up until the fourth quarter when UND scored two touchdowns for the win, 33/29. It was exciting! And really loud. The indoor stadium felt cozy and warm but really upped the volume with blazing music, announcers, and cheer squads. Crazy fun! Next time we go we'll probably be wearing green though... Unless its a game against SUU of course.

soundly sleeping

Thought I should give up an update on how this sweet boy is sleeping at night.... 

and sweet he has become when he gets all his sleep at night! 

We finally set up the good•nite nightlight on Sunday and since then, he's really done even better. He still cries for us a bit when we walk out of his room, but now that Mark is involved in the entire process, Mont doesn't mess around too much like he tried with me. Dads are good for that, aren't they? Good reinforcements. The video/audio monitor was doing good enough, helping me, but to help Mont, that night light really has done the trick. The last two nights he hasn't even made a sound through the night. Not one sound from bedtime until about 6:00. The night light turns into a sun at 6:20, so he will wait until it's bright yellow when he comes and tells us what happened and he leads us back in to show us. It has been miraculous. This morning he woke up at 5:45 and brought me in a diaper to change him. We're working on that whole process too.. So many fun things to work on. ha ha

I've even gotten a cold, the night of the trunk or treat, but with two good nights of sleep in a row, I'm feeling much better than I normally do 2 days into it. Yesterday, even with the cold, I woke up at 6:15 with so much energy, I cleaned out all our bathrooms and organized like crazy, did laundry, changed sheets, etc.. sleep does so much good for all of us, I'm amazed at the difference already!

(other sleep posts here and here)

ooooo.. spoooooky

It was another wonderfully chilly Halloween here in our neighborhood. They scheduled trick or treating for the Saturday night before Hallpween, which sort of threw me, but for the kids and Mark, it only meant more fun. It freed up our actual Halloween night to just attend our ward's trunk or treat in town. Here are my three spooks all dressed up. I had a costume ready to go, but the wig didn't work out, and without the hair, it wouldn't have been obvious... Defeating the whole purpose. I won dud award, and Mark won studliest award! Mont loved having his little fairy sidekick to trick or treat with this year, since last year she was passed out on our floor in her little cow get up; much more fun this year! And just to remember the fun, here is a picture with all our beautiful maple leaves scattered about. Happy Hallowen!

painting party

One neighbor has a birthday, another neighbor throws the little party, a third neighbor makes my favorite recipe which has become hers as well, and I am asked to put together a painting lesson of sorts. Done! 

To tell the whole story, I was a little nervous about teaching my neighbors, or anyone for that matter, the basics of painting.. When I paint, the mood is set with music of my choice, and the world is centered for those moments around the paint on my brush, and touching it delicately to the paper, letting it meld with the other colors around it. It's tranquility in its most productive form. 

What I forgot to realize about teaching friends/neighbors is that .. they're not children! They were able to focus and sit down and enjoy the relaxation while we talked softly and laughed at each other. It was far more enjoyable than I thought it ever could be. Taking a name from the recipe link above, we called ourselves "the coconut club" and we want to paint together weekly now. We probably won't be that lucky, but doing it many more times will be more than wonderful. 

And while on the subject of paintings.. last night I got the sweetest, most exciting package in the mail from a dear friend who I'm lucky enough to call family. A while back, she posted a painting she did when she was just, she said, messing around with her son's water colors! What she painted, I fell in love with. It reminds me of Julia Childs' love for food and silly phrases for some reason. The blending technique is beautiful and she really did a phenomenal job. I didn't know how to print it nicely or recreate it with her permission.. so I was a procrastinating, but I had a spot on my wall for whatever copy of it I could draft. What I was not expecting was to receive the original in a perfect white frame in the mail. The original! I love it so much. Thank you, Rachel!

sending in the reinforcements

Thank you for the comments and texts! Mont and I have been making progress little by little, night by night. Every night is a little better than the last, and last night when he came into my room all I had to do was tell him to go back to sleep on his pillow, quietly, and he did. Or at least I think he did. He may have ended up in the rocking chair that allows him to see down to our room, but I didn't check.. I was too tired!

So to check without moving, I've ordered a video (with two-way audio option) monitor to see if he's actually on his pillow, on the rocking chair or trying to talk Emmy awake. ha!

To reinforce the need to stay in bed until a reasonable time, I've also ordered the nightlight that stays a moon through the night and turns into a happy sun at a time I will set. I have high high hopes for these two purchases and hope that they will be worth it! Friends of mine have sworn by both, and I'm hopeful Mont will do even better with these.

Every night I've been sending Mark email after email of updates with every wake up and scenario that went down so that when he gets home tomorrow he'll have an idea of what has been going on and what's changed at night. I love his encouragement. If we can start getting proper sleep every night, I can't imagine how much energy we'll have during the day to do anything we have on our to-do lists! Last night was close to a good night's sleep for me, and I woke up so happy (even though it was at 5:00 am still - the nightlight is coming!) and full of energy. Glorious!

I feel bad during the night when I'm 'not nice,' but when I cheer him on in the morning and he gives me that tired crooked grin with hugs and kisses, it feels like it was all worth it. Can't stop now! I'm too close to getting a good night's rest!

(first sleep post here)

working on it

There are lots of things I'm working on these days. Remember my post of motherhood where I advised myself to enjoy everything good and bad because moments are fleeting? I could use a dose of that right now, but I can't wrap my head around anything other than my pajamas are still on, Mont's in his big boy underwear, and Emmy keeps pulling my fingers to guide me around any time I sit down to accomplish anything, and it's thundering outside, making it all a little better for me. Buckwheat still has to go out for his mid day jaunt, and it's already 2:47 in the afternoon. He doesn't want to go out in the rain, and neither to I.. my pjs would get cold.

I've avoided posting to facebook, because I enjoyed the feeling of being a little more private while we were in our own little family world the last few weeks, but now that we're home, the routines are going again and so are the old bits of fun.

Emmy is balancing on a cubby box turned sideways, playing dolls while Mont is resting his cup of vegetable-fruit juice on his rounded exposed juice-belly. (I don't typically give them juice, but it's even got Emergen-C in it, and half water - I'm such a scrooge)

This is a bunch of rambled thoughts, but it feels good to get them out here. Follow along if you will.

Mont has always been a terrible, terrible sleeper, waking up no less than 5 times a night, and sometimes upwards of 15 times a night. Emmy is a very sound sleeper in comparison, gently lulling back to sleep if ever she wakes up. Mark has been gone a few nights, and last night I thought I should take advantage of the remaining few nights so maybe we can get some quiet when he comes home. Maybe.

Last night when Mont woke up 10 minutes after I got to bed (I accidentally fell asleep on the couch after the debate for an hour) at 12:00 midnight. What commenced after that was something I'd happily forget if ever given the opportunity. I told him that I would tuck him in, but that I needed to go back to my bed. He would plead with me to stay with him and cry and scream when I started walking out. Every time he got out of bed, there was commotion, noise, and punishments of some kind. Emmy woke up from 12:30 to 2:30, wanting to be comforted herself, but she was still doing better than her big brother. Mont continued on this sleepless rampage until 4:10 when I think he cried himself to sleep on his bed.. I'm not sure, because I fell asleep at about 4:20, not getting to check on his location one last time.

I've read a few different 'reports' on toddlers being sleep trained today and what I've decided is that because I've started I have to follow through this now until he's done; hopefully it won't take more than a few nights, but knowing our luck it will take months. This morning I was even thinking about locking him in the upstairs bedroom where he can hash it out and climb into bed if he wanted to, without disturbing Emmy or us too much. However, with his screaming he could wake up our neighbor's dead cousin.

Another thing I've picked up from my 'studies' today have been to stay really, really boring, and go back to their room with them over and over and over and over again. And again. It will be another night of no sleep for me, but I'm hoping he will be a little more quiet. Did I mention I got less than 3 hours of sleep in my bed last night? I'm not counting the nap I got on the couch (but thank goodness I did get that!).

Another thing I'm working on are my pictures.. I have too many on my computer, that it is so full, and can barely upload any more from my camera card. I am working on putting my pictures together in iphoto books, but then I still have to move the photos to the external hard drive, then it will be on to uploading the SD card!

I'm lucky my 'problems' are so minuscule.. but today, when I'm tired they seem monstrous! So here I sit, writing these thoughts down wondering if anyone with tips will stumble across this and bestow all their child know-how upon me through comments! :)

** for the Autumn in Washington - white won for me **

personal space

This giraffe knows of no such thing; though, we didn't mind.

But then all the sudden, the hay was gone - then we cared. It had only lasted one dang tongue-swipe! Poor kid.

(at the Montgomery, AL zoo a couple weeks back)