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what i have learned


We are in a constant state of learning around here.

Learning about our new home.  Learning about our neighborhood and surrounding community.

About what grocery store is the best and where is the closest gas station.


About what window has the best view of the sunrise, and about what trail has the most wild flowers and least amount of deer flies!


by far

one of the best things we learned is that when it rains, big puddles form, and they are great for splashing.

Dad and Inga


And after some splashing and discovering and exploring…

we learn

that the best thing about our new home

is learning about it together.

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Works for Me {Beauty Edition}

Around this time of year in Minnesota, I start to get really uncomfortable in my skin.

As in, my actual skin is uncomfortable.

Itchy.  Flaky. Dry. Cracking.

For the last six years or so, I have found instant relief in this one amazing product.


It is simply an oil that is added to your bath or shower.

RoBathol is

  • Dermatologist recommended
  • Naturally cleansing
  • Biodegradable
  • Does not contain mineral oil
  • Disperses in hard or soft water
  • Helps maintain the skin’s normal flexibility and resilience
  • Can be used in bathtub, shower, or basin bath
  • Recommended for daily use
  • Formulated without common chemical irritants
Information sited from pisco.com

And guess what?  Its fantastic for anyone suffering from eczema.

photo courtesy of dermadoctor.com

When Colton was just a baby he had eczema pretty bad, and Robathol was such a blessing!

I usually buy 2-3 bottles at the beginning of the winter and use it at every bath time for myself and the kids.  Its been such a wonderful product for our family, I couldnt resist sharing!

The makers of Robathol do not know me nor did anyone ask me to talk about their product.  Its just darn good.

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On Being Mommy


Congratulations to comment #823 Marie


I have been blogging for about seven years now.
I started when I was first pregnant with my oldest child, who will be seven in a few months.

my little Colton at three years old

Not really knowing my identity or who I was outside or being a mom, I called my blog, i am mommy.
Soon after the term “mommy blogger” was born (which had nothing to do with me I am sure!) but I embraced it with full force! I love blogging about my kids and sharing the ups and downs of parenting.
For years I have written about being a working mom, and stay at home mom, and a crazy-tired-irritated-blessed-overweight-confused-grateful mom.
One of the things that I have loved sharing the most about raising four kids is pictures.
Pictures of kids make me happy.
In honor of my blog re-launch I am so excited to share a special giveaway… something I hope that you will also love.
A brand new Canon Powershot camera!

You will get to pick your favorite color as well.

More specifically, the Canon Powershot A2200 14.1 MP Digital Camera with 4x Optical Zoom (Black) Premier Bundle Package!

Say that three times fast.

The Premiere Bundle Includes Camera , 8 GB Memory Card, Card Reader, Battery, Carrying Case, Mini Tripod, & More.

I don’t know about you, but for me all inclusive is the way to go. I cant tell you how many times I have made multiple trips to the store in one day because I have forgotten something!

Such is the life of a scatterbrained mommy.

With this amazing Canon package, you can open the box and have everything you need at your fingertips!
And then you can take a picture of your kids stomping on the bubble wrap.
At least, that’s what my kids would be doing!
To be entered to win the Canon Powershot A2200 all you need to do is:

Leave a comment telling me what you would like to take a picture of. Please leave a valid email address!
For an additional entries:
You can tweet “I want to win a Canon Powershot Premier Bundle from @iambakertweets http://su.pr/2lQDNW  ”

For an addition entry you can “like” iambaker on facebook.  If you already do (thank you!) just leave a separate comment letting me know.

This giveaway is open from November 7th through November 21st.

It is open to residents of the United States.

I was in no way compensated for these products.

See official rules here.

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A Treat For You, A Treat For Me. Or Not.

My mom sent me this: (thanks mom!) 


1. You accidentally enter your PIN on the microwave.

2. You haven’t played solitaire with real cards in years.

3. You have a list of 15 phone numbers to reach your family of

4. You e-mail and text the person who works at the desk next to you.

5. Your reason for not staying in touch with friends and family is that they
don’t have e-mail or text addresses.

6. You pull up in your own driveway and use your cell phone to see if anyone is
home to help you carry in the groceries…

7. Every commercial on television has a web site at the bottom of the screen

8. Leaving the house without your cell phone, which you didn’t even have the first
20 or 30 (or 60) years of your life, is now a cause for panic
and you turn around to go and get it.

10. You get up in the morning and go on line before getting your

11. You didn’t notice there wasn’t a number nine because you are busy mentally locating your phone.

My son drew me this.



Here is our conversation:

“Colton, this is fabulous!  Tell me about it!”

“That is you and Eddie and Audrey and Parker and me and Daddy and I wrote the dogs names and that is our calendar and we are on day 15.”

“What is that on Mommy?”

“You are fat.”

“Just mommy is fat?”


I swear to you I could not keep the giggling inside.  Oh how I love the honesty and purity of youth!

Now I need to go run 27 miles. No more treats for me!

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Growing Pains

I was awoken by a stuffled cry.

In my sleepy haze I strained to hear… and eventaully heard it again.

Tears.  Agonizing tears.

I got up and went to my son.  He was sobbing quietly in his pillow, clutching his leg.

“My leg mom, it hurts.”

Wrapping my arms around him and holding on as tightly as I could, I felt my own tears forming, because I didn’t know what else I could do.


I remember growing pains when I was young.  I remember how painful they were and how confused I was.

My parents would tell me, “Your growing!”  And I would just shake my head.  What does that mean?

Colton has cried in my arms a couple times now.  And I am at a loss.

Can you help?

What do you do?  Would you give your child something for the pain?  How do you explain what a growing pain is?


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Out of Focus

Although the weather man predicted snow today, I really had no idea that it would be like a FOOT of snow and that it would cause massive power outages accross the state of Minnesota and that from 11:00am to 5:00pm today we HAD NO POWER.

About seven seconds prior to me putting to most beautiful cheesecake I have ever made into the oven, my world went dark.

I immediately hopped online and tweeted for "HELP!"  asking dear friends, "what should I do?  Leave it out?  Refrigerate?"  I had no idea!

Of course, just because my new laptop had a fully charged battery didn't mean my wireless modem was going to work without power.  Hence, no tweet ever went through.

So!  I left it on top of the stove and went outside to shovel.  In the middle of the storm.  Isnt that what everyone does in power outages???

Then I got hopelessly sidetracked by these guys and ended up shoveling only a portion of the driveway.

I do that a lot.

Lose focus that is.  Not shoveling.



And their insane ability to catch snowflakes on their ridiculously long eyelashes.


More snow tomorrow and then very very cold temps for later in the week.  

At the risk of sounding very silly I must tell you, I just LOVE this time of year!

Dont forget to sign up to win $500.  You have until Nov. 30th!

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My Worst Possible Fear

Birthdays are an exciting event around this house.  No matter whose birthday it is, it is cause for celebration.  When Chad and I told the kids that we were heading over to Uncle Jamie’s house for his 60th birthday, they reacted with screams of delight.

Upon arriving they were not disappointed.  There were friends and family members in abundance, and even candy dishes set out for their grazing pleasure. (they do not get candy at home!)  The backyard was huge and had big climbing trees and lots of places to play hide and seek.  The cousins ran with wild abandon and laughed until their sides hurt.

We dined on catered food and every side dish imaginable and more candy, and then the kids were off to play again.  Keeping track of them was hard, and me being in the throws of a very trying first semester didn’t make things any easier.

About two hours into the celebration, I finally sat down and chatted with family.  I figured I had told the kids the rules enough times that they knew where they could and could not go.

About fifteen minutes later, I realized I had not seen Colton.  I found Chad and asked if he knew where Colton was.  He did not.  We started looking all over… in the yard and the house and in the yard again.

Five minutes later, it started to get serious.  Colton was no where to be found.  We had searched everywhere and were going back a third and fourth time.

The party started to quiet down and I heard someone whisper, “Are they really looking for a lost child?”

I walked to the farthest corner of the yard and started to call out for Colton, but was overcome with fear.  The tears flowed, but I tried to keep my back straight and pretend I was not losing all composure.

Horrible scenarios ran though my head as if every worst possible fear of mine was being realized. 

I had lost my child. 

He was missing.

I cried out to God, “Please Lord, I cannot stand this!  I feel like I am going to burst… please Lord, I need some peace.  I need to find my baby.  Please help me to find your peace so I can think rationally and help search for Colton.”

It was then, approximately twenty minutes after we first realized he was missing, that I heard the four most precious words in the world.

“We found the boy.”

I held my breath until I saw him, and then I ran to Colton and hugged him with a fierce desperation.  I then reached for my crying baby (I think she had sensed the anxiety) and brought her into the back bedroom.  There, in that room, I sobbed like I have never sobbed before.

I cannot explain that moment of relief.  I literally shook with sobs as I held onto Audrey for dear life.

I had been totally unable to comprehend my life without Colton.  To imagine that he had been kidnapped or scared and lost or injured somewhere was an unbearable physical pain in my heart. 

Priscilla Shrirer told a similar story in her latest Bible Study*, Deeper Still.  Her child had been lost in Disney World for fifteen minutes.

Only when it was over, after she had thrown herself at the feet of our Lord in a desperate prayer, she heard a very specific message from the Holy Spirit.

It was as if God told her, “You could not bear your life without your son for fifteen minutes.”

“I gave my only son over to the enemy to be beaten and tortured and killed… all for you.”

All.  For.  You.

Her divine insight blew me away.

I had never before really put into perspective what it must have been like to send Jesus into the fallen world.

It was like I was experiencing God in a whole new way, and I was speechless and in awe of the awesome sacrifices He had made.

All for a wretched sinner like me.

I don’t know about you, but after that glimpse into the unparalleled and unconditional love God has for us, I sure want to make sure I am making choices that are making Him proud.

I want to make sure He knows how grateful I am.



*Pricilla’s story is also found here.