My first attempt at unleavened bread

passover meal

So this year one of the things I wanted to try to do was to learn more about the 7 feast days of YHWH.  I learned last year a lot of things that were unpleasant (to say the least) about the feasts that the church has chosen to celebrate (mainly Easter and Christmas) and we as a family have chosen to go away from those holidays.  However, in learning about those two holidays and where they came from, I was also confronted with the feast days of the Lord and I was faced with a conundrum.  Why does the church not celebrate the feast days of YHWH, but they do celebrate the feast days instituted by man (or the Catholic church).  Why are following traditions steeped in paganism and idolatry when we should be following God’s statutes and commandments?

Well, this year I was ready to do something different.  This is our first year as a family celebrating the feasts of YHWH!

The first feast this year is Unleavened Bread, which begins the night of Passover.

In preparing for this feast, I literally got rid of anything leavened in my home (and I still find things now and again that I missed) and I made matzo for the first time!  Now Passover in and of itself is not a required feast, but it is supposed to happen in memoriam of the Israelite exodus from Egypt so many years ago.  There are many Jewish traditions that go along with Passover, but not being Jewish (and again, most of those traditions were instituted by rabbis AFTER Jesus lived and died), we decided just to go with a simple dinner while reading the age-old Exodus story.  I made some delicious vegan stew (thanks to a delicious recipe that I found on the teambeachbody blog!) and unleavened bread and we read the story of hard-hearted Pharaoh and the 10 plagues that YHWH sent against Egypt and their false gods.  We read about their desperate need for a Passover lamb and the blood that covered, saved and protected them that night.  And finally, we saw the fear and uncertainty of the Israelites as they fled Egypt turn into victory and triumph as they crossed the Red Sea and ventured towards the promised land.

Now Passover is simply the beginning of the first of 7 feasts: the Feast of Unleavened Bread.  We read about this feast in Exodus 12:15-20, where it says:

‘Seven days you shall eat unleavened bread, but on the first day you shall remove leaven from your houses; for whoever eats anything leavened from the first day until the seventh day, that person shall be cut off from Israel. ‘On the first day you shall have a holy assembly, and another holy assembly on the seventh day; no work at all shall be done on them, except what must be eaten by every person, that alone may be prepared by you. ‘You shall also observe the Feast of Unleavened Bread, for on this very day I brought your hosts out of the land of Egypt; therefore you shall observe this day throughout your generations as a permanent ordinance.

Each time I read this, I am struck by that last line… “you shall observe this day throughout your generations as a permanent ordinance…”  So why aren’t we observing it?  Permanent means like, forever, right?  I’ve heard many arguments saying that because Yeshua was our Passover lamb (which I don’t in the least dispute), that we no longer have to celebrate the feasts, but I would posit that BECAUSE Yeshua was our Passover lamb, we SHOULD celebrate the feasts.  They are that much more relevant and important to us now that they have been fulfilled than they were even to the Israelites at that time!  They had to use the blood of an ACTUAL lamb to physically save them that night.  We have the blood of the LAMB OF GOD that covers us spiritually and that has defeated sin and death and will allow YHWH’s punishment to PASS OVER us for all eternity.  The Israelites were slaves in Egypt; we were slaves to sin.  The Hebrews were in a hurry to leave Egypt, and I feel that same urgency today, awaiting Yeshua’s impending return!  They were led by a pillar of cloud and fire as they fled; we have the Holy Spirit living INSIDE of us to lead and guide us every single day.  They had an enemy in hot pursuit of them, just as our enemy is out to steal, kill and destroy God’s chosen people.

feast days

Anyways, to celebrate this feast of Unleavened Bread, well… we needed unleavened bread!  So here is a recipe that I found that we really liked!  Jedidiah helped me with the first batch too.  Here it is!

Angelina de Leon’s Matzo (from The New York Times Passover Cookbook)

  • 2 Cups white flour
  • 1/2 Tablespoon freshly ground black pepper
  • 2 Eggs
  • 3 Tablespoons honey
  • 1/2 Tablespoon extra virgin olive oil
  • 4 Tablespoons water

Preheat the oven to 400 degrees.  In a large bowl, combine the flour and pepper.  (This is the part Jedi helped me with- measuring and mixing!)

Stir together the eggs, honey, oil and water.

wet ingredients

Pour the wet mixture over the dry ingredients and mix until just combined.  Then turn the dough out onto a countertop and knead it until it forms a cohesive ball.


Divide the dough into 6 portions (we did a few more than that).


Roll them out into 8 inch rounds.  Then prick them all over with a fork , then place them onto a very lightly greased baking sheet.

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Bake matzo for 10 minutes, until crisp and golden.  Let cool completely on a rack.

The whole family enjoyed this recipe, which is good, because we ate it for the full 7 days of this feast!  Here are some pics of us enjoying our matzo.


Thanks for reading!  Happy feast days to you!

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Posted by on April 23, 2017 in Uncategorized


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An anniversary surprise

weddingSIX years!  My husband Trent and I have been married for SIX years!  I don’t know where all the time went!  It feels like we’ve been married forever, yet in some senses six years feels like it’s just beginning!  We’ve had so many adventures together, traveled the world, and shared lots of love and laughter.

A few weeks before our anniversary, I was feeling my annual “spring cleaning” bug coming on.  I began purging our closets, organizing, rearranging, and cleaning things out. One of the things that I came across that was taking up a lot of unnecessary space was my wedding dress!  That beautiful dress I wore on the most amazing day of my life that made me feel like a princess, finally getting to marry my prince.  That dress that I paid $200 dollars for David’s Bridal to clean and preserve in a pretty box for me to keep for all eternity… or not.  As I was in my “get rid of everything” state, the wedding dress that I have only looked at a number of times in the past 6 years fell pretty high on the list of things to go.

dress preserved

Lucky for me my anniversary was coming up!  I began to devise a plan.  My sister and brother-in-law were going to be in town and would be here with us on our anniversary day, so we hadn’t made any major plans to celebrate.  We wanted to spend the day with them!  Combine that with the fact that we are on a very tight budget and voila!  A plan was hatched!

We live in the same area where we got married.  The BBQ joint down the road catered our wedding, the ceremony took place in a church next door, we took photos on the nearby train tracks, etc… so fast forward to our anniversary.  I had already run this plan by my sister to see if they would be on board, and, graciously, she was more than willing to help.

The morning came and I actually had time to curl my hair and do my makeup (which is a rarity these days).  The baby was awake WAYYYYY early, so I got up with him and let my hubby sleep.  Then when Jedidiah went down for a nap, I had some time to get myself ready.

We all went to church together that morning and then after that, we decided to go to Harmon’s BBQ for lunch (cue: stroll down memory lane, item #1).  Then we went out for ice cream afterwards at a new local venue… because, well, who doesn’t want to eat ice cream on a special day?!?




Who wants more BBQ?!?  Me, me!!!


After that we came home and put the babies down for their naps.  While they were napping, my husband and brother-in-law were working outside.  My curls had already fallen, so I desperately tried to save my hair (to be honest, I don’t really know what I’m doing when it comes to these kinds of things).  It was pretty much a flop (both literally and figuratively), so I ended up putting it up after all.  Afterwards, my sister helped me get into my dress.  Despite being a *bit* wrinkly, it still fit!!!  (Thank you Beachbody!!!!!)  Then she ran outside to tell Trent that I had a “surprise” for him (her words, not mine).  Honestly, I felt kind of silly, being in my wedding dress again and I wasn’t at all sure what my husband would think, but we were at the point of no return- it was too late to go back!

Trent opened up the bedroom door and looked at me, at first with confusion, and then with awe in his face and tears in his eyes.  It was so much like our “first look” so many years ago.

first lookfirst look2faveOf course, this time, the plan needed some explaining.  So I told him to put on his suit so that we could go out and recreate some of our wedding photos.

While he was getting dressed, my sister took me outside for a few solo pics.


And one of us together before we left.


We hopped in the car and drove down the road to our destinations.  We knew that we’d have to be pretty quick to get the photos done before the babies woke back up!  In hindsight, I should have pulled up the original photos so that we could have tried to do the exact same poses, but we were going solely from memory, so some of them aren’t quite the same.  It was fun anyways!  Here are some of the comparisons- our actual wedding day is on the left, and the recreations are on the right:

kiss on the trackslooking awaytracks forward


As we were shooting, a train was in the far distance.  We had taken some pretty awesome photos with the train on our actual wedding day, so we attempted (in our very amateur photographer way) to recreate those.train behind usjumping train

We moved from the train tracks to the church…

churchdipAnyways, not 15 minutes into our mini photo shoot, my brother-in-law texted to let us know that Jedidiah (our baby) was awake.  So we wrapped it up and headed back home.

We also wanted to take a few photos WITH our little guy.  So when we got home, we dressed him in his little suit as well.  This… THIS is what 6 years looks like for us.  We went from a giddy, romantic, deeply in love couple to a giddy, romantic, deeply in love couple WITH our son!  What a wonderful blessing he is!  *of course, he wouldn’t smile in any of the photos we had of us all together… so… we had to work with what we got*

Anyways, we ended up taking a few more shots at Trent’s parents house, where we went to pass the rest of the evening eating pizza and enjoying the hot tub!  Here are some of my absolute faves!

parents yard

And thankfully, we were able to get some good family shots!

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Last, but not least, we added some fun “flair” to the occasion.  I wore my cowgirl boots and Trent rocked his Darth Vader socks.  🙂


What a fun and memorable way to celebrate our anniversary!!!  Six years and counting…

***A special thanks to my sister for helping out so much with this “plan” and for being our impromptu photographer!  We love you!!!***


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Posted by on April 17, 2017 in Uncategorized


Getting rid of weeds

getting rid of weedsSo, it’s pretty much Spring here in Texas (we rarely have much of a “winter”) and so the trees are starting to bud, the flowers are beginning to bloom… and the WEEDS are painstakingly flourishing!

My toddler loves being outside (a boy after his momma’s heart) and so nearly every day, rain or shine, we go outside to play!  One afternoon we were out there and I noticed this big patch of weeds in our flower bed.  Now, normally, I wouldn’t be so bothered by them, but we had these same weeds last year and they were obnoxious!  They were sticky, interconnected and spread… well, like weeds.

Now, I could have just gone for some quick-fix chemical solution, however, my young son and my kitty cat are outside in the yard all the time, which meant, for me, chemicals were NOT an option (Not to mention all the adverse side effects and health problems they can cause).  So for as long as Jedidiah would allow me, I’d sit and pull them up.  By hand.  I worked for a good hour that first day, my son brought me my water bottle and my phone and I only had to stop a few times when he needed help with something.  Anyways, after that first day, I began noticing these weeds EVERYWHERE!  They were all over the yard, in our garden plots, even in our car port.  So, for the rest of that week and these past few weeks, I have been pulling up weeds nearly every day!

I let my mind just wander as I pulled them up.  It was almost… lest I say… relaxing (In the same sense that running can be relaxing).  You can just let your mind be blank, you don’t have to focus on anything major, you can just allow yourself to be lost in your own thoughts.  You can simply quiet your spirit and pray… or in this case, listen.  And here is what I have realized.

Weeds are very much like sin.  God is very much like our gardener.  The yard is very much like our life.  It was as if God spoke to my spirit as I sat there day after day, tending to my yard giving me these illustrations of life.

You see, I didn’t notice the weeds right away.  It took a while, until they were actually quite overgrown, in order for me to take notice.  Sin is very much the same way.  Little sins creep into our lives quite easily and often go unnoticed or undetected until all of a sudden, our “little” sins have grown quite substantially and gotten out of control.

Throughout those days I would spend my afternoons carefully going from section to section in my yard, tackling small chunks at a time.  I tried to be super thorough, getting up as much as I could.  And as soon as I would feel confident with one section, I would move on to the next… except that only a few days later, I would return to those sections that I already weeded and, much to my dismay, they would have those same dang sticky weeds back!  Frustrated, I would stoop down to pull them up.  But, even this, I realized, is very much how sin works in our lives.  We think we’ve eradicated it (in an area or two), and then we try to tackle a different sin… but sometimes it just keeps popping right back up.

Another thing I’ve learned about weeds is that if you don’t pull them up by the root, they will come right back… just like sin.  Sometimes we think we are “handling” our sin, but if our Gardener, by his Holy Spirit, isn’t the one pulling it up by the ROOTS, it isn’t going to disappear from our lives.

I noticed many different kinds of weeds in our yard over the course of these few weeks- sticky weeds, prickly weeds, pretty weeds and tough weeds.  Each of these can also serve as an illustration of sin.

Some weeds, like sin, are “sticky” and interconnected (just like those blasted weeds that were EVERYWHERE), often leading or spring-boarding into other sins.  Often times we get into them without even intending to or sometimes without even realizing it!  Pride can be like this, self-sufficiency, good works (with selfish intentions), lies, etc.  Sometimes they can even take the form of “good” things that we get into but that slowly take priority in our lives and “spread” in influence, taking the place of our relationship with our creator.

sticky weeds

Some sins, like the prickly weeds, are obvious and we know that we should stay away from them because they can obviously hurt us or others.  These could be things like addiction, pornography, infidelity, murder, stealing, etc.

Others, like the pretty flowering weeds, look appealing and attractive, but still take over our lives and bring death in the end.  Money, power, sex, lust, partying, etc. would be examples of these. pretty weeds

Some are shallow and easy to pull up- they are obvious and easy to reach… and then there are the tough weeds have the deepest roots and these are the HARDEST ones to pull up!  I actually have callouses on my finger from pulling up so many of them!  These are those deeply-rooted sins in our lives, sometimes going back even to our childhood.  These are the sins that may have developed into strongholds in our lives.  These are the ones that the gardener has to take special caution with and that are much harder to deal with.  They can also be painful to pull up (Yes, I was pulling all these weeds without gloves on… ouch.  Lesson learned.)

But the best thing that he showed me is this.  After I would pull the weeds up, I’d put them in piles all over our yard- on the sidewalk, on our stepping stones, on the lawn chairs, on our yard swing… anywhere but on the ground where I feared they would take root once again!  After just a day in the sun, they were dried up and posed no greater threat.  They were DEAD.  In the same way, in the light of God’s son, Yahushua HaMashiach (Jesus), sin CANNOT live.  Righteousness has already been imparted to us through HIS finished work on the cross.  And being in his very presence causes sin to die in our lives as we continue to die to ourselves and live in obedience to him.  Being in the Son’s presence makes everything else just simply fade away.  Nothing but his love remains.  Hallelujah!  Now THAT is some good news!

I’m so thankful that we have a Gardener who is much more patient than I am.  A Gardener who wants the best for his children, a Gardener who takes time to gently prune and tenderly uproot the undesirable things in our lives.  One who wants us to flourish and grow in faith and be BEAUTIFUL from the inside out, always pointing to His glory!  YHWH slowly sanctifies us, weeding out the bad, and allows us to produce the fruits of the Spirit so that when others look at us, they see the glory of HIM!

What needs to be uprooted in YOUR life?


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Posted by on March 9, 2017 in Uncategorized


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The Logsdon’s annual newsletter- 2016

So… as a disclaimer, this post has been WRITTEN since before the new year… BUT, being the busy little bee that I am, I completely forgot about it and had a few little revisions to make, so I am just now posting it!

I can’t believe that 2016 has already come and gone!  In some ways it has gone so fast, and in others, it has been slow.  We had a year packed with milestones, fun and laughter, travel, and time spent with family and friends.  It only seems right to look back on what this year held for us as we begin the new year!

If you’ve been keeping up with our monthly updates on Jedidiah, then you probably already know about our year, but here is a recap.

Our year began with new additions!  Both Trent’s sister Katey and my sister Christie had baby girls in January.  We are thrilled to have babies so close in age!  Katey, of course, lives in San Antonio, so we were able to meet her daughter Audra right away.  We had to wait a little bit longer before we got to meet Miss Evelyn.

In February, after living in China for two years, we kept with tradition and ushered in the Chinese new year with some photos and festivities.  We attended the Asian Festival in San Antonio with some friends who have a baby a little bit older than Jedidiah and then we hosted a Chinese New Year’s party at our house.  It was a lot of fun ushering in the year of the monkey with our little monkey!

March was a busy month!  We opened up our home for a visit from my siblings and their significant others early in the month.  They all flew down from Minnesota and stayed with us for 5 days.  We finally got to meet our new niece, Evie and we had a wonderful time with my brother and sisters and the whole family!


In April, Jedidiah started taking swimming lessons and he absolutely LOVED them!!!  He’s such a water baby.  In May, he was dedicated at our church- on Mother’s Day.  What a special memory to cherish!

In June we helped daddy pack up his classroom as he wrapped up his year being a teacher for a self-contained unit at Windcrest Elementary.  Shortly thereafter, he got hired on to teach at IDEA Judson, IDEA’s newest campus, in the fall.  We were very thankful for the switch!  Even though the year began very tough at IDEA, Trent is now happy in his roles as a special education teacher and RTI coordinator.  IDEA is one of the fastest growing and most successful schools in Texas!

July held our annual summer visit to Minnesota to see my family.  This was our first visit since Jedidiah was just one month old.  It was fun for his grandparents, aunties, uncles, cousin and great grandparents to see him!  We flew up at the end of the month and stayed through the first week of August, which is our family’s annual weekly time share at Breezy Point Resort.  Jedidiah loved the sand and the lake and even took his first steps while we were there!  We were also able to attend our niece’s baptism and a benefit for my dear friend Terri, who passed away from Gastrointestinal Stromal Tumor 5 years ago.

We went on lots of fun outings as a family- to parks, to the zoo, to The Witte museum, the Riverwalk, a Spurs game, the rodeo, SciFest, the South Maize Festival, Six Flags, we celebrated Fiesta (A San Antonio holiday), went to a few weddings and to MANY birthday parties!

We traveled to Austin several times, as well as to Houston, Dallas/Fort Worth area, Corpus Christi, and Minnesota!  We had the chance to meet up with many friends all over the country and all over the world!!!

In November we celebrated Jedidiah’s FIRST birthday!  It’s been so much fun to watch our son learn and grow this year!  He brings us so much joy!!!  Our home has been full of laughter, smiles and the pitter-patter of small feet! We have been so blessed by him this past year!



Trent, Jedidiah and I are still very active at Revolution Church, which has been our church home for 4 and a half years now.  Trent and I have been greeting there since Jedidiah was a baby, we also serve as prayer partners and small group leaders.  Angie helps with Rev Admin and also helped lead Financial Peace University this fall.

Angie began the year as a stay-at-home mom, but started adding tasks as the year went on.  She gave private Spanish lessons during the spring semester and then started her role as a health and fitness coach with Beachbody in June.  She loves her new role and it has become more than just a job for her, it has really become her platform for ministry.  It allows her to pour into others, encouraging and empowering them and is so relationship- based that it has allowed her to reconnect with lots of old friends!


She also helped her good friend Abby run a science camp this summer.  She, Trent and Jedi walked for team “I heart Hallie” in the annual Walk for MS, she ran the Warrior Dash with her good friend Katie and her brother Derek while they were home this summer, and she ran the Chosen half-marathon in November, on her original due date for Jedidiah.

She and Jedidiah started attending a play group with two other moms that they met in their birthing class.  It’s been fun to see them (post-pregnancy) and watch our kids grow up together!

The year ended with another visit to Minnesota, this time with Jedidiah being 6 months older and now very mobile!  He enjoyed playing with his cousin, Evie, and we really treasured the time we had to spend with family and friends that we don’t get to see very often.


Jedidiah had his first REAL experience with snow, and quite frankly, he didn’t know what to make of it.  I think he much prefers the green grass that we have in Texas to this cold, wet, white stuff!

He was also able to spend some quality time with his great-grandparents!


We wish you all the best in 2017!  Blessings!


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Posted by on February 5, 2017 in Uncategorized


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Christmas Un-wrapped


‘Tis the season for beautiful lights, decorations and merriment!  Christmas is one of my favorite times of year, it can be said that it really is “the most wonderful time of the year.”  I love everything about it…the advent calendar, the beautifully lit Christmas tree, the light displays, wreaths, the fresh smell of pine, hot cocoa, Christmas music, stockings hung, pretty presents under the tree, the nativity scene, and of course, the birth of Jesus.  After all, that’s what Christmas is all about, Charlie Brown… or is it?

The truth is that despite my deeply rooted emotional attachments and many happy memories of Christmas, none of these things are happening this year in the Logsdon household.  And it’s by choice.  Say whaaa???  Yes, you read it right, despite the fact that this will be a highly unpopular view, and despite the fact that I will probably catch a lot of flack for my choice (and probably mostly from other Christians), I am choosing not to participate in Christmas.

No wreaths, no stockings, no Christmas tree, no Christmas books, movies, music… nothing.


I’m sure your wondering minds are asking, “why such a drastic choice? She seemed so normal…”  Why leave Christmas behind?  What the heck is she smoking?!?

I really wrestled with whether or not to write this post, mostly because I know that most people will think I’m some whackadoodle, but I’m doing it anyways.  If I’ve learned anything at all over the past 31 years, it’s that the fear of God is more important than the fear of man, that obedience is better than sacrifice, and that those who earnestly seek after God and truth will find it (whether it fits into their paradigm or not).

Here’s the deal.  I LOVED Christmas (past tense).  But I’ve learned some things that I just can’t unlearn.  It’s like when Neo took the red pill in The Matrix and all of a sudden his eyes were opened… it’s kind of like that.  This realization and decision has been a slow, prayerful one, not one that I just jumped into haphazardly.  It’s something I’ve researched, studied, prayed over, and asked for discernment about.  And I’ve come to this uncomfortable conclusion… Christmas is NOT about Christ (at least not the one that I profess).

Let me explain.

Christmas has nothing to do with Yeshua (who most call Jesus).  Most Christmas traditions existed long before Yeshua ever walked the earth.  The apostles and other early believers did not celebrate it nor are we commanded anywhere in scripture to do so. In fact, early Christians banned against Christmas with such fervor that it was actually illegal to celebrate Christmas until 1856 when legislation finally gave in and made Christmas a legal holiday.  Why such opposition to such a “harmless” holiday?

Well, Christmas never had anything to do with Yeshua until we put him there.  That’s right, the Catholic church, together with Constantine, “Christianized” the pagan holidays celebrated around the time of the winter solstice and inserted “Christ” into them (I’ll get into the harm of that later in this post).  Constantine was trying to maintain the peace by uniting pagan traditions with those of the relatively new movement called “The Way” (later called “Christianity”).  There were already many traditions in place surrounding the winter solstice, including Saturnalia– a festival of drunken revelry and orgies.  It was also the birthday of many other gods, and who I (and many others) would consider the very first Anti-Christ figure, Nimrod.  They ALL celebrated their birthdays on December 25th.  We KNOW that Jesus was in fact NOT born on December 25th, but was born in September, sometime during the Feast of Trumpets (because we know when John the Baptist was born and we know that they were 6 months apart), yet they have chosen a date associated with all sorts of “pagan” gods to celebrate our savior’s birth???

While some may say, “who cares which day we choose?” or that “God knows my heart,” do you think he is honored by our actions?  If you celebrate Christmas, I don’t think that it will affect your salvation, but when you love someone (YHWH and Yeshua), you want to honor them and this just doesn’t seem very honoring to me!  That’s like me celebrating my anniversary with my husband on an ex-boyfriend’s birthday.  Nimrod, also known as Baal celebrates his birthday on the 25th… there’s nothing like saying “It’s okay, Jesus, we celebrate you on your arch-nemesis’ birthday!”  Yeah… happy birthday Jesus…

Here is a photo of all the gods that celebrate a Dec. 25th birthday (note- Yeshua should not be among them).  Also, not listed are Quetzalcoatl of the Aztecs and Nimrod (who is known by many of the below names).


So what’s the danger in “Christianizing” pagan things?  Doesn’t that make them better, or somehow more acceptable or less abhorrent to God? I just finished reading my Bible, cover-to-cover, somewhere between 10-15 times (I’ve lost count) and I have learned a thing or two about doing things “our” way.  Here are a few verses that I think speak to that very point.

Deuteronomy 12:4- “You must not worship the Lord your God in their way.” (their= pagan nations)

Deuteronomy 12:30-31- “be careful not to be ensnared by inquiring about their gods, saying, “How do these nations serve their gods? We will do the same.” You must not worship the Lord your God in their way, because in worshiping their gods, they do all kinds of detestable things the Lord hates. They even burn their sons and daughters in the fire as sacrifices to their gods.”

Jeremiah 10:2- “This is what the Lord says: “Do not learn the ways of the nations…” (in other versions nations= heathen)

Mark 7:9- “And he continued, “You have a fine way of setting aside the commands of God in order to observe your own traditions!”

Amos 5:21-23- “I hate, I despise your religious festivals; your assemblies are a stench to meEven though you bring me burnt offerings and grain offerings, I will not accept them.  Though you bring choice fellowship offerings, I will have no regard for them.
Away with the noise of your songs!  I will not listen to the music of your harps.

Doing things their own way and not being obedient to God’s commandments made for some pretty rough times… like wandering in the desert for 40 years.

The heart of this matter goes all the way back to Cain and Abel.  God accepted Abel’s offering because it was offered in the prescribed way.  Cain tried to do his own thing and his offering was rejected by God.  It led him to jealousy and murder.  A little while later, the Israelites were waiting for Moses to come down from the mountain and when he took longer than expected, they decided to make a golden calf to serve in his place, as an intermediary between God and man.  They decided to have a big festival in YHWH’s honor and create their own “holy day”… God was not a fan.  A huge plague followed and many lives were lost.  The Israelites were told not to assimilate with the nations, yet they ended up worshipping Baal (another name for Nimrod) and the “Queen of Heaven” (Isis).  Time after time they were led astray by pagan practices, yet we “Christians” embrace them without once thinking about where they come from.

For example, Santa Clause.  People say that it began with St. Nicholas, but it really began far earlier.  It was really modeled after Wodan/Odin who could be traced back to Adan of Babylon (Nimrod).  He was called a “mighty hunter” (same as Nimrod) and was said to fly in the night sky dragging his chained, furry, black-faced, horned slave behind him (where we get the idea of the reindeer who pull Santa’s sleigh).

Tony van Renterghem writes in When Santa Was a Shaman: The Ancient Origins of Santa Claus & the Christmas Tree:

“In Holland and several other European countries, the Saint Nicholas figure is still highly esteemed. He appears as a tall, dignified, bearded, white-haired old man, dressed as a Catholic bishop, complete with cloak, mitre, and pastoral staff, a seemingly genuine Catholic saint, but with a bizarre, quite unsaintly habit of riding through the skies on a white horse, followed by his Dark Helper. It seems that our Catholic saint inherited some of these customs from the pagan god Wodan, who had also been a BEARDED, WHITE-HAIRED OLD MAN, also dressed in a hat and cloak, carried a staff (or spear), rode a white horse, and dragged along the same dark slave/helper on a chain” (p. 97).

Look at this picture of Nimrod and Santa Clause… note the beard, the Christmas tree and the reindeer.


Do I really want to promote this idea of a dark guy who flies the night sky with his slave to innocent children?  The whole story of Santa is based on lying to your kid, which I want no part of. And not only does he promote works-based righteousness, but at the risk of sounding a bit extreme, Santa Clause can be easily changed into Satan’s claws…

Furthermore, According to Langer’s Encyclopedia of World History, (article “Santa”), “Santa” was a common name for Nimrod (or Baal, the sun god) throughout Asia Minor. This was also the same fire god who came down the chimneys of the ancient pagans and the same fire god to whom infants were burned and eaten in human sacrifice among those who were once God’s people. Uh, no thank you.

Well, what about Christmas trees?  I have to confess, this was one of the hardest things for me to give up.  There’s nothing I love more than to sit by the light of the tree, reading a good book or drinking a hot cup of cocoa… but what does it really represent?  A penis.  Yep… the phallic symbol of Nimrod (the one part of his body that was said to never have been found).  “An old Babylonish fable told of an evergreen tree which sprang out of a dead tree stump. The old stump symbolized the dead Nimrod, the new evergreen tree symbolized that Nimrod had come to life again in Tammuz! Among the Druids the oak was sacred, among the Egyptians it was the palm, and in Rome it was the fir, which was decorated with red berries during the Saturnalia!” (Walsh, Curiosities of Popular Customs, p. 242).  Here is some other disturbing stuff I found…

Attis (one of the “gods” listed in the above picture of December 25th birthdays) died by bleeding to death under a pine tree, after castrating himself in a madness. Every spring, his death was mourned until he was resurrected by his mother Astarte (immediately following the winter solstice). Thus follows that pious male followers of Cybele castrated themselves, holding up their bloody organs to the heavens to make themselves eligible for the priesthood.  Uh… gross

“In the Northern hemisphere, the shortest day and longest night of the year falls on December 21 or December 22 and is called the winter solstice. Many ancient people believed that the sun was a god and that winter came every year because the sun god had become sick and weak. They celebrated the solstice because it  meant that at last the sun god would begin to get well. Evergreen boughs reminded them of all the green plants that all the green plants would grow again when the sun god was strong and summer would return” (

The evergreen and the fir tree were also seen as symbols of fertility and were worshipped as such.  These trees were used during Saturnalia and were adorned with ornaments which were  symbols of the sun (as worship to the sun god).  The whole thing represents the rebirth of the anti-Christ, Nimrod.  This practice was around during the old testament and there is a direct scripture that tells us not to partake in it: Jeremiah 10:1-4.

“Hear what the Lord says to you, people of Israel.  This is what the Lord says:

Do not learn the ways of the nations
    or be terrified by signs in the heavens,
    though the nations are terrified by them.
 For the practices of the peoples are worthless;
    they cut a tree out of the forest,
    and a craftsman shapes it with his chisel.
They adorn it with silver and gold;
    they fasten it with hammer and nails
    so it will not totter.”

After learning all of this, I don’t think I could look at a Christmas tree the same again…

What about other Christmas traditions?

Holly- This is a symbol of fertility, the pricking leaves being a sign of the male organ (Again!?!  So many penises…).  Also in order to get the berries, you need both male and female holly plants.

Mistletoe- this has long been a symbol of the sun (again sun-worship aka Baal/Nimrod worship).  It is also an aphrodisiac, and was used in the festival Saturnalia as the starting place to kiss before things escalated into an all-out orgy.

Yule log

In Northern Europe, Winter festivities were once considered to be a Feast of the Dead, completeyule log with ceremonies full of spirits, devils, and the haunting presence of the Norse god, Odin, and his night riders. One particularly durable Solstice festival was “Jol” (also known as “Jule” and pronounced “Yule”), a feast celebrated throughout Northern Europe and particularly in Scandinavia to honor Jolnir, another name for Odin. Since Odin was the god of intoxicating drink and ecstasy, as well as the god of death, Yule customs varied greatly from region to region. Odin’s sacrificial beer became the specially blessed Christmas ale mentioned in medieval lore, and fresh food and drink were left on tables after Christmas feasts to feed the roaming Yuletide ghosts. Even the bonfires of former ancient times survived in the tradition of the Yule Log, perhaps the most universal of all Christmas symbols.

the origin of Yule is associated with an ancient Scandinavian fertility god and that the large, single Log is representative of a phallic idol. Tradition states that this Log was required to burn for twelve days and a different sacrifice to the fertility god had to be offered in the fire on each of those twelve days. (

Also, “The original “sun log” came to be called the yule log. “Yule” simply means “wheel,” which has long been a pagan representation of the sun. No wonder people today commonly speak of the “sacred yule-tide season.” (

Gift giving– The Bibliotheca Sacra states, “The interchange of presents between friends is a like characteristic of Christmas and the Saturnalia, and must have been adopted by Christians from the pagans, as the admonition of Tertullian plainly shows” (Vol. 12, pp. 153-155).

You can do your own research and find many, many more resources that will reaffirm the things I just said.  Why should we look into this?  Well, the Bible commands us to Test everything, hold fast to what is good.” (1 Thessalonians 5:21)  And why should we care about truth anyways?  YHWH wants worshippers who will worship him in spirit and in truth! (John 4:23)

So, what does this look like for me?  Well, I’m still really trying to figure that out.  We don’t have any decorations up, except for our nativity scene and some special ornaments that we’ve hung from our blinds.  We haven’t sent out Christmas cards.  We’ve already taken photos with Santa this year, so it’s too late to boycott that. As far as family goes, we will still gather on Christmas, but the sentiment won’t be the same. We have already bought presents for most everyone, so we will still give gifts (at least this year, not in the future).  We’ve already received many gifts, cards, and cookies from people who love us and whose heart is in the right place.  We still thank you and are honored that you were thinking of us.  Baking?  Holiday parties?  I have no idea, I’m still trying to sort out all of the details, but one thing remains clear to me: my God is not honored by our celebration of Christmas (or Easter, for that matter) and honoring him is the most important thing to me.

Am I worried about what people will think of me?  Yes and no.  Like I said earlier, I am more concerned with what God thinks of me than what others think of me.  But am I human?  Do I want others to like me?  Of course!  Do I want people to think I’ve gone off the deep end?  No!  But at the end of the day, I answer to YHWH.  I am following in obedience out of conviction, not guilt (which is how I know it is from the Spirit).  Am I worried how this will affect my relationships with those closest to me?  Yes!  I worry about how my husband, my family and my friends will view me.  My pastor said it well once- he said that it is so hard to talk about the things that matter most to the people who matter to us the most because we care so deeply about what they think of us.  But at the same time, the spirit keeps putting on my heart Romans 12:2: Do not be conformed to the ways of the world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind” (renewing of the mind only comes from being in the Word).  So as much as this decision will inconvenience those around me who DO want to continue to celebrate Christmas, I have to follow God, not man.  The Bible says that, “Anyone who loves his father or mother more than me is not worthy of me; anyone who loves his son or daughter  more than me is not worthy of me; and anyone who does not take his cross and follow me is not worthy of me.  Whoever finds his life will lose it, and whoever loses his life for my sake will find it.”  (Matthew 10:37-39)  I LOVE Christmas, but I love my Jesus more, and to give it up is a small sacrifice in the light of eternity.

Some may say that in making this decision, I am depriving my son of precious childhood memories (Believing in Santa, the excitement of Christmas morning, presents, etc.).  The Bible tells us “Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your strength. These commandments that I give you today are to be on your hearts. Impress them on your children…”  If I’m impressing anything on my child, I want it to be God’s laws and commandments, not the traditions of man.

Before I sign off, I want to clarify my heart for sharing this.  I’m certainly not judging anyone who celebrates Christmas.  I think that much of what we do is out of ignorance over what it’s based on, and I think our enemy (Satan) has done a fantastic job of lulling us into these warm and fuzzy feelings about this particular holiday.  Do I think I’m better than anyone else because I am doing this?  Not at all.  I just know that when I was confronted with these truths, I had to have a “come to Jesus moment.” This was a HARD choice.  Do I think this topic is a “salvation” issue?  No, but I do think it’s a “heart and obedience” issue, which is why I’m pursuing it.  I want to know my savior deeper and love him with ALL my heart, soul, strength and mind. And before you write me off as being legalistic, I want you to know that I’ve prayed over this, asked for discernment and prayed for boldness to follow YHWH’s leading on this subject.  What has remained is a strong conviction that I need to share the truth with my fellow brothers and sisters in Christ and leave Christmas behind.  What you do with it is up to you.

“Choose for yourselves this day whom you will serve, whether the gods your ancestors served beyond the Euphrates, or the gods of the Amorites, in whose land you are living. But as for me and my household, we will serve YHWH.” (Joshua 24:15)

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A day in the life…

A Day in the life…

So if any of you have ever wondered what in the world a stay-at-home-mom does all day, this post is a small glimpse into that thing I call “daily life.”  This post was inspired by one of my best friends.  I was telling her how I feel like I have no time to get things done during the day, and she had commented that she wished that she could be a fly on the wall just to see what my days are like.  Well, wonder no more!  Thanks for the inspiration Cat! At least now when I wonder how I didn’t get anything accomplished, I can know (in detail)!   In fact, after writing this post, I’m thinking I may do a whole series of them!

8:27 a.m.– The baby wakes up.  Today was a good day!!! Although he went to bed late last night, he’s usually awake by 6:30 or 7, so this feels like a major SCORE!  I go get him out of his crib and nurse him on the couch while trying to catch up on my Facebook notifications from last night. Jedidiah finishes nursing, gets down and starts to play.

8:42 a.m.- Jedidiah wants his ball but we can’t find his ball.  He’s got HUNDREDS of balls but only three fit in his play table, somehow we can’t find any of these (Go figure). We both look for it for a few minutes. While I’m down on the floor looking under the couches, he jumps on top of me and “tackles” me. We play on the floor for a minute and Jedi laughs and giggles.  Then he finds a different ball and shows me where he found it. I proceed to tell him that that particular ball is too big for the play table. I hand him  a different light- up ball that he chases around the house for a few minutes.

8:47 a.m.- I need to change his diaper, so we go into his bedroom and buckle down for diaper change number 1.  He wants to strip off his pajamas so we take them off.  Clothing is optional at home during the day.

8:50 a.m.-We then go back out to the living room.  Jedidiah finds his little slippers, gifted to us by our ayi (our maid, God bless her soul) when we were in China.  He sits in my lap as I put them on.  He pulls off one of the dragon’s “whiskers” and hands it to me.  Then gets down, walks off and comes back with a “whisker” from his room that he’d pulled off yesterday (Lord knows where he found it… I can’t even believe he remembered that it existed!).  He then proceeds to pick out the rest of the “whiskers” and tries to put them back on the slippers in before handing them to me.  I explain that I cannot put them back on either.  Our dragons now look a little less fierce.

8:55 a.m.- He realizes that he wants to eat REAL food, so I put him in his high chair and asked him what he he wanted.  This morning he wanted a banana.  I cut up his banana, gave it to him to eat and sat down.

9:00 a.m.-I see the cookies that I made yesterday sitting on the counter and decide to snap a picture for a Facebook or blog post that I’ll probably never get around to writing…


9:01 a.m.- I make my own breakfast.  Today’s menu consists of a bowl of granola- dry because I was out of almond milk.

9:05 a.m.- Jedediah throws his last chunk of banana. We don’t throw food and he knows it!  Jedidiah needs a consequence.  At our house, his consequence is being put in his crib and waiting there for a few minutes to “think about” what he just did (and cry).

9:07 a.m.- Mommy goes in and talk to Jedi about not throwing food (again). We change his diaper and take off his pajamas, then come out and I make him pick up the banana off the ground and throw it away.

9:10 a.m.- Mommy sits back down at the table to try to finish her breakfast.  However, Jedediah is trying to climb in her lap and is yanking at her shirt again, saying… “ate, ate!” (Eat, eat).  I latch him on in the hopes that I can finish my breakfast in peace. He wants to get down but only a few moments later… Jedidiah, what do you want!?!  He wanders off.  Ahhhh, peace… Oh, wait…  Uh-oh, its gotten far too quiet… Mommy wonders where he is and what he’s gotten into.

9:12 a.m.- Mommy goes back to look for him. He’s not in the bathroom (which is a good thing- I forgot to close the door), then proceeds to close the bathroom door. I quickly glanced in his bedroom and the office before finding him cutely playing on the pillows in our room. I stay with him a moment and then he cutely lays on a pile of soft clothes in the closet. I decide that the moment is “picture worthy” so I rush to the front room to get my camera. I grab my camera and quietly walk back hoping he’s still in the same adorable position. I get there and he’s not.  He’s gone to the pillows again. But he’s so cute! I try to snap a picture but forget that the flash isn’t on, so it’s blurry (dangit). I lay down with him on the pillows and we play together for a moment.  I snap one decent picture.

9:28 a.m.- Then he goes to the office where we’ve “banished” his ride-on toys (because scooterhe keeps standing on top of them). He climbs on (correctly) and I watch him closely. I still have the camera, so I take a few more pics.

Then he tries to climb on top of it but I catch him before he stands up. We get off of it and I try to get him to leave the room (so that I can shut the door and keep him away from said toys). He instead proceeds to start climbing on daddy’s guitar amp. I told him “no” and “stop” but he kept going, and sure enough, he toppled over the top and got stuck. Time for consequence number 2.

9:35 a.m.- He screams in the crib for two minutes.

9:37 a.m.- I go in to get him and we talk about the importance of listening and obeying, when mommy says “no” or “stop.” We review how it’s my job as his mommy to keep him safe! I hug him and tell him that I love him. He clings to me.

9:42 a.m.- Nearly an hour after I began eating, I go back out and try to FINISH my breakfast. I finally finish!  Hallelujah… something accomplished today!

9:45 a.m.- Jedidiah finds the ball we spent the early morning searching for (where he found it, I have NO clue). He plays independently for a moment and I sit and begin to write this. I notice that he’s squatting in the corner- I can tell that he’s pooping.  Note to self- when he’s done, change him.  Then he starts playing with the electrical plug where my computer is plugged in.  I tell him again, “No Jedediah.” He continues to play with it. I tell him again, “Jedidiah, listen to Mommy. Mommy said no.” He chooses not to listen or obey. Time for consequence number 3.  This morning is off to a sure-fire start…

9:47 a.m.- I put him in his crib again… and he cries again.

9:49 a.m.- I go back in and we have another conversation about how he needs to listen and obey and how my job is to keep him safe and I love him too much to let him get hurt. I hug him and try to put him down he clings to me again.

9:50 a.m.- My nose reminds me that he pooped a few minutes ago and I say to him, “Okay let’s change your poopies!”  He cries as I lay him down on the changing table and squirms and squirms and fights and fights. So I pick him back up and we cuddle for a moment. I tell him again, “I love you. I’m not mad at you but you need to listen. I love you too much to let something happen to you.” Then again I say, “Let’s change your poopies.” I laid him down on the changing table for a second time and I begin my poopy diaper chant that goes something like this- “We don’t want no poopies, no we don’t, no we don’t.  We don’t want no poopies, no we don’t, no we don’t” (Original, I know…). Finally he sits still long enough for me to change him.  I try to take his diaper off and wipe his bum and then he fights and squirms, so I play with his toesies. We play for a few minutes and then I get a new one on and diaper number 2 is done for the day!  Now he’s a happy boy. As he’s finishing up, Jedidiah finds his pajamas that we’d taken off earlier (still in the same place we’d left them) and tries to throw them off the changing table. He tried multiple times and they fell in the exact same place each time. They weren’t even close to going off the changing table!  Mommy thinks this is entertaining so she allows him to keep going. Then he gets it closer to the edge, so I helped him get them and finally throw them down onto the floor, where he wanted so desperately to get them. I get him down and he throws his own diaper in the pail which he likes to do. Then he finally goes and plays independently.

9:57 a.m.- Jedidiah is walking up and down the hallway. He goes back to his high chair and points up and says, “ate, ate, ate” (eat, eat, eat). I can’t believe he’s hungry again!  Keeping this kid fed is a full-time job!!!  He continues to clamor at the high chair so I put him in and choose baby food for him.  Today is “guava, pear and strawberry.” I don’t particularly like feeding him baby food and much prefer the pouches so that he can eat it by himself, but today we are out of pouches so… baby food it is. I feed him a few bites and he wants to try and feed himself, but this particular baby food is too runny and it’s going to make a big mess. So Mama resumes control over the spoon. Even with me in control I spill some on his tray. He immediately proceeds to play with it with his finger and tries to pick it up and put it back on his spoon. Then he dips his finger in the puddle and feeds mama. I continue to feed him until he takes the spoon again and dumps a puddle on his tray that he can smear around. I let him because, quite frankly it distracts him and lets me feed him.  Otherwise he just wants to feed himself and it’s such a mess!

10:07 a.m.- We finish eating and I begin to clean him up. I wipe his hands, he wipes his tray and I wipe his mouth. Then I get him out and he takes his spoon to the sink. I always make him bring his spoon/fork/plate/bowl to the sink. He throws it in there, but for now it’s better than nothing. We will work on gently placing them in there later.

10:16 a.m. Mommy finally takes a bathroom break!!! I can hear Jedediah playing with his scooter and I’m praying that he’s not climbing on it. I can hear his little feet shuffling so I think not. I finish quickly and come back out. He is playing nicely on his scooter. Whew!backwards

10:18 a.m.- He tries to climb on top of it again. Mommy says “stop” and he stops! VICTORY!  He pushes it down the hallway instead. Then goes to the back door and says “out!” I tell him not yet. We have to wait until after his rest (nap).

10:22 a.m.- I remember I need to put the laundry in the dryer, so I quickly do so.  While the laundry room is open, Jedidiah sees the fly swatter, which for some strange reason, he loves (don’t worry, we disinfect it).  He runs around the house with it for a few minutes.


10:22 a.m.- He’s back to the scooter in the office. He begins to play the guitar and I let him play for a few minutes then he moves back to his bedroom.


10:25 a.m.- Jedidiah proceeds to go through all the clothes that I just folded (but didn’t quite get to putting away) and strews them about.  Since that didn’t make enough of a mess, he then goes to pull out books from his bookshelf.  He backs his little butt up and sits on my lap for approximately 1 second and then goes off to get another book until we have more books on the floor than we do on the bookshelf (well, maybe not quite…).


10:28 a.m.- He then gets distracted by the pajamas he threw off the changing table earlier and proceeds to try and put them in the diaper pail.  I tell him that that’s not where they go and I show him the hamper where his dirty clothes are supposed to go. Once he realizes that that’s where the clothes go, he then grabs all of his new clean clothes that are still on the floor and puts them in with the dirty ones (THAT will teach me not to put the laundry away immediately).

10:30 a.m.- I pick out an outfit for him to wear and begin to get him dressed.  I put Frankincense on him and then, half-dressed, he takes the bottle and looks like he’s going to put it back on the shelf where it belongs… I’m thinking, “Good job kiddo!”… which quickly turned into, “Nope…”  Ha!  Gotcha mom!  It is now half-way across the room in a place that I will probably never find it again if I don’t move it back to it’s place right now.




10:35 a.m.- It’s time to clean up and take a rest break for Mommy! I let him turn on his fan and he gives me kisses. Then I put him down.

10:38 a.m.- FREEDOM!!!!!!!  I immediately think to myself, “Dang, why didn’t I already get dressed so I could just jump right into my workout!?!”  I then think of 1,037,896,583 other things I also need to get done.  Message Billie, respond to Cat, post pictures from yesterday, send small group invite, wash the dishes, put the clothes in the dryer, etc, etc, etc.  I check my phone and realize I have two video messages.  I watch and respond to both.  As I do, I realize that I look like a hot mess.  I literally look like I just rolled out of bed- still in my jammies, no bra, my hair was all over the place, no makeup… I think to myself… oh, well, this is life.  If they’re really my friends, they’ll love me regardless (sorry guys).

10:43 a.m.- I get dressed and put on deodorant when I realize that my armpit hair is nearly long enough to braid…shame. When is the last time I showered???  Eesh.  Frazzled, I look for my workout calendar.  I can’t find it (of course) . The chances of me getting this workout done during this nap are beginning to look dismal. I find the calendar- today’s workout is 47 minutes long…NOOOOOOOOO.  I get the DVD set up and get ready to work!


10:45 a.m.- I finally start my workout.

10:50 a.m.- Jedidiah cries. Nooooooo, he can’t be awake already!!! He quiets and then cries again.

10:53 a.m.- Jedi cries again.  I pray, “please let him go back to sleep!”  He does.

11:39 a.m.- Jedidiah wakes up and I’ve nearly completed my workout.  Just a few more minutes of cool down!  Success #2!!!  I take a selfie of myself post-workout with him for my challenge group post.


AND… that’s where I will leave you.  A cliff-hanger, I know… 😉  Stay tuned for more stay-at-home-mom posts!

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Posted by on December 15, 2016 in Uncategorized


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A (not-so) “smash cake”


So, I don’t know if you’ve heard of this trend called “smash cakes” but basically, on a child’s first birthday, you get them a special small cake and just let them go to town on it!

We had seen many of our friends do this with their little ones and decided that since Jedidiah’s first birthday was in the middle of the week and we weren’t doing anything special otherwise to celebrate it (until his birthday party that weekend), that we would get in on this “smash cake” business.

Now I’m pretty picky about what I give Jedidiah to eat.  I am a fierce advocate of healthy foods and I really believe that what we put in our bodies directly affects how our bodies function.  That being said, Jedidiah really hasn’t had any sugar (except for what’s naturally found in fruits) up until this point.  So I didn’t want to go and ruin that to give him an entire cake on his first birthday.  Thankfully, many other like-minded momma’s have gone before me.  I found a good, healthy smash cake recipe online and I got right to work baking it!  Of course, as a busy mom, I didn’t have loads of time to do this, so of course, Monday night, I’m scrambling to get the cake baked so that I can frost it the next day and have it ready for him that evening.

After I finished my workout, I donned my baking apron and got to work.  The recipe was simple and called for real ingredients!



  • 4 or 5 ripe bananas
  • 1/2 cup natural no sugar added applesauce
  • 3 Tbsp. coconut oil (melted)
  • 3 teaspoons vanilla extract
  • 1 teaspoon baking soda
  • 3/4 cups whole wheat flour
  • 3/4 cup oat flour (grind rolled oats in blender, then measure)
  • 1 teaspoon cinnamon


  1. Mash the bananas in a medium bowl.


2. In a separate large bowl, mix the flours, baking soda, and cinnamon together.


3. Add the mashed bananas, applesauce, coconut oil, and vanilla to the flour mixture. Mix just until incorporated.

4. Coat your two 8 or 9″round pans with oil.

5. Spread the batter into the bottom of the pans.  (I only had one pan, so I had to do two rounds)batter

6. Bake at 375° for 15-20 minutes.  Check with a toothpick for doneness.


7. Cool the cakes before frosting.  If you used the 8″ or 9″ pan, then use an overturned smaller bowl to cut out small cake rounds.

Well, I had seen on another blog that you could cut up banana slices (in case you didn’t already use enough bananas) to add a little more height to the cake between layers… I don’t know that I would recommend this as it made for a harder time frosting it, and it didn’t really add that much more height.  Here it is pre-frosting.


I let the cakes cool and then put them in the fridge so that they’d be ready to frost the next day.

Of course, the next morning as I pulled up the recipe to make the frosting, I realized that I didn’t have enough cream cheese. So I ran to HEB that morning and returned, ready to whip up the frosting and have everything ready!  I had set out the other container of cream cheese that I’d bought and the apple juice while I shopped so that they would both be soft when I returned.  Anyways, when I got Jedidiah down for his nap, I decided to get after it… EXCEPT I didn’t read the recipe closely enough and put in the entire can of apple juice concentrate (instead of the half cup it called for).  I didn’t realize this until I had already added all the other ingredients and it was just far too runny.  I couldn’t figure it out… and then I looked back at the recipe and did a major hand-slap to the forehead.  Geesh!!!  Total mommy brain!  SO I had to go back to the store a second time that day to re-purchase all of the ingredients that I WASTED because I wasn’t paying enough attention (that’s what you get when you try to rush things and get them done during nap time).  Anyways, this time I READ the recipe and actually FOLLOWED it!  The frosting turned out much better the second time around.  Here is the recipe that I used.

Cake Frosting

  • 1 cup (8 oz.) cream cheese
  • 1/2 cup no sugar added apple juice concentrate
  • 2 teaspoons pure vanilla extract

Anyways, finally the cake was frosted and ready to go!  I had made a banner for his party that we got to use during his cake smash as well.  We hung that and a few other decorations, threw in a few balloons, and we were ready to go!


We set our bubba down next to that cake and firmly expected him to go to town!  He is a HUGE eater so we figured that he would devour this cake… much to the contrary, we had to force him to touch it!  He began curiously pulling the number 1 candle off of the cake and trying to hand it to us.  The expression on his face said… “what is this?”  Followed by, “Is this some sort of trick???”

After that he got up and walked away.  So we brought him back and set him down beside the cake and I put his hand in it.  He was NOT a fan.  He looked at his hand and then at me like… “get this stuff OFF of me!!!”


He fussed, so I got up and wiped off his hands.  He then wandered off again.  This was not going like we had planned!  Trent had to coax him back a second time and tried to give him a taste of the frosting… surely, this would entice our little guy to dig right in!  As you can see, he’s still not so sure.


After that, daddy thought, “what the heck… let’s try putting his hands in it again” and you can see that that was NOT successful.  We had a sad baby.  Momma wiped his hands down a second time.  At this point, daddy took to the cake with a spoon and churned it up a bit so that Jedidiah could get at it without having to dig in the frosting first.  He definitely considered it, but still didn’t go after it.


Next, we tried a spoon.  Daddy loaded up a bit of cake and gave him a bite.  NOW we were talking.


He picked at the cake a little bit with his hands, but really still didn’t want to get dirty, so we gave him the spoon and let him try eating it that way.  He started with his much more proficient left hand, but lately he always wants to switch the spoon or fork to his much less accurate right hand, which he did in this case as well.

When that didn’t work so well, he went back to his hands, but was very careful about just getting pieces of cake and not any frosting.

He started walking around with his spoon and even brought mommy and daddy a bite.


After a while, he got distracted by the balloons and tossed them around a bit and then would come back for a bite from momma.

This went on for quite a while… back and forth… back and forth.  Then my parents called us on Skype to sing him “happy birthday,” so he ate and Skyped at the same time.  Once the call ended, he’d eaten plenty and we decided to clean it up!


Our “cake smash” didn’t go quite as planned, but it was still fun to watch our little one react to this situation.  He has such a big personality already and I would totally do it over again!

Happy first birthday Jedidiah!!!  Momma and Daddy love you!

Have you tried a “smash cake” for your little one?  How did it turn out for you?!?





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