Monday, May 13, 2013

All about me

Hi. My name is Alaina. I am 17 months old. Here is a little bit about me:

I enjoy trying out all available seating.

Like a baby seat


 Or a swing.


Or in front of the fridge, where my mom hides all the good food.

Or on top of my daddy to wake him up.

I couldn't fit my bottom in the pan, so standing sufficed.


I also love discovering new things


 Like barbecues.


And tantrums.

  
Ice cream!


And millipedes.

More about me:
I love to run. I never walk. Ever. I think it's funny when my mom has to chase me. It will be even funnier when she is 9 months pregnant. I wonder how fast she will be then.
I love making animal sounds. I currently do a horse, cow, monkey, and goldfish on demand.
I talk a lot. Just none of it makes sense to the grown ups.
I am scared of large men, and my home teacher, even though he is not large.
I eat more than my parents. My belly bump currently rivals my mom's.
I am growing a mullet. 
I can tell you where all my body parts are.
I have my parents wrapped around my cute little finger.



Saturday, April 20, 2013

An objective critique

I have great parents. Now, let's talk about their flaws.

This reflection all started when I thought back to what music I was exposed to as a child. The Snell Home music collection consisted of Kenny G, MoTab, and maybe a Phantom or Cats soundtrack. Not exactly a cultural goldmine. When I would ask my parents about the music they listened to when they were younger, I'd get this response:
Mom: "I just loved elevator music." (What does that even mean? I guess it explains the Kenny G.)
Dad: "Well, I liked that one song Turn Turn Turn. But I was also in lots of musicals in high school." This comment would always be followed by him singing a show tune, which I guess explains Phantom and Cats.
And that's about all the musical exposure my parents gave me. So sad. So flaw #1 is making me discover Journey and Billy Joel all by myself.

Snells do salads, and chicken, and lots of crock pot stuff. My parents' idea of exotic cuisine was going to a Chinese restaurant so my dad could talk to the staff in Cantonese. So flaw #2 is leaving shrimp, sushi, and Thai food out of my childhood diet.

Speaking of food, I wish my mom would have taught me to cook. In her defense, she tried, but I just wasn't interested in learning. So I guess flaw #3 really belongs to me. There is a sad day in my memory as a young college student where I boiled chicken for dinner because I figured that was the only way to cook it. Ugh, vile. How far I've come since that day.

That's pretty much all the beef I have with the parentals, but to be fair I think I should name the things I'm grateful that they introduced to me.

#1-How to play pretty much every sport. Except baseball, which I find boring.
#2-the theatre.
#3-how to work hard
#4-how to teach using the scriptures
#5-old movies
#6-the value of exercise
#7-having a Christ-centered home
#8-the California Penal Code
#9-Rook
#10-quality family dinner conversation

We'll cap it there. Overall, I think they did a stand-up job.

Thursday, April 4, 2013

News

So I guess I better come out and say it. I'm pregnant. (Yay!) Here's what I think about round 2 so far:

-I'm going with a midwife this time around, which I am THRILLED about. Midwives and I see eye to eye on the whole birth process. I usually don't offer this information to older people, however. I seem to get a lot of responses including "Why would you put yourself and your baby at risk?" and "Are you sure that's a wise choice?" I think most of the older population equates modern-day midwifery with witchcraft and barnyard births. By the time I get around to saying, "I am delivering in a hospital by a board certified practitioner," I've already lost them.
-I partially got pregnant just so I could have something to say when people ask me, "When are you due?" It kinda happened a lot (once it happened 3 times in one day), and was slowly crushing my self esteem to an oblivion. So now I smile and say "October!" instead of "Uh, I'm not." Fewer awkward conversations these days.
-This pregnancy has been glorious. I've only thrown up 4 times, instead of 4X/day for the first trimester.
-I'm sort of terrified of having 2 kids, for all selfish reasons. I'm afraid that a second child will suck up every ounce of free time that I cling to now, and I'll have to quit my book club, and the house will always be a wreck, and going anywhere will take FOREVER, and other such things.
-I would be thrilled to have another girl. Girls are so cute. And since Alaina and I are such pals, I would love to add a new member to our club. Frankly, I'm also terrified of having a son, since baby boys didn't happen a lot in my family.
-I think we may keep the name a secret this time, since last time around all the unsolicited advice made us doubt our choices. If you wait until the name is on the birth certificate, it's too late to say, "Oh don't pick that; that's a Grandma name."
-It's fun to see how giddy Caleb is with the news of another family addition. If it were up to him I would be posting my birth story right now instead of announcing a pregnancy. He LOVES his kid(s). And so do I.

Tuesday, March 19, 2013

Journal from a Pioneer Woman... sort of.

I was a mother of 8 this last week. I didn't cross the plains or eat skeeter pancakes or push a handcart thousands of miles, but I think I deserve some recognition, if only just a shopping spree with my birthday money. Here are my observations/lessons learned from the week.

You know you are being a good parent if your little kids adore you and your older kids are ambivalent to your presence.

Your whole house will never be clean at the same time.

Oh my gosh the laundry...

I am usually very conscious about creating unnecessary waste, but last week I used paper plates several times, and I don't even feel bad about it. It was either save the planet or my sanity.

Dinner time is much more entertaining with 10 people at the table.

Without proper meal planning you will spend a part of every day at the grocery store.

Something as simple as green food coloring can increase a child's happiness tenfold.

I need to call my mom and apologize for fighting with my sisters as a teenager. Playing referee es no bueno.

I want a king-sized bed.

If you every worry about your eternal salvation, just have 8 kids. 20 years of that should be enough of a refiner's fire to get you into heaven.


Wednesday, March 6, 2013

Snow Day!

I love this picture for 2 reasons. The first obvious reason is that it captures Alaina's first real snow experience. The second is that it was taken just after Caleb's visit to the dentist. (he he he).

Saturday, February 16, 2013

Pleas sir, I want some more.

I've seen a lot of my girl friends post pictures on Facebook of the creative and adorable breakfasts they were served in bed on Valentine's Day by their loyal husbands. I just want to say that my husband was one of those men who did so--only the food didn't last long enough to take a picture of. I devoured it pretty quickly. You see, I love food. When skinny girls have food obsessions people think, "Aww, that's quirky," or "How cute." When heavier women admit to it, people raise their eyebrows and think, "Well obviously..." I hope you're not thinking the latter of me. But since I think I fall somewhere between the two groups, feel free to feel either adoration or embarrassment for me. I've never been one to hide my feelings.
So food. Yes, I love to eat. This month we had a family fast for my sister who is a missionary in Ukraine. She started training after her first transfer, and was really nervous. This meant fasting on Fast Sunday, and then fasting again three days later. It nearly killed me. Fasting is definitely the hardest commandment for me to follow. I'm one of those people who is tempted to get pregnant or breastfeed my child for unnaturally long periods of time just to avoid fasting. Ok it's not that bad, but let's just say that diamonds are not this girl's best friend.

Monday, February 11, 2013

the fester sequester

So on the news I have been hearing all about the "sequester" and I had no idea what it was. So I googled it, and thought I would share my findings with anyone else who cares.

The sequester is a package of government spending cuts that will automatically take place (or should have already taken place as of Jan. 1).

It was created as a sort of incentive for some congressional super-committee to come to agreements on budget cuts. They could either choose where to make budget cuts, or the sequester would choose for them.

Surprisingly (not), they didn't come to agreements on those budget cuts, so now the consequence of the sequester will kick in... or maybe not. Congress can just keep voting to delay these cuts until they figure out what the heck they are doing. I reminds me of some pathetic middle school group project. The kids in the group can't decide on what to do for their project, so when the deadline approaches, they tell the teacher, "We voted ourselves an extension." I wish Americans would do what any teacher would do, and give them all fat Fs.

I just have to laugh, or I think I might cry. I'm SICK of watching the leaders of our country (both parties included) ignore deadlines and delay financial consequences because they are too busy fighting with each other.


Friday, January 25, 2013

Hungry?

I'm not an especially good cook. Neither am I a terrible one. In fact, while I consider myself a moderately creative person, I have learned to take zero creative liberties in the kitchen. In the past I have had these grand visions of harmonizing different ingredients into a succulent entree--all from the cookbook in my brain. Truth be told, whenever I actually attempt this, dinner always falls somewhere between birch wood and bathwater on the taste spectrum. So my cooking mantra is "Stick to the recipe." Actually I have 2 cooking mantras. The other one is "The answer is always cilantro."
Therein lies the rub of finding recipes that actually taste good. No offense, Pinterest, but your alluring photos can be deceiving. This being said, I struck gold three times this week, so I thought I'd share my finds for anyone else out there who tires of cooking the same things over and over again.

Tuesday's dinner: Spaghetti Pie. This one is basically a spaghetti lasagna.

12 oz Spaghetti
2 T butter
1/4 c. Parmesan Cheese, freshly grated
1 egg
1 lb ground beef
1/4 c. Green Pepper, diced
1/4 c. onion, chopped
1 tsp sugar
1 c. tomato paste
16 oz can of tomatoes, diced
1/2 c. cottage cheese
2 c. monterey jack cheese, grated
1 lb. mozzarella cheese, grated. (I wasn't as generous with the cheeses. It seemed a little excessive.)

In a medium saucepan, cook  spaghetti according to package. Drain, mix in butter, Parmesan, and egg. Put into bottom of dish. In a skillet, brown ground beef with pepper and onion. Stir in sgar, paste, and tomatoes. Layer cottage cheese and monterey jack cheese onto spaghetti, then meat mixture. Top with grated mozzarella. Bake at 375 for 25 min.

Wednesday: Cafe Rio Imitation Pork Salad. (This could feed an army, so I halved it)

(Pork Recipe)
6 lb. pork roast
16 oz jar salsa
1 can coke or root beer
1 1/2 c brown sugar

Cook pork in crock pot for 5 hours half-full with water and some salt. Drain and cut roast in thirds. Pour mixture of salsa, coke, and brown sugar over and cook for 3 more hours. Shred before serving.

(Tortilla Recipe)
4 c. flour
2 tsp. baking powder
2 Tb (or a little more) shortening
2 tsp salt
1 1/2 c. warm water

Mix dry ingredients. Cut shortening into it, add water and knead until flour is incorporated. Cover dough ball with plastic wrap and let rest at least 30 minutes. Roll golf ball sized pieces of dough into thin tortillas and cook on a hot ungreased skilled skillet or griddle (400 degrees is what temp I did) Leave the tortilla on just long enough to cook each side. (like 10-15 seconds, I think). Then they won't get dry.

(Improved Imitation Cilantro dressing) This stuff makes the salad!
1 c. sour cream
1/2 c. mayo
1 bunch cilantro, with stems cut off
1 pkg ranch dressing mix
1/2-1 jalapeno (I like the whole thing in there)
2 cloves garlic
1/8 t. tabasco sauce
juice from 1 lime (I usually to 2)

Throw it all in a blender. If you find the taste needs tweaking, remember my 2nd cooking mantra.

So now you put the tortilla down on your plate, add romaine lettuce, throw pork, rice, black beans, and dressing on top, and enjoy!

Thursday's recipe did come from Pinterest, which came from Land-o-Lakes.(I suggest making lots of tortillas from the cafe rio night, and then using them for this too. They are so much better than store-bought).

http://www.landolakes.com/recipe/3441/thai-peanut-chicken-wrap

Obviously I used regular butter instead of the recommended stuff. 
Obviously also, do not consult this post if you are looking for healthy, low-fat recipes. You won't find them here. 

Wednesday, January 16, 2013

More of Us

About 80 miles north of us is one of my favorite places in the midwest: the Albanese Candy Factory. Now, normally I'm not much of a candy person; I would much rather spend my discretionary calories (plus some) on heartier, more filling foods than refined sugar. But this place is magical. They let you try ANYTHING you want for free. And their gummy bears are so much better than other gummy bears. And they have a 30 foot chocolate fountain. AND they have my favorite candies ever: red velvet chocolate covered cherries. We went last week when Caleb's brother was in town for med school interviews.


 Alaina has a little crush on her uncle Tyler.
 And I think her dad does, too. I have NEVER seen Caleb more excited to see anyone in his whole life. It was kinda cute.
We also got some cute daddy/daughter shots while Alaina was sick one night.


Tuesday, January 15, 2013

Holiday Recap

So much for blogging more. Here's what's been happening with the Miskins lately:

Our ward did a "Night in Bethlehem" activity--biblical dress and all. Our friend joined us for the evening (she goes to school with Caleb.) The funny thing: her name is Bethlehem. So we had a night in Bethlehem and a night with Bethlehem. Alaina was a diva and refused to dress up. She looks like a boy in that outfit.

We spent Christmas in California. I used to love flying, with its excitement of takeoff, complimentary snacks and beverages, and thrill of travelling hundreds of miles per hour through the clouds. Now I detest it. I know I should be grateful for an alternative to driving 36 hours across the country, but with every plane ride I struggle to find the silver lining. What do I hate, exactly? Well, it's the recirculated air during flu season, the crowded seating, the testy flight attendants, the frantic layovers, and the icy glares from passengers who get stuck sitting next to a toddler. Fortunately, I have never had a problem sleeping on airplanes. It appears this is a genetic trait. Thanks to Caleb for capturing this flattering moment.


Yes, the plane ride was rough, but Christmas was so fun. Remind me why we live so far from our families? (That previous sentence is not a question, but using a period seemed weird.)

Highlights from the trip include sand volleyball, a hike in the snow, lots of good food, and some competitive family games. I can't forget the Poinsettia Bowl, where we watched BYU overcome a slow first 3 quarters to beat SDSU on their home turf. I'm proud to say our posters made the Deseret News, the San Diego Tribune, the official BYU Facebook page, and one person even said they saw us on tv (this has yet to be verified.) The idea belonged to Caleb's dad, but I must brag that I made the posters, and that the "Y" was my idea. We got standing ovations from the crowd--even SDSU fans--except this one guy, who yelled, "Actually, in history the Aztecs beat the Myans, so you need to get your facts straight." A) I don't think that's true, and B) I think he missed the point.

 Here are some more pics from Christmas:

 LA Temple Visitor's Center

 Hiking at Forest Falls. Doesn't really look like California, does it?

 We are a happy family.

 Alaina loves her Grandpa.

 Apparently she didn't get enough exciting presents.

 Grandma made her these ADORABLE new pjs.

 Snell cousins in their new pajama bottoms. If Caleb had a child that looked just like him, it would be Alaina. If I had a child that looked just like me, it would be my niece Aidyn (left). She looks just like I did as a child.

 We went to a trampoline park in Temecula. Here is my lovely action photo. I always forget to close my mouth in jumping pictures. Eeek.

3 sisters, with a typical cross-eyed Corrie.



Friday, December 14, 2012

12-12-12

Wednesday was Alaina's 1st birthday! We celebrated by blowing up a few balloons (which terrified her), going to the park (which was fun, but freezing), and having a party. The party was actually more for Caleb and his classmates to celebrate the end of another semester, but we invited a few kids and threw in a cake and some presents for Alaina too. Since she has no idea what a birthday is yet, I didn't feel like planning a grand party in December. I have too much on my checklist.

 It took 24 hours, but she finally likes balloons now!

Don't laugh at my mini cake. It was a first attempt at decorating, and I ran out of frosting. I don't like cake anyway.

 Alaina apparently does.


The Party:



I just love her.

Wednesday, November 28, 2012

Gloria

I am trying to blog more regularly. I have to get away from the notion that my posts must include some significant historical event such as announcing a pregnancy, sharing Alaina's newest developmental milestone, or putting a cute fall outfit together from my wardrobe. (Ok, that last one was a joke. I just see a lot of those lately.) So all I have to say is that the David Archuletta Holiday station on Pandora is the best ever. And that I miss my sister McKenna. That's it.

Monday, November 26, 2012

Edison failed like 1,000 times too.


I have all of these great entrepreneurial ideas in my head, but then I always find out that someone else has beaten me to the punch. Like I wanted to invent a toothbrush that played a tooth-brushing song, so kids would know how long to brush their teeth for. Then I saw one at Walmart. I also thought of starting a website that replaces all those sorry "Lost Dog" posters you see everywhere. A sort of Craigslist for the abandoned animal world, if you will. That way if someone finds or loses an animal they can log it in on my website, called LittleDog.com. (You know, like, "Oh where, oh where has my little dog gone?" That was Caleb's contribution. I told him I wanted to call it PoodleInAHaystack.com, but he just dropped to the floor in laughter. Anyway, a quick google search dashed all of those dreams thanks to petamberalert.com (really people? it's a dog, not a human), petfinder.com, lostmydoggie.com, and fidofinder.com. Apparently I'm not as innovative as I thought. There's still the sock mops I hope to invent so I can mop my floor as I walk around the kitchen. Wait. Just checked Google. Alas, they already have those too. I still have high hopes for a combination razor/shaving gel contraption so I can skip a step when I shave my legs. Maybe then it might happen more regularly.

Friday, November 23, 2012

White Friday

Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday, but I am NOT a Black Friday shopper. Every year when I read headlines like, "Gang fight at Black Friday sale," "Man punched in face pulls gun on line-cutting shopper," and "Shoplifter tries to mace security guards," I shake my head with embarrassment for America. I'm all for getting good deals (I shop mostly at garage sales and Goodwill), but nothing kills the spirit of the Holidays like watching human  beings attack each other over the latest Apple product. Also, maybe it's the Triptophane, but I'd rather not wake up at 4am. I also have beef with the big stores that make their employees work on Thanksgiving evening just to extend profits by a few hours. Like I said, Thanksgiving is sacred. Besides, I can usually find the same deal online.

Instead, this morning I got in a good hour-long, sweaty workout. I ate back all the calories I had just burned with a delicious early lunch of turkey, stuffing, and mashed potatoes... and 2 pieces of pumpkin pie. I'm sitting at Caleb's grandparent's home listening to kids playing, teenagers laughing, and the happy babblings of my daughter who has now learned to climb down the stairs (thank Heaven). 

This is my kind of holiday.

Monday, November 12, 2012

Bumpers, ballots, and babies

Halloween was a quiet affair for our family. We went to our ward trunk-or-treat, and then went home. You know what made me mad? A ton of families came to trick or treat from other wards/surrounding neighborhoods, and they didn't bring any candy to share. Hence, there were hundreds of children, and not very much candy, so the event lasted about 15 minutes. The takers outnumbered the givers. But since candy doesn't even exist in Alaina's world, we still had fun. And everybody loved our costumes.






On November 6th we voted. This is us at 6am outside a polling place. This is the second polling place we tried. The first one already had a 1.5 hour wait by 5:45. I loved watching so many Americans voting. I didn't love the election results, but what can you do? Just keep living life, working hard, and hope to make a better world for your kids.

  

Alaina found her favorite hiding place. It's the one cupboard that doesn't have a lock on it (she yanked it off). She is walking all over the place now. I can't wait to go home for Christmas so our families can see how adorable she is.


Thursday, November 1, 2012

Miskin, Party of 2

Do you have any feelings of social inadequacy? Mine is hosting parties. This one time in college my roommate Mandie and I hosted an Olympic-themed party. We invited the whole ward to join us in watching the Olympics and snacking on patriotic food (layered red and blue jello with whipped cream on top, red, white, and blue, M&Ms, etc.). I thought it was a genius idea, but apparently I was the only one. A single person showed up: Mandie's cousin. I don't know why I take these things personally, but in my mind nobody showing up to my party translates to "you're a loser, and nobody likes you." I've been terrified of hosting ever since.

So this week Caleb told me he wanted to have a party. He gave me a list of a few families he wanted to come over for an "Ethnic Foods Night," where everybody brings a different dish from around the world. I sent out the evites three days ago, and so far I have 3 "no's" and a "maybe." The rest simply haven't responded. This is how my sensitive female brain translates:

No: a few people had valid excuses, so I can't really get upset about that. The excuse-less "no's" mean "I don't find you interesting enough to spend the evening with."

Maybe: this means, "I have no intention of coming, but I don't want to hurt your feelings by marking "No."

Unresponsive: Also means, "I have no intentions of coming, but I don't want to hurt your feelings by marking "maybe" or "no." So I'll just ignore you.

Looks like Caleb and I will share a lonely evening over Fe Jiaoda and Tim Tam Slams.

Saturday, October 27, 2012

It's hard to be mad at my witty husband.

I asked Caleb, "Do you still love me as much as the day we were married, even though I weigh more now?"

Caleb replied, "Yes. Just less per pound."

Thursday, October 25, 2012

Mental Shrapnel

I think the Backyardigans is my favorite children's TV show. I've been humming their theme song all day. Weird-looking characters, though.

I also think that I'm being poisoned, unless someone else has a better explanation for some recent alopecia. I have to unclog my shower drain (the most vile job in history) every week. I've read that women grow more hair in pregnancy and lose it afterwords, but it's been almost a year. I've had it.

BYU Football is breaking my heart this season, but I still watch them every week. My dad has given them up completely. He says he has more un-Christlike feelings during those games than any other time in his life. 

My book club is reading "The Happiness Project." The author shares her experience of trying different methods to make herself happier over a year. It's not my fave. 1) Yes, anyone would be happier if they spent a fortune on a personal trainer to help them get into shape, and 2) all of her other methods seemed to mirror gospel principles. I think I'll just stick to reading my scriptures. I've never really cared for self-help books anyway.

My garden is dead. A frost wiped out anything that was left. I did manage to save the biggest bell pepper I've ever seen in my life. On the left is a normal-sized pepper that you'd buy at the store, and on the right is what I picked in my backyard.

We're still trying to finish it.



Wednesday, October 17, 2012

The Gr8 Deb8

Ok, I'm a political junkie. I hesitate in blogging my thoughts because I 1) don't want to alienate friends/readers who disagree with me, and 2) tend to get a little worked up about certain political issues. That being said...

Did you watch the debate last night? I did (as always). This time I actually took notes on my thoughts during the debate, so I thought I'd share some of them. Who knows, maybe I'll have my own talk show someday.
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*Winner? That depends on what you're looking for.
Winner on style? Obama. Winner on substance? Romney.
Obama had some witty one-liners that got the audience laughing. He also seemed much more at ease than at his last debate. It was such a dramatic difference from the first debate that he definitely gets the "Most Improved" award. Romney also had a solid performance, but I did feel like he was on the defensive more than in the first debate. That being said, Romney called to question many of the president's policies, and I didn't feel like Obama could give convincing answers. The most disturbing example of this was the question about the tragedy in Libya. Most of the conservative media is criticizing the mediator Candy Crowley for favoring Obama, but I didn't really agree with that except in the Libya question. Americans want to know why the Libyan ambassador was denied more security, and why we weren't given answers sooner, but I felt like Candy gave the president a pass on that question, and ignored Romney's very valid arguments.

*I wish that both candidates would just give a pep talk to the American people. I know it would mean political suicide, but I would love to hear: "Yeah, times are tough, but you know what? We need to be tougher. That may mean eating ramen, rice, and beans for a while. That may mean temporarily taking a minimum wage job out of college instead of moving into your parents' basement and complaining about sky-high student loans. That may mean saying no to the latest iphone because you can't afford it, or shopping at a thrift store or garage sale. WE CAN DO HARD THINGS! America is only as good as it's people. No matter who the president is, if we aren't a moral and a fiscally responsible people, our country will still fail.

*I'm sick of all the demonizing of rich people! We all hate them until we are one of them. The millionaires are huge job creators. Don't we all want to make more money? If we tax the snot out them, they can't pump that money into the economy. We need them. 60% is already a plenty high tax rate. And for those saying Romney isn't fit for president because he's too rich, I would say:
1) The fact that he didn't take a salary for being governor of Massachusetts shows that he isn't in it for the money.
2) His record shows that he knows how to manage money. I trust him with my tax dollars.

*Debates shouldn't change our minds on who we will vote for. They are more for entertainment, not for enlightenment. Look at the candidates' policies and beliefs, and vote based on that. But I sure enjoy watching. :)