I’m a believer

Since we are going to Europe with a seven-month-old, we decided we needed to get some gear that will make the trip easier (if that’s at all possible).

We found out that our home teacher and his wife have two products that I was pretty sure I wanted but I wasn’t 100% since I’d never actually seen one of them and hadn’t tried either.  They are expensive and have great reviews so how can you go wrong.

Fist off, the Bob jogging stroller.  I knew that eventually I wanted to get a jogger.  Probably not until we got to California but I knew I wanted one nonetheless. Personally, I was fine with an el cheapo. But then Devin started to researched them for a possible Europe purchase. He decided he wanted  to get a Bob. Great! If he’s willing to spend the money I won’t object. But are they really worth it?

Yes, I think so. It’s so light, easy to fold, sturdy, and easily maneuverable. Though, after our test drive we decided we would forego the stroller idea for our trip. But the Bob is still on my wish list.

Next item: the Ergo baby carrier. I knew we needed something a little more hefty than the old Bjorn and after seeing one of my visiting teaching partners carry around her two year old in it and then cradling her six-monther I knew it was the one I wanted.  Again, great reviews, though expensive. I just needed to convince Devin. And I did. He tried it with Katelyn and loved it.

Done and done.

But wait…

The whole “I’m a believer” thing has nothing to do with those two. 

Ever heard of a Moby Wrap? Yeah, I know what you are thinking–“those ugly, hippy, ridiculous looking things for all those crazy baby wearing moms?”  Yep, those are the ones. Our home teacher’s wife asked if I wanted to try it.  I said yes out of some curiosity but mostly to be polite since she seemed really excited about it.

This thing is awesome.

Now don’t get me wrong…I still think they are the ugliest things known in the baby world and I certainly felt like I needed to braid my hair and flash a peace sign to passersby but it really was comfortable.  In addition, at no point do I intend to become a baby wearing mama. I think that is one of the most ridiculous concepts.  I side with the research that leans towards constant baby wearing being more physically hazardous than emotionally beneficial. I’ve seen first hand babies who are overwhelmingly sedentary when they should be kicking, crawling, and moving about. But hey, you are welcome to form your own opinion.

With that said, I’m totally going to make me one of these. They sell for $40-60 and you can make them easily for probably $15…or less.  And though I love our Bjorn, Katelyn is verging on 15 pounds. Something’s gotta give and I’d prefer it not be my back.

The worst thing to forget

I’m walking around, cleaning up, checking email, putting stuff away, etc., etc. when I realize that I want the rest of that cookie that I took a bite of about a half hour ago. So I go back to where I left it…

Yep, it’s gone.

I ate it. I downed those calories and I don’t even remember doing it.

What a waste of calories.

Thoughts from Sunday

So last Sunday I was sitting in Relief Society and I caught my self ignoring the lesson (only for a moment, right?) and focusing on a poster propped up against the chalk board. It was the Relief Society Declaration. I got to wondering why we seldom hear those words. In a way, it’s frustrating. I love the message of it. I love the values it emphasizes. It is womanhood in a nutshell. And yet, we forget about it except for when the birthday of the organizations rolls around every March.  I often wondered why in Young Women’s we stand every week to recite our values yet many or most women don’t even know what the RS Declaration says (including myself). 

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are beloved spirit daughters of God,
and our lives have meaning, purpose, and direction.
As a worldwide sisterhood, we are united in our devotion
to Jesus Christ, our Savior and Exemplar.
We are women of faith, virtue, vision, and charity who:

Increase our testimonies of Jesus Christ
through prayer and scripture study.

Seek spiritual strength by following the
promptings of the Holy Ghost.

Dedicate ourselves to strengthening
marriages, families, and homes.

Find nobility in motherhood
and joy in womanhood.

Delight in service and good works.

Love life and learning.

Stand for truth and righteousness.

Sustain the priesthood
as the authority of God on earth.

Rejoice in the blessings of the temple,
understand our divine destiny,
and strive for exaltation.

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If nothing else, it was nice to review it and do a little self-check. Thumbs up on some, new goals on others. But hey, isn’t that what it’s all about?

Thanks Grandma and Grandpa (and everyone else)!

There are only a few wedding gifts that I remember who they actually came from. Some I use more regularly than others. Here are my top, oh five. (Not to say that I didn’t/don’t appreciate every one of them because I do. I do. I do).

In little particular order…

The bathroom scale–Yep. She and I have a personal conversation on a daily basis. Some days she gets a high-five, others a swift kick in the rear end. It works for us. (Gift courtesy of Lana Garrett, a sister missionary who served in my home ward).

Cooking pots–Sure there’s the non-stick pans and those handy Ikea glass lids but when it comes to boiling water for pasta, making pizza sauce or anything of the likes, I go to my favorite Costco pots. (Gift courtesy of my parents).

Salt shaker and pepper mill–Never knew how much I loved pepper until I married Devin and we got a very functional pepper mill. We refill it more than the salt shaker. (Gift courtesy of my cousins Amber and Zach).

And last but not least…

The sewing machine–When I got this I always thought that it would be a space waster. Something we would grudgingly lug from place to place when we moved. But lately it’s been one of my best friends. Making clothes these days is usually not cost effective. However, there are plenty of little crafts you can do and re-purpose old clothes and fabric, especially when it comes to baby stuff. Love it! (Gift courtesy of my grandparents, hence the name of the post).

OK, so that’s only four but let’s just get to the point of this post.

Like I mentioned before, I’ve been doing and want to do many craft projects. I think I’m obsessed. At the end of the day it helps me unwind and gives me a little intellectual challenge. So this week I finally got around to, and finished, a car seat cover for my sister.

Tah dah!


This ain’t no ordinary cover, either. I know you realized this because you are thinking, “but what are those brown strings hanging from the bottom for, Brittany?” Yeah, so you weren’t thinking that but you are now!

Let me demonstrate.


Yeah, it’s a draw string. This is for all those germy fingered people who don’t understand that the purpose of a cover or blanket is to keep them out but they lift it up anyway. Yeah, take that! That, and it keeps it from flying everywhere when it’s windy. This way you can keep it flat or scrunch it up.

Genius, I know.

And with the few remnants of fabric leftover I made my little up and coming nephew one of these.


Am I out of control or what?

So now I just have to make both of those for Katelyn. But now, I’m a pro.

A mom’s best friend

I just have to say, I love Oxy Clean. It’s amazing. There is no such thing as a baby stain that won’t come out with this stuff. At least, not yet.

The best part about Oxy Clean is that it has worked wonders at reviving my baby clothes so they are presentable for Katelyn to wear. This outfit (which I lovingly refer to as her 80’s jogger outfit especially when you throw in a headband and matching tennis shoes) would still be in the box if the overnight soak in Oxy didn’t take out the 27 year set in stains.



If you don’t have some, get some. Better than Spray N Wash. By far.

My little munchkin is getting so big. Last week we started rice cereal.


She loves it. She finishes it off every time. She also is a fan of her new high chair. I am, too. I wish I would have gotten it long ago just so she had something to sit in and watch me in the kitchen.

She also is working on her sitting skills. Still wobbly and over compensates when she starts falling or leaning too much but she’s getting there.



Her sleeping schedule is completely unpredictable. Last night she slept for 14 hours with one middle-of-the-night feeding.

That may have something to do with yesterday’s lack of napping (maybe one hour total).

Schedule? What Schedule?

Mint.com fail

The other day we were looking over our budget for the month and were shocked to see that we had spent $104 on what Mint thought was best categorized as “Bar and Alcohol”.  Upon further investigation, we had not spent that money on getting a buzz (duh, right?) but on some repairs we had done on Devin’s dad’s scooter that he has been borrowing. 

The Scooter Lounge = automobile maintenance, not beer.

Pampers might but Huggies don’t

Notice something odd in this pile of clean laundry just begging to be folded?


Yep. It survived the washer and dryer.  No melting here.

I guess I need to pay closer attention to what I grab and toss in the washer. Or open my eyes a little more at 2am to make sure I know what bucket I’m tossing things into.

Must resist the temptation to reuse it.

How do you brownie?

Brownie pudding has always been a favorite in the Sal family and it didn’t take long for it to become one of Devin’s favorites, too.  We’ve always used the old standby, Better Homes and Gardens Cookbook, for the recipe.  However, there’s a new gal in town.

Devin found a new recipe for brownie pudding on the blog, Sara’s Kitchen. The brownie pudding is pretty much amazing.

On Sunday we were supposed to have a few couples over for dinner as part of our “ward missionary” calling. (AKA member fellowship/self appointed activites committee). Considering our poor experiences with dinner groups previously, we decided to wittle it down to just dessert. About an hour and a half before go time, we were frantically trying to make some time sensitive decisions and of course Katelyn wasn’t about to go to bed without a fight. So I made an executive decision to cancel our dessert guests, but not the dessert. Sorry guys, we’ll try again in a few weeks.

Back to the pudding…

We made it once before and it was oh-my-goodness-wonderful! So much better than BH&G. But here’s the secret. Yes, it calls for cinnamon. I think it kinda does the same thing as coffee–makes chocolate so much more chocolate-like. But without the coffee. On the first try we could tell there was cinnamon so on the next round, we reduced it by just a hair. Perfect! I wish I would have taken pictures of it right out of the oven but the next day’s leftovers will have to do.


This is by no means an elegant looking desert but who cares. It’s pretty much a bowl full of joy.

Serve it very warm to hot.

And don’t forget all the ice cream.


Then it just turns into this melty goodness.

Let me demonstrate.



PS: Thanks Jenny and Steve for the cocoa! Couldn’t have done it without you.