Snowshoeing with girls in-tow

We had a perfect day today.  Absolutely gorgeous weather, so we took off to the mountains.  We began our adventure with a snowshoe rental and headed to RMNP for a picnic lunch.  It was beautiful.  We hiked with the girls around Sprague Lake with snowshoes (our first time)!  It was SO fun. The girls LOVED it!  And so did we.  We also met some really cool people on our hike and stopped to sled with them a bit.  Here’s some pics from our day.


We love CO!

We’ve had some beautiful days lately.  Here’s a few pictures of our beautiful Friday afternoon, playing outside with the bikes.


Abby’s Walking

Here’s a few videos of Abby learning to walk!  It’s all happening so fast.  She’s walking most of the time now, unstable but so, so brave.  She’ll even take off running sometimes.  These videos are from a few days ago, but enjoy these first steps that she’s making.  Boy, our house is going to be busy!  The first video is kind of long with Abby walking at different points.  If you make it through the whole thing, you’ll get a taste of what it’s like to be around here.  Sophia can’t stand to not be the center of attention… Well, enjoy.

Ah, the irony

I just opened this fortune cookie for the girls.


Today is taking an extra measure of patience.  I’m not sure why.  It may be that Will and I have started getting up extra early to exercise, and we’re feeling the extra tiredness and soreness from that…  Or, maybe it’s that I actually tried to get something done this morning.  You know that box (or drawer, if you don’t move every 6 months like we do) of stuff that you don’t have any idea what to do with.  It’s stuff that you might need… or you could just throw away and never notice it’s absence… it’s junk, really… but the thought of throwing it away is just SO HARD.  But, it’s just random crap.  Well, we’ve moved so many times that we have acquired multiple junk boxes that never get filtered through, thrown away, or organized.

This morning, at an attempt to have our bedroom completely put together, I opened a box of junk.  Yes, the girls were with me.  And, if it weren’t for the constant questions, “What’s this?  What’s a _______? Why? Look it’s a ______.  What’s that?” I think I could’ve finished with a more positive attitude.

How does the constant questioning and jabbering on make me so angry so quickly?  It’s just curiosity.  But sometimes, it’s just plain stupid questions.  Like this conversation:

Sophia: What’s that?

Me: It’s an empty box.

Sophia: What’s an empty box?

I want to yell at her.  She said to me, “I’m trying to use my brain.” Oh, dear me.  You can see what kind of conversations we have here.

To increase my lack of patience, Sophia’s not my only needy little creature.  Abby’s constantly falling all over me, trying to learn to walk and falling all over everything else–crying and getting her feelings hurt all the while.  She’s such a sensitive little baby.  Precious, lovely and adorable.  But so sensitive.  I think she may be getting a tooth AND she’s in that weird place of too-tired-for-just-one nap but won’t take two.  I’m also trying to implement a more intentional schedule.  Sophia’s obsession with T.V. is getting “managed” as I’ve created the rule that we watch only 1 show a day as a reward for taking a nap.  It’s working gloriously, but I could sure use a babysitter…. 😉

Yah, so today, we’re going to stay home and organize… and play… and try to get through the day.  I need an extra measure of patience to enjoy these lovely, curious little people.

Nighttime Talks

Daddy is starting to put Abby to bed to help her sleep through the night and get rid of some Mommy-attachment issues… It’s working!  6 nights in a row, Abby has slept 12 hours!  WAHA!   Thank the Lord!  Anyway, now I’m putting Sophia to bed, and it has been refreshing and delightful to lay down with her in her twin bed and talk to her before I tell her goodnight.  This was our conversation tonight after we prayed.  How did she get so grown up?

Sophia: And pray for the princesses.

Me: Huh?

Sophia: And pray for the princesses.

Me: You mean, you want to thank God for the princesses?

Sophia: Yah.

Me: Okay.  Thank you, God for the princesses.  We love them.

Sophia: Thank you, God for the princesses.

Me: Sophia, do you know who God is?

Sophia: Yah.

Me: Who is God?

Sophia: Jesus.

Me: Yah, that’s right. Did you know that God gave us everything?

Sophia: Yah… my toys.

Me: Yah, that’s right.

Sophia: My dollhouse.  My cowboy… and piglet.

Me: Yes, He gave us all those things.  And Abby and Daddy and Sophia and Mommy.

Sophia: And my cowboy… and piglet.

Me: You like piglet a lot, don’t you?

Sophia: Yah, but it’s Abby’s piglet. I love Cowboy.

Me: That’s right… I think it’s time to go to bed now. I love you, Cowboy.  I love you, Sophia.  Good night.

Sophia: Mom, can we watch another video tomorrow?

Me: Sure, honey.  You can watch a video tomorrow.  Good night, Honey.

Sophia: Good night.


Sophia’s very first haircut

Sophia’s longish unruly hair has been driving me nuts for weeks.  Some days it’s adorable and curly and perfect, and other days it’s just darn crazy.  It seems to have nothing to do with whether or not we “fix” it.  It actually looks best right after she gets up from a sweaty nap.  Anyway, we saved $10, and I cut it myself.  My heart was racing with wild excitement the whole time.  I have never cut even a strand of her hair in now over 2 1/2 years!  I have nearly no idea what I’m doing, and I just imagined her 12 years old and crying that her world was over because “Mom” botched her hair.  I think it turned out alright.  Maybe a little shorter than I meant for it to be, but it was all grown out so unevenly.  Thank God for the curls to hide my amateur snips.  😉

My new favorite breakfast

Will and I have been on The South Beach Diet for a few months now.  We haven’t been very strict over the last month or so, but we’ve both lost about 25 pounds and kept it off thus far!  Celebration!  One of the ways that we’re able to fudge a little is by having a frequent breakfast of eggs.  Here’s the thing about eggs… I really don’t like them.  Here’s the thing about the South Beach Diet… For the first two weeks of the diet (Phase 1), you eat different egg combinations for breakfast EVERY day.  I started actually liking eggs, but only when they’re fixed with LOTS of vegetables.  I’d like to share more about my experience with the diet, but this post is about my new favorite breakfast.  So, I didn’t use to like eggs, and I always thought vegetables for breakfast was crazy and weird.  Trust me, though, this is GOOD.  It’s like pizza for breakfast.

What is it called?  Is it a frittata?  It’s not an omelete… I like to call it “EGG PIZZA.”  The recipe varies depending on what vegetables I have handy in the fridge, and I use handfuls instead of measuring, but this is the basic model.  My girls adore it, by the way.

Egg Pizza (for 2)


2 slices bacon or canadian bacon, chopped

1/2 small onion, chopped

1/2 bell pepper, chopped

1 c. asparagus, sliced in 1 in. pieces (trust me)

2 c. fresh spinach

4 eggs, beaten with a touch of milk

1/2 c. of Italian shredded cheese (low-fat or 2% if possible)


Preheat oven to 350 degrees.  In a non-stick, oven safe, 12 in. skillet, pan fry bacon pieces on med-high heat.  If using canadian bacon, you may need to add a little olive oil.  Drain bacon fat.  Add vegetables minus spinach.  Fry until tender crisp.  Add spinach and cook until wilted.  With vegetables/meat spread out evenly over pan, slowly pour eggs over vegetables.  Don’t touch it.  Just let it cook for a few minutes.  Season with salt and pepper.  Cook until you you see the edges pulling away but the center is still very wet.  Sprinkle on cheese, and put it in the preheated oven.  Bake for 2-3 minutes or until cheese is melted and egg pizza is beautifully puffy.  Carefully remove from pan and slice like a pizza.  Serves two grown people for a very satisfying breakfast.

More to come on our South Beach Diet experience later.

Interview with Sophia 2

I interviewed Sophia this evening.  She was very cooperative.  Listen for “the baby Jesus.”  She also talks about her best friends, her latest show, and a few of her favorite things.

Should we laugh or cry?

Today, I had one of those days.  Everything was moving slowly.  I needed to get out of the house again; so, we planned a trip to the library.  Abby’s in that in-between stage where she doesn’t think that a morning nap is necessary–but needs one or else she’s cranky all day…  So, Abby decided to poop her pants instead of nap (very common, I’d say 9/10 times she poops instead of naps).  Lately, her poop has given her such a bad rash that I must bathe her immediately and after every BM.  Is this interesting, yet?

Let me get back to the story… We were having a crappy day… My nerves were on edge, the kids were on edge, and I had a terrible idea.  Let’s forego Sophia’s nap and replace it with craft time. What was I thinking?  I wanted to get some Christmas cards out today, and I thought it’d be a nice time to get Sophia to make something for her grandparents.  Which was the worse idea?  Foregoing the nap or expecting Sophia to make something just because I want her to?

This was a disaster.  While Abby cried and then napped for all of 30 minutes, Sophia refused to do any crafting.  Instead, she just lolly-gagged around watching me address envelopes, singing and dancing to herself, and drawing ON the table… This in and of itself is not so bad, but I just couldn’t get her to draw something for me.  And, like I said, I was ON EDGE!

Well, Abby wakes up screaming–sleep deprived…  And, I’m angrier than ever.  Deep breaths.  Count to 10. I try to let her go back to sleep, only Sophia’s playing gets incrementally louder, and it’s obvious that Abby is NOT going back to sleep.  I go into her to see if I can calm her back to sleep.  Nope.  She won’t be soothed by anything but Sophia’s presence.  Argh.  So, I leave the hyper-active children to play it off with each other.

I notice about 10 or 15 minutes later that Abby has opened my box of acrylics and is pulling out the tubes.  (I had all the craft stuff out in the living room…)  I look at her and tell Sophia, “Make sure that she doesn’t open any of them.”  Mistake 2: Not immediately gathering up the paints.  You’re wondering what could possibly go wrong in this situation. Mistake 4: Treating Sophia like she’s 7 years old.  I get back to my envelope addressing.  I glance back over to see that they’ve moved on.

About 10 minutes later, “Mom! Abby’s making a big mess!  MOM!  Abby’s making a big mess!”  I jump up and find Abby’s holding a spoon surrounded by a pound of dried fruit.  She found a box, dumped it all out, and is now trying to feed herself ALL of it!  I bust into laughter.  It’s just fruit.  Gather it up, keep her from choking.  It’s just fruit.

I think that this was pretty funny considering my day, so I decide to tweet it: “Laugh instead of cry. Soph: “Abby’s making a mess!” An entire box of dried fruit out on the floor in front of Abby. All I can do is laugh.”

I’m proud of myself for not blowing up.  Back to addressing envelopes.

… I notice that things are really quiet.  As has always been the case with Sophia, when things are particularly quiet, either she’s pooping or getting into trouble…

Here’s where the story turns:

“Sophia?… Whatcha doing?”

“I’m just putting on make-up.”


… I rack my brain, make-up?  Surely not, I don’t have any in the living room… Oh, she’s probably got my chapstick… Finish this address…

“You’re putting on make-up?  Really?  What kind of make-up?”

I suddenly jump up, thinking that maybe I’m too trusting of Sophia, and she’s probably got chapstick all over her and everything around her…

Instead, this is what I find:

Mind you, this picture is taken after I thought to get the camera, i.e. after I cooled down and removed her ruined sweater… It wiped off much of the blue on the way, as I quickly swiped her face with it.  You do NOT want to see the sweater, MY FAVORITE big girl SWEATER!  (Any tips on removing paint from a cotton sweater?)

She was putting on make-up.  Blue, acrylic paint make-up with an eye-brow brush that she found God-knows-where.  Make-up.  Shall we laugh?  Shall we cry?