Thursday, March 31, 2011

Rant of the Year.


I feel trapped.

And I'm pissed. I'm so pissed I am actually stuffing my face with Peanut M & Ms right now. It's called emotional eating.

Let me tell you a story.

In December of 2010, I called to transfer our phone and Internet services with AT &T because we bought a home and were moving. I was told by three different CSRs that AT & T Internet was not available in the area we were moving to. Regretfully, I chose to terminate the services all together because I wanted to keep our phone/Internet/cable as a bundle package and clearly that could not be done with AT & T. I was not happy to switch companies, because I really like the services that were provided. The scheduled day for the terminated services was Dec. 20th.

In January of 2011, we received a bill from AT & T for $159.32. I called AT & T to inquire as to why we had a $150.00 early termination fee because it was not our fault that we had to terminate, THEY WEREN'T AVAILABLE FOR SERVICE. I spoke with Lisa in Billing at 4:25 pm on January 12th and she assured me that it was a mistake on behalf of the company and would be taken care of. I only had a remaining balance of $9.32, which I paid right then over the  phone with the confirmation # of 31M7CSRIYI0Q00. (I don't mess around)

And let's be honest here. This wasn't a "quick call" to AT & T. I was on the phone for probably close to 30 minutes waiting on hold and repeating myself to the automated teller and yelling at my kids to stop acting crazy because they didn't have my undivided attention. I think I even burned dinner that night because of my distraction.

So Lisa tells me it is taken care of. I foolishly believed her and happily got off the phone thinking the thing was handled. Oh, but I was wrong. In February we got another statement showing the total amount due of $135.53. Some where in there AT & T granted me a credit of $14.47 for Internet Services for 12/20/10 - 01/06/11. I have no idea what the credit is for and funny enough, I didn't even have service through that date, AS I TERMINATED ON 12/20/10. I don't think I was billed for services for that time, so why would I have a credit?

I call back as soon as I received February's statement and this is where is gets really good. Upon waiting my 32-minute turn to speak with a CSR, I finally get transferred to a woman who I cannot understand. I didn't write her name down because I couldn't understand what she was saying. I told her my story and she transferred me to Geraldine. I told Geraldine my story and she said my "appeal to deny charges" was pending until March 18th, where in I would find out if they accepted my request or not. ??? Back in January, Lisa told me it was taken care of, remember? So after explaining to this to Geraldine, she says she doesn't know why the charges wouldn't have been taken care of AS IT IS THE POLICY TO NOT CHARGE CUSTOMERS EARLY TERM FEES IF THE COMPANY CANNOT PROVIDE SERVICES. She transfers me to Pamela James. I tell Pamela my story and she transfers me to another woman I cannot understand. I tell my story to this woman and she transfers me to a man that I cannot understand.

And let me clarify. When I say "I can't understand" it is because they are speaking such poor English with a such a heavy accent that I cannot understand what they are saying. Also, each time I get transferred, the phone line gets just a little bit more static-y sounding, so that isn't helping.

So the man transfers me to Chris. I tell Chris my story and Chris says he can't help me, but he'll transfer me to someone who can. Chris sends me  to another woman I can't understand who sends me to another woman I can't understand very well, but well enough to hear her say that she takes only takes calls for customers who live in Oklahoma and Arkansas and has absolutely no clue as to why she is talking to me.

Excuse my harsh letters, but this was a big WTF moment for me. And I think that word is completely appropriate for this situation, don't you?

"Woman I cannot understand" gets me back to the Indiana call center (I think, but who knows anything at this point?) and I speak with Maria who I tell my story to, almost in tears, and very nicely tell her I am about to lose it. She was the nicest person I spoke to the whole day and after several minutes on hold -yet again- she comes back to say that I have to wait for March's statement, but she thinks everything was taken care of.

After a deep breath and much doubt, I hang up with Maria.

Let's count those transfers. 9. NINE. And I was on the phone for almost an hour and a half because each one of those transfers had their own wait time.

And here is where it gets even better. I never received a March statement from AT & T telling me this issue had been resolved. On March 26th, I received a letter from EOS CCA stating that AT & T sent my account to collections.  COLLECTIONS. AT & T is no longer even associated with my account and the only way to move forward is to either type a "letter of appeal" to EOS CCA explaining why I do not think I am responsible for this charge and wait for them to take it up with AT & T or JUST PAY IT.

As a woman who is about to have a baby, I have all kinds of crazy hormones running around, and honestly do not have the energy to sit on the phone or type out a "letter of appeal" without crying, screaming, and threatening non-lady-like actions.

As a woman who has three other children running around, I don't have the time to sit on the phone to explain this or type out a letter of appeal.

And as a customer who I believe has never even been late on a payment to AT & T, this is completely ridiculous and I will never NEVER never use AT & T for any other service in my lifetime. Even if they are the only one available...I'd rather go without, thank you.

So, it looks like I am going to pay it. $135.53 to a collection company because I worry that my personal credit is being affected and I just can't talk about it or worry about it or wonder if my "intent to appeal" has been granted anymore.

And isn't that just about the worst Customer Service story you've ever heard? Ay ay ay.

And if you would like to help a sister out, link to my blog from yours, post it on facebook, or e-mail all your friends and family. I'd like to think that somewhere out in the cyberworld this post might just make it to the right person who can give me a freaking  answer AND my $135.53 back.

Lucky Number 7.


This handsome boy turned 7 on Friday.

Triston is a complicated person, in a good way. He is very smart and comprehends ideas/issues/theories far beyond his age level which leads to some pretty interesting conversations. (and often leaves me worn out from thinking about age appropriate answers)

He often asks me why he can't be the boss

He is one of the most loyal people I know. He'll stand beside his family, friends, and for what he thinks is right at all costs.  He gets this from his Dad.

Triston lives for fun. He can make the most boring and mundane thing into a pretty fun game. Of course, this isn't always a great thing. He is often up at the crack of dawn ready to go.

He eats like a full grown man. And always asks for dessert. He prefers the sweet side of life.

Trison is a natural athlete and takes competition to the next level. He also gets this from his Dad. Don't try to play board games with either of them.

Happy Birthday, Triston.
You are something special.

Tuesday, March 29, 2011

8 1/2 Month Belly Shot Bloopers

I thought this black dress with the sneaks looked so cute...


....until I saw the picture. Ay ay ay. I always wondered why moms dress like, well, moms. Now I know. I guess at some point you just loose your fashion sense. (Was it when I refused to buy skinny jeans?)


Double chin alert.


This one is my favorite. Why the HELL do I have a roll above my maternity pants? And what is that sticking out beside my elbow? I totally know the answer: one too many swiss cake rolls.

(A side note: Travis just asked me to wear something that covers my belly completely at our fancy dinner with the governer tomorrow night. How funny and appropriate is that?)



This doesn't really have to do with bloopers...Bear, our friends' dog, came to play during our shoot. If I can't get an English Bulldog, I want a Mastiff. I mean, we'll already have a house full, why not add a dog that weighs as much as a grown man?



Sexy prego shot? Ummm....no.



Tent dress + sun in your face + neighbors landscaping that I snuck in to = another no.

And that wraps it up for the pictures. The ones of just me. Even though I think some of them turned out great and I think my MIL did a fantastic job, it's still a little weird. Let's make the next pregnancy related pictures I post ones that include a newborn...and the rest of my family.




Monday, March 28, 2011

8 1/2 Month Belly Shots

I'm a little behind. This coming Saturday I will be officially 9 months, with only 3 weeks to go, if I want to be induced! I'm leaning towards not being induced, but most days I feel like dying, so we'll see how I'm feeling then. But then, you have to think in terms of logistics and...there are too many "what-if" scenerios...to not be induced. I like to be in control, you know.

 As I mentioned, my mother-in-law took some maternity photos for me. It was kind of fun, but mostly awkward, and now I have 30+ pictures of just me. And what do you do with pictures of just yourself?

Here's a few of the ones that turned out well...










And, like I said, I have some really horrible ones, too.

I'll post those tomorrow.




Saturday, March 26, 2011

Let's Revisit This.


A long while ago, I posted my Chicken Fettuccine Alfredo recipe. I really don't make it that often because as Mrs. O would say, "this is a sometimes meal". I don't even want to know the caloric count on this dish. And you probably don't either.

But, I made it last week, sans the chicken, with a little tweaking to the sauce. I think this recipe is as good as any alfredo you can get at a restaurant and it's SO EASY to make. And equally as easy to eat because it is so fantastic.

As adapted from Better Homes & Garden's New Cookbook, 15th edition

*per 8 oz. of Fettuccine:

a few cloves of garlic, minced
2 T. butter
1 c. whipping cream
few shakes of salt
few shakes of cracked black pepper
1/2 c. grated Parmesan
fresh spinach leaves (optional)

I double this recipe and it feeds my family of 5 plus a little for leftovers. Get your noodles started, boil until al dente. Drain pasta and using the same pot, melt your butter over medium heat and saute your garlic for just a minute. Add the cream and salt & pepper. Turn your heat up and as the sauce starts to boil, reduce heat and stir until it starts to thicken. Once it starts to thicken, remove from heat all together and stir in your Parmesan. Stir well until Parmesan is fully melted and add your pasta to the sauce. Toss to coat well and while it is still warm, stir in your spinach leaves, if you like that sort of thing. I stir the leaves around to coat them with sauce and then put a lid on my pot for just a couple of minutes to get them to wilt faster.

Serve with crusty garlic bread or breadsticks and then plan on taking a nap. All those carbs will get you, no doubt. But, rest assured, it will be a seriously happy slumber.

Thursday, March 24, 2011

Funtime at the Grocery.


I don't usually feel the need for help with the boys, which is a good thing because I have a husband who has always and continues to work llllloooooonnnngggg hours. He is often away more than he is home. And somehow we make that work out pretty well.

But lately? Ay ay ay. I am feeling a little overwhelmed.

Today I took all three plus my giant basketball to two different stores. We were nearly out of everything (I wish I were exaggerating) so it was a big trip. With heavy carts. And 6 little eyes and hands scanning the store for something, anything. I even had to give out a couple early bedtimes.


yeah, that is my stomach.

I totally wish my mom (or you, Nicol) lived in my town on days like these.

We packed our SUV completely full..back hatch and two little hooligans in the third row, middle seat plus a little Brycer, middle floor boards, and the passenger seat. I had a heavy heart all the way home because unloading everything? Worse than shopping for it, right?

To my surprise, Travis just happened to be home for lunch so he brought everything inside. Score!

So it might have taken me something like 2 hours to finally get in the kitchen and put everything away, but at least it's done. And that pretty much summed up my day. Because I have yet to do anything else. Except plans to dig in to the ice cream I bought for myself and watch Grey's after all the littles are tucked in tight.

And that might make the whole trip worth it. Help or not.

Monday, March 21, 2011

We're On Spring Break

We'll be back later this week.


Here's a sneak peak at the maternity photos my Mother-in-Law took.
Stay tuned because there are some really funny/horrible/tent-like ones that I am most certainly not afraid to share.

P.S. Today is the first day of Spring. I am happy.

Thursday, March 17, 2011

We Awoke and Found...


that Leprechauns left the boys a treat.

And since I recently found out I have a little Irish in my blood...

Happy St. Pat's to ya.

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

He Has Arrived!

What? Did you think I meant the baby? No. I meant the new champion in wrestling.

Meet the new city champ:


And the 3rd runner up:


We couldn't be prouder or happier for these two:


I'm not going to lie. Wrestling 4 days a week was pretty exhausting and I am glad it's over for now. These guys did a heck of a job all season and Jackson even got to wrestle his self-proclaimed enemy again on Monday night. The other boy won (and body slammed my poor boy more than once) and ultimately became the champ in their weight class. Jackson was happy with 3rd place, though, and as one of the youngest wrestlers (if not the youngest) in the entire division, we thought he did a really great job.

Triston, though. Wowza. This boy has a lot of strength and a drive to match. I think he was a little surprised with himself when they called his name as the city champ, but we were definitely not. He pushes hard to get what he wants and after getting pinned a couple times early in the season, he decided he was going to win. And that is exactly what he did. In fact, our whole team did a really great job.

Being a wrestling mom has kind of grown on me and the boys can't wait to start again in October. For now, on to soccer. It starts in two weeks. And then, baseball. And then...

Ay ay ay.

Monday, March 14, 2011

Maybe I'll Just Make These Every Day.


Last week I was sitting in the library with the kiddos when everyone had to pee at the same time. Even though I complained (because I didn't want to get up) I was happy to take them all at once because parents of multiple children might know what I mean...you'll take one, then come back to another that suddenly has to go, then another...and so on.


It can be quite exhausting.


So we made our way to the bathroom in the library and endured the usual yelling- because-it-echos and turning out the lights because a certain 3-year-old thinks its funny and then running out on me while I'm using the bathroom. Have I mentioned how awesome it is to be the mother of 3 rowdy boys ages 6, 5, and 3? It's awesome. (It actually really is...)


On the way back, I was drawn to an over-sized book on the "New Material" shelf that had the word CAKE written across its front in big letters. Hello! I love cake. This book was meant for my eyes to see first, before anyone else, and then for me to take into the children's library and drool over all the pictures while my kids battle each other with giant cardboard bricks.


The book is called A World of Cake, and features popular cake recipes from, well, across the world. I am not really a fan of foreign desserts, though. Most likely because of all the sugar and partially hydrogenated corn syrup and all the other yucky stuff that we put in our foods here in the States. All that yucky stuff = amazing tasting desserts, right? Not to mention portion sizes. If you are going to eat chocolate cake, it should be a lot of it at once, right?


The N. American section of the book is really why I ended up checking it out. It has the easiest recipe for...Funnel Cakes, carnival style. And if there is one thing to know about me it is the infinity I have for food in gross places. Like a carnival, especially the carnival. Or a bowling alley. Or hole-in-the-wall diners that you may or may not be afraid to use their bathroom. Or the Waffle House.

But, who knew the funnel cake recipe was so easy? I should have been making these for years by now, but last week was my first time and it was everything I hoped. In fact, I couldn't stop eating it. And it even has variations, like the Mexican funnel cake full of diced apples with cinnamon and sugar.


I am totally game for that.




The funnel cakes I made were as good as the ones you can get at any carnival across the Mid-West in the middle of July, but there was no ambiance that came with it like the  bright neon lights, the smell of lemon rinds (no doubt from lemonade shake-ups!) and greasy carnies...only the flicker of my kitchen neon above the sink and maybe a greasy kid or two. I'm not sure which is better. :)



Anyway, here's the recipe.


2 1/2 c. all-purpose flour
1/4 c. sugar
2 t. baking powder
1/2 t. salt
2 eggs
1 1/2 c. milk
1 t. vanilla
3 c. vegetable or canola oil


First, combine the dry ingredients in a small bowl. In a seperate bowl, beat the eggs, milk, and vanilla until frothy. Gradually add the combined dry ingredients until all is well blended.


Meanwhile, in a heavy bottom pot heat the oil over medium heat until ready. You can test the temperature by adding just a small amount of batter into the oil. When it browns, your oil is ready.


I didn't put two and two together and realize I needed a funnel for this recipe. Since I didn't have one, I just poured my batter into a ziplock bag and cut the tip of one side. It worked perfectly, but if you have a cooking funnel you should use it. But who has a cooking funnel?

 Gently let the batter pour into the hot oil, pouring from the center outward, to create kind of a swirling pattern. When the bottom of the cake is just browned, gently flip over to other side. When golden on both sides, use tongs to remove the cake from the pot onto a paper towel-lined paper plate.


While still hot, sprinkle powdered sugar or cinnamon-sugar over the cake. The book also suggests whip cream and strawberries. Yum.


The Mexican funnel cake calls for chopped apples added to the batter before frying and then following the rest of the directions above, and then sprinkling cinnamon-sugar on top. Double yum.




Did I just make your day?!
Your welcome.

Friday, March 11, 2011

"Focus On Yourself and Less On Others"

This is the phrase I found myself using just this morning. "Focus on yourself, I blurted, and less on the others around you!" As it was coming out of my mouth, I knew what I was saying was contradictory to everything we teach our kids.

But. Here's the deal. And there's always a deal, right?


This five-year-old


loves to tattle


on everyone and everything around him


all. the. time.

And it drives me bananas.

For reals.

I am taking suggestions.


PS. Someone nominated my blog as a top Mom Food Blog If you would be a dear, click here and then click the "alphabetical" tab, scroll down to my blog (Completely Outnumbered) and "like" me. Thanks, you just made my day! :)

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

Taco Friday Is Coming Up...

He is totally excited about Taco Friday. And totally excited for his front teeth to come in, too.

Are you ready?

Here's the recipe for French Taco Salad.

 It's delicious.

1 lb. ground beef
1 can of black beans or kidney beans
taco seasoning
1 bottle french salad dressing
tomato
shredded cheese
romaine lettuce
1 bag Nacho Cheese Doritos

Cook ground beef until browned, drain grease and add taco seasoning. Prepare as directed on back on pouch. Set aside. Cut up enough tomato, cheese, and lettuce to cover a 9 x 13 casserole dish, 3-4 tomatoes and 1 romaine heart. Toss meat, beans, tomatoes, 1/2 bag of crushed up Doritos and cheese  in a large bowl and combine with french dressing. Mix well and spread out evenly in dish. Sprinkle top with chopped lettuce and more cheese and then top with remaining Doritos to cover.

Yum. Yum. Yum. Yum. Yum.

On previous taco nights, I always add Mexican rice and a couple of cans of canned tropical fruit salad for dessert.

What a perfect meal.

And tonight, as I was writing this, I was making a big pot of Chicken Vegetable Soup. It was a total bummer compared this recipe.

*Note! This isn't something that will last into the next day...keep ingredients separate and mix before eating if serving it for later or if you think you will have leftovers!


Monday, March 7, 2011

Surprised!


These two girls make being married way more fun. You know, the whole in-law thing. Thankfully, I've never had a problem with mine and when we all get together it is like hanging out with your best friends (plus really cute nephews and one little niece!).

They surprised me on Saturday by throwing me a baby shower at Biaggi's. Just an hour before Danielle came to pick me up, I was cleaning our church in no make-up and sweats. It was pouring rain outside and dark clouds hovered. At the last minute, because Danielle always looks cute and because I decided to boycott the rain, chilly weather, and lack of sun, I decided to actually get ready and wear yellow. Good thing, huh?
The plan was for her and I to hit Target and the mall, have lunch and just hang out. She got me to Biaggi's by telling me she had to pick up a gift card for her in-law's anniversary. I didn't think a thing about it, even when she wanted me to come in with her and as she suspiciously walked right past the front desk and around the corner. She's also a good liar, which I will have to watch from now on, because as she be-bopped to our table she explained that she knew someone who worked there and they were going to help her with the gift card. I totally bought it.


We walked around the corner and there were several of my friends, plus my mom, mother-in-law, and my other sister-in-law, Macy, who lives 3 hours away.


With the exception of  a few friends who couldn't make it and a friend who lives in Florida, the guest list was perfect. Macy said she had to do some major blog and facebook stalking to find everyone, the perks of social-media, I guess. I, in perfect timing, deleted my facebook account just days before they started making the guest list, so they had to rely on Travis. "Old friends" and "mommy friends" and "new friends" were able to come. And no one said a word about it! That is pretty good, I surely would have let it slip.
Check out this amazing cake that Danielle made herself...

And that little package you see beside the cake was full of caaaakkkkee bbaaaaaaallllls as favors for everyone. Oreo cake balls. Yum.

I can't even say how sweet this whole thing was. I truly do have the best family and friends, with or without a surprise shower, and I am very blessed to be counted among  such strong and wonderful women as one of their friends.

The gifts that everyone brought were just perfect and I am pretty much done preparing for this little boy. If we can finally get our crib set up, everything will be done.

Thanks again for everyone who came (because most read this blog) and to my sisters-in-law for preparing such a beautiful shower, I felt very special!

Saturday, March 5, 2011

Officially Kickstarted.

I haven't really had the nesting instinct kick yet with this kid in the same way it happened with the others. Maybe because it is my 4th pregnancy, or maybe because it is my 4th son and "I've been there, done that" so to speak. But, actually I'm thinking that is has more to do with the fact that time is just freaking flying by and tomorrow I'm going to wake up and realize that I'm in labor and don't even have a car seat yet. (But that one is actually covered, thanks Amber!)

But, last week this chick took me as her guest to a pre-sale consignment event and the nesting instinct totally got kickstarted. I scored a Bjorn for $15 and a cute little bouncy seat for $10, plus an extra diaper bag and a few little things. (And can I just say, hanging out with her for a bit was the most fun I've had in a long time. Old friends are a good remedy for....everything.)

Now, I'm feeling the heat. In just a few days time I've started cleaning out closets, getting all crafty, prepping to re-vamp some furniture, stocking up on baby goods and organizing organizing organizing, which makes my husband really happy for some reason. 

If only I could keep my own (two) closets organized.




It's really quite sad that a grown person's closet looks like this...but I bet my mama would say that looks pretty normal. I mean, she was around for my high school years and tells scary stories about not being able to see the floor in my bedroom until I moved out. And when your clothes decide not to fit you like, all of a sudden, what else can you do besides try on everything at once and then decide you are too tired to hang it all back up? Am I right or am I right?

Back to the nesting.

It's pretty perfect timing, all this nesting business, because quite to my surprise I walked right in to a baby shower today honoring, well...me.

I was very surprised. And I'll post all the juicy deets next time.


Friday, March 4, 2011

All the Makings of a Scary Movie...and Really Good Tacos.

A few weeks ago I posted about how Jackson had discovered Bozo by accident and had decided on his own that it was some scary shhhhiz. Like the whole Bigfoot craze, the boys have become obsessed with clowns. The new game they play is Bozo, in which they chase each other around the house and growl or threaten each other with Bozo showing up at their birthday parties.

In an effort to curb this and also for them to go to bed at night without talking about red hair and painted faces, I decided to show the boys actual footage of the Bozo show on youtube. Because I totally watched Bozo on Saturday mornings when I was a kid and I never once thought it was scary. It worked! The footage I showed them was of a boy, about Triston's age, that got to spin a wheel and win a whole crapload of toys and of course Bozo and the audience was very excited about this and Jackson was totally in to it.


Jackson asked, a couple of days later, if he could look at pictures of Bozo on the Internet, so I typed in his name and hit "Images". Happy-looking clowns filled the screen and Jackson would point to one and ask to enlarge it, all the while making the connection that this dude is really fun and happy. My attention quickly faded and I mentally moved on to something else. Jackson told me to click on another image and because I am a bad mom and wasn't paying attention, this is what was enlarged on our computer screen:




Seriously? That is an effing scary clown. I snapped back to the present when Jackson asked if that was Bozo's evil brother. I told Jackson that it was a character from a scary movie (as we all know, It) that crazy adults sometimes like to watch, and we left it at that. He didn't act scared or bothered but we shut it down for the night.


That was last week. 2 days ago we sat down to draw pictures and we started out drawing sweet little houses and smiling people and brightly colored balloons. The balloons must have triggered "clown" for Jackson because this is what he drew next (and appropriately labeled by himself):



Of course Travis thought this was more disturbing than I did, probably because my dad let me watch really scary movies when I was a kid (Uhhh...can we say The Exorcist at age 10? Not a good parenting move.) and it just doesn't bother me as much. I mean, it is kind of funny.


But last night it all culminated when I dreamed my car was being hijacked, at night, in the rain, by....clowns. It was a nightmare, one of those that you kind of freak out and then wake up. Not cool, and who do I have to thank? PBS and Google. Public Broadcasting (which I always say is trying to indoctrinate. Hello?! NPR and Sesame Street? Yeah.) and the Internet.

Who would've thought, right?

On a lighter note, because I love my family, I have totally turned Friday night into.....dunh dunh duhn TACO NIGHT. I might be the most excited about this. No no, actually Travis will be the most excited about this whenever I decide to tell him, because I just decided TODAY that it is going to be a weekly affair. I have a yummy new recipe courtesy of a friend, but I have to get it from her first, and it calls for French salad dressing! Can you believe it? You might think French and Mexican don't mesh, but you are so wrong. Because this recipe is seriously delicious. So...I guess what I am saying is come back next week and you, too, could have a Friday night filled with delicious tacos!

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

Guess Who's Coming!


Spring. That's who. And it's about dang time, right? I changed the wreath on our front door and it felt like my life was changing. No more winter blues! Even though it is still a little cold in Hoosier country, I am making March the bring-it-all-out month. Spring flowers (fake ones), 3/4 sleeve tops (the ones that will fit me), sandals, cute little Crocs for the kids (because I refuse to ties shoes once it is warm) Easter decor and Easter baskets, new running shoes and capri yoga pants (I am totally ready to hit the pavement, you know, after I drop this babe), and pastels galore (especially Easter edition M & Ms). I've even got a "landscaping rake" on my shopping list for this week. And garden stuff!

Wow. I just got way to excited. Can you see what happens when you live with boys?

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

T-Bone Makes Dinner.

I was anxious to get home. Absence really does make the heart grow fonder, especially when there is constant movement and noise in every aspect of your life. And as of right now, that even includes while I'm sleeping. (baby needs a whippin' already).


Like I said in the previous post, I felt crappy. A combination of all the sugar I ate + sleeping on an air mattress + all the walking and standing. That is a hard thing when you've been pretty sedentary for the last 2 months. I was aware that the moment I walked in the door I would have to "clock in" and be ready for all the chaos that comes with having 3 boys in the house.


But, Travis really took care of everything. The kids were hyper, and I think they ran their Nana off, but besides the mountain of laundry that had piled, the house was clean, the kids were clean and they all got to church on time. Score!
The garage had been cleaned and organized, the yard had been raked and sticks had been picked up, all the hardware was finally taken down around our bay window so we can put up a curtain, and most importantly...the hatch got fixed. This is exciting news.

Travis even cooked dinner that night and tried to clean up all by himself and told me to go watch the Oscars. Whhhhaaat? I'm not sure what has gotten into him, but I'll take it. (And maybe I should go away more often?) What did I do? I helped him of course, but I also played with my little stinkers and took 2 steaming hot baths, just because, and I did watch the Oscars, too, just for a little while. Favorite dress? Halle Berry's.

Travis made what we call stir-fry around here. Here's a figure-it-out-for-yourself version of how to make it.

Saute carrots, cabbage, onions, and garlic together in just a little oil until soft. In another pan saute chicken and garlic (we like garlic) together until done and add to vegetables. In a pot, boil thin spaghetti noodles (or sometimes we make rice instead) until done and add to chicken and vegetables. Add the amount of soy sauce you like and toss well to coat. Eat up, because it is good!


Here's to good husbands!

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