Hidden Treasures

It doesn't look like much but this little box brought a lot of joy the day it arrived in the mail. My wonderful Grandma found it amongst all her recipes and sent it to me a few weeks ago. It belonged to my sweet momma. It is stuffed full of all her favorite recipes. I felt like I got a little peak into my mom's life as I read through each recipe card. I had originally inquired about my mom's cooking because the theme for the recipe club I attended was "Childhood Favorites". Sadly I couldn't remember much more than the chocolate chip cookies and apple turnovers my mom would make for afterschool snacks. And I am prett sure the turnovers were just the Pillsbury kind. I am sure we were fed many wonderful things but for some reason I don't have many memories of my life prior to age 8. After asking my grandma if she remembered any foods my mom made she dug this recipe box up and sent it to me. I had to laugh when I pulled out the section for salads because it was full of Jell-o salad recipes. I honestly didn't know you could put so many twists on Jell-o. I also found it interesting that some of the recipes called for MSG. I honestly don't know what that seasoning is I just know that all the Chinese restraunts have "NO MSG" painted on their windows.

For those of you who don't know, my mom died almost 19 years ago. Somedays I can't believe it has been that long. As time has passed it isn't painful to think about her. Rather I love remembering her any way I can. I still see her through the eyes of a 7 year old. Which means I place her on a pedistal. A few memories I do have of her are being a room mother at school. I remember her making "units" for me. Not sure if any of you remember the day of "units". Lets just say it is a good thing that fad did not last. I remember her doing my hair and me screaming that it hurt me. I remember singing Madona songs with her in the car. She could do no wrong. I am sure she had her weaknesses but not very many people remember any of them. Because of this I sometimes feel like I will never be as good a mom as she was. The more I learn about her the more I realize she was a very simple women. I wish I had more of her attributes. Whether or not she was perfect she will always be someone I will look to as I learn my role as mom.


About a month after Cambri was born it dawned on me that my mom would have been about the same age as I am right now when she had me. I was home alone with Cambri and I just started crying. I can't even imagine only have 7 short years with my baby girl. I can't help but think that my mom left this world kicking and screaming-because I know I would.


I sit here smiling as I think about her. If you are still reading this entry I want to say thank you for allowing me to reminisce. Hopefully it will get you thinking about your wonderful mom.

Rugby Scars...

This would be one reason why I was scared to have Nate play rugby... I can't get the picture to go the right way but you get the idea. Nate played rugby this last Saturday. I told him he shouldn't because he had so much homework. He promised he would only play the first half and be back in an hour. At 2:30 he calls me and says "We have to go to the hospital". This sends my imagination running. Obviously he isn't dying since I am talking to him on the phone, but the word hospital leaves me feeling nervous. Not to down play his battle wound but I told him next time to please say "I think I need stitches". Maybe not as dramatic, but better for my nerves. Luckily there was a clinic open til 4:00 which saved us from hanging out at the ER all day. The injury ended up requiring 18 stitches.
Just because this picture is much cuter to look at than the first one:)

Funny Bunny!

Back to Blogging...

We finally got the internet set up at our apartment so I am back to the blogging world. It feels so good! I have missed you all.

Am I a boy or a girl?

I was visiting a friend at work when one of her co-workers stopped by because he saw that there was a baby. He cooed at her and then asked "boy or girl?". I understand that her bald head can be deceiving but honestly who dresses their little girl in a purple shirt?

Family Campout...

Last weekend we took a little trip to the woods for a family campout. It worked out perfect because we were at one of those camping sites that had a bathroom and running water (the way I like it), but we were the only ones there so it felt isolated which satisfied Nate's needs. It really was a pretty place. We hope to use it much more next summer. I do have to say that I will be bringing a cot to sleep on next time. I forget that I am getting old and can't sleep on the hard ground anymore. I woke up to feed the baby feeling very ready for the sun to come up so the sleeping part could be over but it was only 1:55am. I took another peak at the clock at 3:00am, 4:00am and 5:00am. Nate was up about this time too which is definitely not his style. You know it was bad when Nate got up at 5:45am to make breakfast because he couldn't sleep anymore. So despite the sleeping part we had a great time.
All bundled up in the tent together.
The hard ground didn't seem to bother the baby at all. She snoozed the whole night.
Nate in all his glory. Nothing makes him more giddy than eating yummy breakfast foods that were cooked over the campfire. He was like a little kid at Christmas.

Attack of the Baby...

It seems that Cambri has impecable timing. About 5 minutes before we had to leave the apartment she vomitted all over the place leaving this mess...(I don't know why the picture is turned sideways).

Apparently she was very proud of herself. She almost looks evil!