Sunday, November 21, 2010

Owl and Bird Dress

I ran into some adorable owl and bird fabric at Walmart (of all places). And by adorable I mean irresistible, as in really really cute, as in I bought enough for her dress and then the two remaining yards on the bolt.
And then the miracle:
I actually sewed it into a dress for her. A dress with sleeves and button holes. Wowza. This is a big thing for me - a positive clothes-sewing experience.
AND
It was done for her to wear to church today. I might have been sewing the buttons on at breakfast this morning, but done is done. HOORAY!
Check it out!

Friday, November 19, 2010

My Thanksgiving To Do List:

1. Make Aut-yum Leaves and Acorn dough nuts for Jacob's preschool snack next week because they look so adorable and delicious.
2. Make 300 heart shaped marshmallows for Tyler's wedding. Never made homemade marshmallows? Didn't know you could? Try it. It's actually really easy - just takes time.
3. Finish a very exciting project with Blurb.com as my helper (more info to come - let's just say I'm trying my hand at illustrating...)
4. Print out these adorable tic-tac-turkey papers for all the little kids at our Thanksgiving dinner.
5. Prepare my YW lesson for church Sunday. It's on gratitude, what a wonderful coincidence.
6. Run six miles tomorrow. I've gotta be ready for my Turkey Trot.
7. Clean my house. Clean the church (it's our day).
8. Make pumpkin roll for my neighbor Nora. She's in her late sixties (I think), and has a terrific laugh. She's having a bunch of family over for turkey dinner and I'd love to make a treat for her to share.
9. Laundry
10. Figure out who's watching Colonel while we're gone.
11. Thaw out the pies Rus decided to freeze (that were fresh and would have been perfectly happy in the fridge...) that we're using tomorrow night for an elder's quorum social. Why, why, why.
12. Say thank you. To everyone.

What about you?

This morning I woke up to...

Poop.
Actually I woke up to Beau crying, 2 minutes after the alarm went off and 7 minutes before I really planned on getting up. When I opened my door I was hit with the smell of poop. Colonel's poop. I took care of Beau, convinced him to go back to sleep, and then walked back to my room.
"Colonel either has really bad gas or he pooped," I told Rus (waking him up), before heading to change my clothes for my run.
"I gave him Beau's cheeseburger last night. [Great.] Maybe he's lactose intolerant," [Right. Or maybe he got fed too late], Rus told me. Then he went downstairs and I could hear him dragging Colonel's crate to the backdoor. Poop it was.
I headed out for my run minus a crap covered Colonel - Regular Colonel wants to pee on every bush we pass and surely Colonel-With-The-Runs would be much worse.
When I came home I gave Colonel a bath in our bathtub. Gross. He wasn't caked with poop, which is the only reason I didn't hose him down outside - well that and the 20 deg. temperature.
I knew he appreciated the warm bath and nice smelling soap when he crapped right on my bathmat after his bath. If he wasn't appreciative he would have crapped on the carpet (my bathroom is carpeted - why, why why.)
I took him and the soiled mat outside. I'm learning such a profound amount of things owning my first dog - like this - a dog with the runs stays outside. Then while I was already dirty/sweaty/wet I cleaned out his crate. Fun.
I was just finishing up when Rus met me on the other side of the window by the hose. It was opened to help air out our house.
"Thanks for cleaning out his crate," he told me.
"Your welcome. Especially since you fed him a hamburger. I don't think he likes Del Taco," I replied.
Rus laughed and then countered by sweetly telling me I had poop on my shirt and pants. Considering the events of the morning I was shocked. No not really.
Dog.
Man's best friend.
Jury's still out for Women.

Sunday, November 14, 2010

Loony to Lordsburg

We decided to celebrate Veteran's Day by going to the Botanic gardens. Bekah vividly remembered going there last year to take family pictures and playing in the leaves - an experience she apparently loved. She was a little disappointed to find only wet, un-raked leaves this time but countered her disappointment by saying we'd have to return next weekend. Jacob put in a request for "crunchy leaves" next time. Beau was there for the miniature train and didn't care at all about leaves. I was actually there to just pass the time until meeting up with Emilee and her boyfriend Chip who were up for a quick visit to tighten her braces, among other things. We had a fun, eventful family lunch that certainly brightened my day.
On Friday Rus convinced the whole family to play hookey. He wrote Bekah a note and invited her to miss school and go camping instead. She is reading well but her comprehension needs some work - it took some explaining before she realized she got to miss school.
We loaded up the pop up trailer and the Man Van and we were headed south by 10am. You know you've got kids when "first thing in the morning" turns into 10am, and "light packing" means three kids, a dog, two leap pads, a large cooler and a small plug-in cooler, a camera bag, two suitcases, five winter coats and five sweaters, a motorcycle helmet and boots (that didn't get used), the "big" diaper bag, and three backpacks filled with toys for each child. Oh and two parents, three bags of m&ms and a large Dr. Pepper for Rus.
Our camping destination was Lordsburg, NM. Rus's parents are building a house there and Rus thought he could help his Dad out for a day while the kids and I got some fresh air.
We stopped on the way down at Fort Cummings, a crumbling old fort on the road between Hatch and Deming. We had fun checking out the ruins and an old spring house that was built in the 1800s. To be truthful, Beau had fun collecting rocks and holding them in his shirt; Jacob had fun walking around the old rocks but was really envious of a big stick that Bekah found; Bekah was obsessed with keeping the bottom of an old glass bottle that she believed the Indians left there. I was just happy to walk around because my butt was sore from riding in the car. Rus loved checking out the ruins.We made it to Lordsburg around 4pm and visited/walked around Roger and Louise's house that is all framed up with the electrical currently being added. It's really neat construction because it's made out of rastra - a concrete foam block that is stabilized with rebar and concrete. There are no load bearing walls inside, which I found really interesting and appealing. The interior walls have metal studs and the floor will be a glazed concrete in all the rooms except the bedrooms which will have carpet. The south side of the house has five(?) HUGE windows that will - as Emilee pointed out - make it the perfect home for a cat as there are plenty of sunny places to nap in.
Just southeast of the house is a huge shop/shed made of metal. This is where we camped. Rus backed the pop up into the shop through a roll-up door. We used the electrical from the shop to power our pop up and used the water hook ups to fill up the tank in the pop up. This was a whole new kind of camping. The best thing about it was there was no light filtering in on us in the morning and so the kids slept until 7am. The worst part was that it was COLD - it got down under 20 degrees that night. Brrr. I HATE being cold. I went to bed with the kids at 8:30 because I was so cold and there was nothing else to do!
The next day I went for a run while Rus made breakfast and fed the kids. Six miles in one hour. The only impressive thing about that is that I actually went for a run. Tyler, Amy and I are doing a 10K turkey trot on Thanksgiving day in Mesa and so I've been running a few miles everyday and six miles on Saturdays. Colonel is my running buddy. I've had better - usually my running buddies don't pee on every bush they pass and make me carry a doggy bag just in case. Blech.
While Rus worked on installing conduit and screwing in (up?) outlet boxes, the kids and I built an adobe-ish fort. Bekah and I did the big rocks, Jacob pointed out other rocks for us to use, and Beau added the small rocks. It's amazing it got this tall at all.
Yes, Beau is still wearing his jammies, with a face to shame any mother. Jacob's hair had so much dirt in it his grandma told him it would turn to mud in the shower. I saw Bekah sliding upside-down down a hill and just cringed imagining the knots I'd have to comb out of her hair. But we did have a good time. It turned out that Rus's parents were only planning on being there till about noon, so we packed up and headed back home after having lunch at McDonalds with Roger, Louise, and Emilee who had driven over to see the progress.
It was a quick trip but a nice retreat. As always Rus and I got to talk a lot on the drive while the kids played and yelled and cried. I have a terrific best friend, even if he is a bit loony and loves long drives on deserted roads.

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

Doctor, Please

Really, what child does this? Is your daughter begging you to go to the doctor, saying her shots aren't up to date and she needs her vision checked?
I didn't think so.
Here's the proof:
"Mom, Please reminder to sign me and Jacob up for going to the doctor's.""Mom please don't forget to call the doctor today."November 18th, 4pm. There you go Miss Bekah. The health profession surely views you as a model patient.

Monday, November 8, 2010

Broccoli ala Worm

Saturday was reminiscent of one of my own childhood days. In a word - chores. I cleaned the bathrooms and then headed outside to clean up my droopy, frostbitten garden and save whatever surviving crop there was. I was surprised at the number of tomatoes and chiles that were plump and ripe and at the broccoli that looked just perfect. So later that night I made tacos...and broccoli. I steamed it, my favorite way, and then doled out portions to the kids, Rus and myself. I made cheese sauce for it too, and found myself scarfing up all of my broccoli before Rus even sat down. He was the one to discover a little white worm inside his tree trunk, dead of course. I looked to my own pile of trees to root out any worms and felt a little queasy when I noticed my clean plate. Yuck. I was suddenly disgusted with myself for not passing my broccoli through security before letting it into my mouth and stomach.
Gross, gross. Store bought produce never brought me any surprises like that!
Next important thing: Jacob read Hop on Pop in church yesterday. Not the whole book or even half, but he sounded out words on a couple of pages and proclaimed it to everyone as the sacrament was passed. "Dad! I read HAT! ED NED BED!" I was and am super excited for him.
And last: We had dinner at a friend's house last night. We see them about once a year and I love that it doesn't change our friendship a bit - we just have more to talk about. This time I was so happy that they were in their new house (kids ate in the kitchen, adults in the formal dining room), and couldn't see me make Bekah try a bite of homemade mac and cheese - which she gagged on - and then barfed into her cup. Blech. That girl's gag reflex is something else. Maybe I should trust her when she says she won't like it?

Sunday, November 7, 2010

Sunday Morning

This morning was a long one.
No really, it was an hour longer - daylight savings time, you know...
I grew up in AZ and lived there 23 years, perfectly content to never have the time change on me in my sleep, so I still allow myself a few griping words each time daylight savings swoops in to mess up my schedule.
But, apart from all that, I had a really lovely morning. Bekah and Jacob somehow got Beau's braces off and helped him out of his crib. I'm not exactly sure how, but there wasn't any awful shrieking or crying, so I was appreciative. He came running into our room, yelling, "Russy!"
Yep. You totally read that right. Russy. I dare say I went from semi-asleep to laughing out loud at that one. Oh my. Rus just groaned as said, "Great. Now there are two people who call me that. My mom and Beau." (Hehehe...)
Beau then climbed on the bed and in his own language said, "Mom! Eat!" That kid's stomach is the first thing on his mind in the mornings...just like me. I was still happily cozy in my covers so I stayed put and he diverted his attention to his tote of toys in the playroom nearby. He ran there and pushed the whole tote back to my room, right by my side of the bed, and proceeded to throw his favorite toys up next to me - LittlePeople train with three cars and a tractor and the man that goes with it. Beau calls all men "Rus." So Beau climbed onto the bed, retrieved his toys, and the little train/tractor driver, a.k.a. "Rus," was jumping on Rus's back just a few minutes later.
"Rus! Rus! Russy!"
Seriously. How could you wake up sad to that? Rus tried to pinch me each time I giggled and encouraged Beau, but it was an ineffective deterrent.
Minutes later Bekah and Jacob joined the fun so I left them to tackle Rus so I could get them breakfast. We had waffles with Special Syrup. That's what I named the syrup because it's so sweet I only allow it on special days. Today was Sunday. Special.

And so this post isn't completely pointless, I'm going to share my recipe with you. I make these at least twice a week. I have the recipe memorized. I have a breakfast thing, you know.

Whole Wheat Waffles/Pancakes
2 eggs, separated
1 1/4 cup milk
1/4 cup oil
1 cup whole wheat flour (or just white flour is fine)
2 Tbl. flax meal, optional
1 Tbl. baking powder
2 tsp. sugar
1/2 tsp. salt

Separate eggs, placing the whites in a small bowl and the yolks in a larger bowl. To the yolks add the remaining ingredients. Beat egg whites with a hand mixer until peaks form. Use the hand mixer to beat the other ingredients until well mixed. Fold in egg whites. Use batter for either waffles or pancakes. Refrigerate any remaining and use the next day.

*Here is my super secret favorite way of eating pancakes - I pour the batter onto the griddle and let it cook until it has just set up. Then I top it with sliced bananas, chopped hazelnuts, splenda brown sugar and a dash of cinnamon. When it's ready to turn I scoop it up with a spatula, quickly rub the griddle with butter, and then flip it over onto the butter. The brown sugar kind of caramelizes and it is simply delicious. It doesn't need syrup although if you've made special syrup, it is an extra treat.

Syrup: (Half batch, just enough for me and my kids.)
1/4 cup buttermilk (or milk + a little vinegar)
1/4 cup butter
1/2 cup sugar

Bring to a boil over moderately low heat. Remove from heat. Add 1/4 tsp. baking soda and 1/2 tsp. vanilla. The mixture will froth up beautifully. Use immediately. Especially good with fresh berries. Or if you are like my kids you can put a little syrup in a little bowl and dip your waffles in it.

There. Happy Sunday! Happy Waffling!