High and (mostly) Dry

We live 8 blocks uphill from the Manatawny River. Normally, I complain about the 8 blocks I have to bike uphill after visiting High Street, the main street through town. Yesterday, I had nothing but kind words for that hill.

Our basement took on a little water. I don’t know how much because it all went straight into the drains (the floor is sloped to aid the runoff).

My garden survived the high winds. No butternut squashes were lost unless you count the one that Dan accidentally mowed over the morning before the storm.

A few branches broke off the old oak tree, but that is a perk if you are talking to Jake. Oh how he loves to chew on sticks.

Though the river did not make it across the Manatawny Street into people’s houses, it did flood the Memorial Park.

Love for Google+

Goodbye to Facebook. Hello Google+.

The main reason – Nay, the only reason – I am jumping ship is my love of sharing pictures. It’s true that Google+ has other perks, such as integrating with my gmail account. They’re nice features, but what sold me is the ability to link to all my photo albums to my account. It’s something Facebook does not offer. Not only does Facebook’s process for uploading pictures suck, Facebook won’t talk to Picasa, which is where I prefer to upload all my pictures to.

The first thing Google+ asked me when I joined was if I wanted to link my many Picasa albums to it. Heck yeah. Right now the only people who see all the pictures I take of Elly are my husband and my MIL. Occassionally I post a link in Facebook to one of the pictures. Several pictures of Elly are included in my blog posts, but Elly’s album has over 100 pictures.

Elizabeth, Age 1

It is impossible to post them all. Still I would love family and friends to have easy access to them. Finally, I can have my cake and eat it too.

If you are on Google+, please add me to your circle.

Kellogs Cereal

Much to my surprise and delight, Kellogs sent me 2 of their new cereals to taste and to blog about. I was so sure they would pass over my small blog and opt for a blog that maintains a higher readership. Despite blogging for about 4 years now, I am still a small-timer. When I first started this blog, my goals were to become one of the top knitting blogs and to promote my knitting patterns. Much has changed. My priorities are different. Elly, of course, comes first now. The blog has taken a back seat. It is written strictly for pleasure now. After her birth, I had even entertained the idea of retiring the blog. I chose not to because I love to write about my hobbies and I love to brag about Elly.

Enough of my babbling about this blog, I’m sure you are dying to know what I thought of the cereals. Even if you could care less, I’m dying to tell you.

The first cereal Elly and I tried was FiberPlus Cinnamon Oat Crunch. My reaction was mixed. With milk, it tasted both good and bad. I loved the spice of the cinnamon and the crunchiness of the O’s. The one thing I didn’t like was the texture. It was too light and airy and it became soggy too fast.

Elly’s reaction was different. She prefers her cereal dry so she tried the Cinnamon Oat Crunch without any milk. She cleaned her entire tray of them. She even prefers them over Cheerios, which shocked me, since Cheerios were her first love.     As soon as my local grocery store Weis carries it, I’ll be buying Elly her own box. Thanks to the high fiber and antioxidants in it, I will gladly fill and refill her snack container.

On a side note, we have retired the snack traps. Elly refused to put her hand into the opening in the lid. Apparently, it’s much too inefficient. She preferred to yank the entire lid off and then dump the contents rendering them useless.

The 2nd cereal I tried was Kellogg’s FiberPlus Berry Yogurt Crunch. This cereal had a leg up in the taste test; I love dried fruit in my cereal. It didn’t disappoint. It had a great crunch and a melody of flavors from the yogurt covered blueberries, nuts,and sweetened flakes. Although I had no trouble devouring the entire box – so much so that I didn’t find time to take a picture-, I found the cereal a bit too sweet to eat on a daily basis. As an occassional treat, it’s perfect.

Elly turned her nose up at the Berry Yogurt Crunch cereal. She wouldn’t even try it. Ha! Kellogs shouldn’t be offended. Elly often turns her nose up at new foods, especially my homebaked breads. I hope she’ll learn to love my cooking and baking as she gets older, but I’m not holding my breath. Most kids would live off of chicken nuggets and french fries if allowed. Elly is no different.

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Sore Hands

On Saturday, I knit so much that my hands became sore. It was wonderful!

Lately, all my knitting is accomplished during car rides. On Saturday, not only did I get to knit during the drive to Granny’s house but I got to knit throughout the entire visit. Elly is quite independent now. Outside of the diaper changes and a New York minute  nursing session, she didn’t need me at all. She was happy to play with her cousins and to drag her doting Aunt all around.

I was so darn proud of her. I was also a bit sad. My little girl is growing up.

Envious of Toys No More

I’ve been cured. May I never be envious of another child’s toy.

Remember the water table I fell in love with at a friend’s house? And how I bought one for Elly only a few days after seeing it.

The toy is headed to an early retirement after only being in service for about a month.

Elly has become a climber.

She’s quite good. She can even reach places we thought were only reachable by adults.

Perhaps we encourage her, but it’s hard not to laugh.

Earning Her Keep

Elly may only be 17 months old, but already she helps out with several household chores. She can put dirty clothes in the hamper, put wet clothes in the dryer, and turn the washer on. Hands down, her favorite task to do is helping her Daddy make coffee.

An Artist Blooming

Since Elly had her 1st birthday and officially became a toddler, I have had an intense desire to introduce her to the world of drawing and coloring.

My first attempt didn’t go well due to her intense desire to jam everything in her mouth, despite buying markers designed especially for her age. After such a failure, the crayons were hastily packed away. I try to be a lax mom, but the thought of Elly crapping a rainbow of colors made me nervous and a bit sick to my stomach.

Last week, I finally had the privilege of mailing Elly original artworks to her grandparents. What changed? I tried letting Elly draw with the humble pencil. For the first five minutes, it was a perfect match. Elly held the pencil between her thumb and middle finger, like she had been doing it all her life. Then, she proceeded to flip through her notebook and draw on the pages as inspiration hit her. I was thrilled and quickly ran to get the camera.

After those first five minutes were up, things started to go downhill quickly. Elly chewed the eraser off and spat it out. When she turned the pencil around and bit off the lead tip, I called the drawing session to a close.

Certain that surely somebody designed pencils for kids, I searched online for a fatter pencil that didn’t have a tasty eraser on the back end. Leave it to Crayola to have exactly what I wanted: Write Start colored pencils.

After ten minutes of drawing, Elly still tries to eat the pencils, but she hasn’t managed to snap the lead tip off like she did with the narrow #2 pencil nor is there an eraser to eat. Plus, she loves the designs on each pencil. I think her favorite is the apple pencil, which of course is the red pencil.

Toy Envy

Last Saturday, we attended a birthday party for Penny, who was turning 2. Elly had a wonderful time being around so many kids her age, yammering to anybody who would listen, and playing with Penny’s toys. She particularly liked Penny’s toy laptop and her water table.

Although Elly still has an “out of sight – out of mind” mentality at her age, her Mommy does not. Heck, I was just as amazed as Elly was with Penny’s water table. I had to buy one!

As soon as it arrived, I put it together, threw Elly into her new bathing suit, and invited our neighbor Irene over. Both Elly and Irene had a great time playing with the water table.

Even Jake approved; it’s the perfect height for lapping up a drink of water.

Elly and I Hate Being Idle

We thought it was a phase that she would grow out of. More accurately, we were hoping it was a phase that would only last a month or two. Elly is almost a year and a half old and she still hates riding in the car for longer than 20 minutes.

On Saturday, we drove to a friend’s house to celebrate their daughter’s 2nd birthday. Elly fussed on the way there after quickly growingbored of her musical frogger and other toys I had packed. Once there, she had a great time running around and playing with the other children. Most children would sleep after such an outing, but not Elly. I can count on one hand how many times she has fallen asleep in the car. Rather than sleep, she strained against the straps to her car seat desperately trying to get out.

I know how she feels.

I hate sitting still with nothing to keep my hands busy. Thankfully, I can knit, which is exactly what I did. I cast on for the hexagon afghan.

Once Elly is old enough, I’ll teach her to knit. With a little luck, it will make her enjoy car rides more.

Hiding Indoors from the Heat

Last week it was too hot to play in the garden. After biking to the local splash park for two days in a row, I needed a break. So, on Friday we stayed home. It seemed like the perfect excuse to try out a craft idea I found on BabyCenter’s website: finger painting.

2 tbsp flour
2 tbsp and 1 tsp water
food coloring

Mix the water and flour together using a fork or mini whisk. If necessary add additional water, a teaspoon at a time, until you reach a good consistency for painting. Dye the flour-paint in your child’s favorite colors via food coloring.

Expect a mess.

I draped our dining room table with an outdoor plastic tablecloth. Then, I taped waxed paper to the cloth. I strapped Elly into her booster seat. To save her outfit, I hunted down Dan’s old apron. Finally, I stepped back and let the magic happen.



When she stopped painting on the wax paper and started painting the arms of the chair, I called a stop to the festivities.

Later in the day, Dan and I discussed setting up a craft area for Elly in the basement so that our dining room set might survive her youth.