Sometimes, I just want to be a kid again...
Saturday, February 28, 2009
Sometimes, I just want to be a kid again...
Thursday, February 26, 2009
I realize now that this post has a bit of a negative tone. Really, we love having friends over helping out when we can. Can you tell by this photo that it's really all fun and games around here???
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
We are especially thankful to God for you these days. We know that you are just on loan to us from your heavenly Father, but we've become awfully attached and could not easily let you go. A few days ago, you had a very serious allergic reaction. I thought that you could safely eat eggs, but we found out that your allergy is unpredictable, to say the least. I noticed you coughing after breakfast, but quickly your cough turned to wheezing, and then to gasping for air. Your airways were closing and your little body couldn't get the air you needed. In minutes, it was clear that this was an emergency. I've only filled one prescription for you in your 16 months with us, the epi-pens last fall. I assumed we would never use them, that they were completely a precautionary measure. But I am so thankful that we had them. Daddy assured me that I wasn't overreacting; they were probably life-saving. I'm also so thankful that Daddy was here with us. While I held you, he stuck you (hard!) with the first shot of your life. We were all pretty scared... Eva hid under the couch pillows crying, while I cried big, silent tears watching you struggle to breath and writhing from the pain of a big 'ol needle.
You didn't get better immediately, so I called 911 and talked to a paramedic who assured me help was on the way. Daddy didn't feel like waiting, so I held Eva close as Daddy rushed you, blue lips and red face, out the back door. He told us later that just getting into the cold winter air helped, and by the time you were at the Emergency Room (4 blocks away) you were breathing almost normally. An hour later, you were home and we were on the phone with your pediatrician discussing how to watch you and what to expect next. The epinephrine left you dizzy, a little delusional, and very active. You buzzed around the house for the next hour, still wheezing a bit, but fell asleep with a smile on your face in your booster seat at lunch. After your nap you were totally back to normal. The only visible evidence of the ordeal is a dime sized bruise where the injector pressed against your leg.
Hope, you should know that there are a lot of people who love you. While you were on your way to the ER, Eva and I prayed for you. We then sent a text to some friends and close family, asking for prayer. Over the next day or so, we got lots of phone calls and text messages asking about you, telling us that people were praying for you. I also called our small group leader who sent an email to the whole church. You had your own little prayer posse that day!
Waiting at home is a hard thing for me to do. I wanted to know that you were going to be OK, but God gave me faith in his promise of protection. He loves you more than we do! That is hard for a mama to imagine. I wanted to know that I would hear your joyful voice, see your toothy grin, watch you stick your tounge out at me again. In the moments after such a scary event, Eva and I talked about what precious gifts our daughters are to Daddy and me. You bring so much life and silly fun into our home, and truly, we can't imagine going on without the whole family together. We sure love you, and we're thankful to God for watching over our dear baby.
Friday, February 20, 2009
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
The day before, Eva helped me make these cute little heart cakes. Of course I had altered the cake recipe a bit, and I wouldn't say the end result was worth repeating. That didn't matter though, because all the girls cared about was the chocolate frosting and sprinkles!
After lunch we played a quick outdoor game of Simon Says (always a preschool favorite!). Following our game, we returned to the table for some valentine crafting. Aside from the scissors tiff, which resulted in Eva throwing the undesired scissors across the table, the little ladies managed to share all the supplies well and create some visual works of art. Lots of glue stick wielding, scissor "passing", sticker stamping, and practice writing their names. Girls and craft supplies amaze me. They could've sat there for another half hour at least (which is a long time when you're three)!
Hugs and gift bags (above), but I'm not fast enough to catch the moment!
The party was short and sweet, ending with Eva passing out the gift bags she had been drooling over all week. I gave her specific instructions to bring each girl a bag, hug them, and say, "thank you for coming to my party." I was surprised when she followed these instructions to a 'T', given her ornery attitude after the scissors incident. The gift bags contained two miniature containers of pink play doh, a heart shaped recees peanut butter cup, and a sticker. Simple.
It took an extraordinary amount of effort to get everyone happily settled on the couch for a group picture, but here's what we have!(L-R) Eva, Emmi, Brianna, Kara, and Katelyn.
The party was a mere two hours long, but I am not ashamed to admit that I took a much needed nap after things quieted down. Keeping up with these girlies, and Hope and Ella, left me pooped! I have to add, the party would've been a real drag without Heather here doing crowd control. It was an altogether FUN day though, and I think we'll do it again (maybe a year from now!).
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Monday, February 09, 2009
*********Enter little sister**********************
The often friendly little sister identifies baby doll riding in the grocery cart as her own precious possession. This realization prompts a response of tightly grasping the grocery cart, pulling with the strength of a mama bear, and screaming like a vulture descending on it's prey. Suddenly, blue satin wizard robe puffs with air as arms flail. Shoestring-less, pink Converse tennis pound bare floors, and the older sister too, screams as though her very life depended on it. Teeth are gritted, fingers clenched, stamping feet pound invisible pine needles. This is a primal battle, uncivilized and dangerous. The onlookers gaping mouths hang open, half expecting a chiseled slate arrow to come whizzing by their heads.
The escalating conflict ends when the mother finds her voice and shrieks, "Stop it, both of you!" Depart above mentioned joy, peace, and goodwill. Enter quiet, except for leftover whimpers of once cheery older sister. All are left with feelings of dissatisfaction and longing.
Begin new stage of mothering... sibling conflicts... sibling rivalry... new questions gather in this mother's head. Send me advice, you other mothers!
Saturday, February 07, 2009
I made one of my favorite breakfast/brunch recipes and since a few people asked for the recipe, I thought I would post it here. However, I must give this disclaimer for all my friends who have been digging in with FPU: This recipe would absolutely not be Dave Ramsey approved. And with my renewed grocery budget commitment, this recipe might be sidelined for awhile. Here it is before being baked... I think it's pretty!
Basil Breakfast Torte
I am posting the original recipe, but as always, I made some adjustments (this recipe takes kindly to substitutions...I always make it a little different). I'll post my adjustments in blue.
1 c. milk
1/2 c. dry white wine (cooking wine)
1 loaf French bread, 1/2 " slices
8 oz. sliced prosciutto ham (I usually skip this)
2 c. arugula or spinach (I've never tried arugula)
3 T. olive oil
1 lb. cheese, mixture of basil feta and mozzarella
3 ripe tomatoes, sliced
1/2 c. basil pesto
4-5 eggs (I usually use 8 eggs)
1/2 c. whipping cream (yesterday I used almost a cup of whole milk)
Mix milk and wine in shallow bowl. Dip bread slices in mixture and squeeze out excess. Spray or grease 9x13 pan. Place half of bread in pan. Layer half of each: ham arugula, olive oil, cheese, tomatoes, pesto. Layer again with rest of ingredients starting with bread and ending with tomatoes and pesto. Beat eggs with salt/pepper and pour over torte. Cover and refrigerate. Take out and warm to room temp. Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Drizzle cream over the top. Bake covered, 45-60 min. or until set. I usually mix the cream with the eggs and pour over the night before. Usually I do not wait to bring the dish to room temperature before baking, but add 15 minutes or so to the cooking time.
Friday, February 06, 2009
Anyway, I plan on checking in here now and then to record progress (I'm not sure I'll always be able to call it that though!). Today: the New Year's resolution, "Laundry!!!" Eric's #1 complaint about my homemaking habits was the frequent pile of clean laundry in the basement. We usually had clean clothes to wear (if they weren't fatally wrinkled), but it was a eyesore in Eric's "man-cave" and he wanted to find clean clothes in the dressers (really, what expectations!!! wink, wink).
So, with great jubilation, I report that the clean laundry pile has been MIA for at least two weeks now! Yes, it really does motivate me to take that laundry upstairs. There it is, staring at me from the couch, saying, "I know you hate a cluttered living room, now do something about it!" And, since there are only one or two loads at a time, I can easily fold and stack between fairytale reading and diaper changing. Hope (aka mangy muchacha #2) has fully earned the nickname "laundry tornado," making it imperative that folded laundry is quickly moved out of her reach and into the dressers.
In contrast, Eva has become laundry stasher extraordinaire. Perhaps the sight of the laundry pile bothers her too, because the second her stuff is folded, she whisks it away to her dresser. Or maybe it is her selfish desire that Hope touch NOTHING of hers. Either way, it is very, very nice.
On a downside, we aren't getting quite as much exercise travelling up and down the stairs to fetch our clean laundry. You can't win 'em all, right?
The sequel to this accomplishment will be coming soon: I intend to start making my own laundry soap. If it turns out to be as cool as I think it will, I'll be pressuring you to jump on board too!
Thursday, February 05, 2009
Worldly ease is a great enemy to faith; it loosens the joints of holy zeal and snaps the sinews of sacred courage. The balloon never rises until the cords are cut; affliction provides this service for believing souls. While the wheat sleeps comfortably in the husk, it is useless to us; it must be threshed out of its resting place before its value can be known."
Tuesday, February 03, 2009
This represents about half of the Superbowl/Birthday party gathering.
We got two HUGE pieces of cake on the house, which we couldn't finish of course. I had never had Red Velvet cake before... someone tell me, is there some kind of pepper in it???