Things That Make Me Shudder:
1. Radish root-tails
2. The canned-meat section of the grocery store
3. Carpeted bathrooms
4. Obnoxious church signs
5. Parenting Magazine
Things That Make Me Delighted:
1. Clean snuggly babies
2. Tullys Kona Blend
3. Clean snuggly spousey
4. Composting*
5. My chronological Bible
*It's possible to take composing too far: yesterday, after discovering bellybutton lint from an anonymous source, I exclaimed: "We should compost it!"
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Thursday, March 17, 2011
St. Patrick's Day stresses me out. Do I wear green just to conform? How much green? Too much makes it look like I care too much, and not enough means I still might get pinched. Or do I just not wear green at all to show my indifference? But I don't want to get pinched. And I like green. St. Patrick's Day stresses me out.
My Irish mother in law makes corn beef and cabbage every St. Paddy's. And each time, I thank God this day only comes once a year. I was complaining to Blake last night: "Does anyone actually like that stuff? Haven't the Irish contributed something of greater culinary superiority than corn beef and cabbage?" Blake paused. "I like it." Go figure. My picky, particular husband likes corn beef and cabbage. At least it's almost always followed by something chocolate-mint, which happens to be my favorite flavor combination in the world. And Irish music.
It's St. Patrick's Day. I wish I could hide inside all day and eat Andes mints.
My Irish mother in law makes corn beef and cabbage every St. Paddy's. And each time, I thank God this day only comes once a year. I was complaining to Blake last night: "Does anyone actually like that stuff? Haven't the Irish contributed something of greater culinary superiority than corn beef and cabbage?" Blake paused. "I like it." Go figure. My picky, particular husband likes corn beef and cabbage. At least it's almost always followed by something chocolate-mint, which happens to be my favorite flavor combination in the world. And Irish music.
It's St. Patrick's Day. I wish I could hide inside all day and eat Andes mints.
Monday, March 14, 2011
A Girl and her Dad and Some Cookies
Maybe it's just me being a paranoid first time mom, but I have very little confidence in Rory's chewing ability. Sure, she's got a couple pearly whites, but I still think of anything that's not A. the consistency of applesauce or B. rapidly dissolveable as off-limits for her. This is the flawed mindset that is the root cause behind "The Cookie Incedent."
Blake, a man after my own heart, has a profound fondness for Thin Mint girl scouts cookies. Knowing this, and delighting in delighting him, I bought a couple boxes from two surprisingly cute little scouts outside of Safeway. We were on our way to the Flag airport to pick up a rental car, and had been out running errands for about an hour. By the time we had acquired the car and were on the freeway heading for Satchmos BBQ for dinner, dear little Rory's patience was running out. Rory enjoys boxes, so I deftly sealed up a (open, of course) box of Thin Mints and reached back to hand it to her. Blake was instantly alarmed: "You gave her the Thin Mints?!?!" "It's fine," I assured him. "The box is closed, and she wouldn't know what to do with them anyway." Blake glanced worriedly in the rear view window, but trusted my judgment. All was well. For about a mile. Until we heard an awful sound:
"Mmmmmm. Mmmmmmm."
Panic. "I can't pull over! Is she- she can't be! The Thin Mints!"
"But she can't even chew them!" I protested desperately.
I strained my arm back to pull from her grasp a half eaten Thin Mint. I held it up for Blake's mournful eyes to see. Peering at the backseat, my heart sank when I saw the whole package spread across her lap, each cookie out of my reach. The rest of the trip consisted of me reaching back every minute or so to take the current soggy, bitten cookie from my baby's hands. With each loss she'd wail, then comfort herself with more mint chocolatey deliciousness. When we reached our destination, she was a sticky brown mess. As he paper-toweled off Rory's face, my husband graciously did not criticize my poor decision. In fact, I believe he was rather proud of his offspring's fine taste in cookies.
But I notice he hasn't offered to share the rest.
Blake, a man after my own heart, has a profound fondness for Thin Mint girl scouts cookies. Knowing this, and delighting in delighting him, I bought a couple boxes from two surprisingly cute little scouts outside of Safeway. We were on our way to the Flag airport to pick up a rental car, and had been out running errands for about an hour. By the time we had acquired the car and were on the freeway heading for Satchmos BBQ for dinner, dear little Rory's patience was running out. Rory enjoys boxes, so I deftly sealed up a (open, of course) box of Thin Mints and reached back to hand it to her. Blake was instantly alarmed: "You gave her the Thin Mints?!?!" "It's fine," I assured him. "The box is closed, and she wouldn't know what to do with them anyway." Blake glanced worriedly in the rear view window, but trusted my judgment. All was well. For about a mile. Until we heard an awful sound:
"Mmmmmm. Mmmmmmm."
Panic. "I can't pull over! Is she- she can't be! The Thin Mints!"
"But she can't even chew them!" I protested desperately.
I strained my arm back to pull from her grasp a half eaten Thin Mint. I held it up for Blake's mournful eyes to see. Peering at the backseat, my heart sank when I saw the whole package spread across her lap, each cookie out of my reach. The rest of the trip consisted of me reaching back every minute or so to take the current soggy, bitten cookie from my baby's hands. With each loss she'd wail, then comfort herself with more mint chocolatey deliciousness. When we reached our destination, she was a sticky brown mess. As he paper-toweled off Rory's face, my husband graciously did not criticize my poor decision. In fact, I believe he was rather proud of his offspring's fine taste in cookies.
But I notice he hasn't offered to share the rest.
Sunday, March 13, 2011
Crazy Life
The last week or so has been a whirlwind. We left for Palm Springs on Sunday, Grandma's service was Monday, and we were on the way home Tuesday. Rory was a trooper in the car, and was such a good little baby the whole time there. It was great to see family and to see Grandma so honored by a lovely service.
As soon as we got back, Rory had her 9 month checkup. She's still long and lean, healthy and smart and sweet. The next day, though, she came down with a nasty cold and has been sick and sad the last few days, and we've been laying low at home. The weather here in Flag is gorgeous, and I've got gardening on the brain! Since it's spring break this week and I don't have to babysit, I'm going to start preparing the garden for planting! I'm also ordering a few fruit trees tomorrow, which I'm super excited about! Time to find out if I have a green thumb...
We celebrated my birthday by hosting a cookies and milk tasting party for a bunch of friends. We had 6 different kinds of cookies (Lemon-raspberry sandwiches, chocolate-mint dipped oreos, snickerdoodles, chocolate chip, peanut butter monster, and funfetti) and lots of organic milk with chocolate, strawberry, and caramel syrup for mixing in. It was a lot of fun- we have such good friends!
Since we had to stay home from church today due to Rory's ailment, and Blake had to work, I spent the morning turning 6 pounds of organic apples into freezer applesauce- it turned out really delicious! Then, it was time to tackle the 9 fresh organic pineapples we got from Bountiful Baskets yesterday- they were the perfect ripeness and needed dealing with today. I filled my dehydrator up, then flash froze a bunch for smoothies, and the rest is chunked fresh in the fridge for snacking. My mouth already hurts from eating it, but it's so good I can't stop!
I have a to-do list a mile long for this week, and am praying for disciple and great productivity!
As soon as we got back, Rory had her 9 month checkup. She's still long and lean, healthy and smart and sweet. The next day, though, she came down with a nasty cold and has been sick and sad the last few days, and we've been laying low at home. The weather here in Flag is gorgeous, and I've got gardening on the brain! Since it's spring break this week and I don't have to babysit, I'm going to start preparing the garden for planting! I'm also ordering a few fruit trees tomorrow, which I'm super excited about! Time to find out if I have a green thumb...
We celebrated my birthday by hosting a cookies and milk tasting party for a bunch of friends. We had 6 different kinds of cookies (Lemon-raspberry sandwiches, chocolate-mint dipped oreos, snickerdoodles, chocolate chip, peanut butter monster, and funfetti) and lots of organic milk with chocolate, strawberry, and caramel syrup for mixing in. It was a lot of fun- we have such good friends!
Since we had to stay home from church today due to Rory's ailment, and Blake had to work, I spent the morning turning 6 pounds of organic apples into freezer applesauce- it turned out really delicious! Then, it was time to tackle the 9 fresh organic pineapples we got from Bountiful Baskets yesterday- they were the perfect ripeness and needed dealing with today. I filled my dehydrator up, then flash froze a bunch for smoothies, and the rest is chunked fresh in the fridge for snacking. My mouth already hurts from eating it, but it's so good I can't stop!
I have a to-do list a mile long for this week, and am praying for disciple and great productivity!
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| Rory and me on my birthday |
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| At Cafe Ole for a birthday lunch |
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| Snickerdoodles |
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| Monster and funfetti |
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| Milk bar |
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| At Grandma's service |
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| Aurora with Auntie Lindsay and Uncle Matt and her unborn cousin! |
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