Tuesday, September 30, 2008
BTW- my husband and his assistant principals wore these shirts that said "FHS, rated Excellent, again." Aren't they the biggest stinkers?! They love telling everyone that their school is awesome for the fifth year in a row! Woo hoo!
Monday, September 29, 2008
3 cups powdered sugar
6 tbsps. baking cocoa
3/4 cup powdered milk
1/2 cup butter at room temperature (no substitutions)
1/2 cup light corn syrup
1 tsp. vanilla
Mix and knead until desired consistency.
I ended up mixing it by hand as I found a spatula was not doing the trick. It kind of looks like a tootsie roll when it is all done.
I had a bowl of soapy water in the sink to wash hands (and Parker's feet- the boy is crazy I tell you) when they were done, they were digging this too, little weirdos!
I threw out whatever was leftover, not sure how it would keep in fridge? I figured it was worth the half hour or so of playing, I didn't have to save it. Have fun.
** I only made half of this recipe and it was plenty for two kids, I think making the whole recipe would be a lot of wasted stuff. **
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Here is Dalton's card, it is a premade card that I embellished with stamps. It was navy with the ribbon (blank inside) so it was easy to stamp and paste. I buy cards on clearance a lot (mostly at Target) that are relatively plain but are neat colors that I can embellish later. It saves me cutting and measuring AND the envelopes are usually color coordinated, way better than plain white!
So my point of sharing these stamps is this...
Look at this cool scooter stamp I totally forgot I had!!! I am so excited because you might remember my hubby got a Vespa this summer and it looks a lot like this one. I am totally going to make him a cute card and maybe some other stuff with this since he has gone scooter crazy. Just a reminder girls, you don't have to go outside of your home to shop, you might find a gem hidden away that you forgot about!
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Monday, September 22, 2008
Friday, September 19, 2008
a full can of polyurethane +
a high shelf in the garage +
my desire to organize all the time +
the top of my head =
a really bad headache lasting for two days
(gravity is the common denominator here)
a blue M&M +
Parker's nose +
driving in the van +
a trip to the doctor to check for lost candy =
another really bad headache (mine) sure to last a few days
(not sure what the common denominator here is, maybe boredom? curiosity?)
+1 point if one of these has ever happened to you
+2 if you tried to tell your giant husband that the shelf he installed was too high but he did it anyway (called "I told you so points")
-1 if you are a mommy and your kids are older and this never happened to you
-10 if you never bribe your kids in the car
Oh, who cares your grade is anyway, do we really need all that algebra we studied when we were 16 anyway? I give myself an "A" for effort.
Friday, September 12, 2008
About a year ago I started writing notes to myself on my recipes (cards, cut outs, cookbooks, etc.) as a reminder that I made them. I usually write the date of the first time I made the dish and I usually write a brief description (like: "mmm, yummy, gooey brownies" or "Paul said, it tastes like a restaurant".) I will also write if I made it for a special occasion ("made for July 4th picnic 2007".) I also write if I made any changes or substitutions and sometimes what I served it with. I started doing this to help me remember things I made for family gatherings in case I had a request to make it again. Then I noticed that it was kind of like scrapbook journaling, it gives me a look back into my life at that time. I have come across several desserts and sweets recipes so far that have funny comments on them (I guess it's obvious what I like best!) I have envisioned someday when I am long gone, my children or grandchildren laughing at my comments or making one of my favorite brownie recipes after reading my notes. It's simple and fast or as Martha says, "it's a good thing."
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
my little dude- one of my dreams was to have a boy who would wear baseball hats, not only does he like them, he wears them backwards a lot, sooooo.... cute, like my high school bad-boy boyfriend!
I went to my first MOPS meeting today (thanks to Kristin for inviting me) and I certainly feel refreshed after being around so many energetic and enthusiastic moms. When I went to pick up Parker from the babysitting room I could hear him screaming crying as I got closer to the door. Poor little guy was saying, "where my mommy, I want her." I could see his little head peeking over the top of the half door. When I picked him up he hugged me for dear life. His little arms were like glue. I just kept squeezing him and giving him kisses. Though I felt terrible that he was crying and so upset, I secretly relished all those hugs. I realized that was probably the first time he was "alone" without me or his big sister. Then I felt really bad. We went to Target to get the kids some umbrellas (darn if we don't need some waiting for the school bus) and he picked out an Incredible Hulk one so he was pretty excited after that. I have to admit that I am loving these special moments with Parker, just me and him, doing whatever. I know soon enough it will be baby insanity at my house. I am definitely taking time to enjoy our moments together.
Monday, September 8, 2008
Thursday, September 4, 2008
5:45 empty dishwasher and fold a load of laundry
6:00 kiss husband goodbye, lower garage door manually as hubby leaves on man-toy scooter
6:05 get ready to take a shower
6:15 put Parker back to bed after finding lost football and changing diaper
6:30 listen to Zoe complain/cry/whine/scream bloody murder that she "doesn't have anything good to wear and her clothes are horrible"
6:45 take dog out (wrapped in towel from shower) because PJ let him out of cage early
7:00 finish getting self dressed and coiffed
7:30 clean up breakfast, brush kids' teeth, chase PJ to get him dressed
8:00 make beds, pick up toys that somehow got out during the last hour and a half
8:30 get shoes on kids and self to go wait for bus
8:35 find Baby Alive food stain that marks carpet just cleaned five days ago (stain was hidden by Baby Alive and blanket), silently curse and wish for alcoholic drink or cigarette (even though I detest smoking!)
8:40 waiting at bus stop
8:42 running back to house (with kids) to get bandaids for Zoe's feet "in case they get blisters from new shoes"
8:44 running back to bus stop
8:50 kiss Zoe good bye and wave to bus
8:55 vacuum (PJ's favorite thing to do) and scavenge for chocolate, must cut brownies for this morning's playgroup
9:10 clean yucky bathroom so guests won't be disgusted by grossness
9:20 sit down to vent on blog
what a morning, I must send this to all the people in the world who say SAHMs don't "work"
Update: the kids did not take a nap, they both were crying from sheer exhaustion by 5:30, Parker put a plastic toy in his mouth and it made him throw up all over carpet that had just
been cleaned five days ago, while I cleaned up throw up, Parker took all the board games out of the closet and dumped them in a big pile in our newly emptied room that is to be the baby's, husband gone back to work after dinner, I am home alone with crazed lunatics, kids were in bed by 7:00 PM, me by 10:00 (early for me)
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
looking so cute on the first day
Well it was finally here. The day I have been dreading forever... the day Zoe went to kindergarten. I can't believe she is old enough to go. Wasn't she just born yesterday and we were up all night having slumber parties watching reruns of "Three's Company" while I tried to figure out a way to get her to sleep??? I have been crying myself to sleep every night visualizing her getting on the bus all alone. I am just not ready for her to go off on her own in the big, giant, cruel world! I cannot tell you how many worries I have had about this day and her transition to school (from preschool). There are too many to list. I know she is smart and well behaved, that has never been a concern, it's all the other stuff. Thankfully, all seemed to go well for her. She did not cry or seem the least bit worried (she has been crying for weeks about riding the bus). She picked out her outfit and gave me strict instructions on how to fix her hair (curled with a pony tail) and she wanted a hard boiled egg for breakfast. We had plenty of time to get ready and wait for the bus. As soon as the big yellow fellow pulled up to our house, she was all smiles. Parker cried because he wanted to go with her. I cried because she went. I am still in disbelief that this day has come. She has been telling me all the details of the day and really seems so happy. My baby is so big, I wish I could stop time for a while.