They were bummed.
Dad came through.
Personally, I think this is the way to go. No lines, no crowd control, no wondering which donuts have been touched by the 50 kids that came before you.Just dad, sprinkles, and leftovers.
Friday, October 9, 2009
One thing I love about my husband
On "Donuts with Dad" day all my kids were sick.
They were bummed.
Dad came through.
Personally, I think this is the way to go. No lines, no crowd control, no wondering which donuts have been touched by the 50 kids that came before you.
Just dad, sprinkles, and leftovers.
They were bummed.
Dad came through.
Personally, I think this is the way to go. No lines, no crowd control, no wondering which donuts have been touched by the 50 kids that came before you.Just dad, sprinkles, and leftovers.
Thursday, October 8, 2009
Isn't that exactly how it goes?
This morning I made myself camel's eyes. It's a gross name for a yummy breakfast.
These are not in keeping with the spirit of my healthy eating plan.
As I was cooking up two of these (because two is the perfect amount for one person), Ethan wanders up and says, "ooh. What are those? Those look good. Can I have one?" Well, my gut instinct was to say, "NO! MINE!" But I just read the verses in Matthew 7 about knowing how to give good gifts to my children (v.11) and so I took a deep breath and said calmly, "Sure."
I put his on his breakfast plate and skulked off to eat my half of a serving. 10 minutes later I come in to find Laney poking holes in it with a colored pencil.
"Hey! Why didn't you eat your camel's eye?"
"I didn't like it so I gave it to Laney"
"And you didn't think to give it back to me?
"Sorry, Mom."
Grrr.
I would've retrieved it from the clutches of the baby, but she had already moved on to the poke and drag technique. It was unrecognizable. And you know as well as I do that making two sets of camel's eyes pushes the boundaries of healthy eating. It can't be rationalized.
These are not in keeping with the spirit of my healthy eating plan.
As I was cooking up two of these (because two is the perfect amount for one person), Ethan wanders up and says, "ooh. What are those? Those look good. Can I have one?" Well, my gut instinct was to say, "NO! MINE!" But I just read the verses in Matthew 7 about knowing how to give good gifts to my children (v.11) and so I took a deep breath and said calmly, "Sure."
I put his on his breakfast plate and skulked off to eat my half of a serving. 10 minutes later I come in to find Laney poking holes in it with a colored pencil.
"Hey! Why didn't you eat your camel's eye?"
"I didn't like it so I gave it to Laney"
"And you didn't think to give it back to me?
"Sorry, Mom."
Grrr.
I would've retrieved it from the clutches of the baby, but she had already moved on to the poke and drag technique. It was unrecognizable. And you know as well as I do that making two sets of camel's eyes pushes the boundaries of healthy eating. It can't be rationalized.
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
Only the beginning.
Has this happened for you yet?
If not, I wish for it to come to you speedily.
Sure, he looks like he's mowing uphill.
Sure, he only did a 10' x 10' section of our lawn.
Sure, he took eleven breaks after which Mark would have to come over and restart the mower.
But that was 100 square feet of grass that was cut by hands other than ours and it's
only the beginning.
If not, I wish for it to come to you speedily.
Sure, he looks like he's mowing uphill.
Sure, he only did a 10' x 10' section of our lawn.
Sure, he took eleven breaks after which Mark would have to come over and restart the mower.
But that was 100 square feet of grass that was cut by hands other than ours and it's
only the beginning.
Saturday, October 3, 2009
Nobody's perfect.
Ever seen a cheddar pizza?
Now you have.
"When you fail to plan, you plan to have a cheddar pizza."
Words to live by.
Remember my gorgeous, green kale...destined for the soup pot? The caterpillars ate the top leaves and pooped all over the bottom leaves. No amount of washing/radiation can get me to put one of those in my mouth.
In case you didn't know, kale is 68 cents a bunch right now at Walmart. The Zuppa Toscana was....eh.
A couple weeks ago, the third step off the deck broke off and I haven't replaced it because my fat little wiener dog can't get up it and whine at the back door. I'm happy with this arrangement. It helps me to not yell unattractive things from the back door in the middle of the night. Hopefully I don't regret the procrastination when one of my offspring falls through the gaping hole.
Last week one of the pedals on one of our kids' tricycles fell off. Mark tried to throw it away, but I'm emotionally attached to it (our kids rode that tricycle!) so I saved it from its fate at the dump and bought some epoxy to try and fix it, but I'm intimidated by the complicated instructions on the package and so there has been a broken tricycle in my kitchen for 4 days, causing fights over who gets to scoot around the linoleum on it and who should or should not be using it as a ladder to get to the marshmallows.
Which reminds me. We have marshmallows. Those would be good with some chocolate chips.
G'night.
Now you have.
"When you fail to plan, you plan to have a cheddar pizza."
Words to live by.
Remember my gorgeous, green kale...destined for the soup pot? The caterpillars ate the top leaves and pooped all over the bottom leaves. No amount of washing/radiation can get me to put one of those in my mouth.
In case you didn't know, kale is 68 cents a bunch right now at Walmart. The Zuppa Toscana was....eh.
A couple weeks ago, the third step off the deck broke off and I haven't replaced it because my fat little wiener dog can't get up it and whine at the back door. I'm happy with this arrangement. It helps me to not yell unattractive things from the back door in the middle of the night. Hopefully I don't regret the procrastination when one of my offspring falls through the gaping hole.
Last week one of the pedals on one of our kids' tricycles fell off. Mark tried to throw it away, but I'm emotionally attached to it (our kids rode that tricycle!) so I saved it from its fate at the dump and bought some epoxy to try and fix it, but I'm intimidated by the complicated instructions on the package and so there has been a broken tricycle in my kitchen for 4 days, causing fights over who gets to scoot around the linoleum on it and who should or should not be using it as a ladder to get to the marshmallows.
Which reminds me. We have marshmallows. Those would be good with some chocolate chips.
G'night.
Creatures
This morning I found this little fellow on the wall in the dining room.
Kinda cute, huh? But a little wierd that there is a tree frog in my house. And how beautiful are those blue eyes? As I look at this photo, I sense wisdom in those eyes. Like he's trying to impart nuggets of ancient knowledge to me. "Tired, you are. Sleep, you must have. Chocolate, you must eat." Thank you, little Yoda. I will follow your counsel closely.
Oh, and what's a girl gotta do to get another brown-eyed occupant in this house? Dominant gene, shmominant gene. What a crock.
Then there's this thing I found on my tomato plant. I've heard they are very good for a garden, but I say, "freaky!" I was inching closer to get a good look at him and he honest to goodness turned his creepy head and stared my right in the eyes. Chills went up my spine.
Then there's the crazy big spider in the front flower bed that is super cool and HUGE! He is quite the web weaver and I witnessed him capture and wrap a moth for his breakfast yesterday morning (full body shiver). I normally would "take him out" but he is simply too awesome to kill. We're hoping he'll stick around until Halloween and earn his keep. Mark did a quick google to ascertain the level of danger he poses to our offspring and we are assured he isn't a threat to anyone but the wayward insect. So he stays.
But if anyone knows how to get rid of the nasty slugs that slime there way around our front and back porch every night, please share. Gross.
I confess, this is an old photo...but how many times can a person take pictures of slugs? And also, I still haven't repainted that door frame. I'm banking on the rest of the paint falling off and going with a weathered look. Is that still in?
Kinda cute, huh? But a little wierd that there is a tree frog in my house. And how beautiful are those blue eyes? As I look at this photo, I sense wisdom in those eyes. Like he's trying to impart nuggets of ancient knowledge to me. "Tired, you are. Sleep, you must have. Chocolate, you must eat." Thank you, little Yoda. I will follow your counsel closely.
Oh, and what's a girl gotta do to get another brown-eyed occupant in this house? Dominant gene, shmominant gene. What a crock.
Then there's this thing I found on my tomato plant. I've heard they are very good for a garden, but I say, "freaky!" I was inching closer to get a good look at him and he honest to goodness turned his creepy head and stared my right in the eyes. Chills went up my spine.
Then there's the crazy big spider in the front flower bed that is super cool and HUGE! He is quite the web weaver and I witnessed him capture and wrap a moth for his breakfast yesterday morning (full body shiver). I normally would "take him out" but he is simply too awesome to kill. We're hoping he'll stick around until Halloween and earn his keep. Mark did a quick google to ascertain the level of danger he poses to our offspring and we are assured he isn't a threat to anyone but the wayward insect. So he stays.
But if anyone knows how to get rid of the nasty slugs that slime there way around our front and back porch every night, please share. Gross.
I confess, this is an old photo...but how many times can a person take pictures of slugs? And also, I still haven't repainted that door frame. I'm banking on the rest of the paint falling off and going with a weathered look. Is that still in?
Friday, October 2, 2009
The baby's milk
The fact is, when given the choice between
Special K with skim
or
Frosted Mini Wheats with sweet heavenly whole milk,
the fat and sugar wins every time.
Bottoms up!
Special K with skim
or
Frosted Mini Wheats with sweet heavenly whole milk,
the fat and sugar wins every time.
Bottoms up!
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