Wednesday, October 29, 2008

pretend post

I'm going to do a meme that I'm tagging myself for based on Aimee at the Mother Load's suggestion. I've done this once before too but, whatever, it's easy.

Rules: Grab the nearest book. Open the book to page 56. Find the fifth sentence. Post the text of the next two to five sentences on your blog along with these instructions. Don’t dig for your favorite book, the cool book, or the intellectual one: pick the CLOSEST. Tag five other people to do the same.

The closest book to me is a toss up between the Scholastic Disney book "Cars" and the slightly more sophisticated, "The Bread Lover's Bread Machine Cookbook", by Beth Hensperger. Since the great American novel, "Cars" only has 45 pages I'm going with the bread book. I'm actually intending to give making my own bread a go because, well, apparently that's what people around here do.

"A favorite dish of princes, old English recipes for payn pur-dew refer to bread soaked in an elixir of spiced sherry, eggs, spices, and cream. In Germany it is called Drunken Maidens or Arme Ritter (Poor Knights), with regional variations sprinkled with cinnamon and sugar or touting poppy seeds. The Swedes serve it sandwiched with ham and cheese for dinner and the Mexicans know it as fritada. For the Jewish holiday of Purim it is served "Queen Esther's Toast."

Not thrilling but stick around for an update on my bread-making experiment, that is sure to be titillating.

Saturday, October 25, 2008

Fly on the Wall - 1

I've decided to do a series of posts entitled "Fly on the Wall" that will keep track of the many ridiculous things that the kids say and do - I mean, that is half the fun of parenting little children, right? So, with no further ado - the first installment.

Moses: Can I watch a movie?
Parent: Not right now.
Moses: Please!
Parent: No.
Moses: But somebody has to do something to make me happy!

Moses: Rakes are fighting-things. For fighting dogs.

Moses: Mommy - you look like a very serious woman.

Imitation is the most sincere form of flattery, right (or so says Anne of Green Gables)? Yesterday I had to give Moses a spanking and so I sat down on a step and bent him over my knee and did the deed. Lily was, of course, right there trying to hug him for the duration of the spanking because even when the offense does not involve her she insists on being in on the reconciliation. After he got up and we were about to move on she started throwing herself down over my knee for her spanking. I hugged her and told her she didn't do anything wrong and anyway, she is too young for spankings. She continued to repeatedly throw herself down on my knees and when I failed to spank her she started holding out her hand for me to slap it. It's almost as if she has it in her pretty little head that sometimes we hug and sometimes we hit - but whatever is happening, "I want in on it!" And this is exactly why she is clearly too young for spankings.

Wednesday, October 22, 2008

no time to catch up...

There's no time, no time! I have so much to say and no time to say it. I've thought of SO many posts that I should do but the fact is that I'm back on my feet enough now that I have no blogging time. Whatever. It's nice to be a capable human being again. I appreciate all the help that David and family and friends give me but I also am really enjoying not only being on the receiving end of help. But that means no time.

So, tonight I did a wild and crazy thing. Imprudent must be my middle name because after getting an ID card for the university's fitness facility (yea! free gym access!) I decided to attend a group fitness class. I have never been in an exercise class before. I have never done Pilates before. Also, I have not actually exercised since Gus was born, and if we're being honest here, then since that pregnancy-test was positive. So, there I was, sporting an ample post-lovelette belly, surrounded by college students, huffing and puffing, and definitely NOT able to do all the moves. But frankly, I feel great. I have three kids - what do those college girls have except firm and perky parts? I win that contest for sure.
OK, some stories. Geez, I really wish that I could remember more of them. I laugh all day long but 2 minutes after it's over I can't remember why I was laughing.

Daddy: Moses, you're are acting like a CRAZY man!
Moses: No I AMN'T!

After Lily's bath she wanted to run all over my bedroom naked with the hooded-towel flying behind her from her head, as is usually the crowning event of bath-time. But since it's getting chillier I grabbed her, thinking how good I'd be at catching a greased pig, and was trying to actually dry her off before the streaking commenced. Daddy showed up at the bathroom door at this moment and she implored his help by saying, "Daddiieeeee! I duck (stuck), I duck!!!" How dare I intrude on the sacred ritual?

While we were visiting MI this past week (ah, a taste of heaven!) Lily got into my suitcase and wandered all over the house with her arm through the leg-holes of my panties, utilizing the underwear's little-known ability to stand in for a purse.

I wish I could remember more for you, for my kids in later years but, oh well. OK, now I'm off to enjoy my non-pregnant, non-moving, non-justoutofthehospital, non-traveling life. Ta Ta.

Thursday, October 9, 2008

Tales from the Early Weeks...

Let me set the scene for you:
Mommy on the couch with peacefully nursing, two-week-old Thomas. Anthony is at her feet playing with blocks. The domestic perfection is palpable. Oh, but wait. Rosie is missing and mommy is hearing a plinking sound coming from the kitchen, which she can not see from her chosen nursing chair.
"Anthony, where is Rosie?"
Anthony responds lightly, "Oh. She's on the counter, with the medicine."
Sure enough, Rosie, the height of all B.T.ness (Big Trouble) is a. standing on the counter, b. pouring out a bottle of pre-natal vitamins c. is standing in close proximity to a very large, serrated knife, and d. has turned the toaster-oven on to broil. To sum up, here we have height, drugs, weapons and fire, all in one neat little package. But don't worry, things here are under control. I can handle three kids, I can...I can.

Tuesday, October 7, 2008

Rosary-Inspired Comments

Overheard on this Feast of Our Lady of the Rosary:

Moses (to daddy): Would you like to pray the rosary prayers? It's pretty exciting and fun.

Moses (to mommy): Would you like to be the Conductor sometimes, and have keys and the rosary?

I'm sure that Mary would appreciate that our little conductor has these two essential tools at all times and that he finds the rosary exciting and fun.