The Irony...I know

After my last post, I thought it only appropriate to follow up with some of my Sunday activities of baking Peanut Butter Cookies (and putting my treadmill on Craig's List tonight- no joke...but remember? I'm joining a gym????)
Anyway, we have small group at our house tomorrow night and Jason suggested peanut butter cookies (which I never even think to make) and I hesitate because thin, crispy ones are no good (in my opinion) and I've never been able to find a recipe otherwise or try any for that matter that aren't soft and chewy. After a while of googling and reading reviews (and yes, typing in how to make Subway's PB cookies...), I found one that looked promising, busted it out and WALL-AHH!!
Success. They're truly amazing. The dough is even better. And my husband's reaction to them is priceless. Job well done...so well done, that I want to share my find. But unless you're in my community group tomorrow night, here's the recipe so you can try for yourself.
They truly are soft and chewy. My altercations were that I only used peanut butter chips (not chocolate chips, too), cooked them 9 minutes (less time) and on some of them (per husband's request), I shoved a chocolate kiss in the middle when I pulled them out of the oven.
Enjoy. :)

Peanut Butter Cookies

1 1/4 cups all-purpose flour
3/4 teaspoon baking soda
1/2 teaspoon baking powder
1/4 teaspoon salt
1/2 cup unsalted butter, softened
1 cup peanut butter at room temperature (smooth is what we used, but I am pretty sure they use chunky at the bakery)
3/4 cup sugar
1/2 cup firmly packed light brown sugar
1 large egg, at room temperature
1 tablespoon milk
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
1/2 cup peanut butter chips
1/2 cup chocolate chips

For sprinkling: 1 tablespoon sugar, regular or superfine

Preheat oven to 350 degrees. In a large bowl, combine the flour, the baking soda, the baking powder, and the salt. Set aside.

In a large bowl, beat the butter and the peanut butter together until fluffy. Add the sugars and beat until smooth. Add the egg and mix well. Add the milk and the vanilla extract. Add the flour mixture and beat thoroughly. Stir in the peanut butter and chocolate chips. Place sprinkling sugar — the remaining tablespoon — on a plate. Drop by rounded teaspoonfuls into the sugar, then onto ungreased cookie sheets, leaving several inches between for expansion. Using a fork, lightly indent with a criss-cross pattern (I used the back of a small offset spatula to keep it smooth on top), but do not overly flatten cookies. Bake for 10 to 12 minutes. Do not overbake. Cookies may appear to be underdone, but they are not.

Cool the cookies on the sheets for 1 minute, then remove to a rack to cool completely.

Lost Love

Flowers planted? Check.
House clean? Check.
Workout accomplished? Check.
Though I need to explain something on this one. You see, ever since I was in Junior High, I have been a runner and avid fitness fanatic. I never missed a day of working out and have always eaten healthy my whole life. And for the 5 years I lived in California, this increased even more so. I mean, when you wake up in So.Cal every morning and step outside, the environment is literally screaming "Please come running today!". On the weekends I would do long runs from Huntington Beach down to Laguna Beach and back, ending at the fresh market alongside the Huntington peer. Glorious.
Then I moved to Arkansas to finish up graduate school and oh.my.goodness. running was no longer fun, but tedious and somewhat tortuous compared to the backdrop I had previously.
So to spurn my motivation I felt slipping from beneath me, my sister and I decided to train for the LA marathon since I would be going back. A goal. Great idea.
About a month into training, I got my first bout of kidney stones and found myself in the hospital. Setback to say the least (and because since these were my first, I thought I was dying and my body was shutting down for a week). Soon after "healing" (as those of you know who have had these wonderful things, you're never really healed), I then got my first ever sinus infection (welcome to Arkansas), followed by the stomach flu which I had not had since I was a child. Needless to say, my motivation for the marathon dwindled and so did my love for running, officially, as of about 1.5 years ago. I swore after I had Lincoln I would re-discover this love (because I do miss it!), but then I got pregnant again and decided it was a worthless cause. Now I still work out, but I don't love it like I used to and I long to be able to run 4 miles a day, 7 days a week (gosh I'd settle for five!) without feeling like my lungs are going to explode! I told Jason yesterday that after this little one is born, I WILL START AGAIN (running, that is) since we ARE NOT HAVING ANOTHER BABY FOR A WHILE. I promise (on the latter). Another kicker in this whole deal is I have always been a big gym person - and I like to go when it's crowded. There was always something comforting about knowing you're not the only one working out. And I would always challenge myself to go longer than the one next to me. In Siloam...no gyms. Bentonville? They have gyms and I'm excited. :)
Now here's the scary part. Since this pregnancy, so far every time I go on my walks or do any exercises, my right hip/side of my leg KILLS. Jason's been teaching me all of these stretches to help it, but I'm saying, I can't even bend down for the next 24 hours without pain. And then here in the next two days I've started having lower back pain. I'm hoping this is pregnancy related and not all my years of running punishing me.

Game Face

What a wonderful blessing to wake up to sunshine, amazing temperatures, cloudless skies, and to do all of this on my own timing. Yes, I woke up at 8:00am, before Lincoln! I got up, made my breakfast, got his bottle ready, walked in his room to check on him, only to find he was awake - just playing peacefully in his crib ready with a heart-melting smile when he saw me.
Loving Saturday.
I think today I might re-plant some fall flowers in front of our house, work out and enjoy the sunshine, bake cookies, and watch The Game. Yes, Arkansas gets another shot today. And Lincoln is ready.
Loving Saturday

Woo Pig Sooie!!

This weekend was the opening Razorback home football game. Jason's family came in with their exchange student from Serbia (Ogi) to hang out and go to the game. Jason's family has season tickets so this is a festivity we get to enjoy every year.
We always tailgate and are SO privileged to have an awesome tailgating location!! We're in the lot directly behind the jumbo tron so if you're ever out, come say hello!

Aunt Amy and Uncle Na-Na (that's what Lincoln says), came out before the game to hang out. We successfully taught Lincoln to "Call the Hogs" today! If you start the "Woooooo -" part he'll raise his hands up real high - we're still working on the "Pig Sooie!" but I'm sure he'll get it soon :) Lincoln with Ogi - his new friend. :) The McMahan men:

Lincoln was a trooper the whole day...he didn't get any hamburgers (see the face below) but he did get his first tastes of cheeze-its and watermelon which he delightfully enjoyed. He didn't go to the game (he'll be taking my pass when he gets older) but he did get to go shopping with his Aunt Erica and his Gran-Gran.

A Little Hint

Lincoln was sick Monday and I stayed home with him, and of course, by Monday night I was coughing up unrecognizable junk, struggling for breath, and feeling like my head just might explode. So Tuesday was my day to stay home sick (Lincoln was better) and I took him to his little pre-pre-school (as I call it) so I could try to get better.
And here we are all the way to Wednesday...NOT BETTER. In fact, not only am I not better, but I don't even feel any different than I did Monday night. So I'm thinking a doctor's call is in order. Anyway, sick + pregnant is not the best combination.
But it means I get bored being at home and have time to write more pointless blog post like this one. Lucky you.
In the midst of my struggle for air through my poor clogged nose this morning, I did feel the baby kick! That was always one of my favorite feelings with Lincoln (as long as he avoided the ole ribcage). And here's for the title of this getting-more-boring-by-the-letter post: I think we're get pretty darn close to deciding on a name for the new little man. I personally LOVE this name and it's been a matter of letting Jason have it swirl through his mind. I've been very careful not to start calling him by this name when we refer to the baby because I don't wanna push anything on him. But here lately, he's been calling the baby by this name...he said he really likes it, but we haven't officially decided. So I'm not going to tell you the name yet until we are FOR SURE, but the little guy's initials could be: NJM. And I'll even throw in one more hint: it's not Norman Julius McMahan.
And there you have it.

Here Comes the Water

I used to pride myself last pregnancy (1st mistake) about how I never let my hormones get the best of me. You know...the tendency for pregnant women to burst into tears when they can't find what they're looking for at Walmart (wasn't me) or rumors about how someone can accidental look at a pregnant women in a different way (not even a wrong way!) and she'd instantly release the flood gates (also not me). Yes. For some reason I escaped the wrath of the Hormone Fairy Demon-ess when I carried Lincoln.
But ladies and gentlemen (if there are gentlemen who read the blogs??) - I'm afraid she has found me. There's actually quite a few examples, but here's the latest (10 minutes ago, to be exact...eyes still red).
I have been having trouble getting the right contact prescription and had a run-in w/ my last optometrist (I'll save you the ridiculous details of how they attempted insurance fraud with me), and after countless times of letting him try to get it right - and failing, mind you - I was told by many close friends and family to see an Optomologist instead (medical eye doctor).
So I made the appointment some time back, and today was the day. I was so excited, even in the midst of stying home for day #2 from being sick. Excited because I was actually going to get contacts that fit and didn't hurt my eyes. Excited to not have to wear my glasses 80% of the time (when I don't bear through the contacts) since they are not conducive to my current lifestyle (i.e. working out, Lincoln grabbing for them, not being able to wear sunglasses, etc...).
Understated, I.Was.Pumped.
First prick to my bubble, I arrive and the receptionist says, "The doctor thinks you should just see an optometrist...is that okay?"
No. They have not been able to figure out my eyes. I want the doc.
So then I feel utterly stupid when the doctor agrees to go ahead and see me because I know the whole time in his head, he is thinking "This is a ridiculous waste of my time" after he's probably uttered mean things to the staff about how stupid that little girl is for insisting on an Optomologist.
THEN, he checks my eyes and goes..."Honey - you're pregnant. You just honestly don't need to do anything right now. I can fit you for contacts but you're just gong to be unsatisfied with me and I see that was your problem with the last guy cause your prescription will change."
But you don't understand! I can't keep wearing my glasses! They give me headaches and i can't just not wear them - everything looks like blobs!
Then he looked at me in a fatherly tone (and slightly arrogant) and said "You're pregnant - YOU'RE PREGNANT...you don't need to do all that stuff...YOU'RE PREGNANT."
Really?
Then he followed it up with, "I'm the expert, but if you really want contacts now, I can get someone in here to fit them, but YOU'RE PREGNANT.
So if I say yes - I NEED contacts!!! Then I'm not following expert advice???
Instantly my eyes started welling with tears because I could not understand why he wasn't being helpful. I felt like he was holding a grudge that I wanted to see him instead of an Optometrist.
He then checked my eyes for dryness and said I have really bad tear ducts for my age.
I was on the verge of showing him otherwise.
I wanted so badly to insist he fit me for some contacts, but I was about to burst into tears (thank goodness I was sick because it looked like I had emerging cold symptoms - I think), so I tried to keep speaking to a minimal to keep from exposing my wavering voice.
So I paid him my money and walked out with a broken spirit, no contacts, and what seemed like - perfectly fine working tear ducts.
And I cried all the way home.
And was reminded yet again, that I'M PREGNANT.

Some Evidence

Evidence that, yes, I am still alive and well (as I sat here and realized it's been over a week since my last post!) and that Lincoln really is "doing" all I claim he is. So here's some proof in pictures (cause he's just so darn cute):

Him and Bruce Wayne have become quite good buds. He's the only dog in recent pictures cause he's the only kind soul that doesn't take off running when they see Lincoln headed their way - God bless you, Mr.Wayne.

His 2 new favorite toys: (1) pale of Jenga blocks (2) my linen bin full of all my socks

So here's one of his "latest"...he takes out all of the jenga blocks, and then puts them all back in the pale! He also does this with random items on the tables - he'll take them down, throw them on the floor, then go pick it all up and put it back on the table (then repeat the process 5-10 times).
He signs "more" (though sometimes his sign language for this resembles more of a clap) anytime he wants more food. Dad has an orange here - a treat they share and one of his favorites.

He waves "bye-bye" on cue and when others wave. And sometimes he'll even say "B-B-" when he does it. Can't wave hello though...

He claps when you say "Yeah!!" or when others are clapping - even the others happen to be on TV. He cheered Roger Federer on today and clapped every time a touchdown was scored at the football game Friday night - no joke. He's got this one DOWN. He can free-stand for about 10 seconds with perfect balance. He then just sits down (doesn't fall down anymore) and we swear the guy could walk but he's simply not interested.

Then just some irresistibles of the cutie: He loves his rocking chair. He can get out of it on his own and we're working on him being able to climb in it...

Now this precious face is when daddy was fixing him a late dinner of tacos and wouldn't fix Lincoln a plate...and he knew daddy wasn't fixing him anything.

So he joined Papi (right corner) in begging for a bite (he doesn't eat tacos yet).
He gave me this pitiful look when daddy wouldn't share. Then he broke out the big guns.But don't worry - he got over it (when daddy shared his orange).

So there's some proof of our little one's accomplishments...just a little over 10 months old. :)