My favorite thing about this picture is not that it captures the first time Blue and Pink have flown a kite, but that exactly one week ago, we were experiencing the biggest snow storm this area had ever seen.
Thursday, February 18, 2010
Saturday, February 13, 2010
1 Corinthians 13:4-7
1 Corinthians 13:4-7, NIV: "Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres."
Love (and Valentine's day) is finding a lost dog, an unscheduled doctor's appointment on a Saturday, waiting for the furnace repair guy, eating dinner by candlelight in the kitchen with people who spill rice all over the place, playing hide and seek in the house, revelling in the loot contained in a shoebox mailbox, winning at tickle fights, and remembering that one day (too)soon, it really will be a romantic dinner for two.
Happy Valentine's Day to my Sweetheart. Thanks for the fabulous gift for my finger, the two wonderful ones to hold in my arms, and getting to spend every day loving you.
Love (and Valentine's day) is finding a lost dog, an unscheduled doctor's appointment on a Saturday, waiting for the furnace repair guy, eating dinner by candlelight in the kitchen with people who spill rice all over the place, playing hide and seek in the house, revelling in the loot contained in a shoebox mailbox, winning at tickle fights, and remembering that one day (too)soon, it really will be a romantic dinner for two.
Happy Valentine's Day to my Sweetheart. Thanks for the fabulous gift for my finger, the two wonderful ones to hold in my arms, and getting to spend every day loving you.
Thursday, February 11, 2010
It's Snowing!!!!
Okay, so it in no way compares to what's happening in DC, but it is the biggest snow storm in this part of Texas in 30 years. Enough to build a snowman!
We're completely ill-equipped for this - no one has quite the right shoes or gloves, but it turns out that little people don't really care, and do thaw out eventually. We tried "snowflake ice-cream sundaes" (sweetened condensed milk poured over extrememly clean snow), and loved them!
Good luck with whatever weather you are encountering at the moment!
We're completely ill-equipped for this - no one has quite the right shoes or gloves, but it turns out that little people don't really care, and do thaw out eventually. We tried "snowflake ice-cream sundaes" (sweetened condensed milk poured over extrememly clean snow), and loved them!
Good luck with whatever weather you are encountering at the moment!Monday, February 8, 2010
For the frosting-impaired among us.
Anyone who knows me (or my pant size) knows that I love to bake. Sugar, butter, flour...nirvana. On the other hand, frosting is my nemesis. I can't ever get it to look right, or be the right color, or harden up enough to stack cookies (unless I make royal icing, and I don't like the way it tastes).
Enter my latest discovery: "Frosting" cookies with Candy Melts. This is so much easier! Melt those little disks in the microwave (here's a tip: microwave for 30 seconds, stir until the bowl is no longer warm, microwave another 30 seconds, 
stir, repeat), add a little shortening to thin the mixture, and dip the cookies! So much easier that the frosting battles I usually fight.
stir, repeat), add a little shortening to thin the mixture, and dip the cookies! So much easier that the frosting battles I usually fight. Monday, February 1, 2010
Manic Monday...
If I had more than one Monday per week, I'd throw myself in front of a bus. Not that I'm complaining...okay, I'm complaining. My day went off a little like this:
5am - alarm goes off, I hit the kitchen to make Red's breakfast so he can be out the door to work by 6. I figure I'll have some time before the kids wake up, so I don't bother to shower.
5:55am - Pink wakes up. With a full-fledged screaming fit. As only a 2-yr-old can manage. Red leaves for work, I try to get Pink back to sleep.
7am - after an hour of futility, I give up and take Pink into the bathroom with me while I shower. She trashes the room, and makes a very stinky diaper.
7:30am - Blue is up, I've managed a bathrobe, and a diaper change, and now we are struggling to make our 9am Dr's appointment (yes, it takes me that long to get two kids out of the house by myself).
8am - the last 30 minutes are a blur, I've been comforting a grumpy Pink, switching laundry loads, and trying to get two uncooperative kids to breakfast. I get the call "Mom, I need help" from the bathroom. I find a puddle, and Blue explaining that he waited too long. Sigh. Find the papertowels and clorox wipes. Discover that the toilet is clogged (curse these low-flow comodes), and find the plunger.
8:15am - now we're really behind. They're eating breakfast (or what passes for breakfast these days).
8:45am - We've all managed clothes, shoes, coats, my hair is at least dry and I've painted concealer over the bags under my eyes. Out the door we go. I've only yelled a couple of times, but I feel really bad about it. I always do. Mornings suck.
8:55am - we made it to the Pediatrician. The nurses are outside, waiting for someone to unlock the door - guess we're all having a bad Monday.
9am - finally, we're in. Pediatrician visit, checked off the list. Everything is fine (well, except for the sleeping and the choking hazards that Pink calls breakfast).
10am-2pm - pretty good hours, we hit storytime at the library, check out some new books, manage a decent lunch, read a couple of stories, and decide that we really can't make it one more day without milk (and other groceries).
3pm - about half-way through grocery shopping at (sigh) Walmart, Pink can't take anymore. She's a screaming, crying mess. I pick her up, and maneuver the SUV that passes for a 2-child-seat shopping cart with one hand/hip while holding her with the other. She promptly falls asleep. I beg Blue to get out of the cart and help me push. He tries, but this thing is massively heavy. We get the last of the essentials and abandon the rest of the list. We drag/pull/push ourselves to the checkout. We shop at the nicest, friendliest Walmart in the world (no kidding). The cashier comes out of the checkstand and helps me get the stuff on the conveyor belt, and a super nice bagger drags all the stuff to my car and loads it in while talking to Blue about preschool. I'm thankful, but my arms are numb from carrying 27 pounds of sleeping toddler.
4pm - 8pm - groceries away (sounds minor, takes a miracle), dinner made, dinner eaten, story time, bath time, bedtime (more screaming from Pink - I swear she's going to be a distance swimmer with those lungs), and finally, silence. And a text from Red that he's on his way home. Hooray - he's the only thing that keeps me sane!
5am - alarm goes off, I hit the kitchen to make Red's breakfast so he can be out the door to work by 6. I figure I'll have some time before the kids wake up, so I don't bother to shower.
5:55am - Pink wakes up. With a full-fledged screaming fit. As only a 2-yr-old can manage. Red leaves for work, I try to get Pink back to sleep.
7am - after an hour of futility, I give up and take Pink into the bathroom with me while I shower. She trashes the room, and makes a very stinky diaper.
7:30am - Blue is up, I've managed a bathrobe, and a diaper change, and now we are struggling to make our 9am Dr's appointment (yes, it takes me that long to get two kids out of the house by myself).
8am - the last 30 minutes are a blur, I've been comforting a grumpy Pink, switching laundry loads, and trying to get two uncooperative kids to breakfast. I get the call "Mom, I need help" from the bathroom. I find a puddle, and Blue explaining that he waited too long. Sigh. Find the papertowels and clorox wipes. Discover that the toilet is clogged (curse these low-flow comodes), and find the plunger.
8:15am - now we're really behind. They're eating breakfast (or what passes for breakfast these days).
8:45am - We've all managed clothes, shoes, coats, my hair is at least dry and I've painted concealer over the bags under my eyes. Out the door we go. I've only yelled a couple of times, but I feel really bad about it. I always do. Mornings suck.
8:55am - we made it to the Pediatrician. The nurses are outside, waiting for someone to unlock the door - guess we're all having a bad Monday.
9am - finally, we're in. Pediatrician visit, checked off the list. Everything is fine (well, except for the sleeping and the choking hazards that Pink calls breakfast).
10am-2pm - pretty good hours, we hit storytime at the library, check out some new books, manage a decent lunch, read a couple of stories, and decide that we really can't make it one more day without milk (and other groceries).
3pm - about half-way through grocery shopping at (sigh) Walmart, Pink can't take anymore. She's a screaming, crying mess. I pick her up, and maneuver the SUV that passes for a 2-child-seat shopping cart with one hand/hip while holding her with the other. She promptly falls asleep. I beg Blue to get out of the cart and help me push. He tries, but this thing is massively heavy. We get the last of the essentials and abandon the rest of the list. We drag/pull/push ourselves to the checkout. We shop at the nicest, friendliest Walmart in the world (no kidding). The cashier comes out of the checkstand and helps me get the stuff on the conveyor belt, and a super nice bagger drags all the stuff to my car and loads it in while talking to Blue about preschool. I'm thankful, but my arms are numb from carrying 27 pounds of sleeping toddler.
4pm - 8pm - groceries away (sounds minor, takes a miracle), dinner made, dinner eaten, story time, bath time, bedtime (more screaming from Pink - I swear she's going to be a distance swimmer with those lungs), and finally, silence. And a text from Red that he's on his way home. Hooray - he's the only thing that keeps me sane!
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