- Too much time on my hands & knees pleading for my son to identify the EXACT location of his latest potty-training accident.
- Too many hour-long meals where I find myself repeating (with decreasing amounts of patience)..."Chew & swallow. Come ON already. Chew & swallow."
- Too many nights of coughing fits disrupting sleep -- the X-man's & my own.
- Too many temper tantrums between the bookshelves @ the library, the aisles of the grocery store, the lobby of the YMCA, the...INSERT MOST ANY PUBLIC PLACE.
- Too many loads of laundry (see afore mentioned 'accidents') in combination with a snotty nose being wiped repeatedly with the sleeve of one little boy's shirt.
- Too many conversations (otherwise identified as yelling matches) beginning with "Alexander! What are you doing? I told you NOT to do that!" followed by my contrite son's apology, "I know. We don't do that. I know, mom."
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Monday, March 14, 2011
Frogger boots. CHECK.
Daddy's ten-sizes-too-big gloves. CHECK.
Fav Jacket (insert 3-yr old rolling eyes, "It's not a sweatshirt, mom. It's a jacket!"). CHECK.
First he lugged a broken branch from the neighbors yard into our own -- thanks, buddy!
Then he decided it was time to remove the last remaining snow off the grass. It's been bugging him all winter long that Blake has been clearing the driveway onto HIS grass. Alas, his restoration of the backyard was interrupted by the dreaded naptime. Oh well, there'll be more work for another day.
Saturday, March 12, 2011
While Alea and the X-man continue their love-hate relationship, only in agreement in NOT wanting to share with one another :) my little guy is definitely smitten with the youngest of the the duo.
He LOVES to hold baby Maille and when she starts 'expressing her displeasure/discomfort' shouts at me authoritatively, "Don't take my baby! No, mom. Don't take my baby...(and then, while sweetly patting her tummy)...It's okay, Maille. It's okay."
Here's my best attempt at a picture of Xander with his newest heartthrob. Maille looks a wee-bit scared but I assure you, she's in good hands :)
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
3 cups milk, divided
1/2 cup small pearl tapioca
2 extra-large eggs YOLKS, lightly beaten
1/2 teaspoon sea salt
1/3 cup sugar
1 vanilla bean (or 1 tsp. vanilla extract)
Pour 3/4 cup of milk into a medium-sized thick-bottomed pot. Add the tapioca and soak for 60-minutes. Whisk in the egg yolks, salt, sugar and remaining milk. Scrape the vanilla bean along its length with a knife and add bean 'paste' along with the bean itself to the pot. NOTE: If you are using vanilla extract, stir it in at the very end, after the pudding is completely cooked. Over medium heat slowly bring the mixture just barely to a boil, stirring all along (about 15-minutes). Reduce the heat and let the mixture fall to a simmer; keep it here until the tpioca is fully cooked (another 10-20 minutes). The tapioca will tell you when it is ready; beads will swell up and become almost entirely translucent. The custardy part of pudding will thicken dramatically as well. CRITICAL! Keep stirring to avoid dreaded scorching. Remove from heat and let cool just a bit. I like this best when served warm, but is still delicious cold as well. Serves 4-6. Or, if you're open to real honesty. Blake & I can finish this off in one evening! :)
Sunday, March 6, 2011
I will exalt You, O Lord, for You _________________________ and did not let my enemies gloat over me. O Lord my God, I called to You for help and You _________________________. O Lord, You brought me up from the grave; you spared me from _________________. You turned my wailing into dancing; you removed my sackcloth and clothed me with _______________ that my heart may sing to you and not be silent. O Lord my God, I will give you praise forever.
Friday, March 4, 2011
"I believe in the sun, even when it is not shining.
I believe in love, even when I do not feel it.
I believe in God, even when He is silent."
-- AUTHOR UNKNOWN
No one knows if the individual who etched these words [a prisoner] survived the unimaginable days within the camp but this I believe. An individual who possesed such faith is surely, at this very moment, walking the streets of heaven. May we follow in his/her footsteps.