Friday, February 27, 2009
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
After some errand running and a visit to Dad's office, it was frisbee time...
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
But no ball point pens. Sweet Jesus, all I need is one ball point pen. It's even for something holy--my bible study.
Please, please, please...do not make me go out to my car. Because I retrieved a pair of socks from the dreaded basement but have NO CLUE where I put them, and I am just too lazy to head back down there or retrace my steps. And the garage floor is cold, and it's dark out there. And if you think G & L's bedroom is bad for it's ability to attract insects, the mini-van is ten thousand times worse. It's a modern day cheese factory in there (you know, old sippy cups of milk that have curdled AND solidified).
So I'm asking...no, begging, just this once, for a simple blue/black/red/whatever colored ball point pen to magically appear from heaven.
Bathroom counter it is. L is obviously not ready to handle undies in her room.
Monday, February 23, 2009
Hamburgers. We have, like, 100 hamburgers from Sam's in our freezer. Buns, however, were the problem.
Mike (as we were exiting Hwy. 44): Does Quik Trip sell buns?
Me: You can't get them there, you'll pay an arm and a leg. How about Sam's?
Mike: Do we need 400 buns?
Quick Trip won. And amazingly, had buns for somewhere in the range of $2.75, if you're wondering (not great, but not highway robbery either). And Mike made a point to mention that it was such a miracle, being able to exit Quik Trip so efficiently, since apparently, he is now arm and leg-less.
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Donuts served with chocolate milk. Because when we load our kids on sugar, we like to do it right....
Friday, February 20, 2009
What to do with this one. What to do.
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Our group got to talking about "distractions" in life. I have plenty of these. Four big ones that need to be clothed/diapered/fed/entertained/ cleaned on a minute-by-minute basis. Just kidding...I'm lucky if I clean them daily. FYI: We believe in one outfit a day. Food stains, marker, paint, blood...one set of clothes. Seriously, I would change them hourly if stains were my criteria. Except on the major holidays, and then let's face it...they don't get anywhere near their "fancy" clothes until we are 10 minutes away from stepping out the door.
Listen, I will confess my distractions to you here and now (and I don't mean my children, because really, I'm pretty sure they are one of the few things in my life that are actually pleasing to God). Television. People Magazine. Crafting. Shopping. Blogging (No!). There are millions, and they differ, depending on the day.
So, one lady in my group, who is a generation above me (age noted, only because it is relevant), went on a rant about Facebook. My beloved Facebook. How she couldn't believe people were spending all this time on this new fangled technology, texting and emailing and IMing....distractions, distractions, unnecessary distractions. People asking her to be friends on facebook and how she had no time or need for it.
It got me thinking. Jesus: For or against facebook??
Granted, I was a little on the defense because I love my BFF facebook. And I have it's back. There's something about it that allows me to type a five-word sentence to a friend I am thinking about, or remember a birthday that hasn't crossed my mind in years. Yes, I know I could email, or go really old school and write a letter. Or pick up the phone. I know, I know, I know. But reality is, I have 4 kids, and that sometimes means I have all of the best intentions, but only a handful of spare minutes in my day to be a good friend. And chances are, if I called you, only to let you talk for 2 minutes before I told you it's all the time I had for you...you might think I was a giant sack of you-know-what. But on facebook, it is totally cool for me to tell you that I love you or that your status update was hysterical...and I don't think that's dumbing down my friendships, I think that's saving them, because otherwise it would be months, maybe years before some of you heard from me. And then hopefully you would call me, or call the police, or call my parents and worry for my safety and not just wish me good riddance.
Do I spend way too much time on FB? Absolutely (although, this blog has totally tested my loyalty...hmmm). It is a distraction. Even the best and most godly activities can become a distraction if they pull you away from what's really important, can't they? God might love that I cook for my family...that I love to cook for my family, the family he gifted me with. But if I turn that love into an 18-hour a day obsession with mastering the perfect mac-n-cheese recipe...I'd say it was a distraction. And then again, don't some of your distractions bring you full circle and point you back to him (though it COMPLETELY wasn't your intention in the first place)?
Really, I think the issue here is one of change. It's something different. And maybe it's more relevant for me, because I am currently raising the next generation and constantly looking for ways to relate to the younger crowd. Because my 6-year-old is not just going to pick up the Bible and fall in love with it. She has to be taught on her level, where her heart is.
I think there is a point in life, where you've seen lots of change in the world over many different decades, and you just decide what works for you. You might try lots of restaurants, but decide one day that you like McDonalds the best. And that's your preference, but it doesn't make Long John Silvers ungodly. Gross, but not ungodly. Just different. Not for you.
Please do not hear that I am all about every kind of tolerance. I believe the Bible is true, and the cross unwavering. Period. But I do believe that God created the world and can use all things in it for his good...including facebook.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
All four kids were playing upstairs, and after hearing those words, we did what any responsible parents would do.
We grabbed the camera.
Let me preface by saying that L pulled this stunt yesterday, so we were pretty sure we knew what we were in store for. And it is totally camera worthy. Video camera worthy.
Don't you just love that she's stuck, maybe 12 inches from the floor, but holding on for dear life? And then when G adds the stool, she's literally 1 inch from perceived safety. As if it couldn't get any better, here's what the peanut gallery was up to.
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
All these things add up to a clean slate, as all projects and plans have been completed (V-day and preparing for our road trip being my biggest time suckers in the past 2 weeks), and now I am looking for a project.
That would be our disorganized house. Oh, right.
My drawers, cupboards, closets and storage spaces in general are about to burst with all of the loveliness that I have shoved in there over the years, to give the appearance of order and cleanliness. Which is completely ridiculous, because who among you doesn't know that I am a complete mess?
And let's not kid ourselves here...when I say "organizing" and "project", I really mean cleaning one closet. Maybe two. I cannot handle doing a whole house--and I honestly believe that if I did so, I would fail to exist. I can only throw out so much without feeling as if my entire soul was being ripped from me, memory by memory.
So, today was the boy's closet/changing room. This is a small room/closet that was a general baby catch-all, but let's face it, there are no "babies" left here. No need for a Baby Bjorn (still conveniently hanging in the closet, in case I want to strap 30 extra pounds of Little J on), baby monitors are obsolete (they can scream loud enough now), receiving blankets cover their feet/shins only and I haven't carried a diaper bag since 2004. Yes, I do still have kids in diapers (thank you for reminding me), but we prefer to wing it these days or simply carry ONE diaper on errands (minus the creams, shampoos, nail clippers, band-aids, aspirator, brush, comb and tylenol I once stocked). I used to think Super Mommy was prepared....I now know that this superhero is capable of bathing/changing/clothing a child with grocery bags, spit and paper towels.
Here are some interesting finds:
Shoe inserts...BUT WHERE ARE THE SHOES??? Big J & L have worn orthodic splints in their shoes since their wee-NICU days. They slide nicely into regular tennies, but have to have their insoles removed. Have the insoles, but not the actual footwear. Keep or save?
Knit caps. These puppies were all the rage in the NICU, and our nurses would snag them every time a new batch arrived. Perspective may be lacking in these photos, but they are the tiniest caps you have ever seen, capable of covering 2 pound-baby heads. No way, not parting with them...but wanted you to see the stash we've got.
The Little J stool. Okay, so you now officially know his name, but I don't care, because the letter pieces of this stool have not been reunited in years. I had to dig under furniture and into toy bins to make it happen. A reunion much like New Kids on the Block, only cheaper for me.
Looks pretty good, right? Let me remind you that all of our kid's clothes are in the basement (see this post). So, what we have here is a real hodge-podge of stuff. Mostly too small. Some too big. Long story short...I am just ignoring it, because I am so not in the mood to track down the 12-18 month toddler boy box located in some other horribly unorganized storage space in the house.
And this. I just don't know what to do with this. So for now, I have closed it and plan on ignoring it until I have a better plan. The little stuff kills me. There are at least 10 kinds of diaper cream in here (the results of our search for the one that keeps butts from bleeding). And then there are the travel-sized everythings. Lotions. Q-tips...aren't those illegal now, anyway? And then baby powder, which I can honestly say I have never once used. Ever...but I have 3 bottles of various sizes.
Monday, February 16, 2009
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Here are the highlights:
Build-A-Bear on Valentines Day. We live in the birthplace of Build-A-Bear. We've been in that store countless times and made a few bears prior to this outing. Never have I seen any of the stores in the Lou crowded in any way. Build-A-Bear in Indy was PACKED. We're talking about a 20 minute line before any stuffing was officially placed in the bears. Note to Build-A-Bear: Indy is your target city.
Spent. Three down on the way to the IMAX theatre. You heard me, I said IMAX...with 4 young children.
Okay, SOOOOOOO worth it, because this is, maybe, one of my favorite pictures of all time. It totally sums up what happens when you take multiple children of young/immature ages to a movie, and then expect them to wear glasses for the entire 45 minutes. Three of the four pairs hit the floor 7 minutes in, and they sent poor L cross eyed. We survived it though, because the movie was about sea creatures (right up their alley) and we bribed them with Swedish fish and popcorn. I'm thankful that we're in the "almost-anything-can-be-endured-with-bribes/treats/the threat of punishment" phase of parenting.
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Friday, February 13, 2009
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
This go around, I only used corn starch on my counters to keep the fondant from sticking when rolling it out. The last couple of times, I used Crisco which made the fondant kind of melt after a few hours. Cornstarch was the right move...it keeps the fondant very firm and easy to work with (and after 8 hours, there is no melting to speak of). I also added less water to the fondant when I was making it two days ago...this helped keep things nice and firm as well, and there were no problems with it breaking apart or cracking when rolling it out (which can happen if your fondant is too dry).
We tackled the cake first, and it was quick! Probably only 10 minutes to roll it out and drape it on the cake. Yes, I said drape. This time it actually did lay down gracefully. Elegantly. Fondant, you are a lady.
Um, having a second or even a third set of hands is key. KEY!! As you can see from my face, the fondant did come dangerously close to plopping down, uninvited, on the pretty cake. Not lady-like, fondant.
With the cake a success, we moved on to the hundreds of cupcakes threatening to take over the kitchen. Everyone brought a dozen, and I think I made 40, because you know me....I have a real fear of running out of something. Not having enough could be my greatest fear in life. And I'm not talking about the essentials, like money to pay the bills or food the feed the kids. No, I'm talking about obsessing over the quantities of things that are totally unnecessary. Like cupcakes. Or baking powder (I currently have 7 cans in my cupboard). Or flower pots, of which I found 15 in my basement. Don't even try to figure it out...I make no sense.
The finished product...what a mess!! But look at the cake!!
But speaking of flower pots, THANK GOODNESS I bought so many way back in 1997...I probably knew that I was going to need them for Valentines Day 2009 (note sarcasm). The kiddos who could handle paint brushes got to paint the pots and create tissue paper flowers. Very fun and age appropriate for 2-3 year olds.
And the best part of it all: at the end of the day, I remembered I was supposed to make treats for G's Valentines Day party tomorrow. I was originally thinking of sugar cookies (festive, yet mess free)...and I've stayed away from cupcakes for all of G's school activities because her old preschool had a weird anti-cupcake rule. But we're talking about kindergartners...certainly they can handle a little icing and maybe some napkin clean up without staging a mutiny, overthrowing the authority of the school, war-painting their faces in sugar, and burning the desks, right?? Any-hoo, long story short (too late)...guess who's having fondant cupcakes tomorrow?? With REALLY florescent pink icing. Sorry Kindergarten moms, if your child poops in techno-color for a couple of days. No need to call the gastroenterologist.
It was a Valentines Day marathon today...as I also realized all three school-attending children have parties tomorrow, which require valentines to hand out. Here's where having twins is a real kicker...because having their own valentines to pass out is the only real way to secure their identities and validate the fact that they are separate and equally cherished human beings, right???? Let me just say there are 24 kids in their class. 2-4. That is a lot of valentines. More on that tomorrow.
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Also important to note: the pretzel rod has weird divots on it because my son ate all of the M&Ms off of it...which means that on top of being warmed by hand juices and flavored with viruses, the pretzel rod was also covered in saliva. Awesome.
Monday, February 9, 2009
I have a book club meeting here tonight and there are dust bunnies the size of tumble weeds all over my floors, so I don't have long, BUT...wanted to leave you with one of my favorite Valentines Day projects. I actually made these for the girls last year, and they still fit. Gotta love it when cuteness meets practicality. Plus, I originally created these out of jeans my girls had grown out of in length, but not in width...so I feel this project is resourceful in all kinds of ways!
May I present...bell-bottom ruffles.
So easy...basically taking a ruffle and adding it to the end of a pair of jeans. I started to type it all out, and then realized there are a few steps to it that may not make sense without a visual. So, if you're interested, let me know and I will talk you through it! If you sew, you probably have enough info to recreate it for yourself...in which case, happy bell-bottoming (and yes, that is bowling pin kitty and her BFF, L, pictured below)!!