Monthly Archives: October 2010

Apple Pancakes

I feel like I’ve been holding out on you guys. I love to cook. Well, I used to love cooking when I actually had time to do it, but now most days my cooking consists of a rotisserie chicken from Publix and some Pasta Roni. Oh well, one day I will have time again. Anyhow, I realized that as much as I love cooking, I have never shared any recipes with y’all. This is a travesty. So, let’s look at one of the recipes that I actually still use frequently and adore… Apple Pancakes!

It’s become somewhat of a tradition in our house to have pancakes on the weekends. Growing up, none of my siblings or I liked traditional pancakes with syrup. Now, I like them, but that’s beside the point. We did love Apple Pancakes topped with powdered sugar, however, and they are still a staple in our house, today.

Let me just warn you beforehand that these suckers are addictive, okay? Don’t try blaming me if you end up needing a 12-step program to stop eating them. Here is the ingredient line-up:

Apple Pancakes
1 cup flour
1/4 cup sugar
1 egg
3/4 to 1 cup of milk (depending on batter thickness)
1 1/2 tsp baking powder
1/2 tsp salt
1/2 tsp vanilla (if you’re crazy for vanilla, add 1 tsp)
1 apple, peeled, cored and grated
Butter for your pan
Powdered sugar for topping

The great thing about these pancakes, is that almost everyone has these ingredients on-hand at any given point, so you can whip them up whenever the mood strikes. We actually have these for dinner sometimes with a side of turkey bacon.

Basically, you just peel and core an apple, then grate it with a box grater. Or if you’re like me and don’t feel like coring an apple, just peel and grate the whole apple, avoiding the core.

Set that aside.

Mix your dry ingredients, then add the wet. Start with 3/4 cup of milk, and if it’s too thick, add another 1/4 cup. I almost always use a full cup. Stir just until smooth (don’t over-mix), then stir in your grated apple just until it’s well-blended.

Put a frying pan over medium heat. Take a stick of butter and rub it over the surface of the pan to coat (this is obviously optional if you’re using a nonstick pan, but really, it’s quite delicious and you should do it). Then, put a scoop of batter in the pan (about 1/4 cup or so) and wait. Once bubbles form on the surface and the batter is set (two minutes-ish), flip it over. Once both sides are brown, it’s done, just like a traditional pancake.

Top with powdered sugar, not syrup. Trust me, this is what you should MUST do. You can serve these stacked or one at a time, like my mom used to do because we were ravenous children that couldn’t wait for a whole stack to be cooked. I still eat mine in a single layer because of this, but Trevor likes a huge pile of them. The apple melts into the batter and is so, so good. I hope y’all try these and LOVE them as much as we do!

See? YUMMY.

Baby Overboard!

It is now common knowledge that Knox is a wild child. He never sits still, he’s always flipping, hanging upside down, twisting himself into a pretzel, climbing on something or just wiggling incessantly. Changing his diaper has become somewhat of an extreme sport. Try wrangling a poop-filled diaper off of kid that’s standing on his head… not so simple, y’all.

Last night, as I was changing Knox’s diaper on the changing table, it became apparent that his nose was in need of the bulb syringe. His closet is directly next to the dresser/ changing table, so with one hand still on Knox, I reached in to grab a burp cloth.

And he rolled right off of the table.

Thank goodness I ALWAYS keep at least one hand on this daredevil! I swear, it was like he was falling in slow motion. I was able to grab onto the back of his shirt with that mindful hand and catch him before he crashed headfirst onto the floor. He looked at me like “Why’d you do that?”

Even though I caught him and diverted disaster, my heart felt like it was going to jump out of my chest. He had a little red mark on his forehead for all of one minute where it scraped against the carpet, but I still felt bad about it. This age is a hard one because of how active Knox is and how little he understands consequences of diving off of furniture. He has no idea he will get hurt if he leaps from the couch or head-butts the coffee table. I am constantly catching him when he topples over or diverting him away from sharp corners and I feel a lot like a sheepdog herding my flock around. He hates baby jail and just wants to be free, not that I can blame him, so I have resigned myself to the fact that if he’s not in the jumperoo or on one of our laps, we have to stick to him like glue.

He is exactly like Trevor (who was a SPAZ as a child… I’ve seen the videos), and though I’ve always said that I want all boys, I am starting to wonder if girls would be easier.

Go Shorty… It’s your birthday!

Saturday was my birthday. I turned 45. Just kidding, I’m about 25… just making sure you’re awake, y’all. :) Last year, I spent my birthday crying on the couch as I suffered with illness and had zillions of Braxton Hicks contractions, so I had high hopes that this birthday would be much better! Friday night we went out to a glorious Mexican dinner with friends. My fabulous in-laws babysat Knox for us considering he gets livid if he’s out of the house around bed time. We had a great time with my brother and his fiancee and with our buddies Cole and Lindsey. They brought their little guy, Noah, who kept us all entertained by dancing. He can even “raise the roof”… It was so cute! We have to get Knox and Noah together soon… they are going to be good friends and troublemakers!

Trev and I at dinner (note the massive margarita the waitress brought me when she heard it was my birthday. I think everyone had some... except for pregnant Lindsey, of course.)

My brother, Austin, and his fiancee, Jen. He's in med school, so we were happy he could break away from studying to eat with us!

Cole, Noah and Lindsey.I love Noah's face! He is scared Cole is going to lick him, I think.

Noah and I. He was too busy looking at things for pictures.

When we got back home around 9, I was certain Knox would be asleep. We walked in to the sound of wailing. This was the very first time that someone other than Trevor or I tried to put Knox down for the night, and let’s just say that he was not pleased. He saw me and made it very clear that he was furious with me and wanted to be nursed to sleep. Well. Mama had some margaritas at dinner, so that was not in the cards. He was so angry! He grabbed my shirt, stuffed it in his mouth, cried, ripped it out. Grabbed my fingers, shoved them in his mouth, cried, ripped them out. This went on for a while before he finally crashed. Poor guy.

Saturday, my mother-in-law came back to watch Knox again (I promise, this is no hardship for her… she LOVES to baby sit!) while Trevor and I had a day of running around. All I really wanted to do was shop around for house stuff at all the places I love but can never drag Trevor to (like Hobby Lobby). So, we had lunch and spent a few hours buying things like pictures and lamps. It was so much fun, and now, even Trevor admits that Hobby Lobby is a pretty cool place. He thought it was “a bunch of yarn and stuff.” He thinks every single craft store is nothing but yarn, by the way. I told him there just isn’t that big of a market for yarn.

Once we got home, we loved on Knox and played with him and decided to order dinner in from a great Asian restaurant. Delish.

Can it get any cuter than this?!! I think not. I could seriously cry looking at his sweet smile.

Knox passed out before we got around to the birthday cake, which was covered in trick candles, ala my husband who cackled with delight every time they re-lit themselves. It’s the simple things in life, guys. Once we cut the cake, I went to get the milk out of the refrigerator. Not there. I looked on the counter, but it wasn’t there either. “Okay, Trevor, where is the milk?” He swore up and down that he hadn’t seen it. After looking everywhere for about five minutes, I found it. I had, apparently, put it back in a new and incorrect spot:

What can I say? I guess I’m losing my mind at the ripe old age of 25.

Show us your life Friday- Nurseries

I’m linking up with Kelly’s Korner for another riveting edition of “Show us your life Fridays.” This week’s assignment is kids’ rooms or nurseries. I am never finished decorating any room, so I still have plans for this one, as well. I eventually want to sew curtains and put up the nice black curtain rod I’ve had since before the child was born (I’m busy, what can I say?). And I have plans for art on either side of the window, so that will change slightly. BUT I still love this room. :) So, without further ado, here is Knox’s nursery:

Here's the Puff Rocker (amazingly comfortable) and Knox's palm tree. We keep that box of toys in the closet normally, but we just got finished playing with them. Knox loves to dump out the whole box and climb all over the toys. Good times.

This hangs over the rocking chair. My sister, Kayla, painted it for Knox when he was in the hospital. It has his birthdate and weight on it. Also, all around the perimeter are logos from different surfing companies, and she also painted Trevor's surfboard on there which thrilled him to pieces.

This is what you see as you walk into Knox's room from the hallway.

Here is the crib, which we LOVE. It only took four trips to the furniture store to pick it out. I'm decisive like that. Knox is staring at me wondering why I am not picking him up.

Although the crib is currently naked because my child climbs bumpers and such, it used to have precious "Giggling Turtle" bedding from Baby Gap. Love.

These are the name letters I painted for Knox when I was pregnant. I copied some I saw online and liked, but I was not about to pay $100 when I could do it myself!

Knox's dresser with his vintage surfing signs over the top. My friend, Lindsey, painted the awesome surfboard for him. I'm about to move it to the other side of the window vertically because Knox LOVES to kick it when I change him, and that sucker is really heavy. The hamper is on the left and the white trash can is our cloth diaper pail.

Another view

The closet... at least how the closet looked before Knox was born. This is definitely an old picture.

This cross hangs over Knox's door and was a gift from his Grandpa and Mimi on his dedication day.

It's his room, after all. Plus, he was SO cute in there looking up at me.

The End. I hope you enjoyed checking out Knox’s nursery!

Case: Closed

We had Knox’s follow-up at the cardiologist this morning. We established that the SVT (fast heart beat) was gone since we hadn’t seen it since the NICU, but he still had a tiny hole at the top of his heart. Normally, this closes at birth or shortly thereafter, but it was still there at our last appointment. Knox had an ultrasound of his heart today, and the hole was closed up! Woo hoo! He did a great job during the ultrasound, which totally brought me back to my pregnancy days except that I wasn’t the one on the table, it was a weird reversal of positions for him to be the one there. He started to get upset when the tech put the gel on him, but I sang to him the whole time and he was great. I’m sure the tech appreciated hearing my glorious singing, which is comparable to the sound of a bag full of dying cats. Oh well, all in a day’s work. We go back in six months for our last visit (I swear, they keep telling us it’s the last visit… I think they just like Knox over there). The doc told us “You’re out of the woods,” which was music to my ears. Even though we haven’t seen any issues since a few days after his birth, hearing that Knox is in the clear is still great news!

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