Sunday, November 28, 2010

The Great Christmas Card Photo Experiment

 
By now I should be resigned to the fact that I (personally) should not attempt taking Christmas card photos of my family.  Professional photographers exist for this very reason, yet I find myself attempting to create card-worthy photographs on my own.  I took photography classes in high school and did very well.  I even won a couple of local contests.  However, enticing my children to cooperate while waiting for the self-timer to click is not one of my strong suits.  We got one picture of the four of us that will have to suffice.  It's clearly not great or artsy.  Our normally exuberant, laughing Soren was subdued, to say the least.  Nolan was smiling but his eyes are downcast (or are they closed?)  Regardless, it's in the card making department at Shutterfly's hands now.  No re-takes.  No fancy editing.  Just us, plain and simple.

My life is far from perfect but it's good, just like our Christmas card picture.  The fact that my family isn't perfectly posed and smiling their best smiles is a more accurate representation of our everyday imperfect lives.  We aren't the Cleavers or the Huxtables and that's OK.  Frowns, shadows, downcast eyes and all.


These two, on the other hand?  Just about perfect.

Saturday, November 20, 2010

Yep, Another Recipe!

There's a restaurant in town whose motto is "This is not the place for a diet."  I love their no-holds-barred attitude toward good food.  We don't eat at Max's Diner all that often as a family because Todd dines at their establishment in The City quite often for work and he's "over Max's" when we discuss where to eat as a family.  Anyhow, Max's is fantastic and I had the pleasure of dining there for lunch with some friends yesterday.

Despite their non-diet tagline, I ordered a Mexican Caesar Salad--one of my favorite items on their menu.  I decided to eat (relatively) light because I knew I was making a big pot of not-so-light soup for dinner last night, and a girl's gotta balance out her calories, right?  I got the recipe for this amazing soup from Meg Duerksen over at Whatever.  You really should try the soup and the blog.  Meg's the real deal...and so's the soup.  For your dining pleasure, may I introduce you to...

Cheesy Potato Soup

Ingredients
one bag of tater tots
2 cans of chicken broth
1 stick of butter
12 slices of American cheese
1 t. minced garlic
2 c. sour cream
2 c. milk
1 t. salt
1 t. pepper
8 slices of bacon

In a stock pot combine the tater tots and broth.  Heat on medium until the tater tots are thawed and crumbled.  Add other ingredients except for bacon.  Stir until well blended.  Cover and cook over low heat (stirring occasionally) about 20 minutes or until heated through.  Cook bacon (I bake mine for 15 minutes at 400) and crumble.  Ladle soup into bowls and top with bacon crumbles.

***  This soup is so good and flavorful that I almost prefer it without the bacon.  Blasphemy, I know!  ***

Thursday, November 18, 2010

Count Your Blessings

I planned to post what I'm thankful for next Thursday on Thanksgiving, but I realized this afternoon that I'll be up to my elbows in turkey (literally--gross!) so "Thankful Thursday" has been moved up in my little blog world.
I am thankful for....

The Essentials
Salvation and my relationship with Jesus 
My friends and family, near and far
My health and the health of those I love 
 The unique freedoms we enjoy in America 
 My warm and cozy home
  Bountiful food on our table 
 Clothes on our backs  
Todd's steady job  
Our church  
Nolan's school and teachers

The Frivolities
My "swagger wagon"
Coffee
Chocolate
Good books
Travel opportunities
My camera
A computer to putz around on
Rainy days and cute rainboots
The invention of the DVR
"Me" time
What are YOU thankful for?

Monday, November 15, 2010

Home For The Holidays

It's the middle of November and I am excitedly anticipating the holiday season this year.  Our plans are simple and I couldn't be happier.  Thanksgiving will be a quiet day with just the four of us at home to celebrate.  Todd and I are going to channel our inner Martha Stewart's and attempt our first turkey!  I think we'll cheat a little bit and buy a fresh pre-brined turkey from Trader Joe's, but we're planning to make all the trimmings and side dishes from scratch all by ourselves.  It will be an experience that we'll long remember, no doubt!

It's always a bit strange celebrating holidays without my parents.  I vividly remember the first Thanksgiving I spent without them and how horribly homesick I was.  I was living in Denver and attending Seminary at the time.  My friend Jeff (we attended college at UCI and Denver Seminary together but we were not dating...just really close friends) invited me to have Thanksgiving with his family.  I had spent some time with them beforehand so this was nothing "new," but the drive from Denver to Los Alamos, New Mexico and the entire weekend was so incredibly emotional for me!  We had a lovely time but I missed my family terribly.  I was never so happy to be home for Christmas just a few short weeks later.

Our Thanksgiving weekend this year will entail cooking, eating, football, decorating for Christmas, a holiday movie or two with the littles and NO (I repeat, NO!) shopping!  Black Friday has never lured me in.  I have all but a few of my gifts bought and wrapped already, as a matter of fact!  My goal is to be ready for Christmas this year by December 1 so we can enjoy the month without having to address cards, wrap gifts, and put toys together at the last minute.  I want my kids to feel the peace that Christmas should bring, not the chaos it can evoke.  I want them to revel in the sights and sounds of Christmas, but understand (as much as they can at 4 and 1) that Christmas is about celebrating Jesus' birth, not about Santa and gifts.  I look forward to praying together during the advent season and reading the Christmas story and playing with the Little People Nativity set.  Making sweet memories.

Christmas Day will be spent at home, just the four of us.  Todd and I will probably prepare a feast again, but insetad of turkey we prefer prime rib on Christmas.  My parents will come up the day after Christmas and stay the week and we'll spend time in San Francisco, at the holiday Zoo event and just hanging out at home together (and hitting the after Christmas sales!)

Happy Holidays!

Thursday, November 11, 2010

Here We Go Again

This precious little boy melts my heart. 

Sweetness and light just ooze from him and I can't help but kiss his velvety cherub cheeks every time he's near.  I swear that I've given each of my boys (Todd included) a million kisses but Todd says that's mathematically impossible.  He may be correct, but I swear that I'll die trying.

We have had so much fun watching Soren grow into a little person.  His personality just makes me smile from ear to ear.  As he's developed over the last fifteen months we have noticed some areas where he's lagging behind and have kept our eyes peeled for further significant lapses.  After the tally in my head grew to more than I could remember at once I started writing things down.  Last week when I took Soren for his 15 month well baby check I came prepared with a list of concerns.  I wish that I was simply a "hyper-sensitive mom" due to Nolan's issues, but my pediatrician agreed with Todd and I that Soren should be evaluated.  So we are off to Stanford for developmental assessment.  The wait is longer than we'd hoped, but we are getting all our ducks in a row to have Soren assessed in January.

The range of "normal" varies quite a bit and it is rather difficult to discern whether or not a child is developmentally delayed or just not interested in doing a certain task.  Nearly all 15 month olds wave, clap, point, say at least two words that have meaning and can follow simple instructions.  Despite the fact that we wave goodbye to Nolan every sinlge morning as he gets on the school bus, Soren does not wave on his own.  He doesn't clap when he's excited, or even when he's not.  He doesn't point when we look at pictures in a book or when I ask "Where's the ball?"  He doesn't recognize any body parts (his or mine) or animals although we talk about them and play with them every day.  Exposure is there but recognition is not.  Soren also has no words that are appropriate.  He babbles continually but the only word he's used in a correct context is "uh-oh," and that's only on occassion.  Every blue moon I'll hear "mama" but it's not in reference to me.  Clearly, something's not clicking in his little brain when it comes to both receptive and expressive language.

His coordination seems to be relatively on par.  He's not walking independently yet, but he gets closer and closer to walking alone every day.  He does a great job feeding himself and is learning to use a spoon (although from the above picture you can see that he's terribly messy, but what toddler isn't?) yet he prefers his fingers simply for the fact that it's faster and more efficient that way.  He climbs up and down stairs with ease and can get down from the couch (but not up, as it's too high.)

Of course the autism alarms have gone off in my head.  After all, Soren has a much higher chance of autism because of his older brother.  Just as Nolan did as a toddler, Soren has a relatively long attention span for a 15 month old.  He will play with one toy repetitively (ie: taking off and putting on Woody's hat) until I take it away or divert his attention elsewhere.  He also tends to fixate on spinning objects.  These characteristics in and of themselves do not make a person autistic, but when they are coupled with the fact that there are developmental delays the chance of autism is certainly present...and certainly higher.

If there's one thing I've learned about autism that stands out above and beyond everything else it's this:  No two autistic people are aike.  They are as varied in their manifestations as there are stars in the sky.  Before Nolan my exposure to autism was very limited--Rain Man, my dear firend Dawn's son Marshall, a little girl named Brittany who was in my class for no more than a week before she was pulled out because our private school didn't have the resources to meet her needs.  Now I see autism everywhere I turn.  Among the ten other students in Nolan's class, in the news, in books, in movies.  It is so important to note that autism is a spectrum disorder and symptoms in one person may not be present in the next.  And, for me, because it is a spectrum disorder it makes it so much more difficult to discern "is this autistic?" or "is this just his personality?"  For now I will err on the side of caution yet hope for the best.

So here we go again.  Chapter two of this "Development Book" is opening with a new starring character.  I wonder what God has in store for our precious little star.

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Confessions Of A Coffee Convert

I have a new love.  It's a relationship that's developed over time--slow and steady, sometimes neglected--but now in full force.  I have become a full-fledged coffee drinker.  As someone who once said "Never!" to coffee I have learned to never say "Never!" again.  Miracles happen.  Here's the proof...

My Dad has been a coffee drinker for as long as I can remember and the smell of percolating coffee filled our home every morning, and occasionally at night.  As a child I thought it smelled "funny," and as a teenager I thought it smelled "gross."  Maybe that's because my Dad drank it black.  It just looked muddy and dirty and...eew.  My grandparents always dipped their toast in their coffee--which I still think is gross (and for the record I don't dip my cookies in milk either)--so maybe that's why coffee remained in the "gross" category as long as it did.  Anyhow, due to this "gross factor" I vowed to never try it.

Well-meaning people would tell me "Oh just wait til you get to college and you'll drink it by the gallon-full to keep yourself awake while you're studying."  But it didn't happen like that.  Then I heard "Wait til you land your first real job and you'll need it to be tip top in the morning."  Nope.  Didn't need it then, either.

Then when?  When did this love affair begin?  My memory is a bit foggy as to which "Christmas past," but I know it had to do with a festive red cup and the warmth that surrounds my favorite holiday.  A friend suggested I try a peppermint mocha because it wasn't too coffee-ish and, well, what's not to love about peppermint?  Oh, Starbucks!  You slayed me right then and there!  I indulged a time or two that season and then the pretty little red cups went away.  And so did my coffee consumption.

Enter spring...warm weather...Frappucino frothiness.  Carmel?  Yes, please!  A new Charla treat emerges.

As a teacher I received Starbucks gift cards up the yazoo and gave many of them away because $20 would go a loooong way with this non-coffee-drinking gal.  I'd imbibe maybe once or twice a month, at the urging of friends.  You know, I was a "social drinker" and nothing more.

And then...THEN we moved to our current home.  As surely as the stars align in the sky, a Starbucks was right there in my grocery store!  How convenient is that?  And I was sleep deprived...with a toddler...and soon got pregnant again...and needed even more help staying awake.  So I became a more frequent coffee drinker out of...um, let's call it necessity.  My once or twice a month coffee date morphed into once a week.  Not necessarily for the caffeine...but for the taste (dare I confess?!)

And then...enter VIA.  I discovered Starbucks Via about a month ago when we were on vacation.  On a whim I bought a box to try because I don't own a coffee maker (after all, I am most certainly NOT a coffee drinker!) but would enjoy a cup every once in awhile at home.  Hello!  Easy peasy!  And so yummy!  And so cheap!  I can afford coffee every day if I want it!  And I can make it hot or iced at home without the mess of a coffee maker!  Mocha flavored and instant?  Brilliant!  And now that I'm older and wiser and know that coffee doesn't need to be consumed black and muddy like Daddy or dunked in toast like Grandma my whole world has opened up to mocha flavored with a dash of vanilla creamer yummyness.

So now I am officially a coffee convert.  I am no longer a "social drinker" but a proud coffee connoisseur.  Almost daily.  And I love it so--liquid happiness in a cup.

Monday, November 1, 2010

Boo To You!

My sweet kids couldn't scare a soul because they're so CUTE!
(So much for "Boo!") 



Todd and I aren't big Halloween fans so we downplayed the holiday and made no specific plans for the kids.  However, the evening ended up being really fun and spontaneous...thanks to NOLAN'S "plan!"  Earlier in the evening we dressed the boys up in their costumes and took them to Yogurtland for a treat (in lieu of trick or treating...or so we thought.)  When we returned home Nolan had a ball handing candy out to the children who came to our door, but when he realized that HE could go GET candy at other people's homes he wanted to trick or treat too!  So off we went!  He was so excited to come home and eat three pieces of candy before bed.






I suppose we'll be celebrating Halloween with trick or treating from here on out!