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Banana Muffins

February 2nd, 2008 · a day in the life, food

My mom made these pretty regularly when I was growing up. And I love them.

They are fast, easy, and an excellent way to use up overripe bananas. I prefer them with nuts (chopped pecans), but they are good without nuts too.

Banana Nut Muffins

1 cup flour
1/2 cup sugar
2 1/2 t. baking powder
1/2 t. salt
1/4 t. baking soda
3/4 cup oats
1 egg, beaten
3 T. melted margarine
1/2 cup milk
1/2 cup mashed ripe banana
1/3 cup chopped nuts (walnuts or pecans) – optional

Mix together flour, sugar, baking powder, salt, and baking soda. Stir in oats.

Add beaten egg, margarine, milk, bananas and nuts. Stir only until dry ingredients are moistened.

Fill lined muffin cups 2/3 full. Bake at 400 degrees for approx. 20 minutes.

Yield: 1 dozen.

They are good just as they are, even when they’re cold. But they are fabulous warmed with butter. They are also great served as a compliment to oatmeal or cream of wheat. Yum!

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Anniversary

February 1st, 2008 · a day in the life, family, newsletters

One year ago today, we began writing a monthly family newsletter!

And every month since then our family and friends have received it via e-mail.

Neither Dave nor I are very good at keeping a regular journal, but we thought that if we started a newsletter that we would not only be making some progress in that regard, but we would be keeping in better touch with family and friends. So we decided to make it a new years resolution. In January 2007 we prepared our hosting server with DadaMail (mailing list software), gathered e-mail addresses, and created the basic framework for what would be our newsletters. We set a date of February 1st 2007 to begin, and we were off. So far things are moving along smashingly.

In honor of the one year anniversary of the Ernstrom Family Newsletter, we take you on a brief tour of newsletter’s past.

February 2007:
The first newsletter: http://www.ernstrom.net/tina/newsletter/2007.02_Volume01.html
. . .In effort to keep in better touch with all of you, we are starting a monthly family newsletter. This is the first volume. . .

March 2007:
. . . Prime Rib at IHOP sounded questionable and we should have trusted our common sense. Enough alluding, the meal was rotten. It was, in fact, the most disappointing experience at a restaurant that I have ever had. Not only was the food horrible, but the service was equally as bad. We left a six-cent tip. . .

April 2007:
. . . on a somewhat sunny day in the middle of an average afternoon in March, a silly little lady rang the doorbell on the average sort of house of this strange little family, and introduced herself as the owner of the already-way-too-close apartments and the new even closer apartments being built behind the average sort of house. She, the owner of the already-way-too-close apartments and the new even closer apartments, asked if the strange little family would please cut down their above average sort of trees in the backyard. The strange little family grimaced. . .

. . .Little Bridget is learning so much, so quickly. She will now try to repeat back most words we say to her. She has gotten quite good at the words “temple,” “apple,” and “wow” – though they sound a bit more like “demple,” “abble,” and “oue”. . .

May 2007:
. . . The next thing I know Dave is teaching Bridget to say “I Do” when he puts the ring on her finger. Its really quite adorable to witness, but I can’t help but wonder how this event will affect the “When I grow up I’m going to marry you, Daddy” complex that most children have in the early years of their lives. . .

June 2007:
. . .I am also going to be debuting in a kind of major motion picture that my buddy Jared Garlick is putting together. His family has a contest every year where each branch of the family has to put together their own video using the same script. . .

July 2007:
. . .After many weeks of having to go in and save her ankles and wrists from the grasps of the rails on her crib when she yelled “duck” (stuck) – and then a few days of her crying wolf just so we’d come in – we decided it was time. . .

August 2007:
. . .I have always bragged about my four-minute commute via car, but never realized that by bike it was only six minutes. . .

. . . she’ll repeat “mow” over and over pointing at the offending noise. Tina decided to help out Bridget’s interest in mowing the lawn by purchasing some equipment (toys) that aided in her fascination. . .

September 2007:
. . .One of the big projects around here lately has been the Ward Directory Creator. Dave has been working very hard on it this month. . .

New Header Image!!

October 2007:
. . .After dropping mommy off at the city civic center, we picked up dinner at the local hamburger joint. I gather this was Bridget’s first experience at eating a corn dog right off the stick. . .

. . . Together, they have the joy of raising one beautiful daughter, Bridget, who will be 2 in November (gasp!). David and Tina met sometime in the early High School years — both graduates of Clearfield High, although they didn’t begin dating until a couple of years after David’s return from his Canada, Vancouver mission. . .

November 2007:
. . . In previous years I’ve enjoyed climbing up on there and helping Dave. Last year we tackled the project while Bridget was napping. This year. . .

. . . Lucy has recently taken on a new role of playmate. For an animal that began her relationship with Bridget by defecating near the crib and acting up any chance she got, Lucy has come a long way. I guess she’s realized that Bridget is here to stay. . .

December 2007:
. . .She has gotten pretty good about her alphabet. She even tries to spell her name. In fact, she thinks that every written word spells Bridget. . .

. . .We built a 5′ star from some PVC pipe, rope, and a handful of nuts and bolts – wrapped it with lights, elevated it 10′ in the air, and hoisted up to our roof!. . .

New (Larger) Header Image:

January 2008:
. . .When she saw it, Bridget exclaimed, “It came out of the store!” . . .

. . .Several batches of fudge and pictures later, we were sitting in front of her village, exhausted, enjoying the gratifying sense of accomplishment. . .

And there you have it! An entire year of Newsletters, all summed up in one little blog posting. If that doesn’t make you want to go back and read every single one, I don’t know what will!

Postscript: If you need to subscribe or unsubscribe to the aforementioned newsletter and don’t already know how to accomplish it, let us know. We can be mighty helpful at times.

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Potty Talk, Volume III

January 31st, 2008 · a day in the life, bridget, family

Previously on Potty Talk and Potty Talk, Volume II, Bridget had taken more of an interest in being independent when she uses the bathroom and she had been pretty free of accidents. She also asked to use the bathroom far more than necessary, and would spend far too much time in there without even going – all in the name of getting a treat if she goes.

As of today, it has officially been ONE MONTH, one entire month, that Bridget has been diaper free. The very last time she worn a diaper was on New Years Eve when she went to bed. . . since then its been all underwear all day (and Pull-Ups most nights). Hello Milestone.

But, its not all smooth sailing yet. When it comes to using the potty Bridget has multiple personalities. Here are just a few:

The Avoider: Bridget no longer asks to use the bathroom (except at bedtime, but thats another story) if she doesn’t need to go. Quite the opposite, in fact. She now tries to avoid using the bathroom for as long as possible. This has resulted in a few more accidents than normal. Typically its just been a few drops in her underpants before she remembers and gets herself to the toilet. It seems like its been every couple of days for the past week or so.

The De-Motivator: Potty treats don’t motivate her like they used to. I can’t say “let’s go potty so you can have a treat!” She just says “No thanks.” This isn’t all bad – often when she does need to use the bathroom she’s not rewarded with a treat anymore. If she remembers and asks, fine, but I don’t remind her that said treats are available.

The Wolf Crier: Bedtime is another story. We have her in Pull-Ups at night. About half the time she’s still dry in the morning. But even when she’s gone to the bathroom right before climbing in bed, she seems to always need to go 5 minutes after she’s in bed. Usually its just a reason to get out of bed, but sometimes she actually goes. We usually let her get away with it once, but tell her she has to wait each subsequent time she asks. We want her to be successful, but crying wolf at night is so not the way to gain our trust in that matter. Now, how to explain that to her. . .

The Copycat: Then, there is morning. She doesn’t want to go potty when she wakes up. Its literally a fight every morning. I’ve found that the easiest solution is to use the bathroom myself. “Mom has to go potty,” and “Mom’s a big girl, I get a potty treat,” usually helps. If she knows I am going, and that I am going to get a treat, suddenly she has to go too. Its a strange little game we play.

The Scout: Going to the store, a restaurant, or someone else’s house is always eventful. She has gotten to the stage where she knows that bathrooms are available just about everywhere. So she always seems to need to go when we are at the oddest places. If she can spot the bathroom at any given location her need to go seems to increase. Some of the crazy places she’s used the bathroom at: McDonald’s, The Cheese Factory, Wal-Mart, Dollar Cuts, Maddox, Juniper Take Out, and Al’s Sporting Goods.

I’d like to think that she can be considered “Potty Trained” now, but I’m not really certain at what point she can be labeled as such. All in all she’s been pretty good, and things have been pretty smooth – but we do have our moments. One thing is certain, nighttime training doesn’t sound fun with the wolf crier on my hands.

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Hide and Seek

January 30th, 2008 · a day in the life, bridget, family

Every night, Bridget has a bed-time routine that goes something along the lines of:

  1. Change into her pajamas,
  2. Brush her teeth,
  3. Take out her hair rubberbands (and put it up so she can sleep without it getting caught in her eyes),
  4. Read her scriptures,
  5. Use the potty,
  6. Have “knees” (which is family prayer in her room),
  7. Hug Dad,
  8. Hug Mom,
  9. Have 2 stories read (she typically prefers “Look at Bridget Falling Down” and “King Bidgood’s in the Bathtub.”
  10. Kiss from Mom,
  11. Kiss from Dad.

Typically, there follows several iterations of needing to use the bathroom (for the 3rd and 4th times), trying to find a pacifier, etc.

A couple of weeks ago, we realized that “Hide and Seek” would be a great game that Bridget probably hadn’t learned yet. We inserted this game right in between using the potty and having knees. Now every night, she is so excited to go hide or count.

Here is a picture of Bridget and me counting in the closet. (That is the designated counting place because the door easily closes, there is a light, and the room is fairly small.) We count to 20 aloud and then yell, “Ready or Not, Here I Come!”

Bridget is so small, it is fun to let her hid in really random places, like in the laundry basket…

or under her bed…

Sometimes, we hide with her as Tina did under my desk.

Other times, she counts and we hide in fairly obvious places, like in the shower behind the frosted door. It is quite easy for her to see both Tina and I hiding there!

Anyway, we like Hide and Seek.

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Sean

January 29th, 2008 · bridget, random

Many of you may be familiar with our “time out boy.” He’s a stuffed doll, white and without a face, that is dressed in toddler boy clothing. He stands about 3 feet tall and, up until recently, could be found standing, wearing a backwards hat, in a corner of our living room. Until recently his only real purpose has been to shock guests or throw them off guard.

Since not long after Bridget could walk she’s had an interest in the time out boy. Typically he was drug around the living room a bit, hugged, or kissed – but eventually he always managed to make it back to his corner with his backwards hat.

Not anymore.

Not quite a week ago Bridget was dragging him up the stairs, and the following conversation ensued.

Bridget: He’s my friend. Wants to play my room.
Tina: What is your friends’ name?
Bridget: He’s just my friend.
Tina: I know he is your friend, but what is his name?
Bridget: He’s just my friend.
Tina: You know Josh? He’s your friend. And Gordon? He’s your friend. And Emmy. Those guys are all your friends, and they have names. The time out boy is your friend too. What is his name?
Bridget: Um. (thinks for awhile)
Bridget: His name’s Sean.
Tina: His name is what?
Bridget: His name is Sean.
Tina: His name is Sean?
Bridget: Yea. Its just Sean.
Tina: Ok, well you and Sean have fun playing in your room.

And she continued dragging poor Sean up to her bedroom.

After several minutes of hearing things like “Here you go Sean,” or “You look so cute” coming from her room, I grabbed my camera and headed upstairs to investigate.

This is what I found.

Later that day. . .
(Notice, Sean no longer has his shoes on. Bridget figured that if she should have to take her shoes off in the house, so should Sean)

Sean now has to sleep on the floor beside her bed (and be covered with a blanket) whenever she takes naps or goes to bed. He does get neglected in the wake of real life playmates, but otherwise he is a great friend.

One thing is for sure, with Sean around we hear a lot less about Fuf-uff. At least Sean is tangible. It should be interesting to see how long this lasts.

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President Hinckley

January 28th, 2008 · a day in the life, random

I just saw report that President Hinckley passed away last night.

“President Gordon B. Hinckley, who led The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints through twelve years of global expansion, has died at the age of 97. President Hinckley was the 15th president in the 177-year history of the Church and had served as its president since 12 March 1995.

The Church president died at his apartment in downtown Salt Lake City at 7:00 p.m. Sunday night from causes incident to age. Members of his family were at his bedside. A successor is not expected to be formally chosen by the Church’s Quorum of the Twelve Apostles until after President Hinckley’s funeral within the next few days.”

You can read the full news report on lds.org. Or another report, at CNN.com.

President Hinckley was a great man who did great things for our church. He was much loved and will be missed. But we welcome and sustain President Thomas S. Monson as our next Prophet and President of the church.

I love this quote about President Hinckley. It is so true:

“His life was a true testament of service, and he had an abiding love for others. His wit, wisdom, and exemplary leadership will be missed by not only members of our faith, but by people of all faiths throughout the world.”

– U.S. Sen. Orrin Hatch, a Utah Republican and fellow Mormon.

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Light Show

January 28th, 2008 · techno geeks

This year we went a little crazy with our Christmas lights.
I uploaded the video to YouTube. Check it out:

The whole thing was made possible by a Light-O-Rama Controller, 5930 lights, more than 25 extension cords, 6 trips to home depot and lots of work.

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Play-Doh

January 27th, 2008 · a day in the life, bridget

Play-doh has been a pretty popular thing at our house lately.

Bridget had her first experience with play-doh when she was about 18 months old. We were headed on a plane trip across the country to Connecticut. I took some along to keep her entertained. She liked it then, but it was when she got her play-doh set for Christmas that the fun really began.

Play-Doh

1/2 c. salt
1 c. flour
1 T. cream of tarter
1 T. oil
1 c. water
food coloring

Combine all ingredients in a saucepan. Cook over medium heat, stirring constantly. Remove from heat when dough no longer sticks to the sides of the pan. It should form a rough ball.

Remove from pan and knead for several minutes on the counter. The dough will be hot, but kneading is necessary for the dough to be soft.

Store dough in a ziploc bag in the refrigerator between uses.

I like this play-doh much better than the stuff from the store. Its softer and doesn’t crumble or dry out as fast. It does tend to leave a salty residue on your hands though. So, wash your hands after you play. Oh, and all the ingredients are regular kitchen/food sorts of items. Meaning that if your kid digests some of it, they aren’t going to die. I don’t recommend eating it though, and I dare bet that most kids will only try it once – the taste is actually pretty gross.

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THG@USU Reunion!

January 26th, 2008 · college life, the hottest girls at USU

Last Saturday, The Hottest Girls at USU got together for a reunion. Six girls. Six husbands. Five kids.

The six of us lived together from 2000-2001 at CobbleCreek Apartments here in Logan, where we quickly became the best of friends. The following year most of us still lived together, at Old Farm in the summer and a strange cube-shaped building that once held a convenience store called ‘skankies’ (another story for another time). Then we all started to head different directions with our lives. Some got married, others left for other schools. But we all kept in touch. We are all married now, and between the six of us we have 5 children so far (4 girls, and 1 boy) ranging in age from 3 months to 2.5 years.

Here we are, all together:

Prior to last Saturday, the only time we were all together was at each others weddings. But even then, there was generally someone missing. And this was definitely the only time we were all together with our husbands and children. It was so fun, but it didn’t last long enough.

Before we all started getting married and moving away, we talked about going on a cruise with our husbands once everyone was married. Maybe one day something like that will actually happen. We are all out of roommates to get married, so mini reunions at weddings are over and done with. Now we’ll actually have to plan and organize things.

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Stuck in a meeting

January 25th, 2008 · a day in the life, bridget

On our way home from the play place at McDonald’s the other day, Bridget and I had a conversation that went something like this:

T: Ok, its time to go home.
B: No, I just wanna stay here. Play some more.
T: But don’t you want to go home and see daddy, he’ll be home soon.
B: Go get daddy, then right back. Play some more.

I neither agreed nor argued. We headed to the car, and I buckled her in.

B: Go get daddy from his work.
T: Don’t you want to go home and wait for him? He’ll be there soon.
B: No. Just want to go dad’s work.
T: I don’t think they’ll let us in. I’ll call daddy and see how long he’ll be, okay?
B: Ok. Just go get daddy at his work.

I call Dave’s cell phone. Looks like he got drawn into a meeting, and will be at least another hour.

T: Guess what, dad has some more work to do. We’ll just go home and wait for him.
B: Daddy’s all done working, just go get him at his work.
T: But honey, he’s stuck in a meeting.
B: Daddy is his meeting stuck, huh?
T: Yea, he’s stuck in a meeting. Sorry.
B: Just go to his work and get him. He’s not stuck anymore.
T: No, he’s still stuck in his meeting. He can’t come out.
B: Just go see daddy at his work.
T: Not today. We’ll go see daddy at work a different day.
B: Daddy’s stuck in meeting, huh?
T: Yea.
B: In his chair.
T: What about his chair?
B: He’s just stuck in his chair. Can’t get out.
T: No, he’s stuck in a meeting.
B: Door won’t open, huh?
T: (At this point I give up) Yea.
B: Door is stuck huh?
T: Yea.
B: Dad can’t get out.
T: Yea.
B: Just go dad’s work, help him. He’s not stuck anymore.
T: Bridget, we can’t go to daddy’s work. He’s in a meeting. He’ll come home when he’s finished.
B: Dad’s stuck huh?
T: Yes, dad is stuck in a meeting. We’ll just go home and wait for him.

Long Pause. . .

B: Dad’s not at work.
T: Yes he is, he’s at work.
B: No, he’s not at work. Just stuck in meeting.
T: He’s stuck in a meeting AT work.
B: No, not at work. Just in a meeting.
T: Ok.
B: He stuck too, in a box.
T: What?
B: He’s stuck in a box in daddy’s meeting.
T: Daddy’s in a box?
B: He’s stuck.
T: Oh.
B: Just gonna go get him out, okay?
T: Ok.

By now we were just about to turn into our driveway.

B: No, don’t go home. Just go daddy’s work.
T: But you said daddy’s wasn’t at his work. Just in a meeting. Remember?
B: Oh yea. He’s just stuck.

I unbuckled her, and headed to get the mail. She spent a few minutes “driving” my car. She found a small picture of Dave on the instrument panel, and picked it up.

B: Look, that’s daddy.
T: Yea, that is daddy. Do you want to keep that picture?
B: Yea.
T: Ok, you can have it. Let’s go in the house.
B: Daddy’s in a meeting, huh?
T: Yes dear.
B: I’m gonna go hang this on the fridge (referring to her newly acquired photo of daddy)
T: Alright.

The conversation was hilarious, and lasted pretty close to 15 minutes altogether. It should also be noted that her desire to get daddy and return to McDonald’s to play was quickly replaced by her concern for the fact that daddy was stuck (whether in a meeting, his chair, or a box), and then again replaced by an interest in her new photo of dad.

I wonder what sort of image was in her mind when she imagined daddy being “stuck in a meeting.”

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