Less nervous

Just a quick update. Thank you all for your calls and emails. I think everything is ok. The spotting stopped Wednesday afternoon and I haven’t had any cramping or other issues. I remembered that I also did a strenuous exercise routine Tuesday morning, which may have had an impact, I’m not sure. I used to do it all the time before I was pregnant, but haven’t done it since the morning sickness kicked in. Anyway, no more of that, just in case! I’m going to take it easy for a few days and I’ll be sure to let everyone know how it goes at my checkup on Tuesday.

To end my blog spurt on a funny note, check out this girl! She cracks me up!

Eve in lumpy PJs

Sorry again for the sideways video…

Pop Tarts!

I saw a recipe for Pop Tarts on Smitten Kitchen and thought it would be fun to try. Lex was oddly excited about, considering he’s never had Pop Tarts (as far as I know!) We made the dough yesterday, but while it was chilling in the fridge he decided he wanted to make blueberry muffins instead. So we did that, but when we got to the “add the blueberries” step I discovered we didn’t have enough blueberries, so we added frozen strawberries as well. Yum! Went to bed last night with blueberry/strawberry muffins in our bellies and Pop Tart dough in the fridge.

After school today Lex reminded me of the dough and asked if we could make them. I asked if he’s ever had Pop Tarts and he said no, but a kid in his class brings them for snack and they look delicious. He also reminded me of an ad in Parents magazine for Pop Tarts with sprinkles. So he was eager to try some. I love that he’s eager to bake them and not insisting on buying them. In fact, despite the friend and the ad, he has never even asked me to buy them. I love him! Anyway, we made Pop Tarts this afternoon. I followed the King Arthur Flour recipe (though it was a bit different in the cook book I used!) instead of SK, but I’m sure all are both equally delish! By the time they were cool enough to eat it was pretty late so we all had a few little bites and Lex went to bed excited to eat a Pop Tart after breakfast. Yep, that was his idea. I told him he could have one for breakfast, but he decided he needed breakfast first. Smart boy! I think I’ll be quartering them before serving.

Making Pop Tarts

They did a great job helping, rolling the dough, mixing the filling, lining things up and making the layers. It was fun.

Finished Pop Tarts

Not exactly beautiful, but not too bad considering how much of it the kids did.

With sprinkles

Lex was really set on sprinkles, which require icing to stick. He isn't usually a big fan of sweets, so I frosted and sprinkled two and we will see tomorrow which way he prefers them. Important things to know, right?

Funny pre-K-ers

At preschool drop off yesterday morning Eve was sitting at the table playing Play-Doh with a few of Lex’s classmates. She LOVES playing there. When I picked her up to leave one of the boys said, “Eve, Cameron just said he wants to marry you!” The other boy, Cameron, got all red and started denying it, loudly. Eve just stared at them. This cracked me up. I thought that was 2nd or 3rd grade behavior, but I guess not. Silly boys.

My children are not five…

This is something I have to remind myself of often. All of the kids in Lex’s class are five, all of his other “friends” (in other words, my friends with kids his age) are five, and I tend to think of Lex as five as well. I know he isn’t, but sometimes I think he is. In fact, I had an embarrassing moment at the playground the other day when I was pushing Eve on the swing and chatting with some guy. He asked how old she was and then how old Lex is. I said, “My son is five,” and Eve quickly said, “Mommy, Lex isn’t five, he’s FOUR!” Of course, silly me.

Eve, of course, isn’t five. We all know that. But I often have to remind myself of that fact when I am getting very annoyed with her because she won’t sit still for Sorry (ages 6 and up!), or when she is dawdling in front of the neighbor’s house while Lex is on his bike at the end of the street already. I find myself hurrying her along more than I should and expecting her to keep up with a five year old (oops, four!) when she is really just barely three.

Note to self… my children are not five!