clues and cues

My first clue that Emory was ready for her nap today was when her bow was like this and she didn't care.

My next clue was when she sat down like this and watched the weather channel for about five minutes straight.

And my final clue was when I was preparing her naptime bottle, (yes, she stills gets a bottle. I know.) she climbed up on the couch and did this.

When I came back out from putting Emory down for her nap, Ashton announced that he would like chocolate cake for lunch. This is his pleeeaaaaasssssseeeeee face.

I said no. That was his cue.

But, as always, this is what I will remember most about our day.

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The number of different uses I have found for baby wipes. I. love. them. I have found that they are not just good for wiping a sweet little bottom clean and un-caking frozen blueberries off a certain sassy face. (side note- my children partially survive off of frozen blueberries during the non seasonal months. They are always frozen at their peak and serve as great pop in your mouth treats as well as teething soothers. Sometimes I puree them and freeze them in disposable mini solo cups with rounded toothpicks stuck in the middle, as a popsicle. They are MESSY.) I digress. "Grab a wipe" has become a mantra in my household. Be it a sticky syrup droplet on the kitchen floor, a hardened toothpaste dab in the bathroom sink (John), dust just about anywhere (I have found that they truly work just as well and keep the dust away just as long as a pledge wipe!), the dog's muddy paws, or even crayon marks in the shower. Grab a wipe. I keep a "refill" pack with the resealable top in every room. Target brand is my absolute favorite. One side is soft and one side is textured, which is great for the jobs that require a little elbow grease :) I also love the idea of a quick clean up without spraying a lot of chemicals into the air that my sweet munchkins breathe. Now, don't get me wrong. Some things just need a good dose of Clorox. Or Windex. Or Pinesol. But for all the in between jobs... grab a wipe.

Nausea

That is what I experienced when I saw this. Absolute and total nausea. Ashton skipped into the kitchen this morning, smiling and announced, "marker!!!" I turned around from the sink to see his devilish mischevious little hands COVERED in black "marker"; also known as a permanant sharpie. He said, "Come on, Mommy!!!!" and ran to the guest bathroom.

And that's when I saw this. Nausea.




John was hanging some frames for me in this bathroom, as part of a total overhaul

and re-organization project. He had a sharpie on the counter to help mark the holes that he planned to drill. I am now feeling that I should post an "after" post when it is done. The sharpie actually came right off with the help of Clorox Clean up (my tried and true go to for anything and everything).

one of those mornings

Do you ever feel like this?

Ashton announced this morning that "Ashon sick". "Ashon go lay down in chair mom".


And he did. So pitiful. Please God tell me that we are not in for another round of illnesses.



Thankfully Emory was here to help this morning while I tended to the patient. Like her nightgown? It was my mom's.


Jackson decided to do this for the ten millionth time this week.

He then got the heck out of dodge.

Welcome to a morning at the Kerr household!

Wrapped

That is what Emory Anne has done to her daddy. Wrapped him around her little finger. Behold the sassy pant's Valentine's day present from her daddio.

After rigourous mechanical testing

she decided to try it out.

Jury's still out :) More to come later!
Happy Valentine's Day Y'all!!!

these boots were made for walkin

And that's just what he's gonna try to do!

Who said rainy days had to be dreary?

Whoopie Sandwiches

I started out making these for Ashton's class. Tomorrow is the Valentine's Party at his school. His *first* Valentine's party. (cue mommy getting so excited over Ashton's first V day party that she attempts something WAY over her head.) Everything started off great.

First, I mixed these up in a mixing bowl.

Then, I creamed these together in my standing mixer.

Next, I blended these in gently.


I then got festive and used this to pour in the buttermilk.

Finally, I squirted in a whole bunch of this and mixed it all up with the dry ingredients.

And then, disaster ensued. These were supposed to be hearts. After the first 5 weren't working out, and I was sweating, I decided to improvise. So I ended up with these. Yeah, I'm messy.

They actually came out looking pretty good! So, I decided to continue with my improvisation. I cut them in half and then cut off the edges to give them more of a sandwich feel.

Emory helped me discard of the little edges that I cut off. Yes, she was still in her pajamas. Yes, it was noon. It is pouring rain today and 40 degrees outside. Great day to stay in and bake in our PJ's all day!

After the "sandwiches" were cut, I "whipped" up (ha) the cream cheese icing. I added two drops of the red food coloring to it to give it this pinkish tint.

Then, I assembled.

And tried not to eat too many of the cut off edges.

They are all packaged up and ready to go for tomorrow!

When Ashton wakes up from his nap we are going to decorate and address Valentine's cards for all of his classmates. Not until I became a parent did I realize just how emotional the small milestones can make you.

best seat in the house.

It always fascinates me when my children do quirky little things. Things that aren't uniform. Things that make them...well, THEM. This is Emory Anne's favorite chair. It is not comfortable. It is old and somewhat rickety. It was my chair when I was little. And it sits right next to a big, comfy, oversized chair. If I haven't seen Emory for a few minutes, I know where to find her. She usually goes and gets a "treasure" to take with her to her chair. You know, to examine, while she sits quietly. I'm not sure what is cuter; watching her climb into the chair (it takes her a good minute) or watching her sitting there, so observant and ladylike.

Retreiving her "treasure" (her shoe)

Oops. Dropped the treasure. (I love all the polka dots in this picture)

Finally, made it to the chair.

in the kitchen

I really like it in the kitchen. Fortunately (unfortunately for my thighs), my husband really loves it in the kitchen. He does 90% of the cooking. I am very spoiled by this. I must assure you, however, that I am not sitting in a corner with my feet propped up, eating chocolates and requiring that he do so. He looks very forward to this part of his day. He unwinds when he cooks. His mind doesn't spin with the millions of stresses that come with owning a business. He lets himself relax. AND, he is a fabulous cook! (my mom would argue that he is really a chef without the title). So, it really leaves me little oppurtunity to get in the kitchen. Lately I have really been getting a hankering to do so. So, the other night, I took the reins. I plan to up my culinary expertise. Watch out hubby.

Last night I made this. It. was. delicious. And I am not tooting my horn here. I followed a recipe step by step, so I really don't feel that I can take full ownership for it's awesomeness. I defintely will be filing it away, though. As well as being yummy, it was SO easy.

Behold the Sweet and Spicy Asian Pork Shoulder.

http://www.realsimple.com/food-recipes/browse-all-recipes/sweet-spicy-asian-pork-shoulder-00000000028082/index.html

Caught in the act

Upon walking out of my bedroom earlier, I found this. *Sigh* They really are just so sweet. I thought to myself, "I didn't even know she could get up there"...

at which point, she did this... at which point I dropped the camera and ran.

Playroom in Progress.

I have a LONG way to go with this room (empty wall, new storage shelving, etc.), but for now this is generally what it looks like on a daily basis. Actually, this picture is a little junky. It's a little more "weeded out" usually.

and this is what is looks like after three of the neighborhood children come over for an hour and the mommies get distracted talking in the kitchen.

What I said to Emory this morning...

You are the cutest little runny nosed, breakfast eating punkin this side of the Mississippi!