Starts with L {Blake & Colb}

This one.

I tell you.

:)

She learned the letter L the other day. When I asked her what starts with L, I was surprised that she could list off four things quickly. When I prompted her for more, she even said, Liam (our friends' dog). Not bad!

Over the next couple of days, we had several conversations that went exactly like this:

Blakely, what starts with the letter L?

Ladybug starts with L
Lion (ROAR) starts with L
and Miss Lizabeth, mommy.

What else? 

Lizard starts with L
and Liam, mama.

Cute, right? Probably standard for her age. I don't really know. But here's what is really cute, er, not-so-cute... :)

I took this video after several flawless rounds of "what starts with L?" I thought for sure she'd practically sing it for the iPhone camera.

What am I talking about? I've never even heard her say that before!
Oh, my girl.

My other one, too. I can't get enough. She is three months and some change right now! She grabs at everything, especially her owl taggie that Auntie Anna made her. Our daily goal is still to keep her sweet skin from being scorched while we chase after big sister. She flips from her back to stomach constantly and pretty much owns the Bumbo. The girl sleeps 12 hours a night and the way she sucks her fingers, well, they might as well be pixi sticks! Already can't imagine this family without her.

Easy Coffee Cake (with Greek Yogurt and Cranberries)

My little blue-eyed one is munching on my new favorite cranberry coffee cake creation.

I scheduled a couple of morning play dates last week and I wanted to come bearing coffee cake. Some concoction of banana bread or muffins (laced with flax seed and whole wheat everything) are my morning stand-bys for taking along. But, this time I decided to shy away from uber amounts of fiber and make something a tad richer.

Still, I wanted to use greek yogurt and well, I just can't put away my flax seed. I searched online for a recipe using sour cream and Bisquick. Sooo not my usual keywords, but I had easy and delicious on my mind. I  read over a few recipes and adapted from there. I swapped in greek yogurt, cut back on sugar, and added some extras.

The end result was pretty darn good. Definitely worth sharing (it's fast and easy) and a recipe I want to archive for my own sake!

Here it is uncooked...

Here's what I did...

preheat: 325
grease 9x13 pan

Combine the following to make the cake:
2 cups Bisquick
3/4 cup sugar
flax seed (however much you like)
1/2 cup butter
2 eggs
1 cup yogurt (I used Greek)

Mix on medium speed until batter becomes fluffy

Combine (in a separate bowl) the following to make the topping/filling:
1 cup brown sugar
1 cup sugar
1 tablespoon (or more) cinnamon
nutmeg to taste (if you like)
1 cup cranberries (pre-soaked and strained -- to soften)
chopped nuts or dark chocolate (if you like)

Now...prepare in pan:
spread half of cake batter in the bottom of the pan
spread half of topping/filling over batter in pan
spread rest of the batter over the topping/filling
use rest of topping/filling as final layer
use a knife to marbelize by creating a zig-zag pattern in the pan

Bake for approximately 45 minutes (I'm sure ovens vary). A toothpick should come out clean when done. Cake will appear golden. 

While great for breakfast, I preferred it later in the evening as dessert...warmed with cool whip on top!

Blakely was happy to share hugs and some scrumptious coffee cake with these little ones!

The baby sisters got in on the fun, too... well, their idea of fun anyway. :)

Enjoy!

The Macro Happens

Sometimes I struggle with my feelings towards social networking.

I have an iPhone.

When I wish I'd grab my bible, I sometimes find myself scrolling through my Facebook news feed or glancing at Instagram photos.

When I wish I'd stay solely in the moment with my daughters, I find myself pulling up a camera app, grabbing a shot, doing a quick edit, and texting my mom.

Ugh. I love the creative technology, but I hate that it tugs on me so.

Today, while cruising Facebook, I noticed an article. I needed to hear this.

*From momlifetoday.com (post titled: Kids, I Quit!) --emphasis is mine:

I am convinced that my daily life with my children teaches them how to react to their world.  They model behavior they learn from me, from you.  So, if my child mopes, pouts or lashes out I need to sober up and realize they just may have learned to lash out from me.  Ouch!

One of the problems we moms have is that we try to do mothering under our own power and as a result we make the mistake of concentrating on the micro instead of the macro.

Yes, you’ve wiped down the kitchen counter for the seventh time while asking your daughter to play nice with her little brother and share (with a kind word) for the seventeenth time and there’s so much left to be done – still.

But, what have you really done that you are not always quick to recognize?  You have taught your children hour after hour how to react to life.

How to care for others, how to work hard and do what needs to get done, how to get along well with others – all good things that will serve them well. Don’t lose sight of the vast importance of how you wear each micro task in the macro of God’s plan.

To read the post in full, click here.

I need to remember that in the little things, big things are happening! My girls are watching. learning. absorbing.

For various reasons, this week has been both trying and amazing. But, I have no room for ungratefulness in my life.

Moments--any and all--with my girls are a treasure. In the midst of the micro, the macro is happening!

Perhaps more often I will silence my phone, ignore my apps, and even let a few picture perfect smiles be captured only by my mind. :)

I invite gratefulness and silliness to fill my home.

May my girls find it only natural to have happy and thankful hearts, oh and goofy spirits!

Join me! xoxo

Potty Training: the weekend that worked for my willful one

Three weeks ago...

Our lives changed just a tiny bit...I think for the better.

We started potty training!

Perhaps half of "potty training" is training the parents! I never knew I could keep such careful mental record of ounces (of juice), hours (between trips), and good ol' #2.

I'm sure all that fades. We're just three weeks in.

The best thing about potty training?

Easily...seeing the most glowing look of pride on Blakely's face. It's an expression I hadn't yet seen. I can't get enough.

Next best thing?

The encouragement I all of a sudden receive.

"Mommy?"

"Yeah, Blake?"

"You go potty?"

"Yep, I went shi-shi"

"Good job, mommy!"

"Well, thanks, Blake."

"I'm so proud of you, mama"


Since I can't remember being two, I certainly don't remember anyone ever expressing pride in my ability to use the restroom! ;) How nice.

Here's what we did/learned/worked (for us). Tactics vary. Kids are different.

Mine happens to be incredibly willful. We went heavy on the "buy-in." I knew it would either completely work or totally fail.

I had read some articles about potty training in a day (here's one link for a post I liked). We aimed for that, but it stretched through the weekend. The first two days were so-so successful (and kind of hard), but it clicked in pretty well on the third day!

1. Pretty potties (maybe that's a girl thing?) :)

2. Prize chart! She had to "earn" so many stickers in a row to get the prize. I shopped the party section of Walmart to find uber cheap trinkets that would spark her interest. After a day or so of her having the prize, I swept it up and put it back in a prize jar for another time.

2. Underwear options that I knew she'd love (Hello Kitty & Little Mermaid). The goal was that she'd want to keep them clean!

3. Stuck to the unds! She woke up on Friday, June 29th. We took off her diaper and never looked back (well, we did "look," we just didn't "go." hehe).

4. Napped in underwear. This was hard for the first week. I changed a lot of sheets. But, it actually worked out, too! She figured it out.

5. Excitement! Energy! We celebrated trying, sitting, going, etc... we toned it down each day throughout the weekend as well. She really worked for this ducky prize

6. Night night underwear (aka: pull ups). I was resistant to using a diaper at all because I didn't want Blakely to prefer the diaper over underwear. We just downplayed the pull up and called it her night time underwear. Who knows if that's a good idea or not. It's just what has worked so far. Some nights she's dry, some she's not.

7. Late night potty run. Before I crash for the night, I pick up my sleep beauty and plop her on the pot. She usually shi-shis in a half-sleep state.

8. Keepin' it simple. To ease big distractions for the first two full days, we played with toys, did puzzles, watched only short shows, and of course used the new prizes! She might have applied her whole thing of lip gloss in one application. :)

9. Coffee! I drank lots of delicious coffee the first two (trying) mornings.

10. Back to real life. Monday rolled around quickly -- Day Four of our "training." Blakely was doing awesome, but I was still worried about a car seat soaked in pee or an accident at the post office, etc.. Well, we had to jump back into routine sometime. We took the plunge! I now tote her little seat in one of my bags or throw her mini potty in my trunk.... just in case!

We are still new at this!

In fact, she's on the potty right now... I'd better go give her a thumbs up!

Happy Friday (and happy potty training if that's in your current or near future! xoxo)

p.s. I don't believe there is a right or wrong way to potty train :) I'm only sharing our limited experience because it was fun and it worked of us (so far)! 

Colbie's Story: Her First Three Days

Aloha! It's Tuesday!

Not to mention, it's my Bachelorette night. Word. We don't have cable so I can't watch on Monday nights. We only get NBC. That's alright. My mama flies in tonight. Perfect chance to stream my guilty pleasure and indulge with my mom!

Sooo... I hope you don't mind if I share a teensy bit more about my baby love. I want to archive some highlights from her birth story. You know, so I can pull them out later. Maybe share with her!

No messy details here...just some sweet notes! Feel free to read if you like! I'm beyond thrilled with this sweet girl my heavenly father has loaned to me! Love her.

Dear Colbie,

You were born on May 15th. I knew you were coming on this day. You were "due" the day before. But due dates are so arbitrary and my babies are apparently quite comfy on the inside. My doctor and I decided the Tuesday morning induction date would be best since you were measuring on the small side (go figure!). We wanted to be sure all was right with your little body.

They asked us to check into the hospital at 5AM. Can you believe it? Early! We left the house at 4:30 -- just after we took the above picture! We were SO excited. I got up at 3:30 to shower, do hair, makeup, etc... I wanted to look my best for your arrival. Your daddy made me a delicious omelet and hot coffee while I got ready!

When they started to induce my labor, they told me it could take up to 24 hours! Yikes! I didn't think I could wait that long to hold you.

I wasn't going into labor at all on my own ... you were not about to come out without being evicted. Your sister was the same way. Thank God, that I responded to the process of being induced. We prayed that I would. It all got started about 7:30 AM and you joined us by 2:48 PM -- just a short 7 hours later. Not bad. Thank you!

Colbie Maureen, you were 6 pounds, 13 ounces. You were 19 1/2 inches long! We loved the name Colbie and you have your grandma's name for a middle name. We think it's perfect and suits you well.

It was your dad and me (along with a couple nurses and our doctor) in the delivery room. Yasmin flew in three days later and then my sister and Connor came in. Your dad's mom came in June and my mom and dad came in July. For the first couple days, it was just us!

In the picture above, you are a couple of hours old. We couldn't set you down!

You looked like me! Your dark hair and olive skin were perfect from birth. You were born with dark blue eyes.

I brought swaddle blankets just for you. I wrapped you up right away so you could look a little more "you."

Of course, I couldn't wait to share your pretty face. I had sweet pics uploaded to Instagram and Facebook. We sent out the text announcements and made phone calls too. Who knows what "social networking" will look like by the time you read this!

Your daddy and I loved having time with just you. No distractions. No chores. Nothing. We sat in the hospital bed and talked to you, held you, sang to you. But, we were also extremely excited for your big sister to meet you. Our neighbors (Jeremiah, Laurie, and Natalie) were taking care of Blakely for us. They brought her to the hospital Tuesday night so she could meet you on your first night.

I can't tell you how much your big sister adores you. Of course, she took a few minutes to take it all in. All in all, she warmed up quickly.

Are you wondering about your dogs? Don't worry...they played at our other friends down the street (Sean, Deborah, and their dog Liam).

We were so blessed by all of our dear friends on the island -- since our family on the mainland couldn't quite be here yet. They wanted to be, of course. It's just hard to time a birth with airplane tickets!

In the picture above, I'm holding you about 3 hours after you were born. They moved us from a birthing room to a mother/baby room. I had to stay connected to my IV for several more hours. The bummer about having my labor induced is that I'm all hooked up to monitors and whatnot. I don't have as much freedom of movement. But, I'm eternally grateful for a smooth, healthy delivery...however it happens!

After Blakely went home with Laurie and Jeremiah that first night, we slept! You were a pretty terrific sleeper from the first night. Honestly, you woke up only once a night for the first month and half. You are almost two months old as I write this and you are just starting to sleep a good seven hours from 10:30 - 5:30. I got lucky!

Our second day in the hospital was Wednesday 5/16. We were scheduled to stay until Thursday, but we felt great. We asked to be released early so we could go home and do life there. We wanted to be back with Blakely. It was strange to have you here, but not have you with your sister.

The day on Wednesday went by quickly. They didn't check on us as often as they did when I had Blakely. Since it was my second birth, they didn't seem as concerned. It was a positive thing.

Check out our room. They told us it's the best one! The view was lovely.

Wednesday night, the hospital staff brought us a celebration dinner. I ordered the steak! It even came with a bottle of sparkling cider! You slept and your dad and I enjoyed a quiet (somewhat good) dinner. We were so excited to have our mini church come by after dinner and then take you home a bit after that.

We sure love our friends on this island. Rachel and Nick captured some amazing photos for us this night.

After everyone left, Blakely stayed at the hospital. I felt a whole mix of emotions, but more on that in another post...

It was surreal and amazing to have our family of four. We packed up! We had a sweet bouquet of flowers sent from your grandma and a bouquet of delicious cookies set from dad's work. We took these home to cheer up the house! Rachel and Nick had left more flowers and delicious ahi in our fridge for us at home! We felt loved and taken care of.

We brought a few gifts to the hospital -- they were from you to your big sister. One of the gifts was a doll carseat carrier. Blakely brought her baby Lily to the hospital and played with her new baby doll carseat. We wanted Blakely to feel extremely special and important while she met you! She was happy you had gifts for her!

Of course, when it was time to leave, Blakely wasn't in the mood to carry her baby out. Check out your good daddy below. :)

We slept well on Wednesday night. All of us in our own beds! We actually had to go get Blakely's bed since we had carried it over to the neighbors for Tuesday night!

Before going to sleep on Wednesday, Blakely wanted to hold you! I'll never forget her crazy red hair all over your tiny little face. She had filled up her diaper so much that we had to save her pants for the wash and bring her home in a new diaper. She was wearing her "I'm Going to be a Big Sister" t-shirt. She was so proud of you!

Thursday was your first full day at home! It was also the quiet day that we mostly spent with just the four of us.

The hospital doctors only let us go home early on the contingency that we made a doctor appointment for you on Thursday. We went in first thing to visit our pediatrician, Dr. Morisada. She thought you looked healthy, fabulous, and beautiful!

Blakely took care of Lily and you while we waited!

You wore the same thing on Thursday that you wore home from the hospital the night before on Wednesday. It was the softest pink layette. I ordered it from Kicky Pants just for you. It was pricer than most baby clothes, but I wanted the softest and stretchiest little one piece for you. It's like a little night gown that cinches up around your feet. The matching hat kept your head warm and we pulled the little mitten covers over your fingers because you constantly pulled your own hair.

We did venture across the street to the park later on Thursday. Laurie, Jeremiah, and Natalie met us over there. Blakely played and you rested on your swaddle blanket. Laurie took this picture as was mid-sentence. Probably bragging about you!

Thursday came and went all too fast. Friday morning felt a tiny bit more "normal." Except for the fact that it was your daddy's birthday! Yep. He turned 29 just three days after you were born.

I snuck out early Friday morning to get a box of donuts and a balloon. Blakely and I "served" your dad breakfast in bed. It was such a precious morning with all four of us. You were the best birthday present your dad could possible receive.

I think Blakely sampled every single donut! That girl!

You stayed by your daddy's side, all snuggled up in your Woombie (genius for swaddling). I won't forget that birthday morning. Not ever. I was extremely happy!

Auntie Yasi flew in later that morning! It was wonderful.

Well, Colbie, that takes us to Friday night. We had friends over to join us for a fire on the patio. I picked up Chocolate Haupia Pie from Ted's Bakery. Your dad's favorite. You slept a lot. You pretty much slept away most of your first three weeks! You were beautiful doing it.

I'll stop recounting here. This is your story of your first three days. Life is a priceless gift. I'm so glad to be a part of yours. I can't wait to see what you do with your days.

May you love the Lord your God above all else. Always.

I love you, baby Coco.

xoxo,
Your mama

24 Hour Layered Salad

Hello to you!

My big one is snoozin' right now and my little one is giving me smiles and coos. I think we may be past the "gas" smiles and onto real ones. In any case, I love it. I kind of wondered if all the little baby things would be as magical the second time around. And...yup..they sure are!

Okay! I thought I'd share a recipe today. Every now and again, I like to post my best handed down family recipes. It's nice to have them archived and I like to share. :)

I doubt there's anything too original about this 24 hour layered salad. I'm sure there are a bazillion recipes out there for this, but I use what my mom gave me and it's pretty darn good! I made it yesterday for a Fourth of July BBQ.

It's easy. The only trick is planning in advance so the ingredients are ready to assemble the night before.

Here's whatcha need:

• 1 head iceberg lettuce
• 2 celery stalks
• 1 green pepper
• 2 green onions
• 1 package (10 oz) frozen peas
• 2 cups mayonnaise
• 3 tablespoons sugar
• 1 package Parmesan cheese
• 3 hard boiled eggs
• 2 tomatoes
• 1/2 lb bacon

The night before:

Layer all the green ingredients in a deep (preferably glass) bowl. I bought a $6 trifle bowl at Walmart. :)

It doesn't matter how you do the layers, but I basically layered them in the order listed above (iceberg lettuce, celery, green pepper, green onion, frozen peas).

Next, mix the mayo and sugar in a dish. Then, spread the mayo mixture over the top of the layers. This seals it.

Now, add the cheese atop the mayo. Cover. Place in fridge overnight.

Before you clean up, prep the toppings so they are ready to go. Hard boil the eggs and chop when cool. Dice the tomatoes. Cook the bacon and crumble when cool. Keep these on the side.

Before serving, place the eggs, tomatoes, and bacon on top!

The salad will look pretty all layered, but according to my mama, it's best to toss it all up before serving. This way everyone gets all the goods!

My mom's trick: toss in a separate bigger bowl and then transfer back to pretty trifle bowl!

Serve cold! Enjoy!

Happy Fourth of July from my ohana to yours!

The Poop Debacle

"I'm catching the next one in," Rachel shouts to me between rolling waves.

I follow suit. I was hoping for at least stronger waves. It was only so-so conditions for surf. But, still...I couldn't help but feel peaceful paddling through the white wash.

We pop out over the jagged reef and fortunately save both our feet and fins. Plodding through the sand, we make our way back towards the guys and beach "tailgate."

{Our buddy Nick took this on Sat night. He's creative and has the coolest bus. Check out his work here.}

Can't beat a Saturday evening at our local beach.

We near the crew and overhear one of the guys say, "wait for Katie...she has to hear, too."

Uh-oh.

I smile cautiously.

My two-year old is potty-training and my 6 week old has a "healthy" digestive system. I'm pretty sure I'm in for a good story.

Tim launches into it. Emphatic echoes are thrown in by the other guys (slightly appalled, but mostly amused by the "dirty" details).

"The wind was blowing so hard, Katie. Seriously, the shade tent was bending in half." Tim waves his arms to demonstrate.

One of his buddies chimes in, "yeah, and your daughter was cruising inside...it almost collapsed on her."

"But..." Tim smiles, "she was pooping a trail the whole way under the tent as it folded around her."

I listen with pride (no shame here!). After all, we only started potty  training the day before and I knew the poop was coming. She hadn't pooped in days...so I expected it in all its stinky abundance. I just didn't know when or how or where.

Another guy offers, "she made it though. And she loaded up the potty bowl (*we had set a potty training toilet under the shade tent) to the brim with more poop. It was crazy."

I beam! Yay Blakely, I think to myself. She knew to go to the potty. And she filled it up, too!

Tim jumps in again, "I didn't know what to do in the moment, so I quickly passed Colbie off to Michel" (visiting from NY -- poor guy probably wasn't banking on such a poopy beach trip).

"Yep...I held the baby," Michel informs. "And she really rumbled and loaded up the whole diaper right in the midst of the poop and tent disaster."

"Oh no!" Now I'm really laughing. This is too much!

"So what did you do?" I ask Timmy and the guys?

"It was like kitty litter in the sand, Katie." Tim shook his head.

He continued, "I scooped up the chunks with her beach toys to throw away and got some ocean water for the shore..."

I'm picturing all of this! ha! It would happen when I'm out surfing. Note to self, WASH Blakely's beach toys and sanitize that potty.

"But she did use the potty, right? Like I know she made a trail on her way, but she got there?"

The guys all nod and laugh.

"Way to go Blakely!" I scoop her up in a bear hug--naked buns and all.

Funny how such a messy, stinky "situation" can bring so much happiness! Although, easy for me to say since I wasn't there. :)

"I owe you guys!"

It's now Monday. Blakely hasn't pooped since the debacle on Saturday. I'm left waiting again. When will it strike?

I'm a novice at potty-training. I think I'm in training too!

Successful tips and tricks (and maybe more bloopers) coming soon.

I wish you all a clean, poop-less (unless on the pot) evening!

xoxo

{My girl Rachel captures the most amazing pics on her phone! Love this one. Colbie clearly felt better after filling up her diaper. See Rachel's professional photography here.}

One Month In

Phew!

I'm one month in exactly...with two little daughters that is.

Tim has been in FRANCE this week! I know--so cool (for him) and yikes (for me!). Nah, it's been great. I have the neatest little island family here and they've picked up my slack!

I pick up Timmy tonight and boy am I (we) excited! Blakes often tells me that "I'm sad" -- because daddy isn't here. And, Colbs...well, she may be too little to realize much, but she sure is growing! Pretty sure my girls will stand a chance at volleyball or basketball...just based on height alone! ha! (can we say, scholarship? how soon is too soon to sign 'em up for a team?!).

Anyway.

Thanks for reading about my re-search for identity on my last blog post. I'm doing better (I appreciate the Facebook notes of encouragement!).

I'm still teaching online--for University of Phoenix--which is wonderful and challenging all at once. Still looking for the right balance with my new roles. It's trial and error, isn't it?

Can I just say this...

I really appreciate (also read: love, respect, etc...) my husband. We are such a team and with him gone...well, there's a hole. Even if he's cruisin' on the couch with Jeopardy (I know, right...Jeopardy?)...he's likely to jump into a wrestling match with B-Rex or find himself in  Princess Jasmine plastic dress-up heels. :)

I need that. She needs that. Even he needs that.

(And the whole Jeopardy thing...even that's rare. The man is a hard-worker--which makes me a lucky girl!).

So...thanks, Tim, for being just who we need (and love!!!).

Since I, in part, blog for the digital memories, I hope you don't mind if I share just a couple of pictures. I have been overwhelmingly blessed by two dear friends who happen to be rockin' photographers. I'll link to their sites below. Please check them out!

The spirited, skilled Yasmin of Yasmin Khajavi Photography

The creative, polished Rachel of Blue Nalu Photography

I have some fun things to share in upcoming posts! Hoping to be back at it more consistently soon!

Happy Friday! xoxo

The Flowers May Fade

If you asked me where I found my identity...

I'd say I'm a daughter of the most incredible God


In less Christian-ese... I find my identify in Jesus Christ because first and foremost, I'm a Christian.

However... if you asked me again...

Where do you really find your identity, Katie? 

I'd say again... in Christ alone. 


But then I'd stop and think.

Here's the rub.

It's hard separating oneself from something he or she has been for so long. While I do 100% believe I am complete because Jesus Christ calls me His own, I feel strange about leaving my post as a high school teacher.

Did I put much of my identity in being a high school teacher? Too much?

I'm just now trying to sort this out. Do I know myself apart from teaching crazy, amazing teenagers day in and day out?

Like I said, I am a Christian first -- and super high up on the list right after that, I'm a wife and mommy. This fulfills me...to overflowing.

But this month I have to take serious inventory of my thoughts and beliefs. I need to do some housekeeping on the inside.

I do still know my identity, right? When I take off my high school teacher hat, I'm still the same girl...right?

I know in my head that my God is enough. I just need to make sure I remember that in my heart.

When all else is stripped away, I am still a new creation in Christ.

Here's to recommitting my identity! I know who I am, but as life changes, I need to remind myself.

I love this:

"The grass withers, the flowers fade, but the word of our God stands forever." Isaiah 40:8.

Join me (if you'd like) in rediscovering your identity. When all temporary things are removed, what remains constant?

Love to you!