Sunday, December 19, 2010

Six month photo shoot

Asher Ray Kroboth 4.27.2010
I was so excited about Asher's six month photo shoot with Liz! Remember his newborn photos? Ah, so precious to me.

This time I went with some ideas that I wanted us to try, and I couldn't be happier with how all of the photos turned out. I'm still attempting to narrow down my favorites. But for now, I'm so tickled to share my top five with the world.

I'm so, so, so proud of my sweet boy and our sweet family. (And Liz, you rock! You can check her out on her site and see more of Asher here.)





Images: Liz Cooper Photography

Monday, December 13, 2010

Asher, meet Disney. You will be the best of friends.


We took Asher to Disney On Ice: Toy Story 3 with awesome seats given to us by a family friend. (Thanks so much, Melanie!) Rusty and I love all things Disney. We've been on two Disney cruises. Both have had multiple trips to Disney. I started the DVD collection for Asher before he was even born. Disney and Mickey and Nemo and Mary Poppins and all of that magic is something special to us. And I'm so excited to watch Asher discover that magic through the years. Starting with Disney on Ice at seven months of age. You're a lucky boy, Asher.



I think we should also note this was Asher's first (of many) trips to the RBC Center. Hopefully, we'll get him to a basketball game soon to cheer on our Wolfpack!


What's in a Kroboth Christmas? A kipfel, of course!


Each year, the Kroboths make kipfels. When Rusty first introduced them to me years back, I was addicted. They are divine with a cup of coffee in the morning - well, anytime of day actually. He said they took all day to make and were lots of work. I looked at the little pastry and thought, surely he's exaggerating.

First off, you are probably wondering what the heck a kipfel is. It's this sweet little pastry roll, with a walnut and sugar filling inside. Sprinkled with powdered sugar on top. It's. Freaking. Awesome.

This year, I told Rusty's mom I wanted to learn how to bake kipfels so I could continue the Kroboth tradition. Grammy stopped being able to bake them years back and Jan took over for her. The recipe goes back many generations in the family. Jan bakes them each Christmas and gives them to special friends and family.

Asher and I showed up in our sweats on Monday to begin the kipfel tutorial. Jan and Ed told me on the way to rest up because the hard work would begin when I arrived. (Luckily, I brought Joni along with me to help with Asher. I figured if this turned out to be as much work as everyone said, we'd need some child care assistance.) They were right!

As soon as we got there, Jan and I began making the second batch of dough. She had already prepared the first so that it could rise that morning. Do note: this is the first time I've ever done anything with yeast, or a food processor or anything that involved dough and rising and rolling. This was intense! No baby steps for me!



Each time we began a step, Jan would wisely point out the modern convenience way of doing it (mixer or food processor) versus the old-fashioned 'better' way (according to Grammy). This usually involved hours (seriously, hours) of stirring and kneading. One thing she said for certain, don't use modern appliances to chop the walnuts for the filling. We used Grandpop's old hand crank to chop eight pounds of walnuts.

To get the kipfel itself, you have to roll out the dough. Cut it by hand in the just the right size. Fill each little square. And roll them up, tucking in the sides. Place them on your baking sheets, into the oven, onto the cooling surface and sprinkle with sugar. Taa daa! All done!



Six hours later, we have hundreds of kipfels cooling on the dining room table. There was flour and powdered sugar everywhere. The dogs were running around with white spots in their fur. And our backs hurt.


Grammy and Grandpop arrived to observe our last few sheets. They had a lot of commentary to add, and stories of years of kipfel baking past. We enjoyed warm out-of-the-oven yumminess with a cup of coffee. It was divine in all ways. Sweet treats. Sweet family. Sweet memories. Sweet day.

Saturday, December 11, 2010

Boys in babylegs

Let's face it. Scrumptuous baby boy clothes are way harder to find than girl clothes. I've considered it a challenge to keep my boy dressed adorably while avoiding the usual baby blues (boo UNC!) and pastel pieces.That fashion route is a little too cutesie and babyish for my taste. (How's that for inventing words?)

Recently, I've taken to putting babylegs on my boy. You're thinking, uh what? But really, they are so adorable and practical. Asher can move around a lot easier in them on the floor (while learning to crawl). Diaper changes are a breeze! Especially when it's cool outside, it's nice to not have to remove pants. I've heard the uses for these things just keep piling up, and they can be worn for years. I just stick with the really masculine prints, and ta da! Studly, unique outfits.


So, despite the objections of my husb and jokes from my sister, I'm loving me some babylegged Asher!

Today, he's sporting his layered boom box long-sleeved tee and matching legs. Admit it. It's kinda cute.

Thursday, December 9, 2010

So this is Christmas.



This, thisthis is Christmas!

I can't remember the last time I was so freaking excited about Christmas. I want to wake up Christmas morning and start our family traditions with Asher. I am looking forward to family gatherings, Christmas lights, live nativity viewing, cornbread tasting, stocking stuffing, present training and Santa's first visit. I look forward to seeing it all through Asher's eyes.

We've begun the traditional Kira Christmas carol overload here. Disney Christmas CD jams in the car and the stereo inside is stuffed with holiday tunes. Love. It.

So, this year I decided to do an official Kroboth family Christmas card. (I've never been interested in doing anything like this in the past.) And I wanted to write a little jingle as our message, incorporating our favorite Christmas carols.

I'm beyond happy with how it all turned out. We went with a square, folded greeting from Pear Tree Greetings and used our favorite (!!!!!) image from our six month photoshoot with Liz Cooper Photography.

For all of you out there, consider this the electronic version of our holiday love coming straight to you!

So this is Christmas.
Joy to the world!

Do you hear what I hear? Our little drummer boy is rockin' around the Christmas tree and dreaming of a white Christmas (while momma and daddy are wishing for a silent night).

Santa Claus is coming to town, so let's deck the halls. Then, go tell it on the mountain on this o holy night -- it's the most wonderful time of the year! And we three Kroboths want to wish you a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!

Sending you our holly, jolly holiday love!
Rusty, Kira and Asher

Enjoy the magic of the season, everyone. Spread the love. Spread the faith. Spread the news. Sing your heart out. Hug those you love. And remember the true joy of the season.


Image: Liz Cooper Photography

Tuesday, December 7, 2010

Hooray for Christmas!

Hooray for a kid that immediately knew how to unwrap a present. And hooray for his first gift being a nativity set. Teething is more special when you can chew on the manger, of course, throughout the holidays.

And this begins our first Christmas with Asher.


Asher's First Christmas Present Ever! from Kira Ann on Vimeo.

Sunday, December 5, 2010

My boy wears baby legs...

... And wears them well!









-- Posted via iPhone

Meet my new friend Olivia


This is my new friend Olivia. We call her little O.

She came to stay with me at Thanksgiving after arriving on a big plane from Chicago. Her mom, Denise, and my mom are BFF's (whatever that means).

My mom loved having a little baby girl to snuggle. And she really, really liked having Denise around. They talked about being mommies - a lot. (Apparently, little O and I are a lot of work! But totally worth it.)


I think O's pretty darn cute. And she smiles a lot. (Well, when she's not crying. I tried telling her it's not so bad to travel; that in a few hours she'll settle down again. She still felt like crying for a bit. Then later she was all smiles for good.)

I'm glad she came to visit. My mom says we're going to go visit her at her house next. And that time, we'll ride on the big plane. Pretty neat, huh?


p.s. You should see how many pictures my Aunt Jo had to take to get these. It's quite hard to get two momma's and two babies all looking good in one shot.

Meet Miss Annie

Miss Annie was Cille's best friend. And she's Asher's black grandma, she says. She's a beautiful, beautiful person. Her love for our Cille was so big. And her love for our family is just as big. She was by Cille's side day and night. She was a shoulder to lean on for my mom and her siblings. Annie is one of a kind.

My mom brings her to visit with Asher. Her last visit, Asher truly noticed her. He stared her down for the first five minutes. Seriously. He was mesmerized. Then, I handed him over to her. He kept looking.

And then, he just nuzzled right up to her. Snuggled up like I never recall him doing before with a new person. It was so sweet. Asher's a smart boy. He knows that Miss Annie is certainly something special.

It brings tears to my eyes just typing this and remembering that moment. Having Annie around is like having a part of Cille around. And watching Asher love on her just makes me imagine him loving on Cille.

Sweet, sweet baby boy. And sweet, sweet Miss Annie.

Saturday, December 4, 2010

Hello. My name is Asher. And I love the tub.

And I especially love the tub with my boat float.

I can walk all over that tub. Play with bubbles. Enjoy the jets. Chase down the fish. Read my water book. And look cute (or so I'm told) the entire time.


Asher's first flurries!


We won't say first snow. We'll save that milestone for a real snow! Come on NC winter, help us out.

(I do realize the flurries are not immediately obvious in the next photos. But, I think if you blow the photo up and squint and look closely, you may see them. I promise they are there.)


Here's a look at the snow this evening after I put Asher to bed. So pretty. Those flurries continued on all afternoon, obviously.



Friday, December 3, 2010

Great Grandpop turns 90!


On November 29, Great Grandpop Kroboth turned 90 years old! Isn't that crazy? And, get this - As soon as we arrived at his German-themed surprise birthday dinner, he gets right down on the floor with Asher. On the floor, people! On his knees. It blew my mind. The man is amazing (in so many ways)!

So, happy birthday Grandpop. Glad we got to share your big day with you!



Asher's first thanksgiving at the mess hall on Seymour Johnson Air Force Base

Grammy and Grandpop insist upon having Thanksgiving lunch on base every year. So, we travel to Goldsboro and eat at the mess hall. It's pretty yummy and ridiculously affordable. And, each year, Grammy and Grandpop go on and on about how they have fancied up the mess hall for the occasion. They are so proud to take us there. It's adorable.

Here are few pics from Asher's first thanksgiving at the mess hall.






And yes, we realize they match. It wasn't the original plan, but it turned out cutely.
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