Friday, August 31, 2012

Hattie and her play stove...

Every now and again, I get a crafty spree. It's like a I have an unknown craft quota that has to be met only once in a while.
Earlier today, I was dreaming about making a play stove for Hattie from a diaper box. And what do you know, I just got busy. Three hours and a trip to the store for Elmer's glue later, we were finished! Construction paper had been flying. Glue had been oozing. Scissors cutting.

Five minutes after Hattie was allowed to play with her stove, it was pretty much demolished. I can't blame her. I know she loves to rip paper, and anything she can get her fingers under she's more than willing to peel off......but oh, it was disheartening to see all that work gone. Such as it is, Hattie's still playing with the remnants, so I count that a victory.

unfocused Friday.

  • I stocked up on non-perishables for Hurricane Isaac. Bottle water, canned fruit, and Vienna Sausages. {I've never seen Kroger sold out of Vienna Sausages, but I bought almost the very last cans}. As it happened, we didn't get anything more than a little rain and wind and we never lost power, so Hattie and I were snacking on the sausages this morning. Oh the sodium. It kind of hits you like a ton of bricks. Maybe that was the reason I never could eat very many as a child. Whatever the reason, Vienna Sausages and I are not friends, especially not when paired with Gatorade. Whew, we were not feeling great after that snack, and it took a few hours to recover.
  • Hattie is feeding me her raisins as I type. It kind of slows things down, but she's a sweet-hearted little daughter.
  • Emery bought me some Ghirardelli chocolate. Oh boy, that 60% cocao dark, delish. It reminds me of that movie, Matilda, where the wicked school-master woman proclaims "Much too rich for children" every time she eats some of her prized truffles (or whatever they were). Although, I don't hold with her philosophy, and I do share little bits with Hattie. Seems to me, if you want children to appreciate and enjoy good food (by adults' standards), you might as well introduce to to them early and often. "Kid's foods" are so bland and unvaried, I wonder if we won't have a generation who never grows out of such tastes. 
  • This morning, I put on a maternity dress. I didn't need to, but I felt it would be more comfortable, and it is. The problem? As soon as I donned my dress, all of the sudden, I look four-five months pregnant, rather than the just shy of three months that I really am. I don't mind 'showing', but this dress thoroughly accentuates the curves that are both present and imagined. 
  • Does anyone have a good tutorial for making a little play-stove out of a box? I think our diaper boxes might be about the right size for Hattie's height, but at the same time, I kind of hate to mess-up a perfectly good and perfectly sturdy box, especially one that's not too big. We Sayre's seem to have a propensity to move fairly often, and a good box is a treasured commodity. (Is that terribly pitiful?)
    Hey I found a good template here, except that these people want to sell it to me for $44. That's not happening. It doesn't look too hard though, does it?
  • Isn't it nice that it's Friday? I think it's lovely. And a three-day weekend! Woohoo! That's hard to beat with a stick. 
  • {Warning, this one is disturbing}. 50 Shades of Gray. I haven't read it and have zero intention of reading it. It's become the latest craze, but in truth it's porn, at best. What's worse, it's child-porn. Sickening. I read an article this morning from an experienced social worker who had read it and came to such conclusions. And the pedophile is right there 'hiding in plain sight'.  Is this what we're normalizing in our society? Such atrocities are topping the sales charts? 
"And even as they did not like to retain God in their knowledge, God gave them over to a reprobate mind, to do those things which are not convenient; being filled with unrighteousness, fornication, wickedness, covetousness, maliciousness, full of envy, murder, debate, deceit, malignity, whisperers, backbiters, haters of God, despiteful, proud, boasters, inventors of evil things, disobedient to parents, without understanding, covenantbreakers, without natural affection, implacable, unmerciful: who knowing the judgment of God, that they which commit such things are worthy of death, not only do the same, but have pleasure in them that do them"
Romans 1:28-32
I shouldn't be surprised. God's word said it would be this way. But it still shocks me.

  • I'm thankful for the scripture. Thankful that even among all these social ills, it still stands firm, and always will. 

Oh yeah, I finally joined Pintrest. And I'm excited about it because I've been browsing occasionally for a while, and I found it so frustrating because maybe 1 in 50 pins would be useful or interesting on the main page, and then there was so much language and dumb quotations and etc. But now that I have an account I feel like it might be useful! Huzzah! :)

Tuesday, August 28, 2012

Lessons from the Experimental Kitchen

The old adage that you learn something new everyday has proven correct once again.

Today I learned that Hattie is tall enough to press the panic button on our van when the keys are in the door. I learned that my neighbor's mailbox can be hit twice in four days. And I learned that you can successfully substitute zucchini for banana in a banana bread recipe.

I had been searching and searching the internet for a very simple zucchini bread recipe this afternoon, to no avail. They were all so complicated and called for entirely too many flours, none of which I had on hand (almond meal, garbanzo bean, sorghum, millet, etc. etc. etc.) In fact, I only had rice flour and tapioca starch, and they were just going to have to do. I finally went back to my trusty cook-book to thumb through the quick bread recipes one last time. Enter Banana bread recipe (rice flour based).  Zucchini and banana are both pretty moist, maybe I could just add one in place of the other and add the appropriate spices and bada-bing-bada-boom, zucchini bread. So I did. I added a touch more sugar since bananas are sweeter than their vegetable counterpart. And know what?
It turned out Great. Like, "I can't even tell this is gluten free" good.

Hattie and I may have eaten half the loaf before Emery even got home from work.

Monday, August 27, 2012

Whistlin' Dixie

As a youth, I was concerned that I wouldn't learn to whistle (or blow a bubble with chewing gum).

Petty fears? Yes, indeed. I have an array of such in my arsenal.

Hattie, though, she's a prodigy. At the ripe age of 15.5 months, she has learned to whistle. I'm not sure if I could be prouder.

Friday, August 24, 2012

Of Apples

I bought some apples for the first time in a Long time the other day. Hattie likes them but can't quite chew them well enough and ends up spitting teeny pieces of apple out all over, and it's not really worth it for me to give them to her anyway.

But today while she's asleep and the house is quite (and I'm hungry as usual), I grab the last apple and take that first entirely too cold bite.
There's this thing about good apples, they never last quite long enough. You bite and you bite and you bite, and before you know it you're on the very edge of the core. I would have been very content to keep eating my apple for another 5 minutes at least, there just wasn't five minutes of apple left.
And so, there's a sadness that comes with eating delicious fruit. They always come to an end.

We had some peaches this week too, and they were the exact same way. So delicious smelling and tasting, like all the good things about summer wrapped up inside one pinkish peel...and then you've eaten it all up. Oh the dismay.

Kroger is just a few miles away though, and they're always sure to have a healthy stock of produce. We already went once this week, and it's against my conscious to go again, but we will. And the anticipation of that yummy fruit is enough to take away the tinge of sadness over my entirely eaten up apple.

Monday, August 20, 2012

Nosey nose

Did someone just pour men's cologne into my air conditioner? Because really, all of the sudden there's a strange odor wafting around, and the only wearer of cologne in my family isn't even home. What's up with that. Don't worry, it's not like you just walked into Hollister or one of those other spray-cologne-on-you-and-make-you-shop-in-the-dark stores. It's just faint.

I'll attribute it to pregnancy nose.
Got me in trouble yesterday too.

We were in Memphis staying the home of dear friends, when my nose was assaulted with SKUNK. It must have been right outside the window it was so strong. But we were in town, and how many skunks would venture to live within the city limits? I thought there couldn't be many, but there was a dog next door and he was the most probable victim, so I felt sorry for the poor family who would Really have to deal with the skunkiness.
Y'all, there was no skunk.
Not even one.

Just Tony making an extra strong pot of Starbucks coffee specially for his guests.

I was kind of mortified to have even thought it was skunk. But Miracle got a good laugh out of it, and said, "Oh girl, you can't tell you're pregnant!"

I learned to play Rook this weekend. I think the most amusing part is hearing the players' histories with the game. Tony's family count cards. Emery has played with the sweetest little old ladies who cheat blatantly. And I always think of Donna, who always wanted us to learn to play so she could re-live memories of playing with her Grannies.
The other highlight of the game was Miracle and I beating Tony and Emery. They didn't see it coming. haha.

Friday, August 17, 2012

Celebrating Small Victories

Confession: sometimes when I'm making a to-do list, I write down the things I've already done that day, just so I can check them off.

And I think that's important. Important to have tangible evidence of what you've accomplished, big or small.

This week, I've been behind. Very behind.
But this morning, I washed the dishes (and unloaded the dishwasher)! For some reason, the unloading of the dishwasher is always a big task for me and I put it off for days. Silly, I know, but I'd rather wash the rest of the dishes by hand than undertake putting all of them away. This week, I ran the dishwasher on Monday and there they have sat until today, and there in the sink sat the rest of the week's dishes unwashed and Icky.
But, thank the LORD, they're taken care of now, and it's a tremendous relief.

No, you're right, washing the dishes isn't a big deal. For me, though, this week, it's huge and I'm going to celebrate it. : )

Yesterday's victories were equally mundane: washing clothes and cloth diapers (ick, yuck eww...please let me not wash cloth diapers by hand again for a long long long time. It was awful), and taking out the trash. 
And I'm proud of my small victories.

Have any victories you're celebrating this week?

Tuesday, August 14, 2012

the funny thing about wipes

The funny thing about wipes containers is how much more full they look after you stuff back in the entire 2/3 of the package back in after your toddler pulls them all out (unbeknownst to me, of course.)

It also looks much more lumpy.

Monday, August 13, 2012

Disney movies.

**WARNING** if you love Disney movies to pieces to might not want to read any further. I might offend you.

When we were in Kentucky the other weekend, Emery's mother was generous enough to give us some of her old VHS tapes for which she doesn't have a player anymore. Now our van IS fully equipped with a VCR, but we'd only dug out one VHS - Chitty Chitty Bang Bang - to watch on trips. It's a 13 hr drive from here to Kentucky. Hattie was a doll the way up, and only the last hour was rough, so we turned on the movie. The ride home was a different story, and we tried our best to quiet her with BOTH 101 Dalmatians and The Lion King.

When I was six years old, I had a "101 Dalmatians" bedroom. Bedspread, curtains, wall stickers - the works, plus a sweater and stuffed dog. Surprisingly enough, I don't remember watching the movie all that much, but I'm sure I must have to drive my parents to such extremes as doing the whole bedroom in that theme.
In spite of it being a part of my childhood, I was kind of shocked to watch it again. Cruella was terrifying - though I did remember that much - but there was so much name-calling and general evilness. I didn't like it at all, and we won't be watching it again.

I remembered much more of the Lion King, and it wasn't as offensive....but I'm not sure it earns the ranks of 'family friendly'.
We've got a few other Disney movies we'll give a try, but so many of the characters are disobedient to their parents and rebellious, and these traits end up being glorified at the end of the day, and that's not the message I want my daughter learning. We might watch these films once, but if they don't align with our family's values, they won't be viewed a second time.

Interesting isn't it how healthy family units are NEVER portrayed; how the children rule the homes, how the father characters are made to act like fools. Do we wonder where our nation is headed when these are messages we feed our children?

Tuesday, August 7, 2012

Secrets. I've got one.

I'll tell you my secret, if you don't laugh too hard.

I find great thrill at putting mysterious, attention-getting titles on my posts when they aren't very exciting at all. I also think it's fascinating the audience you can attract when you mention a foreign country, like Malaysia.

In other secretive news, this baby does not like complicated food. Plain Jane is the only way to go. Hattie was like that too about this time, except we were in Oregon at the time and were having to eat out every meal...and those stinking restaurants just couldn't manage to serve me plain grilled cheese or plain mac'n'cheese. They had to dress it up with fancy cheeses and other general ickiness and then charge three dollars extra because I technically ordering from the kid's menu, which is quite a faux pas for adults.

I found Hattie's secret stashing place - and it isn't even under the china cabinet. No, yesterday, I was in search of the wipes, and I was looking ALL over the house. {This is one of the reason I LOVE living in small houses}. I was asking Hattie all the time where she had hidden the wipes, but of course, she could just out and say it. I finally glance at the laundry room door - which is equipped with a cat-door, and I look at Hattie and she starts laughing and laughing as I go to open the door. And there were the wipes, a hair brush, one shoe, a protein bar and a few other mismatched items that my darling girl shoved through the cat-door while I wasn't looking.

We - unsecretively - went to KY last weekend. It was one of those "We didn't know we were going until an hour before we got in the car" kind of trips, but I was glad we went. Emery's dad had heart surgery, and he made it through with flying colors. Thank the LORD.
I have unpacked the bags or started the laundry. But I totally should.
I think I'll just snack on these plain tortilla chips a while longer and see if the mental energy to do laundry comes about. We might be waiting a long time.

Wednesday, August 1, 2012

Something that makes me happy....

When July began and my facebook newsfeed was already overrun with political statements, I got discouraged. The elections aren't even until November, I thought, and if facebook is going to be like this and more, I might just do away with it.
I'm afraid I only find politics interesting when the politicians are displaying more wisdom than usual...all of the rest of the time it just makes me sad to think of where our country is headed, and even in the upcoming elections the dismal lack of a good candidate to be president.

But it's an Olympic year, and thank goodness it is!

Because when the Olympics come around people start remembering how much they LOVE being Americans. "USA! USA! USA!" We're all caught up in the energy of the moments, and so excited and proud of our athletes.

It's huge.

We love America. We love being Americans.............even if we only get reminded for two weeks every four years (two counting the winter Olympics), and we need it so badly. When things in Washington look so so grim, we need the occasion to be proud of our nation, and Team USA is doing a great job with that in London. We've already won 26 medals (as of 11:05am)!

I'm sure we've got many rough days ahead concerning Washington and the economy, but for now, the morale is running high as our best and finest athletes represent us on the world's stage.