Monday, January 31, 2011

Crochet Doll

I crocheted another doll.  I had this teal and brown yarn that was itching to be made into a doll.  So I made  one.  I worked on her at night, when The Husband and I were watching tv, or movies.  For that reason, she took a couple weeks to complete, and I spent many Many many hours working on her.  I'm glad she's done, and I love how she turned out.

Before you ask, I don't have a pattern for her. If you want to crochet a doll, HERE IS A LINK to a pattern.  I didn't follow this pattern, but had it as a reference.  The dress I totally made up, and love the layers of ruffles.

Yes, she has lots of hair, but I think that's what is charming about her.  I don't know what to do with her, exactly.  I mean, I didn't make her in anticipation of a gift or anything.  I just made her because I wanted to.  I'm thinking I want to try out a boy doll, and see what happens. Maybe Kimble will be the type of toddler who carries around his little boy dollie.  I'll encourage it, if he does.  How cute would that be!

Friday, January 28, 2011


I've been working on my 2010 blog book.   It's taking up all my time, because I need to get it done in the next week or so.  I have a great coupon to use (Thanks Heidi!) and it expires the 9th of February.

I got my 2009 blog book done a few weeks ago, and I got it in the mail this week.  It's beautiful.  I love having my blog printed out.  All those stories and pictures...just lovely to have.

I've been asked a lot if I'm going to make another cookbook.  I definitely have plenty of recipes I've posted since the first issue, and I have more that I use regularly, and haven't shared.  Are you interested?

I got our first mortgage payment bill in the mail today.  I accidentally ripped it up and threw it away with the junk mail.  Oops. Had to fish it out of the garbage.  Hope the mortgage company doesn't mind the bill being in pieces.  It's the check they are after anyway, right?

I'm crocheting again.  It makes me happy.  I only wish my little projects wouldn't take so much time to make.

Since being on my weight loss journey, I've had less of a desire to try out new recipes.  For that reason, you might not see many new recipes posted for a while.

I was given two beautiful house plants, from a friend, before we moved.  She gave me instructions on how to care for them, and assured me that they would be just fine, even though I told her that I can't keep plants alive for the life of me.  Well, it's been over a month.  They aren't looking too good.  What am I doing wrong?  I don't water too much.  I don't sun them too much.  I just don't know.  The cats really like to mess around with the plant.  Maybe  that's the problem?

I came home from a workout yesterday, and didn't feel like collapsing in bed afterwards.  Progress!

I keep meaning to have an open house.  Two of them, actually.  One for my new area, and one for everyone in my old area.  Why don't I just schedule it?  I think I'm just afraid that nobody from the old area will come down, and I don't feel like I know enough people in my new area to invite yet.  Stupid anxiety.  I'm always afraid nobody will like me, or that people will easily forget me.  Why am I like this?

Gilmore Girls comes on every day at 3pm.  I'm hooked.

I sent out 130 belated Christmas letters last week.  At least half were to family.  I have a lot of family.

I'll post the letter here, for all of my bloggy friends to read. However, if you read my blog, then you basically know what was in my Christmas letter.

Waiting on W2's makes me annoyed.

Planning a trip to Utah, Idaho, and Washington this summer (July).  If anyone wants to get together, let me know and we'll schedule you in!

The rest of the summer, we'll be home.  If you are planning on driving through Colorado, feel free to use our Bed and Breakfast.  We'll even have Kimble sleep in my room, so you will get your own private room!  I know.  Luxury, right?

That's basically it.

Thursday, January 27, 2011

The Rollerblading Date

It was during my last summer at college.  I think partly due to the fact that I had ZERO dates in my last four semesters of college (well, there was the one, but it was a date auction...and I was the winning bid), my brother set me up on a blind date.

His name was Bruce, and he was very tall, and thin, and about seven years older than I was.  He was currently working for the college, and was a "student professor" I believe.  Anyway, I had nothing to lose, so I went on the blind date.  Actually, can't remember what that particular date consisted of.  I only remember subsequent dates.

I hung out at his house one Sunday afternoon, as he and his friends gathered together to watch a game on tv.  Basketball, football, hula hooping...I don't remember.  I only remember I had made an apple crisp to share with everyone, and that Bruce pretty much ignored me the entire time.

We had another date, after that.  He invited me to go rollerblading around his neighborhood with him.  I had never rollerbladed before, but I had spent many happy hours as a child, cruising around roller rinks, grooving to the tunes and disco-ing under the mirror ball, outfitted in my groovy rollerskates.  No problem.  I got this.

I think I borrowed rollerblades from my bestie, and roommate, Bethany...but I can't be sure.  For some reason, details escape me, when pertaining to Bruce.  I wonder if he cast a spell over me.

Hmmm.  Anyway, we had our date.  Bruce drove me to an empty church parking lot that was close to his house.  He told me that it was a perfect place to practice, without worrying about cars.  I agreed that he was brilliant in his thinking.

While still sitting in the seat of the car, Bruce watched as I clipped up the rollerblades.  He managed to help me stand up, and then he took off around the parking lot, in a whirl of glorious twists and arcs, stopping and starting with ease.  If I hadn't been clutching the door of the car, I might have swooned.

"Come on.  Now it's your turn", he urged.

Willing to do just about whatever he asked, at that point, I let go of my death grip, and took a few tentative rolls forward.  I was more unstable than a baby learning to walk.

Encouraged by Bruce, I began to make enough progress that I could go about ten yards without falling.  Itching for some new scenery, Bruce suggested we head out on the neighborhood road, and "ride for a few blocks". 

Ready to follow him to the moon and back, I agreed.  We set off, but it was quickly apparent how unstable I was, so in desperation of not falling, I grabbed his hand.  Seeing that I was much more stable, I kept my grip on his hand, completely blinded by the fact that the hand holding was not reciprocated. 

As I was dreamily keeping pace with Bruce, and holding his hand, we continued making small talk.  This was going great!  About a minute went by, then my bubble burst.

"Uh, can you let go of my hand, now?"  Bruce said.

"What?  Oh, yeah...sure.  Sorry."  I immediately began to wobble, filled with a combination of rejection and uncoordination.

I fell to the ground.

Bruce helped me up, and amazingly enough, I made it back to the car without another fall.

He took me home.

I never saw him again.

Thus ends my short love affair with a college professor.

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Kimble is Energetic!

On Sunday, as I was sitting in the back of the room during Sunday School, so I could  let Kimble move around and get his wiggles out, I was so impressed by his energy levels.  We were cautioned, when we first found out about his heart defects, that his energy capabilities would be undetermined for a while.  It was another one of those "watch and see" diagnosis statements.

Since we are new in our area and church group (ward), most people don't know about Kimble's condition.  He is just another high-energy baby (going on toddler) learning to balance and walk along furniture and boy can he crawl fast!  He's just as cute as can be, too, with his smiles and giggles.  He is just so much fun.

He's getting so much better on the stairs (after a few heart-wrenching falls) and now goes up and down them with more speed.  I give him the run of the house, and many times find him downstairs playing in the boys' room.  He likes their chunky superhero toys, light sabers, and lego people.

He is also at that stage where he likes to keep his "treasures" with him.  Often times, I find him crawling around, while holding onto his prized possessions.  Sometimes it's a toy, but more  times than not, it's something that he shouldn't have, like the toilet scrubber, or kitty litter scoop, or a pair of scissors.  When I go after him to get the items out of his hand, he double-times his crawling speed, and giggles as he tries to get away from me.  So cute!!

He's also at that stage where he wants to drop everything off of his high chair.  There is a constant supply of crumbs and food on the floor.  Drives me nuts.  For that reason, I still spoon-feed Kimble, or give him things one at a time for him to pick up and eat.  Otherwise, he enjoys his "food-throwing" game a little too much.

Kimble is also making progress towards walking.  Sometimes, when I'm sitting with him, he will stand next to me, and practice taking his hands off my legs, trying to balance himself without holding on.  He finds it to be such an accomplishment, that he starts clapping, and then loses his balance.  However, he is getting better and better.  I think in the next six weeks he'll be walking. We'll see.

Saturday, January 22, 2011

New Workout Blog

I'm sure many of you don't want to hear about my daily journey to exercise and lose weight.  So I made a separate blog, to document my journey.  If you care to be my cheering section, feel free to hop on over and follow my new blog too.  It's called Watch Shaina Shrink and I've posted the link on my sidebar as well.  I could really use the support.  I'm in this 'till the end!

Friday, January 21, 2011

The Crochet Monster

A few weeks ago, my sister Sharon decided to make these knitted monsters.  She bought the pattern, and set to work.   They were so cute, but since I have no idea how to knit, I was out of luck.

Well, not so much out of luck.  Sharon told me to crochet it instead.   After a few tips on how I could do the legs, she got to working on her knitted monster, and I got to work on my crochet monster.

You can see her finished monster HERE.  Very cute.  Love the brown and pink.

I finished my monster too.  I think for making up everything as I went along, I did pretty good.

 Not really sure what I'm going to do with the duo, but for right now, they are keeping watch over Kimble, as he sleeps.  Nothing like having your own personal monster to protect you at night.
..or during an afternoon nap.

Thursday, January 20, 2011


The thing that most excites me about working out, is taking a spinning class.  I've heard such great things about spinning!  Close friends of mine have lost a lot of weight, simply by spinning and eating healthy.  Since I've always loved riding a bike, I felt like this would be my groove.  This would be what I embrace.  This would be what I can stick with.  So I signed up for my first class this morning.


I thought I was ready for the "saddle soreness".  By that, I mean that I knew it would happen, but...ouch.  From what I hear, it takes a few weeks to harden up, so to speak.  But I can do it!

Another thing I wasn't quite expecting, was the length of the class.  I thought it was 30 minutes.  Nope.  One hour of spinning.  One hour of never stopping.  One hour of "Ok, now we are going to climb for 12 minutes, with five increments of resistance...ready?  Up out of the saddle.  Let's go!"

I would have quit many times over if I had been by myself.

But I wasn't by myself.  I was in a room full of people and they were all doing it.  Some were even shouting with glee.  Me? I was concentrating.  "Breathe in.  Breathe out.  You can do it.  Did you hear her?  Just twenty more seconds and then you can sit down.  You can do it!"  All the while, music was blaring through the speakers. It was great, and very motivating.  I love the music!

And I did it! I finished the whole hour without dying.

After the class, my biker neighbor, whom I had exchanged a few words with before class, asked me how I liked the class.   I said, "It pretty much kicked my butt, and that's exactly what I need."

Spinning class:  I'm here to stay.

5 minutes

Last night, I went to the gym.  It's been a long time since I have gone to a gym.  I've never been the type of person who had a gym membership.  It always seemed a waste of money to me.  It was something that I could never really understand.

However, I was always impressed with those people, my friends who worked out.  They actually enjoyed it.  That baffled me.  They desired the gym. They needed their workouts.  They talked about it with such positivity.  Incredible.

So last night, I signed up for a free trial  week.  If I want to join after that, it will be 20 bucks a month (thanks to The Husband's union benefits) and I can go as much as I want, and do whatever classes I want.  I think that's a pretty good deal.

My first experience at the gym:  Zumba class.  The gym was filled with women (and a few men) of all ages, doing Zumba for 45 minutes.  It was fun, although hard to see the instructor through the sea of people.  Obviously it's a popular class.  I think I'll like it better the more I get used to the movements.

Next: Weights.  I went with a new friend, and we are going to motivate and encourage each other.  She showed me some different machines to use, and last night we focused on shoulders and arms.  All good.

Throughout the evening, I kept eyeing the treadmills.  People actually like running.  Again, this astounds me. I've never been a runner, and never want to run, and probably couldn't run if it saved my life.  Is there a big secret that everyone knows but me?  Running. Running. Running.

I took the opportunity.  I got on a treadmill and bumped up the speed until I was at a manageable jogging  speed.  I was doing it.  I was running!

I haven't ran since my first year of college.   Thus, I did not have my expectations too high.  I decided that I would run for five minutes.  Five Minutes!  You know what, for someone who couldn't even run around the block without stopping, I thought five minutes was very ambitious.

Miracle of all miracles, I lasted the whole five minutes!  I didn't stop.  I didn't slow down.  I ran for five minutes!  It may seem silly, but I was happy.  I felt accomplished.

I came home, and told The Husband, with excitement bursting through me, to guess how long I ran for.  He could see that I  was proud of myself, and guessed 30 minutes.

My bubble broke.

It was just five minutes.  Hardly any time at all.  Five stupid minutes.  What was I so excited about?

But you know what?  I'm still proud of myself.  I'm proud that I didn't quit after one minute.  I'm proud that I got on it in the first place.  I'm proud that I'm actually going to the gym.  If five minutes is what it takes, to become, in essence, my baby step....then five minutes it is.

The Husband was actually very proud of me, and my decision to make myself  healthier.  I have a long road ahead of me, but I'm hoping each time I go to the gym, it will get easier, and more rewarding.

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

Things Are Going To Change

That's right.
It's time.
Starting today, things are going to change.  Namely, my weight.
It's going to go down.
Yes.  It will!

I'm not having any more babies.
I'm not breastfeeding any more.
There are no more excuses.
Time to slim down again.

My body doesn't like to lose weight. 
It's been a struggle all my life.
I've always been "the curvy sister".
I've always had the hourglass figure.

I'm sick of seeing my size go up.
Time for it to go down.

Wish me luck.
I will do this!

Sunday, January 16, 2011

Hair Prowess

I dream of having long and luscious locks, with big fat curls caressing each other in waves of softness.  But that is just a dream.  A dream I'm trying to make a reality.  Thus, I'm growing out my hair, in hopes that the god of hair smiles his conditioning power upon me.

Until then, I get to endure the dreaded "in-between" stage.  The time when hair is at a length which makes cute styling almost impossible.  It looks awkward pulled back (especially because I still have big chunks of baby hair making a comeback since the stressful time in the hospital when I had Kimble), and it looks blah when it's down.  What's a girl to do?


I've been using my hair straightener to curl my hair.  That's right.  You read it correctly.  It does an amazing job at curling, and is surprising proficient at maintaining that "long lasting curl".

The only thing wrong with that, was suggested by The Husband today at church.  He leans over, and says "I think you burned your hair."

So maybe such a device wouldn't be endorsed by my hair stylist, but for now, it's helping me get through this stage with my hair.  What do you think?

Saturday, January 15, 2011

"Oh My!"

Last week, my sister linked me to a recipe where she said "it just reminded me of you".  It was a recipe for nutella hot chocolate.  I've had another friend express how much she loves nutella hot chocolate as well, but I've never  tried it.  To be frank, although The Husband is in love with nutella (and yes, I believe he would marry it if he could) I have never been very partial to it.  It's alright, but nothing I need to drool over.

However, it was a long and chilly day, and by the time the kids went to bed, I needed an indulgence.  Lucky for me, The Husband got two big jars of nutella for Christmas (from Santa), so I had all the ingredients I needed to make the recipe.

I made it, and ooh la la.  It was fabulous, and very worth sharing the recipe.  The original post is HERE.  Now, let's make it!  (Regarding the picture, I got overambitious with the whipped cream.  I promise you, the hot chocolate is underneath, and delicious.)

Nutella Hot Chocolate
1 cup milk
3 Tbsp Nutella
1 Tbsp Cocoa
1 tsp sugar
Pinch of salt

Combine all the ingredients in a saucepan, and whisk to combine.  Heat through, but do not boil.  Once hot enough, remove from heat and pour into your mug.  You can top it with homemade whipped cream for some extra jazz.

Whipped Cream
1 cup Heavy Whipping Cream
2 Tbsp Sugar
1/2 tsp vanilla extract

In your mixer, combine ingredients and beat on high for 7-10 minutes, until stiff peaks form.  Spoon over your hot chocolate.
Hope you find the opportunity to try this!  Even if you don't LOVE nutella, you might just LOVE this hot chocolate.  I sure did.

Friday, January 14, 2011

Teetering Toward Normalcy

Yesterday we had another Cardiology appointment for Kimble.  He is now being seen every 2-3 months, which seems staggering to me.  Last year, at this time, we had appointments every few days, between his local Cardiologist, our Denver Cardiologist, and his Pediatrician.  I love that Kimble is doing so well now.

At (almost) every cardiology visit, we have an echocardiogram done (detailed ultrasound of the heart).  After his doctor analyzes everything, and compares it with the prior visit, he comes in the exam room and we talk about what he sees.  Normally, his "cautiously optimistic" outlook, pertaining to Kimble, doesn't allow for high hopes.  Rather, it is something like "Well, Kimble is so unique in his defects, that we really can't plan or estimate what his future holds.  We just need to keep watching him and wait and see what his heart is going to do."  However, yesterday's visit was a bit different, and changed the baseline "cautiously optimistic" to "surprisingly optimistic".

The ultrasound showed that Kimble's heart has grown!  His right ventricle, which is the pumping chamber that pumps blood to the lungs, has made major improvements on the growth chart, and now qualifies in the range of NORMAL.  This is astounding.  Although he is still undoubtedly on the (very) small side of "normal", he is within range.

Half of Kimble's bloodflow is still flowing through that right ventricle (with the other half redirected to the lungs via his last heart surgery in June) and all of that bloodflow has helped the muscle grow and get stronger, without the pressure of pumping an entire body's worth of blood.

The other two defects that Kimble has, relate to that right ventricle.  The valve going into it (tricuspid valve) is very small and defective, and the valve where the blood exits the right ventricle (pulmonary valve) was ballooned through when he was a week old, and although it isn't a "valve" by definition, is accomodating enough for the cycle of bloodflow.

More good news, is that the tricuspid valve is allowing enough bloodflow through to the right ventricle, to define it (meaning the bloodflow) as Normal.  Amazing.  All of this was shocking news, especially since two months ago, we were drowning in adjetives like "underdeveloped, small, dysfunctional, not-usable, defective, and restrictive".

There was another finding, however, which can be good, or bad.  It was discovered that there is some narrowing where the superior vena cava (the main blood vessel which carries blood from the top half of the body, back to the heart to get oxygenated) was redirected and attached to the arteries going to the lungs.  This means that less bloodflow is able to get through that area.  A clot could develop, or more narrowing could occur, and this would need to be adjusted or repaired via surgery, or in the cath lab.

Just like when you have a bad cold, and your nasal passages get swollen, making it hard to breathe....the same thing is happening in that area where the bloodflow was redirected.  Restricted bloodflow is not good.

Right now, it's small enough that we don't have to worry.  We'll continue to watch it for signs of growth.  Currently, because Kimble's heart has grown and is adapting, that means that plenty of bloodflow is actually going through his right ventricle, and because it is within normal limits, he is in no danger.  He has, in essence, a "safety" that is his heart, even if the superior vena cava gets more restricted, because of the better-than-expected amount of bloodflow that is being pumped by his right ventricle.  Hope that all makes sense.

Now, for the best and most unexpected news.  I had said that the narrowing could be "good news".  What I mean by that, is that if they find that they have to go back into surgery to have it repaired or adjusted, they would ask themselves "what is it that we are really trying to do here?"   The goal, of any heart patient, is to have a fully functioning four chamber heart.  If they find that Kimble's newly aquired status of "within normal limits" actually allows for his heart to be able to handle the workload that it should, then there is a chance that they could reverse The Glenn procedure (which was his last surgery) and actually re-route the bloodflow  BACK to his heart, and then his heart would function the same way yours and mine does.  Now, it would still have it's defects, but if it is still able to manage a healthy amount of bloodflow for his body's demands, then it would be alright.

Of course, this is just and idea to nibble on, all the while hoping that his heart continues to grow and is able to meet the demands of Kimble's more active lifestyle, as he progresses developmentally.  Our next appointment is in three months.  I'm excited to see what develops!

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Nothin' Much

I've gone three days without blogging.  That might just be a record for me.  I've sat down multiple times, to blog, but I really don't have anything going on, to blog about.  I can't even think of anything creative to share, or a childhood story to amuse you with.

So, I did a few other  things instead.  I finally broke open a book.  Feels like forever since I've read, or had the time to read.  My friends wonder why I don't go to the book club.  I'd like to, but I kinda feel like I should read the books first.  Anyway, my friend Colleen lent me Pride and Prejudice and Zombies.  I'm only about six pages into it, but it already makes me laugh.  Such a weird idea for a story.

Kimble is learning all sorts of neat tricks, here at the new house.  He has learned how to go down the stairs, on his belly, and he has learned how to fall down them a few times as well.  He is getting better and better, although he makes me so nervous when he's "playing" on the stairs.

He is also walking along furniture with much more ease than he did before.  He is getting better, with his balance.  Tonight, he let go, for an instant, and stayed standing up.  We may have a walker next month!

All this work, must be exhausting.  He fell asleep, twice, in his high chair after his morning snack.

 I have a goal of keeping my room clean this year.  It may sound silly, but my bedroom is always the last on my long list of to-do items.  I'm determined to make my room my happy hide-out.  This means, it has to be clean.  I'm doing well so far.  I've been making my bed, and even had a place to sit and crochet.  Georgie joined me.
Yes, that is MY leg lamp that you see on my side table.  It's a Major Award!

I've also been working on making my blog books.  I've finally got 2009 done (after ignoring it for a year), and am now tweaking 2010, so I can print them out.  It takes a while, but well worth having a hard copy of my blog!  For those interested, I use Blurb, and it's great.

So that's what I've been doing, besides unpacking and organizing my new house.  I have no more boxes left to unpack...although my garage still needs organizing so we can park in there!

Sunday, January 9, 2011

Mountain Sledding

Yesterday we joined four other families up in the mountains, to go sledding!  Whahooo!  I love sledding so much!

 Georgie, with her friend Luke.

Keaton and Kolby took turns on this borrowed snow board, and had a blast with it.  Thanks, Zach, for letting us borrow it!

I took Georgie down, but what you can't see, is the speed we had.  We had just come down from a little jump, and were going so fast.  If you enlarge this picture, you can see Georgie's poor shocked face.

Here, I was trying desperately to slow us down, because in just a few feet, was a cliff.
 Ahh, just barely stopped in time.  A few people actually went over the cliff, and while it just takes a bit to climb back up, it really wasn't dangerous, unless you hit the tree...which some people did.

This picture is deceiving.  It wasn't nearly that steep, but  through the art of photography, it makes you believe it!

 My kids had such a fun time.

 Georgie took the opportunity to ask everyone she could, if they would take her down the hill.  I love this next picture with her and Adam.  They were going fast, and you can't even see Georgie's face, with all the snow spray.

Chad took her down plenty of  times....and even gave her a lift on the way back up.  Such a good guy.

Adam went down with Kamy too.
 Kimble was sleeping soundly in the car, during most of the activities, but he woke up about the time everyone took a hot chocolate break.  So we spiked his milk with chocolate, and let him ease into the festivities.
 Here are most of the kids, drinking their hot chocolate, and cutting the sugar with  some donuts.
 Then we hit the slopes again, this time, giving Kimble a 'short' ride down the track.

Georgie started going up and down the hills by herself, and had a blast doing so.

We took a few turns ourselves.

 Mr. Kimble was happy to sit on the tarp and watch.  He was super warm in all his layering pajamas and fleece coats.
 He also got lots of snuggles and kisses, which is something we just can't help but do when holding Kimble.

I had to be  quick with this next shot, and although my camera focused on the background, instead of the forefront, I still love the picture.

I quite enjoyed the time I had with my friends!  So glad that we can still get together, even though I moved!
After a few hours, we went home.  What a fun day!

Thursday, January 6, 2011

Random Pictures

We had a few frigid days here, between Christmas and New Years Eve, where the temperatures hovered at zero.  On one of those days, we took a little walk down the street to find our new mailbox.  Georgie put on her sister's coat, but wouldn't let us talk her into changing out her capris.

The day before school started again, we took a walk down the street to visit the school, and get a tour.  It was a bit less chilly that day, but still in the teens.

Mr. Kimble loves his baths, up until you need to rinse his hair.  Then he doesn't appreciate it anymore.

Georgie finds some interesting places to perch, as she colors.

I gave Mr. Kimble a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for the first time.  I waited to do this because I feared allergies.  However, I watched him closely, and he had no problems.  He loved it so much!

He started crying because the sandwich was gone.  He wanted more!

Ah...the kids are back in school!  They had a great first day.

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

Lemon Cream Cheese Poundcake

Mmmm.  It's a good one.  I originally got this Cream Cheese Poundcake recipe HERE, and thought that lemons would make it even better.  It was delicious. As you can see by the picture, the kids all tried to grab slices before I had taken the picture, thus I had to fit everything together again.  That is why the bread looks a bit crumbly.  Anyway, give it a try.  Here is my recipe.

Lemon Cream Cheese Poundcake

2 sticks butter, softened (1 cup)
1 8 oz pkg cream cheese, softened
1 1/2 cups sugar
4 eggs
1 1/2 tsp vanilla
zest of two lemons
1/4 cup lemon juice
1 1/2 tsp baking powder
1 1/2 tsp salt
2 1/4 cups flour

With your mixer, combine butter, cream cheese, and sugar until nicely whipped.  Add in eggs one at a time, mixing to incorporate.  Continue mixing, while adding the zest, juice, vanilla, baking powder and salt.  Slowly add in your flour until everything is mixed.

In two greased bread pans (or four small bread pans) divide your batter evenly.  Bake at 325 for about 45 minutes to 1 hour, depending on the size of your loaves.  When a fork or toothpick inserted, comes out clean, your bread is done.

Immediately, brush tops of bread with extra lemon juice.  Then, make a glaze.

Lemon Glaze
3/4 cup powdered sugar
3 Tbsp lemon juice
1 tsp vanilla

Once mixed together, pour over your bread loaves.  It will be absorbed quickly.  When cool, slice and serve.