Archives for August 2006

Last week we had the chance to visit Emma’s Great Great Grandma, Emma. For those of you who don’t know, we currently have five generations of women alive right now, which is just about the coolest thing ever.

I swear I tell everyone I meet, especially when they ask Emma’s name. I’m so proud that she is named after such a wonderful, faithful, intelligent woman. I was given her middle name, so it was perfect that Emma got her first name. My sister and I had a pact — whoever had the first baby girl HAD to name their baby Emma, no hard feelings.

My Great Grandma was “tickled pink” (as she would say) to see our little peanut. She said she had hoped Emma would be a spitfire like her grandma, who was also named Emma (got all that?). Well, as we all know, her wish came true. Emma did not hold still for one second during our visit and took no time getting used to the place. She tried to sweep the kitchen floor, climbed all over my Great Grandma’s walker, barged in on the caretaker several times, and located a mouse trap that was hidden behind the TV. She did let Great Grandma feed her a bottle though, which was sweet. She also pointed to her nose and gave her two kisses goodbye, adorable images etched perfectly in my mind.

This wasn’t the first time we’ve visited since Emma was born, but for some reason, I always forget my camera. Well, this time I didn’t!! Here’s a few shots I managed to snap before Emma ran in the other direction!

I love you Great Great Grandma!!

Hungry belly, sleeping eyes…

Just chillin’ with my Gram!

Hmmm, what can I get into next?

Sorry this has taken me so long to post, but you know the life of a mama! :o)

Well, Emma’s first birthday party went great. She did surprisingly well, even while still trying to beat her cold. Besides getting mad while I wiped her nose every two seconds, she was pretty darn content. When people first started arriving, she did the whole shy thing, hiding behind my leg, but it wasn’t long before she was walking around with her little strut and blabbing loudly to anyone who would listen. She was quite the little hostess.

It ended up being a nice day. It was cloudy, but it didn’t rain, which was my main concern. My mom and dad’s place is nice and roomy, so I felt like everyone fit comfortably. After Emma’s baptism, I decided against trying to squeeze everyone in our townhome. It was nice having everyone see our place, but I do realize people like to do things like breathe at parties.

Even with all of the craziness, Emma ate her dinner all gone, with room to spare for cake (we’ll get to that later…)

She did start to get tired pretty early and almost approached meltdown phase during presents, but then again, so did I. It was pretty overwhelming. First of all, this girl got a gazillion presents—and they were all huge! She was MORE than spoiled. Let’s see, she got an American Girl Bitty Baby, a car, a house, a sandbox, a couch, a shopping cart full of food, the cutest books ever, and an adorable fall wardrobe… As my sister put, she pretty much won the Showcase Showdown!

(Um, Emma, sorry: Mommy and Daddy only got you the pretty dress you are wearing—yeah, the one with the bows that are totally annoying you—but look at all these nice people we invited to Grandma’s house who buy you really cool stuff!)

Seriously, as usual, our family and friends were EXTREMELY generous. I hope it goes without saying how very thankful I am for every one of you. It’s obvious how much you all love Emma, and that is truly the best gift. Emma WILL grow up knowing how blessed she is because of the PEOPLE in her life, not the things. Thank you all so very, very much!!

I would say opening the gifts was probably the most exhausting part of the day. With about 4 little kids trying to “help” Emma open her gifts, I had to find every ounce of patience within me. I wanted Emma to tear paper and all that stuff, but I quickly learned that she had no interest in doing any sort of sitting still with all these people and toys around. You can picture the scene: So-and-so child asking me to open this gift, while another child says, “No, that gift,” while another is already opening a different gift. Meanwhile, Emma is falling on top of all of them, trying to escape my grasp as I read her a card that she has already torn in half. BUT, once I pulled Jeff out from behind the video camera, it got better. He (sorta) kept Emma content while the rest of us opened gifts. In the end, it was one of those moments when you just have to laugh. (And admit to yourself that you will not have 4 or 5 kids…ever.)

Okay, on to the Great Cake Debate: We all know about Emma’s “allergy issues,” so giving her a birthday cake was, of course, a source of total stress for me. Do I try to find an “acceptable” cake to make even though I have no idea how to bake? Do I let it go and let her dig in and pray that she doesn’t suffer? Or do I skip it all together?

Well, against God’s obvious message that baking is NOT one of my gifts, option 1 was the winner. Thankfully, I went through a trial run the day of her actual birthday. That was perhaps the best decision ever, seeing as I would have completely embarrassed myself otherwise. Here’s why:

Check out the recipes for the dairy-free cake and dairy-free frosting. Easy enough, right? Well, first note the oven temperature listed: 165 degrees. Yeah, I thought that seemed a bit strange, but then again, I don’t bake. (Let’s also forget for a second that I write about appliances for a living, because obviously I did.) So I preheat the oven to…wait, my knob only goes down to 200 degrees. NO PROBLEM. It does turn past that, so I simply “guess” where 165 should be. I’m sure professional ovens offer ultra-low temperatures for people who do things like bake on a weekly basis.

Next, mix the ingredients. Step one, “Beat egg whites until stiff but not dry.” Huh? I’m just proud that I actually separated the eggs! (By the way, it takes about a dozen eggs to make 1-½ cups of egg whites!!!) Okay, so I start to manually beat the eggs, and I notice that they are just getting soupier, not stiffer (whatever that means), so I stop and naturally add the other ingredients.

Not knowing anything was wrong, I continued on and baked what ended up taking the shape of a cake. Sure, when Jeff flipped the cake stand over onto Emma’s high chair, “it” looked like a glob of oatmeal, but hey, what do you expect with a dairy-free cake? (Note: I didn’t make the dairy-free frosting because I didn’t have the ingredients yet.) Emma seemed to enjoy it…well, for the most part. You be the judge:

So, the night before the party, I reread the directions and realized my mistakes: Did you notice the “C” next to 165?”. Well, I didn’t. I was supposed to bake this thing at 325 F. And for any of you that know baking (or have an ounce of common sense), you beat egg whites with an automatic beater for like 10 minutes, when they will transform into a whole other substance similar to meringue.

Needless to say, cake number 2 turned out much better! Emma enjoyed it much more, although she wouldn’t get messy. She methodically fed herself frosting and pieces of cake, but didn’t start getting gooey until she wasn’t hungry anymore and started playing with the cake. It wasn’t that bad, but scraping dried oats off of her skin wasn’t that fun either. Although you’re never too young to start exfoliating!!

Emma pooped out around 7pm and was fast asleep by 7:30pm. She never even woke up during the transfer from my parent’s house to our house. This party girl was done for the night.

So there you have it. Probably more party details than you wanted, but wait, there’s more! Pictures!!! Don’t worry, I only picked a few. Enjoy and thanks again to everyone who made it to the party!

Welcome to the Party!

No, this is NOT the cake I made. This one is courtesy of Sam’s Club.

This is… uh, yum!!

All done!

Some Party-goers!

A bow and a baby… exactly what I wanted!!

Need to finish a work project, so no time for details, but at long last, here is Miss Emma in THE party dress. All of the shots I got of her smiling are blurry since she was attacking me and the camera, so you’ll have to settle for her more serious (and perhaps a bit irritated) modeling poses. The dress ended up being a little big, but this mama thinks her peanut couldn’t look more adorable! Party details and cake shots to come soon — promise!

Get this stupid thing off me!

That’s right, I’m one now. What’s it to ya?