tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-254872762024-03-07T16:34:32.750-08:00From Rebecca's Kitchen WindowThe life and times of a wife and mother seeking to glorify ChristRebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01170444211550150607noreply@blogger.comBlogger383125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25487276.post-78930239423072311972011-01-20T11:18:00.000-08:002011-02-03T20:12:37.181-08:00Multigrain Oatmeal with Nuts*updated 2/3/11 with corrected serving size and cooking instructions.<div><br /></div><div>I recently found a few boxes of instant multigrain oatmeal on clearance. We loved them and when I went back to look for more, I found out that it was a closeout and they no longer make it. So I made a trip to the bulk section of <a href="http://sprouts.com/home.php">Spouts</a> (a new favorite grocery store of mine) and made my own mix. We're loving it and, if the nutritionists are right, so are our hearts. =)<div><br /></div><div>6 cups of rolled oats</div><div>1/2 cup flaxseed (ground)</div><div>1 cup rolled barley, wheat bran or wheat germ</div><div>1/2 cup amaranth grain </div><div>1/2 cup almond meal</div><div>1 cup chopped nuts (pecans/walnuts)</div><div>1 heaping Tbs cinnamon</div><div>1 tsp salt</div><div>1/4 cup brown sugar</div><div>1/4 cup white sugar</div><div><br /></div><div>Mix and put in a Ziplock back or airtight container. Store in the refrigerator or freezer. </div><div>Use 3/4 cup of mix and 1 1/2 cups water or milk. Microwave 1 minute. Stir and microwave 30 seconds more if needed. </div></div>Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01170444211550150607noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25487276.post-44546352183845164202010-11-19T21:46:00.001-08:002010-11-19T22:19:40.331-08:00A new way to do laundryI recently started thinking about all the time I spend folding laundry, and wondering if I could make better use of that time. <div><br /></div><div>One of the things I often do when I check on my kids in the middle of the night is to gently place my hands on their head, heart, hands and feet and pray that God will give them the mind of Christ, a servant's heart, hands that are quick to help those in need, and feet prepared with the gospel of peace. I decided that my laundry-folding time would be another great opportunity to pray for each member of our family. <div><br /></div><div>I thought about each piece of clothing and the corresponding area of the body (e.g., shirt-heart), and looked up verses relating to that part. I rewrote some of my favorites into prayers, and I think I am going to just pick one or two verses for each piece of clothing, for each load. It'll be a good way for me to hide more of God's word in my heart, too. I hope you'll join me!</div><div>***********************</div><div>In case you need a jump-start, here is my list for shirts--</div><div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; background-color: transparent; font-size: medium; "><ul><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; font-size: 16px; white-space: pre-wrap; ">Deut 30:6 Circumcise ____’s heart that he may love you with his whole heart and live.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; font-size: 16px; white-space: pre-wrap; ">I Chron 16:10 Let ____’s heart rejoice as he seeks you, Lord.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; font-size: 16px; white-space: pre-wrap; ">Psalm 19:4 Let the meditation and thoughts of ____’s heart be pleasing to you, oh God.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; font-size: 16px; white-space: pre-wrap; ">Psalm 20:4 God, grant the desires of ____’s heart and cause all his plans to succeed. </span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; font-size: 16px; white-space: pre-wrap; ">Psalm 73:26 God, be the strength of ____’s heart and his portion forever.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; font-size: 16px; white-space: pre-wrap; ">Psalm 90:12 Teach _____ to number his days so that he may have a heart of wisdom.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; font-size: 16px; white-space: pre-wrap; ">Prov 4:23 Guard ____’s heart.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; font-size: 16px; white-space: pre-wrap; ">Jer 17:9, 24:7 Let _____ understand that without you, his heart is deceitful and desperately wicked. Give him a heart to know you.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; font-size: 16px; white-space: pre-wrap; ">Jer 32:39 Give _____ a singleness of heart and action so that he will always fear you.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; font-size: 16px; white-space: pre-wrap; ">Matt 5:8 Give ______ a pure heart.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; font-size: 16px; white-space: pre-wrap; ">Luke 8:15 Give _____ a good heart so that the seed of your gospel will take root and bear fruit.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; font-size: 16px; white-space: pre-wrap; ">John 14:27 Do not let ____’s heart be troubled and do not let him be afraid. </span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; font-size: 16px; white-space: pre-wrap; ">Ephesians 1:18-19 I pray that the eyes of ____’s heart may be enlightened in order that he may know the hope to which You have called him, the riches of your glorious inheritance in your holy people, and your incomparably great power for those who believe. </span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; font-size: 16px; white-space: pre-wrap; ">Ephesians 3:16-18 I pray that out of your glorious riches you may strengthen _____ with power through your Spirit in his inner being, so that Christ may dwell in his heart through faith. And I pray that ______, being rooted and established in love, may have power, together with all the Lord’s holy people, to grasp how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; font-size: 16px; white-space: pre-wrap; ">Eph 4:32 Make _______ kind and tenderhearted to those around him.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; font-size: 16px; white-space: pre-wrap; ">I Thes 3:12-13 Lord, make ____’s love increase and overflow for each person in this family and for everyone else. Please strengthen his heart so that he will be blameless and holy in your presence, God and Father, when our Lord Jesus comes with all his holy ones.</span></li></ul></div></div></div>Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01170444211550150607noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25487276.post-72686881965258547202010-11-04T09:29:00.000-07:002010-11-04T09:39:14.451-07:00Conversation Snippet 9: Five MinutesYesterday, I set Caleb to play with his Legos in the corner of my room while I took a short nap. After about 15 minutes, I felt a little tap on my arm. <div><br /></div><div>Caleb (in a whisper): Mom, can I have a snack?</div><div>Me: Yes. I'll get it for you in a few minutes. You can just play for a little bit more. Okay?</div><div>Caleb: Okay. But I am<i> </i>kinda hungry. </div><div><br /></div><div>Ten minutes later, I felt another tap on my arm. . .</div><div><br /></div><div>Caleb: Mom, can I have a snack now?</div><div>Me: Sure. I'll get it for you in five minutes. Okay?</div><div>Caleb: Umm, how about just five. Not five minutes.</div><div>Me: Huh??</div><div>Caleb: Five is okay, but not the minute part. Because minutes are sooooooo long. And I am <i>really</i> hungry.</div>Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01170444211550150607noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25487276.post-8274464291957063342010-10-04T21:24:00.001-07:002010-10-04T22:17:46.588-07:00In honor of Ewan Eliezer<div>There is a <a href="http://www.team-ewan.com/2010/10/hope-that-we-have.html">grieving mommy whose arms are empty tonight</a>. They shouldn't be. A sweet baby boy should be cradled there nursing at her breast and staring up into her loving eyes. I hate that it isn't so.<div><br /></div><div>Instead, her arms are empty and her heart is broken. And, my heart is broken for her.</div><div>She is my friend and my sister.</div><div><br /></div><div>I know I cannot comprehend the depth of her grief. I don't fool myself into thinking that I can. I can't. But, I can comprehend the depth of her love, because I am a fellow mother. I love my children with the same fierce and incomprehensible love that she loved her boy. I understand that love and even though Ewan is no longer here, I know that love lives on in his mama. I get that.</div><div><br /></div><div>Even though I never met him, I loved Ewan with a real and tangible love. I remember the joy I felt when I read Kirsten's email, 9 months ago now, that she was expecting a child. Tears of joy and prayers of thanksgiving! I remember the gut wrenching pain I felt when I learned that the child she was carrying had a broken heart and the months I spent praying for a miracle. I remember the nights I spent praying through to the early morning hours, after he was born; I can still taste the tears I shed pleading to God to spare his life.</div><div><br /></div><div>But, we live in a fallen world and even though God is the ultimate victor, sin and death still rule this earth for now. I hate that it is so.</div><div><br /></div><div>I never got to meet Ewan, but someday I will. Death doesn't have the final say. Praise the Lord! Jesus Christ has conquered death. Ewan is in heaven now, perfect and whole, singing to his Maker in the presence of the angels and saints. And someday I will get to meet that precious baby and stand together with him worshiping God. And someday, his mama's broken heart will be healed and all her tears will be diamonds poured at the feet of Jesus.</div><div><br /></div><div>Today is a sad day, but I live in hope of that future day. </div></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYpY1O9tGGHA8ZTVz_D3-njJYJ8-1-pUnUkRklLULIMi3sScRdBFXtLMYuMIPfCBYCv7iIxVZnkKVxhtU40S7bASdymIuBPRL287FnfveWAHoekeFW9Gc_n04KM_66N2iUONot/s1600/61505_435687629676_625014676_5402435_2392694_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYpY1O9tGGHA8ZTVz_D3-njJYJ8-1-pUnUkRklLULIMi3sScRdBFXtLMYuMIPfCBYCv7iIxVZnkKVxhtU40S7bASdymIuBPRL287FnfveWAHoekeFW9Gc_n04KM_66N2iUONot/s320/61505_435687629676_625014676_5402435_2392694_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524426081105565314" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Sing, baby Ewan,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sing, little one.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sing to Jesus.</div><div style="text-align: center;">And, someday, </div><div style="text-align: center;">we'll sing with you.</div>Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01170444211550150607noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25487276.post-49098281940703291962010-05-03T16:07:00.000-07:002010-05-03T18:33:56.724-07:0032 Things1. Jesus Christ--The Savior who is always loving, always faithful, always patient, and always leading me closer to Him.<div>2. Joshua Redin--my amazing husband who serves our family and loves God wholeheartedly</div><div>3. Caleb Redin--the most loving, kind-hearted three-year-old I've ever met</div><div>4. Annabelle Redin--the silliest, joy-filled, most playful girl on this planet</div><div>5. Jonah Redin--for his sweet smiles, snuggles and expressive eyes</div><div>6. RHC--our church here in Singapore that passionately loves Christ and teaches Truth</div><div>7. Extended Family (if I listed everyone that would take up the rest of the 32 items)--so thankful that nearly everyone in our extended family is a brother/sister/father/mother/grandmother not just in this passing world, but a brother/sister in the shining world to come.</div><div>8. Friends--For long-time friends and new ones. For best friends that trek across the world to share our experiences in Singapore, and for neighbor friends who trek down the hall to say hello. For friends that I talk to every day, and for friends who send an email out of the blue every few months. </div><div>9. Health--For the last year which has been relatively sick-less. A minor cold here and there but no major battles.</div><div>10. Daily bread--For the daily food and water we have in abundance. . . in a time when many around the world are suffering for lack of food and drinkable water.</div><div><br /></div><div>--Okay, done with the serious stuff. . . from here on out, there is no particular order and no particular depth =)</div><div><br /></div><div>11. Banana Muffins and a cold glass of milk</div><div>12. Packages from home</div><div>13. My Canon</div><div>14. Photoshop</div><div>15. Legos (what else could keep Caleb occupied for hours on end!?)</div><div>16. Air conditioning</div><div>17. Al Azhar's Indian restaurant</div><div>18. Baby carriers that free up my hands</div><div>19. Naps</div><div>20. Skype</div><div>21. Kaya Toast</div><div>22. Singapore Zoo</div><div>23. The pool</div><div>24. Grocery delivery</div><div>25. Taxis</div><div>26. My iPod and it's player</div><div>27. Hair bows for Annabelle</div><div>28. Pink nail polish</div><div>29. The Mini-mart!</div><div>30. 20-cent popsicles</div><div>31. Free refills (since most places here DON'T have them, I am really thankful for them when I do get them)</div><div>32. Tortillas</div>Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01170444211550150607noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25487276.post-2711584124894910772010-04-12T18:22:00.000-07:002010-04-12T18:31:26.552-07:00Shower Painting<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></div>I recently came up with a way for Annabelle to paint to her heart's content without worrying about the mess.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7tfrvct9pNUlp81iL-l8_bdwp8G5wcfOu9taonusZSyNp5-aJNcd7v3-vvfCijdzW_1Fgx_UQeN8yuI3FhM-G0uaVRqllZgg_Yr5BHZUCQhh-wyuR_U2NVda6gdUCDNFlGzEh/s1600/shower+painting.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 209px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7tfrvct9pNUlp81iL-l8_bdwp8G5wcfOu9taonusZSyNp5-aJNcd7v3-vvfCijdzW_1Fgx_UQeN8yuI3FhM-G0uaVRqllZgg_Yr5BHZUCQhh-wyuR_U2NVda6gdUCDNFlGzEh/s320/shower+painting.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459428027309686386" /></a><br />When she's done, I just take the painting off the wall, turn on the water and let her take a shower. Instant clean-up! It's a lot easier than dealing with this:<div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCvXWBik7RzTQTjGLas-MyG4uFmNaK3-SVdNw16X2XIiT4TEhUXtbwMU9laeyXokPf8iCP_Fqw_9co5gLJaG6PXFJ7GsoyHVEl07SpBp8eBYNC_NPMp9ntyFDXjkCfhqvr1SNm/s1600/2010+04+09+A+painting.png"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCvXWBik7RzTQTjGLas-MyG4uFmNaK3-SVdNw16X2XIiT4TEhUXtbwMU9laeyXokPf8iCP_Fqw_9co5gLJaG6PXFJ7GsoyHVEl07SpBp8eBYNC_NPMp9ntyFDXjkCfhqvr1SNm/s320/2010+04+09+A+painting.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459428045366485058" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 281px; " /></a></div>Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01170444211550150607noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25487276.post-83264695738303947482010-04-08T20:04:00.000-07:002010-04-08T20:09:43.410-07:00Conversation Snippet 8: TunaCaleb had his first tuna fish sandwich yesterday. <div><br /></div><div>Caleb after his first bite: Mom, what <i>is </i>this?</div><div>Me: It's a tuna fish sandwich.</div><div>Caleb: Hmmm. . . well, I like the tuna part okay, but I don't really like the fish part.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01170444211550150607noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25487276.post-3952469966713846632010-04-08T19:03:00.000-07:002010-04-08T19:21:00.641-07:00Conversation Snippet 7: Pretty<div><i>Alternate Title: Why Everyone Should Keep a 3-year-old in the House</i></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYufMz4rdSM26IG7OaisOgyuPA6C4YiYD8x8nyDo7_OjLwuA7dwPUwC6ytkTeUxzkLyYfNIxPEMXbH7PTgXMcv1QDLScVWOpqZhrZdUIBXpVR5kzNcAcMVOQ0aXxtpY53wM9c5/s1600/2010+04+04+Caleb+smiling.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYufMz4rdSM26IG7OaisOgyuPA6C4YiYD8x8nyDo7_OjLwuA7dwPUwC6ytkTeUxzkLyYfNIxPEMXbH7PTgXMcv1QDLScVWOpqZhrZdUIBXpVR5kzNcAcMVOQ0aXxtpY53wM9c5/s320/2010+04+04+Caleb+smiling.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457956579092688674" /></a><br />I was standing out on the utility balcony this morning hanging a load of laundry. It is a hot and humid day, and I was sweating after just a minute of being out there. Add that on top of the fact that I've been sick all week, haven't showered in over a day, was sporting a very sloppy bed-head, and was still wearing my pajamas, and you can picture the sight. <br /><br />I noticed Caleb standing in the doorway watching me work. Then, out of nowhere:<br /><br />Caleb: Mom, you're really pretty.<br />Me: Thanks, Caleb. <br />Caleb: I mean, even though you don't have good clothes on, you're still really pretty.<br />Me: Thanks, Caleb. <br />Caleb: You're welcome, Mom. (and off he went to play)<br /><br />I think he was probably the only person who could have given that complement in complete sincerity of heart. There really is something wonderful about having a 3-year-old!Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01170444211550150607noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25487276.post-37528464117829512652010-03-19T02:47:00.001-07:002010-03-29T01:15:43.828-07:00Jonah's Birth Story<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjORAr6zk7G5-SylUczrxTABlsGpOcZj1Vy_yehherJM6gt8k8XdiHEFOIxRsmUcT9n_LoUCTXvB98kDQ4Huba0oThfC9-qg7WT0LffxJZI87Tpt2oRpZtwPs6DEr0WNGmIgtxC/s1600-h/Mom&Jonah-email.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjORAr6zk7G5-SylUczrxTABlsGpOcZj1Vy_yehherJM6gt8k8XdiHEFOIxRsmUcT9n_LoUCTXvB98kDQ4Huba0oThfC9-qg7WT0LffxJZI87Tpt2oRpZtwPs6DEr0WNGmIgtxC/s400/Mom&Jonah-email.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450279522174889346" /></a><br />Quite a few people have asked me to post Jonah's birth story. Here you go =)<div>*******************************************</div><div><br /></div><div>A little background on public transport first: Since cars are outrageous to own and maintain here in Singapore, we rely on buses and taxis. That means that even a simple trip to the nearby grocery store can turn into a huge outing if we happen to miss the bus or if we can't hail a taxi quickly. If we are really desperate, we can call the taxi company and book a taxi (and pay an extra fee), but even that isn't foolproof. Just two days ago, we spent over 20 minutes on hold, attempting to get through to the booking agent-- after trying to hail a taxi on the street for over 30 minutes! </div><div><br /></div><div>So. . . what does this have to do with Jonah's birth? A lot. My previous two labors were short and without warning (3 hrs for Caleb, and 90 minutes for Annabelle) and I was pretty sure this labor would be quick, too. I had visions (nightmares is more like it) of delivering in a taxi en route to the hospital. And apparently my fears weren't unfounded because the doctor had the same concern. About a month before my due date, she broached the subject of planning an induction. My first pick would have been too let my body go into labor naturally, but given the circumstances, I was relieved that the doctor was willing to jump start things to avoid a taxi drama!</div><div><br /></div><div>On Monday, March 1st, I went in for my 38-week check-up. I was already dilated to 3.5 cm so the doctor arranged for me to check in the next morning. It's a strange thing to go to bed knowing that you'll wake up and have a baby in your arms by the end of the day. Needless to say I didn't sleep well on Monday night!!</div><div><br /></div><div>Our friend volunteered to watch Caleb and Annabelle, so after dropping them off at her house, Josh and I headed to the hospital. We got checked in and the doctor broke my water around 10:30AM. We waited an hour and a half to see if I would start contractions on my own. I had a bit of light cramping, but they were strongest just after my water broke and had subsided by the time 12:30 rolled around. The doctor decided to put me on a drip to induce labor. Unfortunately, I have ridiculously small veins and it took over 20 minutes for the nurse to get an IV line inserted. They finally started the drip a few minutes before 1:00. They started me off on the lowest dose possible, but even so, contractions started immediately. YIKES! It felt like going from zero to sixty in 3 seconds flat. The nurse manager came in around 1:15 and checked me-- 6 cm. She told me just to call her when I felt like pushing. She bustled around the room checking the IV and getting things in order and, no joke. . . two contractions later I suddenly felt the unmistakable urge to push. I told the nurse and much to my surprise, she started pulling out all the delivery items while dialing the doctor on her cell phone. I looked at Josh and he looked at me. . . this lady was obviously overreacting! After all, I was only at 6 cm about 2 minutes before. I almost questioned her, but the next contraction started before I could get the chance and once that one hit, I really didn't care if she was overreacting or not. The doctor arrived about 3 or 4 minutes later (her office is only 4 floors above the L&D ward), threw on her gear and sat down. On the next contraction, she gave me the okay to push and two pushes later, Jonah was born! The doctor immediately put him on my tummy and I was the one who got to make the announcement, "We have a boy!!!" (Josh said he was totally speechless because the whole thing happened so fast. I didn't mind, though. . . I was kind of fun to get to be the first to announce it!) 1:24 PM--just a little less than 30 minutes the first contraction. Jonah cried immediately which is always a beautiful sound! </div><div><br /></div><div>Each time I've delivered, I'm always amazed at how immediate the relief is and how quickly I forget that only minutes before I was in agonizing pain. The joy is overwhelming and sudden! </div><div><br /></div><div>As cool as it would have been for Jonah to say he had been delivered in a Singaporean Taxi, I'm pretty darn happy that's NOT his birth story =)</div>Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01170444211550150607noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25487276.post-91915301985142516532010-02-21T14:56:00.000-08:002010-02-21T15:04:20.516-08:00Conversation Snippet 6: When I'm the bossOn Friday, I was singing a rousing rendition of "What Can Wash Away My Sins?" as I was putting away laundry first thing after breakfast. Apparently, it was too early in the morning for Caleb's liking (either that or he thinks I can't sing!) because he came into my bedroom, flopped on the bed and we had the following conversation:<div><br /></div><div>Caleb: Mom, you need to stop singing that song.</div><div>Me: Nope. You can't tell me what to do because you're the son and I'm the Mommy. You may ask me politely, but I might still say no because God made me the boss of you when He made me your Mommy.</div><div>Caleb: When do I get to be the boss?</div><div>Me: When you grow up and you are the Daddy then you can be the boss.</div><div>Caleb: Hmm (thinking quite seriously). . . Well just so you know, when I grow up and I'm the boss and I'm singing really loud and my son comes and tells me to stop, I will listen to him!</div>Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01170444211550150607noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25487276.post-14421891493249402672010-02-16T16:36:00.000-08:002010-02-16T16:39:41.817-08:00Afternoon Stroll<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTANTvdBlUsPvW7psgujmt0qnCVN7WttPpy7_mLNfGiiCFxCqdRr_wMZYrCsjO16XcPIGcgFcwwG6TAh8E0GLGD7-jRM1t751Yh_wJC5eFV748O0y4vz-TpnctBpr_f7F5f9I_/s1600-h/Holding+Hands.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 305px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTANTvdBlUsPvW7psgujmt0qnCVN7WttPpy7_mLNfGiiCFxCqdRr_wMZYrCsjO16XcPIGcgFcwwG6TAh8E0GLGD7-jRM1t751Yh_wJC5eFV748O0y4vz-TpnctBpr_f7F5f9I_/s400/Holding+Hands.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439004988517343986" /></a>Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01170444211550150607noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25487276.post-80435428036781740312010-02-15T16:02:00.001-08:002010-02-15T16:06:21.292-08:00Little Bo Peep<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrUVep00X8qFEYhSW-FuSa5DK3f-CvhBQw4BuQKYNXXrTMFsfdT2Rxp2nx4d0eDsTRIBTS2RMo-OYkguwn1qGA60rfwPhzIhM8-_DF_6_IMF3VMEOIyRfg4uoUSOthsaUIuW2A/s1600-h/AnnabelleOnPath.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrUVep00X8qFEYhSW-FuSa5DK3f-CvhBQw4BuQKYNXXrTMFsfdT2Rxp2nx4d0eDsTRIBTS2RMo-OYkguwn1qGA60rfwPhzIhM8-_DF_6_IMF3VMEOIyRfg4uoUSOthsaUIuW2A/s400/AnnabelleOnPath.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438625406140161026" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; ">Little Bo Peep has lost her sheep</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b>and doesn't know where to find them.</b></i></div>Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01170444211550150607noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25487276.post-48154995532964093242010-02-15T01:51:00.000-08:002010-02-15T01:55:36.044-08:00February<div style="text-align: center;">The upside to the perpetually hot weather here is that we can do THIS. . .</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb0_OXhHj69XQlbqRpnSCUoUgPR6lLINJHDbg4SUdiYIBDuOhxyUUpFH2l-Le6NaRtx3TlYRymMHhFbxe-CUkoMXQECske7TnuDxRytHz7YGTY89mljBuRS1mOLPOJfnN4iAup/s1600-h/Swimming+Collage.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 163px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb0_OXhHj69XQlbqRpnSCUoUgPR6lLINJHDbg4SUdiYIBDuOhxyUUpFH2l-Le6NaRtx3TlYRymMHhFbxe-CUkoMXQECske7TnuDxRytHz7YGTY89mljBuRS1mOLPOJfnN4iAup/s400/Swimming+Collage.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438405906819734578" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">in February!</div>Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01170444211550150607noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25487276.post-21279818321309496682010-02-08T15:04:00.000-08:002010-02-08T15:26:01.691-08:00Recipe: Banana Muffins<div style="text-align: left;">After doing some "research" and combining a couple recipes, I do believe I've come up with the world's best banana muffins (that may be a <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">tiny</span> overstatement). =) Anyway, give them a try. . . I think you'll like them!</div><div><br /></div><div><i>Tip: These muffins freeze very well and make for a great fast breakfast. To freeze: cool muffins completely then wrap each one in plastic wrap. Place all muffins in a gallon sized freezer bag and freeze. Reheat individual muffins for 30-45 seconds.</i> <div><br /></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">Banana Muffins</span></b></div><div><br /></div><div><i>Preheat oven to 350F. Spray muffin pan with nonstick spray.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>In a mixing bowl, combine:</i></div><div>3 large mashed bananas (the riper the better)</div><div>1/4 cup brown sugar</div><div>1/2 cup white sugar</div><div>1 egg</div><div>1/3 cup softened butter</div><div>1 tsp vanilla</div><div>2 tsp cinnamon</div><div><br /></div><div><i>In another bowl, sift together and then add all at once to wet mixture:</i></div><div>1 1/2 c flour</div><div>1 tsp baking powder</div><div>1 tsp soda</div><div>1/2 tsp salt.</div><div><br /></div><div><i>Fold in dry ingredients. Do not overmix.</i></div><div><i>Fill muffin tin (should make about 12 large muffins).</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>In a small bowl, combine until crumbly:</i></div><div>1/4 cup butter (not too soft)</div><div>2/3 cup flour</div><div>3 Tbs brown sugar</div><div>1 tsp cinnamon</div><div><br /></div><div><i>Sprinkle crumb mixture on muffins.</i></div><div><i>Bake at 350F for about 25 minutes.</i></div></div>Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01170444211550150607noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25487276.post-22359050858586539082010-01-25T23:02:00.000-08:002010-01-25T23:10:20.442-08:00JabberwokyLewis Carroll has nothing on Annabelle. She is the Queen of Jabberwocky.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/w_CaBVxINL0&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/w_CaBVxINL0&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01170444211550150607noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25487276.post-12284392061651192842010-01-25T22:30:00.001-08:002010-02-15T01:57:10.248-08:00What we've been up to lately. . .<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgalgJVTkuYjEpxqQ_sl4Upi0rkcivQ092-ZMWbuR_wdetrjy2Y91fLPFjDs5DjAvQONnOxQ2Ui1M9lAyX13ILdkh0tJB3VjIAeYZkzeczmBLRSeoYstdjmlEEoO8ThbwjivSyc/s1600-h/Fingerpainting.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgalgJVTkuYjEpxqQ_sl4Upi0rkcivQ092-ZMWbuR_wdetrjy2Y91fLPFjDs5DjAvQONnOxQ2Ui1M9lAyX13ILdkh0tJB3VjIAeYZkzeczmBLRSeoYstdjmlEEoO8ThbwjivSyc/s400/Fingerpainting.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430932576730114850" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Finger Painting (or, in Annabelle's case, Body Painting)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">and. . .</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdczEelyRGcIfWq-mgHZRDRsh5pGj62cIQyEDd1Fx6_EVnQZRgYJxw6LNk0liPOb1iyDFQU_0khyphenhyphenhfQt42OSvuG1b1arTFzkX7w9M9SXRclq_jZk2Uwrz2V8HjCLuw00CIhtUG/s1600-h/ElephantMasks.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 262px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdczEelyRGcIfWq-mgHZRDRsh5pGj62cIQyEDd1Fx6_EVnQZRgYJxw6LNk0liPOb1iyDFQU_0khyphenhyphenhfQt42OSvuG1b1arTFzkX7w9M9SXRclq_jZk2Uwrz2V8HjCLuw00CIhtUG/s400/ElephantMasks.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430932563732919730" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Pretending to be Elephants at the Zoo. . . </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">and. . </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">A little bit of "Crazy Time".</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AxzD41CzUng&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AxzD41CzUng&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01170444211550150607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25487276.post-4514715725852831252009-12-24T04:48:00.001-08:002009-12-24T04:49:22.017-08:00Merry Christmas!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeayP5TIhC3KtJOKaNtBGPcOqcIkzPwT7mRo9MbFvrzp5637MFlB96VS4CguqhfOctprKF3r2IOgOy29bJTUnQ6wev0d-_6KSAhevLd1ul9fVhGyFqgWfSJnFyI5vGVltYzGkR/s1600-h/candy-cane-bath-tub.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 244px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeayP5TIhC3KtJOKaNtBGPcOqcIkzPwT7mRo9MbFvrzp5637MFlB96VS4CguqhfOctprKF3r2IOgOy29bJTUnQ6wev0d-_6KSAhevLd1ul9fVhGyFqgWfSJnFyI5vGVltYzGkR/s400/candy-cane-bath-tub.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418783929364157538" /></a>Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01170444211550150607noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25487276.post-48372155909810172472009-12-21T02:58:00.000-08:002009-12-21T02:59:07.419-08:00Baby #3<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; white-space: pre; "><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DNMF29JMM7M&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DNMF29JMM7M&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></span>Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01170444211550150607noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25487276.post-64714425547196637042009-12-15T14:47:00.001-08:002009-12-15T14:58:33.571-08:00Caption Contest<div>Well, actually this is more like a Captionfest than a Caption Contest since there isn't a prize (unless the glory of having the best caption is prize enough for you). </div><div><br /></div><div>To play along, just leave a comment with a caption for this photo. I'll kick it off. . . </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOAbT8pWRvG8CGcDjtjLT-PheI8-d5rhbDVTsemDy_2tGY3JMH8ZPgBB50gmTR8usR0qniCCcsc8-NXNgDUHoO50F-XQAul5-3bUtyNjGPRNmZdBWdQ5oliCJffYjbMPgboLpF/s1600-h/232323232%7Ffp63264%3Enu=3288%3E965%3E3%3C-%3EWSNRCG=338564794-32-nu0mrj.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 376px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOAbT8pWRvG8CGcDjtjLT-PheI8-d5rhbDVTsemDy_2tGY3JMH8ZPgBB50gmTR8usR0qniCCcsc8-NXNgDUHoO50F-XQAul5-3bUtyNjGPRNmZdBWdQ5oliCJffYjbMPgboLpF/s400/232323232%7Ffp63264%3Enu=3288%3E965%3E3%3C-%3EWSNRCG=338564794-32-nu0mrj.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415598627041030130" /></a>Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01170444211550150607noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25487276.post-7277600670230481882009-12-14T23:33:00.000-08:002009-12-14T23:40:20.496-08:00Mom's Group<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0j9UegCSi-681kmZWg1Fdhtjlbxj6yUHWBfaUL4fFUUH2dlWSIpFouCjJ34mykF4IoInHGrS4dly_p09YcBA08XkoNhIMxTFBknAQotOHrY0Df3cPKX_lDMY-ojpzMOIJG7yW/s1600-h/of=50,590,368.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 199px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0j9UegCSi-681kmZWg1Fdhtjlbxj6yUHWBfaUL4fFUUH2dlWSIpFouCjJ34mykF4IoInHGrS4dly_p09YcBA08XkoNhIMxTFBknAQotOHrY0Df3cPKX_lDMY-ojpzMOIJG7yW/s320/of=50,590,368.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415364395129331074" /></a><br /><div>One of the things I love most about <a href="http://redemptionhill.sg/">the church we attend</a> is the Mom's group I am part of. It is a great group of women and I look forward to the fellowship and encouragement every week. Recently, we had an outing at the Botanical Gardens and one of our church members offered to come and take some photos for us.</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirZCoCMOdL2BdYkXRAfmq0GpoRcg5nTwJS_D9gEblkvkJh13XQOJH0nB4zEBn320b-gi0OiTKA78gZA-FXEW94Gaj0yXbQlnNI00ebKxU_ENWOHQavMnByl6tIXKpO00EarnO8/s1600-h/of=50,288,442.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 209px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirZCoCMOdL2BdYkXRAfmq0GpoRcg5nTwJS_D9gEblkvkJh13XQOJH0nB4zEBn320b-gi0OiTKA78gZA-FXEW94Gaj0yXbQlnNI00ebKxU_ENWOHQavMnByl6tIXKpO00EarnO8/s320/of=50,288,442.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415364098931339922" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVbvJC3136RMFtmlEpswyl1cNHKjgRxqxxmP_1hts-n6ctydVoyfKtLO4eE5eysczyKaOsJawRpPm9Sjbl_OFVruuMpXkpbjPS8BADn3O8zKDtsWIv47qvdpFbIVt5fA2AuKMx/s1600-h/232323232%7Ffp63253%3Enu=3288%3E965%3E3%3C-%3EWSNRCG=338564733432-nu0mrj.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 285px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVbvJC3136RMFtmlEpswyl1cNHKjgRxqxxmP_1hts-n6ctydVoyfKtLO4eE5eysczyKaOsJawRpPm9Sjbl_OFVruuMpXkpbjPS8BADn3O8zKDtsWIv47qvdpFbIVt5fA2AuKMx/s320/232323232%7Ffp63253%3Enu=3288%3E965%3E3%3C-%3EWSNRCG=338564733432-nu0mrj.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415364090546388530" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimqoWHptW8XF_f0G9eICyfmsVyzZXM2U3cOpqjGvx_KkFEKVxdO-xTQF4ry871yNCYYH7A0bZdQVorSbvK5W8C2NGFcVK6oPpO2zI_TQ3TXn2VaKimWgNf2iTBtR-PuuAmJgW-/s1600-h/232323232%7Ffp63252%3Enu=3288%3E965%3E3%3C-%3EWSNRCG=3385635;-732-nu0mrj.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimqoWHptW8XF_f0G9eICyfmsVyzZXM2U3cOpqjGvx_KkFEKVxdO-xTQF4ry871yNCYYH7A0bZdQVorSbvK5W8C2NGFcVK6oPpO2zI_TQ3TXn2VaKimWgNf2iTBtR-PuuAmJgW-/s320/232323232%7Ffp63252%3Enu=3288%3E965%3E3%3C-%3EWSNRCG=3385635;-732-nu0mrj.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415364085628759522" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB9XJZFS3DU24kb-9HnGw7PfST2mdxcOMAIRrbtfzO9mCaJJsPKsDjU7hh2Ej-Xl6MxB22NY_xroQpOCsmT5Q1GR5EzvSLrtE-6BzpTc10HMf5iooJxDYDfxxXG3eZUfJOf0dV/s1600-h/232323232%7Ffp63245%3Enu=3288%3E965%3E3%3C-%3EWSNRCG=338564794932-nu0mrj.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 223px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB9XJZFS3DU24kb-9HnGw7PfST2mdxcOMAIRrbtfzO9mCaJJsPKsDjU7hh2Ej-Xl6MxB22NY_xroQpOCsmT5Q1GR5EzvSLrtE-6BzpTc10HMf5iooJxDYDfxxXG3eZUfJOf0dV/s320/232323232%7Ffp63245%3Enu=3288%3E965%3E3%3C-%3EWSNRCG=338564794932-nu0mrj.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415364078052212018" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOB1W7LRlmq5ze6_g2Jfczy44Vi0eTIGuXxafiIyjLstBJ6WU1gyZfqg6YBFsKwtPt19m4F71wHmc98hzDfRj-i7VucSw6mTO54e-mNa1RNtflh6Hjo0vgkf9r45ulw7rWs-LY/s1600-h/232323232%7Ffp6327;%3Enu=3288%3E965%3E3%3C-%3EWSNRCG=338564793832-nu0mrj.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOB1W7LRlmq5ze6_g2Jfczy44Vi0eTIGuXxafiIyjLstBJ6WU1gyZfqg6YBFsKwtPt19m4F71wHmc98hzDfRj-i7VucSw6mTO54e-mNa1RNtflh6Hjo0vgkf9r45ulw7rWs-LY/s320/232323232%7Ffp6327;%3Enu=3288%3E965%3E3%3C-%3EWSNRCG=338564793832-nu0mrj.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415364068866301970" /></a>Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01170444211550150607noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25487276.post-55908972971076819142009-11-18T22:25:00.000-08:002009-11-18T22:43:17.402-08:00The Thankful Tree<div><br /></div><div>I thought I'd share an idea I had for a simple craft to make with your toddlers to help them prepare for Thanksgiving. (I'm sure I'm not the first person with this idea!)</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">The Thankful Tree</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb4EVhNGXlRW9XJbBWCBHIyEdvPWwvP-QSkgXrkQ_BW76qH1QcuFIeSyGfv8CF0wTus8HRuBM1LzxioDXkdAgQkMJ61EVSumzMytzcTRBUSb6q_Fo_kVbnbR0juYBGaiCa-NOe/s1600/Thankful+Tree"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 317px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb4EVhNGXlRW9XJbBWCBHIyEdvPWwvP-QSkgXrkQ_BW76qH1QcuFIeSyGfv8CF0wTus8HRuBM1LzxioDXkdAgQkMJ61EVSumzMytzcTRBUSb6q_Fo_kVbnbR0juYBGaiCa-NOe/s320/Thankful+Tree" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405698359148714082" /></a><br /><div>You will need:<div><ul><li>Construction paper: brown, green, orange, red, yellow</li><li>Scissors</li><li>Glue</li><li>Marker</li><li>Bigger sheet of paper for "canvas"</li></ul></div><div><br /><div>I cut out a tree trunk, limbs, and leaves. Caleb was in charge of pasting. We started with an empty tree and then I asked him to think of something he was thankful for. I then wrote that item/person on a leaf and he pasted the leaf to his tree. When the tree was full of leaves, we prayed and gave thanks to God for each leaf on Caleb's Thankful Tree. </div></div></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9NgHf6YUMHerJQQLsO3sCXNhgcIYy-WXZYlMvcLHIWY7kD44MEfs-DbVtww7cfURBMVDaTDOf0cJ66hQxAjzo_h2B0hb2fLR9rNRtXyaMtnPNfW67KxbuN_9iF-y6nrJZ263w/s1600/Caleb+and+Thankful+Tree"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9NgHf6YUMHerJQQLsO3sCXNhgcIYy-WXZYlMvcLHIWY7kD44MEfs-DbVtww7cfURBMVDaTDOf0cJ66hQxAjzo_h2B0hb2fLR9rNRtXyaMtnPNfW67KxbuN_9iF-y6nrJZ263w/s320/Caleb+and+Thankful+Tree" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405698350826393394" /></a><br /><div><div> You could make this as simple or complex as you wanted. If you have more than one preschooler, you could use a different color leaf for each child. Or, you could even make it a family tree with larger leaves and more room to write (our little leaves only had room for one word, which worked fine for a three-year-old) . The possibilities are endless ;-)</div></div></div>Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01170444211550150607noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25487276.post-17517807056204098612009-10-30T00:51:00.000-07:002009-10-30T00:56:04.291-07:00Bye, Mom!Yesterday evening, I went out with a group of moms from our church for a Mom's Night Out. Just as I was walking out the door, Caleb called from the living room, "Bye, Mom!! Have fun and be careful! It's slippery out there." Josh (who at the time of my departure was changing a nasty blowout diaper in the back of the house) told me later that just after I left, Caleb came running to him and said, "Dad, don't worry. . . I said goodbye to Mom and told her something she would be happy to hear. I told her to be careful because it is slippery."<div><br /></div><div>Where does he get this stuff??</div>Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01170444211550150607noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25487276.post-22433520048631979122009-10-23T00:52:00.000-07:002009-10-23T01:15:25.451-07:00Banana Pops!<div>I know it's the end of summer for most of you, but if you're in the mood for one last taste of summer, give this a try. I'm not a banana fanatic, but these are delish and super easy to make. This is a great "cooking" project for toddlers. Caleb was able to do almost every step (with help) and he was so proud of the finished product.</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7aWuPKOBm60XoIhOd417IHhrw6hb4ylVGKZnKd2ffMXdfTFRxfT_1TZnB6LU-K3wKITHPBzllIpvm0Ak6EONMiRVPy44oXuroV87I4jX8CP4CPuUaIMszZz35th4E4WunwJnd/s1600-h/pops.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7aWuPKOBm60XoIhOd417IHhrw6hb4ylVGKZnKd2ffMXdfTFRxfT_1TZnB6LU-K3wKITHPBzllIpvm0Ak6EONMiRVPy44oXuroV87I4jX8CP4CPuUaIMszZz35th4E4WunwJnd/s320/pops.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395704375654217826" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold; ">Mmmmmmm!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">(sorry, this is a terrible picture)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><div><b><i>Chocolate & Peanut Butter Banana Pops</i></b></div><div>4 Bananas</div><div>8 popsicle sticks</div><div>about 1/2 cup chocolate chips</div><div>2-3 Tbs peanut butter</div><div>2 tsp butter</div><div>sprinkles</div><div><br /></div><div>Line a baking sheet with parchment paper. Cut the bananas in half, leaving the peel intact. Insert a popsicle stick 1/2 into into each banana and then peel <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">(this keeps the banana from breaking apart)</span>. Place the bananas a parchment paper lined baking sheet and freeze for about 15 minutes to chill the bananas <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">(this makes the chocolate stick better)</span>.</div><div><br /></div><div>Microwave the chocolate chips, peanut butter and butter for 30 seconds. Stir and repeat until melted. Dip the partially-frozen bananas into chocolate mixture. Sprinkle with decorations and return to freezer. </div><div><br /></div><div>Allow to freeze for at least 3 hours.</div></div>Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01170444211550150607noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25487276.post-74526847665787397222009-10-14T00:08:00.000-07:002009-10-14T00:09:08.621-07:00Annabelle's First Few Steps<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BbrGeXZiOPQ&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BbrGeXZiOPQ&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01170444211550150607noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25487276.post-3234021920678974212009-10-14T00:02:00.000-07:002009-10-14T00:07:41.743-07:00THREE!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGc6_bE6sMkjX0_Z3fhs7ciKgGgLHEROEuxrskFTyIwrYuSxitJHN7Ddvpzn6Ke_UgFA7o_pg_jsfPVSL9g-iTrToxN6rtk9tHco68aBRe114CstuntIkDeYA5srDIrUxZ_tle/s1600-h/IMG_6629.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGc6_bE6sMkjX0_Z3fhs7ciKgGgLHEROEuxrskFTyIwrYuSxitJHN7Ddvpzn6Ke_UgFA7o_pg_jsfPVSL9g-iTrToxN6rtk9tHco68aBRe114CstuntIkDeYA5srDIrUxZ_tle/s400/IMG_6629.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392348266131378818" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; ">Happy Birthday, My Big Boy!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(the pink cake was supposed to be red, but we ran short on the food coloring)</span></div>Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01170444211550150607noreply@blogger.com4