Tuesday, August 28, 2012

Even Carrots Can Taste Good...

It all started because I had a bag of carrots in the fridge. I can't remember why I bought them. I'm not the biggest fan of carrots so I really have no idea why they were in my vegetable drawer. They've been in there long enough that if I didn't use them now they would turn bad pretty quickly.

So what do you do with a pound of carrots? I was looking up recipes to add to my regular dinner collection and came across one for carrot souffle. By chance I happened to have all the right ingredients in my fridge.

I boiled those carrots in salt water (the recipe said for 10 minutes, but I did 20 because they weren't soft enough yet.)

Once they were soft I stuck in the blender and turned them into an orange mush.

Next came the milk which was whisked into the carrots. I also added some cayenne, salt and pepper to taste.

Once the half cup of milk had been added, I grated in a bit of sharp cheddar, half a cup of cracker crumbs (gluten free ones for us!) and a quarter cup of minced onion.

 I then placed it into the baking pan to cook when I realized I had forgotten the eggs. I whipped up 2 of those and added them at the last minute. The souffle then baked for about 45 minutes.

 Let me tell you, it was yummy! This is the way to eat carrots. Plus, considering the fancy name "souffle", it really wasn't that difficult.

Olivia can't wait to try it, can you tell?

Friday, August 24, 2012

Something in a Different Strain....

This is a blog post of a more serious nature. The following caught my attention the other day so I thought I'd share it.

While pregnant I had a lot of couch time. I started reading blogs for the first time and found a few fun pregnancy blogs to follow. Now that I'm on the other side of pregnancy, however, I started looking for a blog from a new Mom's perspective. Blogs of good quality are a lot harder to come by under this heading. As much as people have to say about the million things you can't do while pregnant, they are even more so concerning how to raise a child.

I came across a blog divulging a revolutionary discovery that the disciplinary method of time outs is now outdated. This article by Dr Peter Haiman was linked; I'll sum it up so you don't have to read it. Basically Dr. Peter hypothesizes that the reason for misbehavior is that the child's needs are not being met - misbehavior (note the wording) is merely a symptom - the disease being unmet wants, the cure is to meet those wants. Time outs (or any other discipline for that matter) does not cure the disease and only makes it worse, causing more misbehavior and frustration. He says, "Parents can develop a well-behaved, self-disciplined child best by responsively and continuously meeting their child's developmentally normal needs and drives."

Now I'm not pretending to be the expert on child raising. Olivia is only two months old so my experience is pretty much nil. Yet it doesn't take any experience to see the flaw here. Since when were humans good when all their "needs and drives" were met? This theory of child raising shows a complete lack of understanding about human nature. I have a hard time seeing how someone who actually lives with a kid (or even sees one close up occasionally) could hold to this idea even for a minute! I did a little research on this Dr. Haiman to see his qualifications. I could find nothing to show he had any kids of his own. Apparently his qualifications are taking classes and earning the title doctor as well as 25 years of counseling and testifying in court rooms concerning divorce cases and such. So very qualified.

I did find several other blogs that linked this same article. (One blatantly defined disobedience as "an adult judgement of a child's action that is contrary to what the adult expects.")

Just think bout it. A generation of kids believing anything wrong they might ever do is a result of not having a need or drive met correctly.

Kinda scary.

Saturday, August 11, 2012

Best Birthday Gift Ever...

The original purpose of this post has been momentarily diverted. I meant to indulge in a motherly fashion and post a bunch of Olivia pictures, but I'm kinda distracted this morning. You see, I'm looking across the room at my early birthday present and it's looking pretty fine.

For the past few days Paden's been telling me about this surprise gift that he's picked out for my birthday. Last night he headed out with some friends to pick it up.

                                                                 Guess what it was....

                                                                    Yes, a PIANO!!!!!!

       You should have seen them getting it into the house. We really won't be moving anytime soon now.

                                                                    Look at that beauty!

                                                                    And there she sits :)

It's an Ivers and Pond. Chris looked up the serial number and apparently it was made between 1915 and 1920. Yes.

The finish is a little worse for wear with some scratches, some kid went to town on the high octave keys with an orange highlighter, and it seems to be missing a back leg, but it's beautiful and plays perfectly. One day we'll refinish it and make it just like new. For right now, I'm incredibly excited to finally own a piano and it already looks at home here.

I have the best husband ever! :)

And now back to my original post - for those interested here are a TON more Olivia pictures:
This was when she was about 5 or 6 weeks old.

She was beginning to really like her play mat at this point.

We always liked our walk/nap time.

Fat and hot on a 90+ afternoon. Thankfully we now have air conditioning!

Sleeping with our arms up as per usual.

Who's there?!

Always such a cutie :)

Always with the hands...

There is something very fascinating about where she is looking because she is always looking there. We haven't figured out what exactly is so enthralling yet.

She does love her daddy!

This was right before leaving for our first Canada trip!

Right before boarding the plane.

So excited about the first plane ride...

Passed out on the airport changing table.

Don't bug me, I'm sleeping.

Fat and happy, oh yeah.

Showing off some smiles!

Falling asleep right before uncle Taylor's fundraiser.

Passed out.

First day in the new house!

Having a good old time.

A very common expression when she is sleeping. I think it means "just you try and wake me up."

Happy happy!

Never a huge fan of tummy time.

Sometimes waking up is hard.

Shopping with aunt Tabitha and mom!