Soooo pretty

This week, Tyler was watching TV, and there was a kiddie music video on by Miranda Cosgrove.

He was watching and exclaimed, "she is so pretty, Mommy. She is even prettier than you. She is just so pretty. She wins the Guinness World Record for being pretty."

:)

3 Months

Strangely, it feels like Aubrey's been around forever, yet at the same time it's hard to believe she's already 3 months old.

She has discovered her hands...and seems to constantly be chewing on them. She has also discovered her voice. She is not only cooing, but seems to be talking to us too...sometimes, very loudly! I really enjoy hearing her try out her voice. She has started scooting around and I've found her laying the opposite direction in her crib after a nap. She was also diagnosed with having reflux a couple of weeks ago. So far, no medicine needed, just lots of burp rags.

Today, I asked Tyler to stay by Aubrey for a couple of minutes. I came back to find her buried in blankets. He noted that he made sure she didn't have any on her face, so she could breathe. Luckily, she didn't seem to mind.

Strawberry Pie

I got more done than I had anticipated today, with the beautiful spring weather and a cooperative family. So, I'm tired. But, before I head to bed, I wanted to share the recipe for this Cream Cheese-Strawberry pie. (I left off the coconut - it just wasn't what I had in mind). I'm not much of a pie-baker, so ignore the ugliness of my crust (it did taste good, promise)! :)

CREAM CHEESE - STRAWBERRY PIE

ONE 9-INCH PIE: 1 prebaked 9-inch pastry shell OR Graham Cracker shell 1 pkg. (8 oz.) cream cheese, softened 1/2 c. powdered sugar STRAWBERRY FILLING: 1 box fresh strawberries 1/4 c. water 2/3 c. granulated sugar 4 tsp. cornstarch Whipped cream 1. Use a store-bought pastry shell or prepare and bake your own according to your own recipe. Cool.2. Blend cream cheese and powdered sugar. Spread in bottom of pastry shell. 3. Rinse berries, hull and sort, reserving largest and best berries. Crush enough remaining berries to make 1 cup. 4. In small saucepan, mix water, granulated sugar and cornstarch. Add crushed berries. Bring to a boil. Cook for 2 minutes or until thick and clear. Cool. 5. Press whole berries, tips up, into cream cheese. Spoon cooled strawberry mixture evenly over berries. 6. Chill for 3 to 4 hours. 7. When ready to serve, top pie with whipped cream or serve cream alongside.

Olive Bracelets

When I returned from maternity leave, I saw many of my Greiffenstein School family wearing Olive Hope bracelets. I have been touched by this silent sign of their love and support. Though not everyone was at school the day we took this picture, this gives a little glimpse

at some of my caring coworkers. Love you guys!

Easter

Today, we enjoyed celebrating Easter with Ted and Sue.

The little lady talking to Grandma.

Grandma even planned an egg hunt just for Tyler.

Here he is showing off his baskets of eggs. (He shared his loot).


We had a good day. :)

Easter Monsters

This year we decorated eggs to be Monster Eggs. Though not in keeping with the meaning of Easter, they sure were fun to make and cute to look at.

little updates

I just wanted to write a few notes about Little Miss Aubrey... already 11 weeks-old ...before I forget. The last three consecutive nights, I have gotten 8 hours of sleep and Aubrey has had 10-11 hours/night- only interrupted once to re-insert her pacifier. I have probably jinxed it, by putting it in writing, but I have really enjoyed it.

Little Miss sleeps best in her crib, on her belly (which still makes me nervous, I admit) with her pacifier. She seems to sleep better if she has had some outside time during the day, so I'm glad it's warming up. She runs her hand back and forth over the sheet and turns her head from side to side and, usually without crying, she quickly falls asleep. Of course, some times she has an upset tummy, our schedule has been different or she just needs some extra rocking.

She LOVES any ceiling fan or mobile to look at, but especially loves the butterfly mobile above her changing table. She kicks, arms flail, eyes are wide and she squeals and grunts in delight.

She HATES putting on sleeves. After her bath, during which she smiles and coos, and I lay her down and begin putting on her sleeves, she cries. Every. Time. Hates those sleeves.





I love these two.