Monday, December 17, 2012

gingerbread skillet cookie cake thing

This post is way overdue, and is way more "crisp fall" than "snowy Christmastime." But I want to get it posted anyway.

Back in the fall, Sam was away for a couple of nights and I needed some sort of edible comfort (the way one does in these situations), and I found this recipe. It was amazing - a banana bread - chocolate chip cookie - cake hybrid, all done in a cast iron skillet (my fave). (You don't need a cast iron skillet, it's just cool.) So then I was thinking one day, I want that concept but with a ginger molasses cookie. So I did a bit of experimenting and figured it out. It tastes like the Starbucks cookies. I know it's Christmas time now and you're baking every other thing, but file this one away for next fall. It's really good.


1/2c butter
1c brown sugar
1 egg
1/4c unsulphered molasses
1 mashed banana
2t ground ginger
1t cinnamon 
1/2 t cloves
1/4 t salt
2c flour
1t baking soda
granulated sugar

Preheat your overn to 350°. Melt the butter in your cast iron skillet (or a medium saucepan, or in a bowl in the microwave). Turn off the heat and whisk in the brown sugar, then the egg, then the molasses, banana, ginger, cinnamon, and cloves. You can sift together the flour, baking soda, and salt if you like, but you don't have to. Stir them into the batter. If you're not using a cast iron skillet, grease an 8x8 pan and pour the batter into it. Either way, sprinkle sugar over the top and put it in the oven for about 20 minutes. It should still be soft, but not completely raw in the middle. It tastes amazing when it's still warm and you have ice cream with it, just so you know.


Saturday, December 08, 2012

being rowan's mama

Being Rowan's mama is different than being Lucy's mama. I'll allow you a moment to recover from that shocker.

Rowan isn't a thumb sucker or a soother baby - he relies on me for that sort of thing. He's extremely mama-centric and I'm basically a sine graph in my response. Sometimes it's my favourite thing, and then ten minutes later I just need no more touching NO MORE.

Rowan believes to his very soul that his loving, wonderful mama is trying to murder him with fire whenever I try to change his diaper. There is absolutely nothing that helps. When Sam isn't here to hold him down, I have to try to do up a diaper on a hysterical crawling flailing baby. This is where cloth diapers are awesome - I know exactly which snaps are the right ones, so his diapers are at least on properly. Most of the time.

Rowan is very easygoing until he is not. There are so many examples. The diaper thing. When it comes to getting around, he crawls slowly, like an amble-crawl. When he sees something he wants (like Lucy's hair, or Osiris's tail) he books it. Also, if, like yesterday, I run to the laundry room and leave him at his toy shelf, I can come back and NOT FIND HIM ANYWHERE. (He had boogied his little bum into Lucy's room and I honestly couldn't see him for a few minutes.) He can also be perfectly fine playing, but then I pick him up and suddenly he is STARVING OH MY GOODNESS I HAVEN'T EATEN IN YEARS.

Rowan likes to be around people. If he's in a room full of people, he will keep leaning towards the next person in line until he has tried to take off everyone's glasses, earrings, beards, and bangs. And NECKLACES. Whoa. If he's passed to a bald unaccessorized person with 20/20 vision (or contacts), he'll just pick their nose for them.

Rowan can stand up on anything. Moving targets. The wall. Cats. My pants. He lets go sometimes. He may be taking steps properly by Christmas.

Rowan lets you know when he is all done with life by giving the biggest Lip of Sadness you ever did see. It quivers. It's accompanied by a wrinkled-up nose, and possibly one flapping hand. It broadens into a cry, then reverses course to a completely scrunched up face. Then he starts sounding like a tractor, or possibly a doorbell. He'll also launch himself at whatever he wants.

Rowan has no fear of anything. But that's a baby thing. I worry, however, that it isn't going to change. He doesn't strike me as the cautious type.

Rowan has the biggest smile ever, and he saves the best ones for me.

Friday, November 23, 2012

happy friday!

It's been a little while since I posted, and I don't have time for proper content, but here's a happy smiling boy.


I attended my third certifying birth this week, so now I need to finish the other requirements for my certification. So I feel as happy as Mr Avocado Face here.

I don't have time for a proper post right now, but have a merry weekend! One week till advent starts, can you believe it?

Sunday, November 11, 2012

rowan's accomplishments

Rowan did some showing off today. I ought to be going to bed right this minute, but I wanted to share first. My little stinkerbaby has become proficient at standing against the wall (with a flat hand instead of holding on to a surface, and one-handed to boot) and also regularly tries to let go and stay standing up, but today he tried (twice!) to take a step on his own. He was completely unsuccessful (thank GOODNESS), but still. Yikes.

He also proved his communication skills - I know he understands a lot of words already, but today he signed for milk, more, and all done (the three signs we use with him).

This boy? Does not want to be a baby.  Goodness gracious me.

Saturday, November 10, 2012

lucy moments

Right now I'm listening to Lucy sing the theme song to her all-time favourite movie, My Neighbour Totoro. She fell and bruised her tailbone yesterday and can't sleep, so Sam's lying down with her to keep her calm, and she's singing to him.

This morning we celebrated our first big dump of snow by putting the boys to bed and walking to Starbucks. It was too busy to stay, but we brought our tea home. The two blocks took 15 minutes to walk because she was having so much fun making footprints in the fresh snow. I kept having to remind her that I had a cookie in my pocket.

We were trying to cheer Rowan up this evening by reading books, and she enthusiastically read along with me ("three singing pigs say LA LA LA!") and kept saying "it's okay, Baby Rowan. You'll feel better soon."

This good stuff is important, because we have just started the game of neverending why. Heaven help me, it got old super fast.

Monday, November 05, 2012

november 2012

Oh my dear babies. I'll admit that I'm apprehensive about heading into another winter while still in this apartment. It's infinitely more difficult to get out of the house with three of us to get into sweaters and coats and mittens and hats and boots and strollers and carriers. But we did manage to go for a lovely walk last week and I hope we'll be able to do many more.

Lucy:
You walked all the way home from the dog park on our walk! That's at least two kilometers. I was so impressed. All that jumping and running laps around the apartment has apparently gotten you into good shape.
Last month I went to mom's group and got a crash course in cultivating attachment in toddlers. Instantly our relationship went from "somewhat challenging" to "fantastic." I'm so happy that we're back to getting along properly - you weren't responding to time outs and taking your things away. It helped in so many ways, most notably in that you have not had one accident since that session so I'm officially saying you are potty trained. I'm so relieved.
You are still in love with your brother. Now that he's eating solids and wants to eat everything in sight, you want to help feed him. You don't seem to mind that he wants to play with all your toys and be close to you and follow you around. You're very patient with him and take your responsibility very seriously. I could watch the two of you all day.
You loved dressing up as a kitty and going trick-or-treating at Daddy's office. Any time you don't feel like talking English (which is any time you feel out-of-sorts or uncomfortable) you go back to being a cat and meow.

Rowan:
Where to even start? You stand one-handed, sometimes using only the wall for support. You try to let go. You try to bend down and pick stuff up, which is very slow and wobbly and usually ends with you on your bum. You love Lucy with the undying love of a baby brother and want desperately to be able to run and jump like she does. Your smile lights up the room when you see her.
You put anything and everything in your mouth in hopes that it will be as tasty as all the food you've tried thus far. Your new sippy cup makes you irrationally angry because you can't figure out how to tip it and you really love drinking water.
You have the cutest little voice. I love hearing you sing yourself to sleep like your sister did (and still does sometimes). You still make sad tractor sounds, and you've added a doorbell "drrrrn drrrrn" to your repertoire.
I wish you'd find a consistent routine. You're a little treasure and I love you dearly, but you have no reliable pattern yet for naps or nights. This weekend was a little better and I don't feel like a zombie so much, but still. Last night you had two night parties and then slept in till 8, and only took one nap. It's crazy, I tell you.
Your Winston Churchill costume was the cutest thing ever. Thanks for letting me dress you up. The Sunday before Hallowe'en was another big day for you - you were dedicated at church. You took it very seriously (of course) and I was so happy that so much of your Sawatzky family could come out for it.

To close, here is Dedication Day Rowan in his little sweater vest. Behold the cute!



Wednesday, October 31, 2012

hallowe'en 2012: back in black

Lucy is a kitty cat today. She has a long fuzzy tail and fabulous legwarmers.

After changing her mind several times, she eventually settled on a cat yesterday, which was a relief as I'd already made her costume.

She is very cozy and great for hugging.

We did a tour of Sam's work and she said MEOW to everyone.

Rowan is Winston Churchill.

 I made his suit and bowler hat, and I'm very proud of them.
 

Here he is showing off his one-handed standing skills. He's trying to do all sorts of crazy hands-free standing lately, and it is frankly terrifying.

"We shall never surrender!"

And, because it was suggested elsewhere, I swapped the hat for sunglasses, because his costume doubles as gangnam style. 


Aw yeah.