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.
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Sunday, September 21, 2008
As Time Flies...
Love in Review, the Fifth Anniversary Edition:
The Crush
The Dating
The Wedding
The Newlyweds
The Expectant Parents
The Parents
The Expectant Parents - The Sequel
The Expectant Parents - Edition III
The Big Move
Five Years Later...and counting.
Happy Fifth Anniversary, David. God is good.
Happy Fifth Anniversary, David. God is good.
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
First Week in Review
Happy First Week Gus Gus! It has been a wonderful week - he is just such an easy, easy newborn. So far. I realize that as soon as you say that a newborn is one thing or is another thing that is the universal signal for them to change. As soon as you identify a pattern (for instance, he seems to cluster feed around 10 am, 5 pm and 10 pm) you can be assured that on the morrow the pattern will have morphed into something unrecognizable. But as far as we can tell, he is easy. In fact, I really wish that he were a little (just a little) more demanding because then I could have an excuse to pay more attention to him. As it is the other two are significantly more trouble so I can't just sit around gazing at him the way I should be able to.
Notables:
When I had a little, mini postpartum emotionality that involved some tears Moses came in and saw me.
M: Are you crying gecause you're sad?
Me: I'm OK buddy, just a little bit sad. But a hug from you would make me happy.
M: Mommy, I want to tell you something. I love you gecause you are pretty.
Moses is sitting on the couch "holding" Gus and I overhear him singing Rock-a-bye Baby. Life can't get any sweeter.
Lest you think that Moses is all sweetness, I'll include this little episode from earlier today. Lily and Moses are playing with some play tools and she starts sobbing, obviously there was some sort of Moses-inflicted injury. His reaction, "Uh...Sorry Lily, for biting you in the chest."
Lily spends all her time climbing in and out of the baby's carseat, bouncy seat and swing. That and tickling him while making clucking noises and trying to gouge out his eyes while saying, "iiiieeeessss".
In case you are wondering, I am not ready to be alone with these three yet. We've given it a couple test-runs but the basic fact-of-the-matter is that a person with these three children CAN'T sit down if they are all awake. The person who is left alone with them will be standing for hours regardless of a minimalist approach to life and a strict reading of the phrase "take it easy". There's no way to "take it easy" and be alone with them. So, luckily, David can cut corners at work for the rest of the week and rescue me. Also, my brother is coming to visit us from college this weekend, yea! OK, I can't really think anymore...here are some pictures instead. They are in chronological order so you can see his vast growth. Also, my mother wants credit for most of the pictures...so - here it is mom!
This could be an advertisement for my new BabyHawk carrier. Thank you Maria!!!
My view from the BabyHawk...
Nice Helmet, Grandma!
Two of the three best-lookin men in my life.
Notables:
When I had a little, mini postpartum emotionality that involved some tears Moses came in and saw me.
M: Are you crying gecause you're sad?
Me: I'm OK buddy, just a little bit sad. But a hug from you would make me happy.
M: Mommy, I want to tell you something. I love you gecause you are pretty.
Moses is sitting on the couch "holding" Gus and I overhear him singing Rock-a-bye Baby. Life can't get any sweeter.
Lest you think that Moses is all sweetness, I'll include this little episode from earlier today. Lily and Moses are playing with some play tools and she starts sobbing, obviously there was some sort of Moses-inflicted injury. His reaction, "Uh...Sorry Lily, for biting you in the chest."
Lily spends all her time climbing in and out of the baby's carseat, bouncy seat and swing. That and tickling him while making clucking noises and trying to gouge out his eyes while saying, "iiiieeeessss".
In case you are wondering, I am not ready to be alone with these three yet. We've given it a couple test-runs but the basic fact-of-the-matter is that a person with these three children CAN'T sit down if they are all awake. The person who is left alone with them will be standing for hours regardless of a minimalist approach to life and a strict reading of the phrase "take it easy". There's no way to "take it easy" and be alone with them. So, luckily, David can cut corners at work for the rest of the week and rescue me. Also, my brother is coming to visit us from college this weekend, yea! OK, I can't really think anymore...here are some pictures instead. They are in chronological order so you can see his vast growth. Also, my mother wants credit for most of the pictures...so - here it is mom!
So teeny...so tiny...so perfect.
This could be an advertisement for my new BabyHawk carrier. Thank you Maria!!!
My view from the BabyHawk...
Nice Helmet, Grandma!
Gus Gus is ONE WEEK OLD!!! Yea!!!!!!!!
Rock-a-bye baby...Awww....
Two of the three best-lookin men in my life.
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