Little Little Mama

Ivar at 18 months (He’s one and a half!)

Ivar likes the L sound. We sing Allelu Allelu Allelu all the time. He has started saying a very exaggerated “he-LOW, hello” And yesterday in the car he kept repeating, “Lil lil Mama, Lil lil Mama” And it made me feel good, because this mama is feeling anything but little lately.

Ivar likes to lift up the cushion on the glider rocker and hide his trucks and balls there. So when I go in to read him books before bed, I often feel like I have just laid a few eggs. Sometimes I try to ignore the fact that there is a truck under me, but that’s a hard one to ignore.

I wagged my finger at Ivar telling him no, and now Ivar wags his finger back at me, telling me no.

He loves trucks, tractors, trains, cars and airplanes. We have a Richard Scarry book and he will only settle on four of the pages, the ones that have proper vehicles pictured.

When we are greeted at the door at church, the greeters will always try to talk to Ivar. And Ivar never says hello. He just buzzes his lips and points to the parking lot as if to say, “that’s our car and I love our car, and on the way here we saw all sorts of thrilling vehicles going fast on 494.”

Ivar’s words: ball, bottle, nana (banana), mama, dado, toonsie, kitty, bow wow, bapa, papa, mimi, meow, cheese, mo! (more), baby,  nigh nigh, nose, e’s (ears) tee (teeth), peas (please), am (ham), uh oh, no, esss! (yes), boon (balloon), Onna (sonna), nack (snack), fishy, wada bottle (water bottle), baththththth (bath), neigh, E-man! (Amen!)...

Ivar knows when a conversation needs to end. If he thinks we're talking to long to another person he will smile sweetly, wave and say, "Bah Bye. Bah Bye." He tried this at the doctor today when he was sick of being poked. He also pulls it out when we're talking to friends after church, people we meet while out for a walk, or anyone who seems to slow his pace of life...

So with that, I had better sign off. Bah Bye.

all sorts of random

                                                                                  
***Sara, Lisa and I made these sugar cookies for a bridal shower. 65 of them. Aren't they adorable?

***I walked into the church bathroom on Saturday morning and the lights were out. The door closed behind me and I began swinging my arms around to let the motion sensor know that I was in fact there. For quite some time. But nothing happened so I opened the door again and was then able to see the light switch that was on the bathroom wall. The old fashioned kind...one that I had to physically flick up. Oh right, I thought. The light switch...

***I forgot my Pinterest password for the last week or so. Couldn't remember it for the life of me. And that was probably good. Took a breather. But today I tried a few more random rounds, trying to get into my inner-brain and I cracked the code. Oh Happy Day.

***I am ravenously hungry this week. Something important is going on inside of my womb because I cannot seem to fill up. Ever. So I started a new pinterest board for high protein snacks and smoothies. It's lovely. And hopefully filling.

***My folks were over last night to watch Ivar and when Rory and I returned they were in the middle of a news tv show that they wanted to finish. So Rory and my dad sat through the last hour of a program on the financial collapse of wallstreet. And then I got to listen to my husband and father debate for another hour. They seem to enjoy it. They're both well read and educated, but land polar opposite. Made me wonder if anyone else has these lively conversations in their family.

***I make the best burgers. I'm just going to say it. I've never had a better one than my own. It's good to have one meal that you can hit out of the park. Good for the self esteem. The secret? A whole lot of chopped onion, minced garlic, all spice, pepper, worcestershire sauce and A1. Yup. All of that. In one burger.

***Ivar speaks in sound effects. When we see a truck he buzzes his lips. When we see a dog he yells, "bow wow!" When the cat comes in the room Ivar greets him with a falceto "yowwww." We are hopeful he might be the next Michael Winslow.

it's may day!

Ivar started out his day wishing Toonces a Happy May Day. Toonces was thrilled!

You may remember that I take May Day very seriously. I've written about it here and here. And thankfully my neighbors do too. Last night when we got home from a night at the mall of america we found this note on our garage door. Kathryn came over and gave us a beautiful basket with a bouncy ball for Ivar and brownies for the rest of us. I asked Kathryn why she was a day early and she said, "well, I volunteer at the elementary school all day and tutor kids all night. Didn't want you to think I had forgot." 

banana punch

My cousin Sarah made banana punch for Kathy's shower. And Kathy had made banana punch for the shower she threw for Sarah and me almost a year ago. I swear there is no better punch out there.

We did not have tea at this tea party. Instead, we kept refilling our tea cups with this slushy goodness.

I took my first sip and had one of the strongest taste associations of my life. The moment I took a sip I was back in the entryway of my Aunt Louie's house, offering punch to who ever was visiting for what ever open house it happened to be. It is a sticky mess, fiercely addictive, and I believe Sarah and Kathy and I, serving as the punch pourers at every open house, drank as much as all of the other guests combined.

Banana Punch
makes 25 servings. Or three servings, if it's Sarah, Kathy and me.
4 cups sugar
6 cups cold water
46 oz. can unsweetened pineapple juice
12 oz. can lemon juice
Two 12 oz. cans orange juice concentrate
5 bananas (blended in blender)

Stir sugar and water until dissolved. Stir all ingredients together and freeze in a 5 quart ice cream pail (or a couple gallon pails). Set out so it gets slushy before it is time to serve. Mix 1/3 of the mixture with 1 liter of 7-up. (By mixing it in thirds, it will stay slushy for a longer period of time.)

**FUNNY STORY: my mom made this for my brother's confirmation and had just put the mixed, not yet frozen, banana mixture into the freezer in an kemps gallon ice cream container. My brother, not knowing it was not ice cream, grabbed the handle and pulled it out of the freezer, which dumped the sloshy punch stuff forward, spilling the lid and spraying a gallon of sticky juice stuff on every surface of the kitchen.

My mom has not made banana punch since.

Kathy's Baby Shower

We celebrated Kathy and the little life growing inside of her on Friday with a Baby Shower Tea Party. It was a lovely. It was good to be together just two days after Aunt Jan's funeral. It was good to celebrate life, to share a meal together, to ooh and ah over tiny baby things.

Kathy had lots of help opening her presents. I believe the five little girls in attendance (all under age six) were more than willing to help pull out each gift, get the tape undone on the sides, and start to take the paper off...all to assist Kathy.

A favorite moment: Kathy got a picture frame with a poem etched on the side. Mara said, "you probably could just take out that picture (the generic black and white photo) and put in a picture of your own baby when the baby comes." We all agreed that was a very smart idea.

The menu was divine:
Ham balls from the Welcome meat locker (like meatballs, but ham. blew my mind.)
Cucumber sandwiches
Tortellini Pasta Salad
Fruit Salad by Aunt Diane
Aunt Annie's Deviled Eggs
PBJ's cut with heart cookie cutters
Aunt Jan's shrimp dip with fritos
Clementines
Gold fishy and Animal crackers
Candy from Sugar Sugar
Frozen fruit cups
Cupcakes
Banana Punch

Oh did we eat well. And in a crazy twist, there was no tea consumed at this tea party. But that banana punch has earned itself a blog post all of its own. Stay tuned for that one.

28 weeks

...and 35 weeks!

Did you know that 28 weeks is the start of third trimester?!! Neither did I until the good people at The Baby Center sent me an email to let me know and I am elated. This has been one long pregnancy and I am happy to have hit this milestone.

However. Just to keep things in perspective. This picture is me and my cousin Kathy. Kathy is 35 weeks and is finishing her FINAL rotation of residency. She's a pediatrician and works 30 hour shifts. THIRTY HOURS! And she doesn't get any naps! She is one tough mama.

My belly is getting bigger. Ivar used to see my tummy and say, "baby." But now when he sees my tummy he says, "ball." It got a lot rounder this month.

Aunt Jan's banana bars

Aunt Jan was known for her date bars, brownies and banana bars. But given then choice at any event where all three happened to appear, I chose the banana bars. Emphasis on the plural of bars. Because I tend to have no self control when it comes to cream cheese frosting and don't believe I have ever eaten just one singular banana bar.

Here is the recipe. It is a winner.

Aunt Jan's Banana Bars
Cream Together:
1/2 cup softened butter
1 1/2 cup sugar
3 eggs (beat)
1 tsp vanilla
1 1/2 cup mashed ripe banana

Mix dry ingredients together and then add to above mixture:
2 cups flour
1 tsp. baking soda
pinch of salt

Bake in a 9 x 13 baking pan for 30 minutes at 350 degrees.

And the Cream Cheese Frosting!
1/2 cup softened butter
8 oz softened cream cheese
4 c. powdered sugar
2 tsp vanilla

beat well. Be sure the bars are completely cool before you frost them. And then cover and keep these bars in the fridge so they're well chilled. I think this was key to how much I liked them...they were nice and set up by the time you ate them at room temperature...not too runny or mushy.

"you're looking sharp, kid."

My Aunt Jan passed away on Friday night.

A long battle with cancer makes the ending a bit more complicated. There is relief mixed in with the grief. She fought hard. She fought long. And part of me is comforted by the fact that she is comfortable again. And feasting at a heavenly banquet after two years of a feeding tube. She has a voice again, with a whole and healed body.

But she still died too early. Cancer is cruel.

When Ivar and I were in Mesa he loved visiting Aunt Jan's house, because Aunt Jan clapped. And he could clap too. Without her voice, this is how Aunt Jan got our attention to look at her laptop or notebook so she could contribute to the conversation. Ivar thought this was the greatest. Before we'd even get through her front door he'd start clapping. "I like this lady, she's the one who knows how to clap!" And they would smile and laugh and clap and delight in the other.

Today we'll join in the clapping. Applause, applause to Aunt Jan, for a long and strong fight. For loving her grandkids to pieces and scrapbooking their childhoods (HUGE books for each of her grandchildren!), taking the time to interview, compile and print our family lineage, history, stories. Applause for maintaining strong relationships with our Swedish relatives through travel and endless correspondence. For spending her working days as an advocate for those with mental illness. For making the world more beautiful through her art: stained glass, knitted sweaters, rosemaling, and numerous crafts. For her love of color and kosta boda glass, her bright blue couch, thanksgiving feasts and banana bars.

Applause for coming to so many of my band concerts, plays and recitals. And for always saying the same thing each time she saw me, "You're looking sharp, kid."

pardon me, as I eat my words...

Last Monday I had 17 tabs open on the top of my computer. Saving recipes, future art projects, blog posts I really enjoyed. And my favorites column on the side of my computer is complete madness. Over 100 things bookmarked that I hope to bake, make, organize, duplicate etc...

The next day I went to make sugar cookies with Lisa and Sara and we started talking about Pinterest.

I have forever said I would not go there. I was certain it was a black hole time suck and that I would never, ever get out if I stepped foot in that lovely land that everyone raves about.

But then I started looking around a bit, and I realized this: Pinterest is like Computer Organization. There is finally a home for all of those posts I have marked in my favorites column. Essentially, Pinterest provides a labeled tupperware tub for various online ideas. And you know how I love me a labeled tupperware tub.

And so this is how I am justifying my leap into the land of Pinterest. Sounds good doesn't it? Justification is always an interesting thing. Truth be told: It has been a black hole time suck. But actually, not that black. It's a super colorful, inspired time suck. And I'm smitten.

So watch me eat my words. My apologies to all of you that I gave my monologue to about my plan to look but not touch. I'm all in.

And if you want to see my boards (is that even what you say? I don't know the lingo yet...) you can check me out at http://pinterest.com/joyfullybecca/  and follow all of my colorful finds.

loopty loop

I'm a silent laugher. I once was home sick from middle school and spent the day practicing a loud laugh. It wasn't pretty. But I wanted a loud laugh that badly. Instead of a loud laugh, the funnier the moment the more silent I become, with full body shakes and tears to accompany my silence.

I may not have a loud laugh, but my son got one. And it's awesome. Excuse the yogurt on his face. He is sitting between me (with the camera) and Rory (that's who he's looking at) after supper. I told him, "I think I know someone who is going to sleep well tonight. Because he's getting loopy." And when I said loopy, Ivar absolutely fell apart. Then I threw in loopty loop and he went nuts. Believe it or not, this video is the very end of his fit of giggles.

Have I told you I call him my Joy Boy?

marriage care

On Tuesday night I was asked by a friend, "do you and Rory ever fight?" The question made me laugh out loud. Yes. Yes we do fight. But I am never afraid of our fights. We work through them, they blow over, I get a good nap, we forgive and we're both good talkers.

Most important, we are both committed to work at our marriage. Because it is work. And worth every effort we put into it.

From an early age my mom used to tell me that she and my dad went to marriage counseling when I was two years old and that it was the best thing they ever did for their marriage. They were in the beginning stages of planting a mission start congregation and were confronted with a lot of hard stuff all at once.

As a result, I've never felt any stigma attached to seeking help for your marriage. Seeking help and guidance is going to be inevitable. I got married under the assumption that Rory and I would utilize counseling at some point. Not because we were that rocky from the start, but because that's just what married couples do. In fact, when I asked mom if I could share this story on my blog, her comment was, yes, of course, I actually really wish your dad and I had done more counseling at different seasons of our marriage.

Rory's folks are always encouraging us to attend every conference, seminar, workshop, or any offering that will help us build a stronger foundation. Because they, too, know that a good marriage does take time and effort and intention and there is always room to grow closer.

So, having said all that, our church is hosting a marriage conference. Just a Friday night and Saturday morning (April 27th and 28th), $39 per couple and the speakers are solid. Solid. I really can't wait.

The conference is called Good Love and you can find out all the details by clicking here. Look around the site, find yourself a babysitter, and grab that love of your life and come work on your marriage. I hope to see lots of you there!

quote of the day

This is a happy picture of Rory and I to offset the following conversation.

Becca: I really miss those lilacs we took out last spring.

Rory: Yeah, but the fence will go right where they were. They really did have to go.

Becca: I just wish we could have kept them.

Rory: Yeah. But wait. Do you even remember how all last summer and fall you kept at me to take them out? You were relentless. And now you're telling me you're sad that they're gone? We still have an entire hedge of lilacs.

(long pause)

Rory: Do you have any idea how hard it is to be married to a woman?

(longer pause)

Rory again: Is it so hard to be a woman?

and can you feel the love tonight?

Our cat Toonces, and our son Ivar have a very affectionate relationship. Every morning they greet each other this same way. I am pretty sure these pictures determine Ivar as the dominate species. Toonces never puts up a fight, though he will look at me after a while as if to say, "I'm a good cat. Now get me out from under this kid."

The two of them have adventures together. So many that it makes me relieved we have another human playmate on the way for Ivar. Afterall, meow is Ivar's best animal sound. Here on the ottoman Ivar is drumming on the side, and Toonces is trying to swat at his hands. After this they crawled into the bathroom where Toonces jumped in the tub and Ivar threw balls all around him...and at him.

And then later in the day, when they were reunited after nap time, they resumed their snuggle position. It always makes me start singing the Lion King, "can you feel the love tonight?" And to answer that lyric... I can. I really can.

things I think about

**can the department of transportation actually just start building two-lane round abouts without sending every American back to drivers ed? because no one in this country knows what lane to be in on a two-lane round about. single-lane round abouts are self-explanatory. but have you ever been on the round about in Richfield by Target? you might as well just sign yourself up for a good ol' side swiping.

**how many different kinds of public bathroom toilet paper dispensers are out there? and who in the midst of a building project decides which dispenser to purchase? and why are some public toilet paper dispensers so poor and dispensing toilet paper?

**did Press n Seal glad wrap ever win any awards when it came out? because it should have. every time I use it I stand in awe of this large step forward for mankind.

and that is what I am thinking about today.

leaf print easter eggs

We had my folks over on Saturday for blueberry waffles and easter egg dying. I was looking for a new and clever method to color our eggs and found this idea on the family fun website (anyone else adore that magazine?) So I called my mom and told her to bring her old pantyhose.

We wrapped our hard boiled eggs tightly with the leaves in place with hair ties. My mom was quite skeptical, but I made her try it with me. She did the three little leaves and I wrapped the evergreen.

And when she unwrapped her egg she found a delightful little white print of her leaves! I couldn't stop slugging her in the arm yelling, "it worked! it really worked!"

And as it turns out, all of mom's eggs turned out awesome. She was a natural with the pantyhose.

As for my eggs, my red egg was awesome and my evergreen eggs failed. This is LEAF printing...so find actual leaves. Not evergreen branches. This makes sense now, but at the time it was all one grand experiment, and the evergreen pattern seemed so lovely to me.

Since Saturday I have thought of all sorts of grocery items we could try. This was a very warm year for a Minnesota Easter. Odds are we won't have so much green vegetation next year, but parsley, cilantro, celery leaves and all sorts of other herbs or tiny lettuce leaves all seem like they might print nicely.