Friday, March 27, 2009
Thursday, March 26, 2009
This boy makes my world go 'round. Not just metaphorically, it's also a literal statement. Triston has more energy than any kid I've ever known. He is sharp, picking up concepts well beyond his age and keeps me up late at night with endless questions about the Gospel, which I am happy to oblige. Triston has a strong personality--he knows just what he wants (and what he doesn't) and isn't afraid to voice opinions, even when he knows they are different from the majority. He sticks out in a crowd, perhaps by being the loudest kid in the room--but if he's in front of the crowd, he is giving his all. He is a natural jokester, often making up his own, in search of a laugh. An independent spirit--wanting to everything by himself all. the. time. --even if it's cutting his own apple with a steak knife. We love him more than words can express and we know he is going to make a difference somewhere in this world. He already has--here at home. Happy #5 to our #1!
Friday, March 20, 2009
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Mmmmm. This is a winner. Loved it. Everyone loved it.
3 chicken breasts, cut up
a smidgen of butter
pressed garlic, 3 cloves
salt & pepper
1 c. half-n-half
1.5 c. Parmesan cheese
2 T. butter
12 oz. Fettuccine noodles
fresh spinach leaves
cracked black pepper
Cook chicken over medium heat. Sprinkle with salt and pepper, garlic, and Italian seasonings. Cook until no longer pink, add fresh spinach leaves and turn to low. Continue cooking and stirring until spinach leaves are wilted. Set aside. Boil noodles in salted water until al dente. Drain and begin adding remaining ingredients. Half-n-half, Parmesan, and butter. Stir well while on low until the sauce is beginning to thicken. Add chicken mixture. Toss well until everything is coated with sauce. Top with cracked black pepper and parsley. Serve with garlic bread. YUM-O!
We walked out the door onto our "make-shift" wrap around. I think the owners of our rental home actually built the porch themselves nearly all the way around the house. It's common place, here in Brown County, I suppose because the houses all sit at a slight slant, if they are in the hills like ours. You'll see homes with multi-level unfinished porches everywhere.
The porch has a few steps that lead down into a long driveway filled with gravel. Bryce has mastered the first two, but as the end approaches, he becomes hesitant. Smaller steps and little yelps make us aware of his dilemma.
In the past, I have asked Triston or Jackson to help him. I am most likely still fidgeting with the door or digging for my keys in a sea of diapering aids and tinker toys that has become my purse.
On this day, though, the sun came out. She shined her rays upon the hills all around us and warmed our hearts.
I was a little more joyful and a lot more productive, the boys a little nicer to one another, and the two oldest worked together to ensure their little brother had a safe landing. Free from a nagging mom, they did this in their own good conscience.
We're ready for spring to stay full-time. But, now that we've had a taste, we can handle another burst of cold and rain that is coming.
Spring is around the corner at last.
Friday, March 13, 2009
This morning Jackson jumps up on my bed and says in his sweet little voice almost still a whisper:
"Moooommm, would you get up and make me some pancakes?"
"Sure." I reply. How could I refuse that?
"Could you do it white now?" he says.
"Yes, just give me a minute, okay?" I reply.
(Sung in a sing-song style)
"Maaaa-ommmmm. Do it white now or I'll toot on your faaayyy-aaacccce".
An explosion of giggles followed by a series of hacking coughs can be heard from the next room--Triston thinks its hilarious.
And I laughed, too. I'm glad everyone is starting to feel better around here. Plus, that Jackson is just too dang cute--even if he's a little too ornrey for his own good.
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Triston knows all of the words to most of The Killers songs.
Jackson picks his nose and eats it.
Bryce poops 4-5 times a day. Sometimes before noon.
We can take out a whole box of Lucky Charms in one sitting.
Sometimes we move all the kids in our bedroom before we go to bed. We just like having them close and the kids love waking up to Mom and Dad in the morning!
We're homebodies. I can tell the kids are, too. They all get cranky if we've been gone too long.
I have to hold Triston down and sit on him to clip his nails. He has always been like this.
Jackson can't sit through a whole meal. We usually have to bribe him to eat all of his food. The kid is so skinny though, we make sure he eats everything--even if we have to sit there and feed it to him ourselves.
Bryce and Triston will not sit alone and play with toys by themselves. They want to know what's going on all the time and they follow me around everywhere.
Travis doesn't like any of this clothes unless they are dress/work clothes. The reason: He refuses to buy himself anything because we have so many other things going on. i.e. STUDENT LOANS, saving for a home, the many things 3 kids need, ect. I do not possess this same sense of unselfishness. I wish I did, but I just don't.
Bryce rarely plays with toys. He is usually digging in the trash, pushing buttons on the TV or DVD player, or trying to knock something over.
If I don't get the kids outside at least some of the day, we all go nuts. The kids bounce off the walls and run circles around me. It made for a LLllllllllooooogggg Midwest winter.
These are just a few. The ones I could think of--of course, I have many also. Check out a revised version here.
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Read This. Has much changed since 1954?
HOW TO BE A GOOD WIFE
Home Economics High School Text Book, 1954
Have dinner ready. Plan ahead, even the night before, to have a delicious meal, on time. This is a way of letting him know that you have been thinking about him and are concerned about his needs. Most men are hungry when they come home and the prospect of a good meal are part of the warm welcome needed. This is part of the gig. He works all day and takes a crappy lunch of leftovers and many times goes with no breakfast. I usually have dinner ready or almost ready when he gets home.
Prepare yourself. Take 15 minutes to rest so that you'll be refreshed when he arrives. Touch up your makeup, put a ribbon in your hair and be fresh-looking. He has just been with a lot of work-weary people. Be a little gay and a little more interesting. His boring day may need a lift. Not that I feel I have to do this, but I do do it. Most women get all dolled up to go to the grocery store, we can at least do it for our husbands. There has been many times that I haven't gotten around to it, though, and I've never heard any complaints.
Clear away the clutter. Make one last trip through the main part of the home just before your husband arrives, gather up schoolbooks, toys, paper, etc. Then run a dust cloth over the tables. Your husband will feel he has reached a haven of rest and order, and it will give you a lift, too. I do this. Probably more for me, though, because I just can't relax when everything is everywhere.
Prepare the children. Take a few minutes to wash the children's hands and faces (if they are small), comb their hair, and if necessary change their clothes. They are little treasures and he would like to see them playing the part. The kids are on their own. I only change clothes once a day if we aren't going anywhere.
Minimize all noise. At the time of his arrival, eliminate all noise of the washer, dryer, dishwasher, or vacuum. Try to encourage the children to be quiet. Be happy to see him. Greet him with a warm smile and be glad he is home. I usually turn off the radio or t.v. if they are on. I don't know why, I guess just because we will be talking and too much noise gives me a headache. And I am happy to see him, don't need to prepare for that one.
Some don'ts: Don't greet him with problems or complaints. Don't complain if he is late for dinner. Count this as minor compared with what he might have gone through that day. Make him comfortable. Have him lean back in a comfortable chair or suggest he lie down in the bedroom. Have a cool or warm drink ready for him. Arrange his pillow and offer to take off his shoes. Speak in a low, soft, soothing and pleasant voice. Allow him to relax and unwind. This is all conditional in our home. Of course, it goes both ways, too.
Listen to him. You may have a dozen things to tell him, but the moment of his arrival is not the time. Let him talk first. I think we listen to each other quite well. We both have things to tell each other about the day.
Make the evening his. Never complain if he does not take you out to dinner or to other places of entertainment. Instead, try to understand his world of strain and pressure, his need to be home and relax. Ha. Reading this, I laugh. I always think that Travis gets to go to a nice cushy office and eat lunch with adults and not have people tell him no constantly or try to slam door at him or cry and scream and throw themselves in the floor when they don't get what they want from him....but, I've grown over the years. We do have different jobs, different roles. Sometimes his is cushy, and sometimes mine is cushy. We try to make the evening for each other and our kids.
The Goal: Try to make your home a place of peace and order where your husband can renew himself in body and spirit. Isn't this every one's goal? We try to make our home a place of peace and order for our whole family.
Thursday, March 5, 2009
I love love love this. It was so stinkin' good. I can't wait to make it again! I found the recipe from here--but I doubled the recipe. If I could cook meatless meal this good all the time, I would be a vegetarian for sure.
1 c. lentils
1 c. long grain rice
28 oz. can of diced tomatoes, undrained
3 c. chicken broth or water
2-3 garlic cloves, minced
1 tsp. oregano
1 tsp. basil
1 tsp. salt (although I had to add more)
pepper to taste
Mix all ingredients together in a 9 x 13 baking dish. Cover and bake at 350 for 45-55 minutes. Pull out of oven and top with cheese. Place back into oven until cheese fully melts. Although this recipe is awesome, it's not as filling as I thought it would be. Next time I will make a few sides to go along with it. A green salad and homemade whole wheat bread sounds good.
Travis falls asleep. Then Bryce. Then Jackson. Then Triston, or so I thought.
I'm jamming with my iPod over the dirty dishes--to Beyonce, thinking I'm a "Single Lady". And when I say jamming I mean moves I wouldn't want anyone from church to see. I turn around and see THIS staring at me from a shaded part of the hallway.
I nearly jumped right out of my skin. I casually say. "Oh hey, Triston. Thought you were asleep. How'd you like my dance moves?"
He replies with mask still in place, "Uh, you look like a girl that needs help. You should find some new moves."
Nothing like a kid to bring you back down to reality, huh?!
P.S. We had an awesome time playing in the 65 degree weather today! Finally--we could go outside without coats. We started to play soccer and found out very quickly how un-fun the game is when you live on the side of a giant hill. We made some adjustments and had fun anyway!
"MOM! WHY DID YOU DESIGN ME WITH BLUE EYES?! I WANTED BROWN! I CAN"T BELIEVE YOU DID THIS TO ME! ARGGGGHHHHHHHH!
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
I'm not quite sure what to do with this month.
It is still freezing cold here, a whopping 30 degree high today, and I want to break out pastels and bright pink nail polish. Something tells me I shouldn't do that yet. (It's my breath that I can see as a vapor when I walk outside) But wearing gray and eggplant seems wrong, too. It's kind of a big dilemma, no?
I'm ready for spring cleaning, running outside, and a short haircut. I need some ideas on that, though.
I'm ready to see green again on the ground and a nice blue sky instead of the gray and brown deadness that is all around. And I'm ready for the daylight to extend into the evening.
Oh, and I'm ready to go on an all-expenses paid "vacation" at the end of the month.
March, I have high hopes for you. You'd better deliver.
Leftover Pork (chicken, beef, any kind of meat)
Salt & Pepper
Crushed Red Pepper
I melted just a little REAL butter in the pan and threw in an onion, a little pressed garlic, and green pepper. I seasoned the vegetables with a few shakes of salt & pepper, a LITTLE cumin, and crushed red pepper--saute until soft. Shred the leftover meat and toss with the vegetables until warmed through.
I roll these babies up in flour tortillas, sprinkle on a little cheese, and top with sour cream. A dream in your mouth. Really, it's that good.
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