Turner: What is that, Mom?
Mom: Mama got herself some new underwear.
Turner: Oh. I thought it was something for Evelyn because of the pink on top.
Mom: Nope! It's something for ME!
(long pause as I take them out of the package)
Owen: Uh, they look too small for you, Mom.
(Turner whispered, "Owen!!!! We don't say things like that to Mommy.")
Tuesday, January 31, 2012
Monday, January 30, 2012
Monday Mumbles
Who's ready for Monday? Come on...who's coming with me? Who's ready? Who's awake? Who's.....tired?
1. I know I'm doing something right when my 7 year old hears "I Hate Myself For Loving You" (a la Joan Jett) on the car radio and says thoughtfully..."I know this song." It plays for another 30 seconds while yours truly belts it out and then he goes, "It's the Sunday Night Football song!" Yes, my wonderful little boy, yes it is.
2. Speaking of football, that wonderful little boy just got signed up for his first taste of it. Flag football this spring. I can't wait to see if he likes it!
3. Even more so, I cannot wait to be the parent on the sideline again, camera in hand. I LOVE coaching basketball, but I miss having photos of the games. I'd ask Hubs, but he's doing his best just watching OJ and EJ and still attempting to catch most of the game.
4. TO had one of his basketball buddies over Friday night. While I was in the midst of setting up their beds and asking the boys pertinent questions and blankets, he said to me with a confused grin, "You are acting like my MOM....no offense." I took that as a compliment meaning I act like a coach in practice and not like a coddling "are you alright baby" kinda MOM.
5. I just took my Facebook friends from 171 to 152 this weekend. Not gonna lie. It felt great.
6. My mom, Evelyn, and I took an hour and a half car ride Saturday afternoon. Evelyn was NOT at all pleased with being in the car. We stopped after an hour to get my sister and my mom hopped in the back with her. While she attempted to sooth the grumpy little turd, Evelyn decided to remove her shoe, remove her sock, take my mom's hand and guide it to her leg. When mom's leg patting was clearly the wrong move, Evelyn took her hand once more and placed it directly on her foot. And this is how my mom learned that her granddaughter is spoiled beyond all imaginable and receives foot rubs in the car.
7. Some of you know me, some of you have been reading long enough to know, but some of you newbies don't really know how much I love sports. I don't post a lot of "MY TEAM DID..." on here, but you all need to know. I love my Kansas Jayhawks. I love my Oakland Raiders. I love my Kansas City Royals. I'm gaining a fast appreciation for Sporting KC Soccer while my interest in boxing is waning.
8. Oh, and I'm not a casual fan. Sure, as a mom, I might have to miss a few games now and then due to activities. But given a chance to attend a purse and gossip party or hang with Hubs and his friends to watch the game.....? I'm picking the game. Every time.
9. Unless the host of the purse party happened to be married to some really hot football player and he would be in attendance to assist with the veggie tray. I mean, I am still a chick after all.
10. OJ never stays in his bed. I vaguely recall my parents saying someone else did that when they were younger, but I don't know who they were hinting at. Anyhow, when I put OJ to bed, he is never IN his bed when TO heads in for the night. He's generally on the floor. Sunday night, I told him, "OJ, I do NOT want to see you on the floor when TO comes to bed. It's too chilly down there." He nodded his compliance. When I took TO in, OJ was NOT on the floor!! He listened! No floor bed for him. Instead, he was tucked snugly in TO's bed. At least he listened, right?
1. I know I'm doing something right when my 7 year old hears "I Hate Myself For Loving You" (a la Joan Jett) on the car radio and says thoughtfully..."I know this song." It plays for another 30 seconds while yours truly belts it out and then he goes, "It's the Sunday Night Football song!" Yes, my wonderful little boy, yes it is.
2. Speaking of football, that wonderful little boy just got signed up for his first taste of it. Flag football this spring. I can't wait to see if he likes it!
3. Even more so, I cannot wait to be the parent on the sideline again, camera in hand. I LOVE coaching basketball, but I miss having photos of the games. I'd ask Hubs, but he's doing his best just watching OJ and EJ and still attempting to catch most of the game.
4. TO had one of his basketball buddies over Friday night. While I was in the midst of setting up their beds and asking the boys pertinent questions and blankets, he said to me with a confused grin, "You are acting like my MOM....no offense." I took that as a compliment meaning I act like a coach in practice and not like a coddling "are you alright baby" kinda MOM.
5. I just took my Facebook friends from 171 to 152 this weekend. Not gonna lie. It felt great.
6. My mom, Evelyn, and I took an hour and a half car ride Saturday afternoon. Evelyn was NOT at all pleased with being in the car. We stopped after an hour to get my sister and my mom hopped in the back with her. While she attempted to sooth the grumpy little turd, Evelyn decided to remove her shoe, remove her sock, take my mom's hand and guide it to her leg. When mom's leg patting was clearly the wrong move, Evelyn took her hand once more and placed it directly on her foot. And this is how my mom learned that her granddaughter is spoiled beyond all imaginable and receives foot rubs in the car.
7. Some of you know me, some of you have been reading long enough to know, but some of you newbies don't really know how much I love sports. I don't post a lot of "MY TEAM DID..." on here, but you all need to know. I love my Kansas Jayhawks. I love my Oakland Raiders. I love my Kansas City Royals. I'm gaining a fast appreciation for Sporting KC Soccer while my interest in boxing is waning.
8. Oh, and I'm not a casual fan. Sure, as a mom, I might have to miss a few games now and then due to activities. But given a chance to attend a purse and gossip party or hang with Hubs and his friends to watch the game.....? I'm picking the game. Every time.
9. Unless the host of the purse party happened to be married to some really hot football player and he would be in attendance to assist with the veggie tray. I mean, I am still a chick after all.
10. OJ never stays in his bed. I vaguely recall my parents saying someone else did that when they were younger, but I don't know who they were hinting at. Anyhow, when I put OJ to bed, he is never IN his bed when TO heads in for the night. He's generally on the floor. Sunday night, I told him, "OJ, I do NOT want to see you on the floor when TO comes to bed. It's too chilly down there." He nodded his compliance. When I took TO in, OJ was NOT on the floor!! He listened! No floor bed for him. Instead, he was tucked snugly in TO's bed. At least he listened, right?
Friday, January 27, 2012
Funny Faces Friday
I'm in a blogging rut. I've only done Mumbles and Faces for the past few months weeks. I have thoughts swimming in my mind, but I can't seem to get them down onto "paper".
Part of the reason is because I'm stuck in working mommy role where everything is mommy related, and let's face it. There are enough mommy blogs. My thoughts are no different than a hundred other moms.
Another reason is because the thoughts I'm having are potentially risky. They run the risk of offending others, at the very least because my opinions will differ from theirs. Sure, this doesn't typically bother me. But the issues are sensitive, the thoughts are raw, and if put here, they run the risk of alienating even if that is not the intent.
In effect, my life is boring. I'm okay with this, but it makes for pretty tame blogging. I don't have the time or energy to sit and research and provide you with provocative questions or links. I don't want to minimize and focus the blog for only one cause or concern.
It leaves us back to where we were, huh? I didn't even take new photos recently to share with you today. So what's a gal to do? Dig into the archives. Everyone needs a giggle, even if it's recycled. Happy Friday!
Part of the reason is because I'm stuck in working mommy role where everything is mommy related, and let's face it. There are enough mommy blogs. My thoughts are no different than a hundred other moms.
Another reason is because the thoughts I'm having are potentially risky. They run the risk of offending others, at the very least because my opinions will differ from theirs. Sure, this doesn't typically bother me. But the issues are sensitive, the thoughts are raw, and if put here, they run the risk of alienating even if that is not the intent.
In effect, my life is boring. I'm okay with this, but it makes for pretty tame blogging. I don't have the time or energy to sit and research and provide you with provocative questions or links. I don't want to minimize and focus the blog for only one cause or concern.
It leaves us back to where we were, huh? I didn't even take new photos recently to share with you today. So what's a gal to do? Dig into the archives. Everyone needs a giggle, even if it's recycled. Happy Friday!
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| This is Till five years ago, age 9. It's Halloween. We don't typically allow guns in the car. What do you take us for? Texans? |
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| Yup, this is Turner. Please look close. Scooby slippers. Black work gloves. And? Oh yeah. A fanny pack. |
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| This is why Owen was named "The Angry Italian" for so long. He looks like a greasy little mobster baby. Evil eye and all. |
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| Evelyn has been a diva from the word go. At least she doesn't stick her tongue out all the time, like she used to. |
Monday, January 23, 2012
Monday Mumbles
Good morning. Been a bit of a crazy weekend. Instead of mumbles from me today, you're going to get some wisdom from children. No, not mine. Just some quips that I found and thought were adorable. Enjoy the innocence of these children's words today!
1. My mom's cookie are done when the smoke alarm goes off.
2. Water is composed of two gins. Oxygin and hydrogin. Oxygin is pure gin. Hydrogin is gin and water.
3. Felt markers are not good to use as lipstick.
4. When your mom is mad at your dad, don't let her brush your hair.
5. Syntax is all the money collected at the church from sinners.
6. You smell good! Is that Oil of Old Lady?
7. When your dad is mad and asks you, "Do I look stupid?" don't answer him.
8. If mom says "no" she means it. If dad says "no" it means maybe.
9. Brothers are annoying until they get a car.
10. When you breathe, you inspire. When you do not breathe, you expire.
1. My mom's cookie are done when the smoke alarm goes off.
2. Water is composed of two gins. Oxygin and hydrogin. Oxygin is pure gin. Hydrogin is gin and water.
3. Felt markers are not good to use as lipstick.
4. When your mom is mad at your dad, don't let her brush your hair.
5. Syntax is all the money collected at the church from sinners.
6. You smell good! Is that Oil of Old Lady?
7. When your dad is mad and asks you, "Do I look stupid?" don't answer him.
8. If mom says "no" she means it. If dad says "no" it means maybe.
9. Brothers are annoying until they get a car.
10. When you breathe, you inspire. When you do not breathe, you expire.
Friday, January 20, 2012
Funny Faces Friday
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| We just can't seem to get away from this clinchy smile. |
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| Evelyn met a cousin this past weekend, and here she is, giving the stink eye. |
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| Again. The smile. There is nothing cute about this. At all. |
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| Two words: Angry. Birds. |
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| In case you wondered, he's actually wearing an Angry Birds tee shirt that says "Wingman". Oh yes he is. |
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| No teeth smiley got a hair cut. Now I'm ready for his curls to come back. Now. |
Thursday, January 19, 2012
Wisdom by Owen
Mom: I'd really like to sleep through the night without somebody coming into my bed at night and waking me up, Owen.
Owen: Then why don't you go out and sleep on the couch??
Mom: Blah blah blah morning chatter....
Owen: *wiggle wiggle wiggle*
Mom: Owen, do you have to go to the bathroom?
Owen: Um, yes. Thank you for asking me, Mom.
Owen: *dinner time round table activity* Let's do best and worst today!
Owen: I'll go just go last because I'll have too many and I'll talk too much and I don't want anyone to interrupt me.
Owen: Mom, you're just too cuddly.
Mom: Thanks, Owen.
Owen: I just too much love you. Do you want to snuggle? We can cuddle in your bed. Do you want that, Mom?
Mom: Why don't we snuggle tonight when we're watching Wipeout.
Owen: Okay!! You're just so warm and cuddly. I just too much love you.
I just too much love him, too.
Owen: Then why don't you go out and sleep on the couch??
Mom: Blah blah blah morning chatter....
Owen: *wiggle wiggle wiggle*
Mom: Owen, do you have to go to the bathroom?
Owen: Um, yes. Thank you for asking me, Mom.
Owen: *dinner time round table activity* Let's do best and worst today!
Owen: I'll go just go last because I'll have too many and I'll talk too much and I don't want anyone to interrupt me.
Owen: Mom, you're just too cuddly.
Mom: Thanks, Owen.
Owen: I just too much love you. Do you want to snuggle? We can cuddle in your bed. Do you want that, Mom?
Mom: Why don't we snuggle tonight when we're watching Wipeout.
Owen: Okay!! You're just so warm and cuddly. I just too much love you.
I just too much love him, too.
Monday, January 16, 2012
Monday Mumbles
Another Monday, another day off work. Days like these really trick a gal, though, into thinking four day weeks are the norm. Oh so wrong.
1. Our 2nd grade boys basketball team is 2-0. Turner is progressing nicely, but it'll take more one on one work either with me or Hubs.
2. Man coaches do not like losing to women coaches. At all.
3. Sissy has a LOT of hair. And I love every minute that she'll sit still and allow me to comb it out and play with it.
4. She's still bow-legged, by the way. Walking like she's on a camel. Apparently, the more she walks and runs, the more it'll work itself out. She certainly gets in plenty of running, chasing after Owen in anger.
5. Sunday afternoon/evening I escaped for a girl's day. We met up and bowled a game and successfully stayed under 100. Impressive, we were. In the 10th frame, my girlfriend bowled a strike, and the group of boys next to us started clapping for her. Standing ovation! They were probably 4th grade or so. What sweet kids.
6. Or were they mocking? Hmmm...
7. I had leftovers from my dinner last night. This morning, the box is sitting empty in the trash. Another hmmm.....Okay, well not so much. Clearly Hubs is a pig and couldn't contain himself.
8. OJ and Sissy and I are up bright and early. Ugh. We're about to hit the store and get diapers and wipes. I'd like to think we're getting to the tail end of buying these items. She's 19 months and I had the boys frequently attempting the toilet by this age. In due time, I suppose. She knows what she's doing when she's doing it, she just hasn't figure out she should be doing it somewhere else. I figure I've got 5 months to make my 2 year old goal. I can do this a bit longer....oy.
9. My mumbles have been a tad boring. This is why I shouldn't write them on days off work. I'm not feeling nearly as spunky on days off as I would if I was gearing up for dealing with co-workers and clients.
10. Quite a few asked about the pot pie recipe. It's really nothing special, and it's not exact. It's a concoction of ingredients I slap together and not really measured. I prefer to cook my chicken either by baking for 2.5-3 hours in brother and seasoned with salt, pepper, and season salt, or crock potted all day with the same mix.
I cook the carrots in a mix of water and butter until they are nearly softened, and then throw in a can of corn and a can of green beans. I add water/butter as needed to keep them from frying. Once all veggies are warmed, I mix in a can of cream of chicken. If I do frozen bags of veggies, which makes more, I'll also add a can of cream of mushroom. I will season as I choose with salt and pepper.
I shred the chicken, add it to the veggie/soup mix. I pour in some of the chicken broth for taste and consistency. If it needs to be thickened after that, I sprinkle in flour until the consistency is goopy enough for pot pie, not too runny and not too thick and pasty.
The biscuits were big and flaky Grands kind. I flattened them between my palms and pressed them into muffin/cupcake paper liners. Some extra would be at the top and I just flattened those gently against the muffin pan. I scooped in pot pie mixture to the top, and then baked them for 15-20, until the biscuits were golden brown around the top edges that I could see, and hoped that the insides were cooked as well.
:) That is all.
1. Our 2nd grade boys basketball team is 2-0. Turner is progressing nicely, but it'll take more one on one work either with me or Hubs.
2. Man coaches do not like losing to women coaches. At all.
3. Sissy has a LOT of hair. And I love every minute that she'll sit still and allow me to comb it out and play with it.
4. She's still bow-legged, by the way. Walking like she's on a camel. Apparently, the more she walks and runs, the more it'll work itself out. She certainly gets in plenty of running, chasing after Owen in anger.
5. Sunday afternoon/evening I escaped for a girl's day. We met up and bowled a game and successfully stayed under 100. Impressive, we were. In the 10th frame, my girlfriend bowled a strike, and the group of boys next to us started clapping for her. Standing ovation! They were probably 4th grade or so. What sweet kids.
6. Or were they mocking? Hmmm...
7. I had leftovers from my dinner last night. This morning, the box is sitting empty in the trash. Another hmmm.....Okay, well not so much. Clearly Hubs is a pig and couldn't contain himself.
8. OJ and Sissy and I are up bright and early. Ugh. We're about to hit the store and get diapers and wipes. I'd like to think we're getting to the tail end of buying these items. She's 19 months and I had the boys frequently attempting the toilet by this age. In due time, I suppose. She knows what she's doing when she's doing it, she just hasn't figure out she should be doing it somewhere else. I figure I've got 5 months to make my 2 year old goal. I can do this a bit longer....oy.
9. My mumbles have been a tad boring. This is why I shouldn't write them on days off work. I'm not feeling nearly as spunky on days off as I would if I was gearing up for dealing with co-workers and clients.
10. Quite a few asked about the pot pie recipe. It's really nothing special, and it's not exact. It's a concoction of ingredients I slap together and not really measured. I prefer to cook my chicken either by baking for 2.5-3 hours in brother and seasoned with salt, pepper, and season salt, or crock potted all day with the same mix.
I cook the carrots in a mix of water and butter until they are nearly softened, and then throw in a can of corn and a can of green beans. I add water/butter as needed to keep them from frying. Once all veggies are warmed, I mix in a can of cream of chicken. If I do frozen bags of veggies, which makes more, I'll also add a can of cream of mushroom. I will season as I choose with salt and pepper.
I shred the chicken, add it to the veggie/soup mix. I pour in some of the chicken broth for taste and consistency. If it needs to be thickened after that, I sprinkle in flour until the consistency is goopy enough for pot pie, not too runny and not too thick and pasty.
The biscuits were big and flaky Grands kind. I flattened them between my palms and pressed them into muffin/cupcake paper liners. Some extra would be at the top and I just flattened those gently against the muffin pan. I scooped in pot pie mixture to the top, and then baked them for 15-20, until the biscuits were golden brown around the top edges that I could see, and hoped that the insides were cooked as well.
:) That is all.
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