Another Burkey girl joined the world yesterday!
:)
Another precious girl to love on!
:-)
congrats to ann & andrew.
Wednesday, May 23, 2012
Sunday, May 20, 2012
9 months.
Miss Cora Rose turned 9 months old yesterday.
she has changed quite a bit:
We are so so blessed to have her.
Here are some things about her at her old age of 9 months ;-)
*she yells all the time (see below video)
* She goes through at least 3 outfit changes a day. I kid you not, this girl is SO messy. Bib or no bib, she is going to get dirty.
*She has finally starting liking baby food but still prefers table food.
*Has done a bit of army crawling just a couple times, but still no crawling.
*Has been sleeping through the night for one month.
*Working on teeth like mad!
*Just started "dancing" and it's way cute. She'll watch someone dance and then mock them by moving her little body up and down. It's adorable (video to come.)
*Once and a great while, she'll open her mouth up, and lean it very purposefully for a kiss. Love this.
She's a huge blessing, a huge gift.
Cora's way of saying hello.
So Cora has turned into quite the yeller....When she's happy, she yells, when she's just talking, she yells, and when she's mad, she yells. It's crazy. And Loud.
Here's an example (Make sure your computer is turned slightly down..ha)
This is a HAPPY yell, talking to her mama!
Here's an example (Make sure your computer is turned slightly down..ha)
This is a HAPPY yell, talking to her mama!
i find it hilarious.
Saturday, May 12, 2012
I couldn't have said it better myself.
I'm sure you've all heard about the recent craziness over the times magazine cover. (which i will NOT be posting because I find it totally and completely inappropriate-but we can save THAT for another conversation)
That cover has spawned on several other articles, etc..I found this one, and i adore it...and i wanted to share it. It inspired me :)
That cover has spawned on several other articles, etc..I found this one, and i adore it...and i wanted to share it. It inspired me :)
Am I Mom Enough? A Motherhood Wish List
It’s so tempting to get riled up by the Mommy Wars, isn’t it? The Time magazine cover story, Are You Mom Enough?,
featuring a beautiful mother in skinny jeans nursing her preschool-aged
son, is infamous by now. It made me, along with the rest of the
Internet, explode with righteous indignation. Mom enough? How dare they! This isn't a contest! But, wait ... what if it is? And I don't even own skinny jeans!
The story also made me think about
what I wanted to teach Andrew—I mean really teach him. I’m not talking
about the trendy must-dos that crop up each year about feeding and
sleeping and discipline, insecurity porn concocted just in time to fill a
fresh generation of parents with self-doubt. No, I’m talking about the
things that I want to impart in average, totally inextreme moments, when
my breasts are covered and my skinny jeans are in the wash.
Here’s my wish list.
I hope I raise a child who says “thank you” to the bus driver when he gets off the bus, “please” to the waiter taking his order at the restaurant, and holds the elevator doors when someone’s rushing to get in.
I hope I raise a child who loses graciously and wins without bragging. I hope he learns that disappointments are fleeting and so are triumphs, and if he comes home at night to people who love him, neither one matter. Nobody is keeping score, except sometimes on Facebook.
I hope I raise a child who is kind to old people.
I hope I raise a child who realizes that life is unfair: Some people are born rich or gorgeous. Some people really are handed things that they don’t deserve. Some people luck into jobs or wealth that they don’t earn. Tough.
I hope I raise a child who gets what he wants just often enough to keep him optimistic but not enough to make him spoiled.
I hope I raise a child who knows that he’s loved and special but that he’s not the center of the universe and never, ever will be.
I hope I raise a child who will stick up for a kid who’s being bullied on the playground. I also hope I raise a child who, if he’s the one being bullied, fights back. Hard. Oh, and if he’s the bully? I hope he realizes that his mother, who once wore brown plastic glasses and read the phonebook on the school bus, will cause him more pain than a bully ever could.
I hope I raise a child who relishes life’s tiny pleasures—whether it’s a piece of music, or the color of a gorgeous flower, or Chinese takeout on a rainy Sunday night.
I hope I raise a child who is open-minded and curious about the world without being reckless.
I hope I raise a child who doesn’t need to affirm his self-worth through bigotry, snobbery, materialism, or violence.
I hope I raise a child who likes to read.
I hope I raise a child who is courageous when sick and grateful when healthy.
I hope I raise a child who begins and ends all relationships straightforwardly and honorably.
I hope I raise a child who can spot superficiality and artifice from a mile away and spends his time with people and things that feel authentic to him.
I hope I raise a child who makes quality friends and keeps them.
I hope I raise a child who realizes that his parents are flawed but loves them anyway.
And I hope that if my child turns out to be a colossal screw-up, I take it in stride. I hope I remember that he’s his own person, and there’s only so much I can do. He is not an appendage to be dangled from my breasts on the cover of a magazine, his success is not my ego’s accessory, and I am not Super Mom.
I hope for all of these things, but I know this: None of these wishes has a thing to do with how I feed him or sleep-train him or god-knows-what-else him. Which is how I know that these fabricated “wars” are phony every step of the way. I do not need the expensive stroller. I do not need to go into mourning if my "sleep-training method" is actually a "prayer ritual" that involves tiptoeing around the house in the dark. This is not a test. It’s a game called Extreme Parenting, and you can’t lose if you don’t play. And, really, why would you play? You have children to raise.
Here’s my wish list.
I hope I raise a child who says “thank you” to the bus driver when he gets off the bus, “please” to the waiter taking his order at the restaurant, and holds the elevator doors when someone’s rushing to get in.
I hope I raise a child who loses graciously and wins without bragging. I hope he learns that disappointments are fleeting and so are triumphs, and if he comes home at night to people who love him, neither one matter. Nobody is keeping score, except sometimes on Facebook.
I hope I raise a child who is kind to old people.
I hope I raise a child who realizes that life is unfair: Some people are born rich or gorgeous. Some people really are handed things that they don’t deserve. Some people luck into jobs or wealth that they don’t earn. Tough.
I hope I raise a child who gets what he wants just often enough to keep him optimistic but not enough to make him spoiled.
I hope I raise a child who knows that he’s loved and special but that he’s not the center of the universe and never, ever will be.
I hope I raise a child who will stick up for a kid who’s being bullied on the playground. I also hope I raise a child who, if he’s the one being bullied, fights back. Hard. Oh, and if he’s the bully? I hope he realizes that his mother, who once wore brown plastic glasses and read the phonebook on the school bus, will cause him more pain than a bully ever could.
I hope I raise a child who relishes life’s tiny pleasures—whether it’s a piece of music, or the color of a gorgeous flower, or Chinese takeout on a rainy Sunday night.
I hope I raise a child who is open-minded and curious about the world without being reckless.
I hope I raise a child who doesn’t need to affirm his self-worth through bigotry, snobbery, materialism, or violence.
I hope I raise a child who likes to read.
I hope I raise a child who is courageous when sick and grateful when healthy.
I hope I raise a child who begins and ends all relationships straightforwardly and honorably.
I hope I raise a child who can spot superficiality and artifice from a mile away and spends his time with people and things that feel authentic to him.
I hope I raise a child who makes quality friends and keeps them.
I hope I raise a child who realizes that his parents are flawed but loves them anyway.
And I hope that if my child turns out to be a colossal screw-up, I take it in stride. I hope I remember that he’s his own person, and there’s only so much I can do. He is not an appendage to be dangled from my breasts on the cover of a magazine, his success is not my ego’s accessory, and I am not Super Mom.
I hope for all of these things, but I know this: None of these wishes has a thing to do with how I feed him or sleep-train him or god-knows-what-else him. Which is how I know that these fabricated “wars” are phony every step of the way. I do not need the expensive stroller. I do not need to go into mourning if my "sleep-training method" is actually a "prayer ritual" that involves tiptoeing around the house in the dark. This is not a test. It’s a game called Extreme Parenting, and you can’t lose if you don’t play. And, really, why would you play? You have children to raise.
Thursday, May 10, 2012
Ode to the thing i love to hate....
And the thing i hate to love...
running.
It's been 1 month since i started running. One month ago today I could barely get through a half of a mile. Today, I ran a mile and a half. My mile time has improved by almost 2 full minutes, and i'm feeling so much better about myself and my health. Sounds good, right? not quite. It's still SO SO hard for me.
I think maybe i had this expectation that once i got through the dreaded 2 weeks, it would start to be easy. I would run and run and run, and one day start to be like my husband and wake up and take a quick 5 mile jog. HA!
Each day i repeat certain things to get my butt off the couch and onto the treadmill...
i ask myself if tomorrow i would rather be sore or be sorry. I choose soreregularly most days. :-)
the thing that makes me not want to do it each day is just the fact that it (for lack of a better word) sucks. I hurt, and it's hard. whining. But then i remind myself that i can deal with it's sucky-ness for 20 minutes a day, or i can deal with my exact same body/health forever!!
Running has improved my overall mood during the day, my energy, and of course, my weight.
So, heres to you, running.
I don't love you...but i do like you. and maybe some day i'll love you.
:)
running.
It's been 1 month since i started running. One month ago today I could barely get through a half of a mile. Today, I ran a mile and a half. My mile time has improved by almost 2 full minutes, and i'm feeling so much better about myself and my health. Sounds good, right? not quite. It's still SO SO hard for me.
I think maybe i had this expectation that once i got through the dreaded 2 weeks, it would start to be easy. I would run and run and run, and one day start to be like my husband and wake up and take a quick 5 mile jog. HA!
Each day i repeat certain things to get my butt off the couch and onto the treadmill...
i ask myself if tomorrow i would rather be sore or be sorry. I choose sore
the thing that makes me not want to do it each day is just the fact that it (for lack of a better word) sucks. I hurt, and it's hard. whining. But then i remind myself that i can deal with it's sucky-ness for 20 minutes a day, or i can deal with my exact same body/health forever!!
Running has improved my overall mood during the day, my energy, and of course, my weight.
So, heres to you, running.
I don't love you...but i do like you. and maybe some day i'll love you.
:)
Tuesday, May 1, 2012
Some Foodie Adventures.
So, you've missed a lot.
Okay, well- i've missed posting a lot. I don't think I even posted about Cora turning 8 months or Owen learning how to write his name or even Easter! But that will all have to wait because for now i want to share with you some of my YUMMIES i've cooked and baked lately!
(if you are one of those haters who doesn't like to look at pictures of other people's food..now would be a good time to skip out! )
:)
I found each and every one of these recipes on...you guessed it...
the wonderful- pinterest.
(thank you for helping my cooking life so much you wonderful website you.)
these are called "vegetable enchiladas"
To me, it was more like a vegetarian mexican lasagna. It used corn tortillas, cheese ( i used fat free) and TONS of veggies. A whole head of cauliflower, peppers, and some other goods too. Let me tell you peeps, it was awesome. and healthy.
This next picture, i did NOT make. But i am excited about. Some of you may know that recently I made the mistake of tasting nutella. Yes...mistake. Because i LOVE it!! and my waistline does NOT!
So, i found this alternative in which the first ingredient is actually hazelnuts and not sugar. No hydrogenated oils either. I'm in love.
However, i probably won't ever buy an actual jar of it...because i'm so not in love with the almost $11.00 price tag..i kid you not...
This is called "Protein bread" again, via pinterest.
No sugar.
Blueberries. Whole wheat flour. Oats. Bananas. Protein Powder and probably a few others i forgot to mention. It's yum. Way yum. And filling!!! My husband likes to LATHER it in peanut butter...oh boy.
Then for easter I made this beauty:
Raspberry Banana Cake with Lemon frosting. On the health(er) side...but, i don't know a healthy cake, do you? It was amazing..
and Last but never least..
cauliflower pizza crust.
Yes, i was skeptical when i read the title..but after i ate it, i felt as though i had stumbled upon a well hidden secret! Pizza Crust made out of a vegetable? YES! Good for the waist line and GREAT tasting! In fact i would go so far as to say this is one of my favorite home made pizza's i've ever made!
There you have it folks, some of our good eats lately.
:)
Thursday, April 26, 2012
In case you were wondering...
We are indeed, alive!
However, our computer is broken. So Posting has been few and far between!
We got part 1 of our computer fixed and are now working on part 2. (urgh.)
So that's why we've been missing.
:)
Just in case you were wondering!!
However, our computer is broken. So Posting has been few and far between!
We got part 1 of our computer fixed and are now working on part 2. (urgh.)
So that's why we've been missing.
:)
Just in case you were wondering!!
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