IF you are eating mostly brown rice and you get tired of seasoning it only with salt and maybe a little herbs and butter and IF you decide to go with some brown sugar and cinnamon on your rice for your breakfast, I am telling you now, you should probably not use some of the rice that you steamed at the same time you steamed broccoli. Broccoli and brown sugar really do not mix.
I just thought you should know.
Also, IF you use body wash to wash your hair, it does not really work the same as shampoo. Ask Snow White. I am sure she would be happy to tell you all about it. (Okay, so happy is stretching it, but the extra shower she got is testament enough, I think.)
So, now you know.
October 6, 2009
October 5, 2009
It's Official
I am officially the mom of a teenager, and thereby, know absolutely nothing--including how to pick out clothes for myself and my daughters, what to say when tears are flowing, and when it is appropriate to ask how one's day was or ignore one's very existence. The good news is, I hear this is temporary. In about seven to nine years, I will become mostly human again. That's nice.
Cinderella had a great celebration day. She was absolutely thrilled with each and every gift. (Thanks to all!) And, I'm guessing the turkey dinner she requested went over well since she decided she was so full after dinner, she needed to have her ice cream cake the next day.
{Happy Birthday Cinderella! We love you more than words and are so grateful you are a part of our family.}
Cinderella had a great celebration day. She was absolutely thrilled with each and every gift. (Thanks to all!) And, I'm guessing the turkey dinner she requested went over well since she decided she was so full after dinner, she needed to have her ice cream cake the next day.
{Happy Birthday Cinderella! We love you more than words and are so grateful you are a part of our family.}
October 2, 2009
Sometimes
Sometimes I wish I was the Dad. Really.
I was awakened by a voice: "Mom, I just threw up in the kitchen sink."
I opened my eyes and saw Sleeping Beauty standing over me. King mumbled, "Yuck," and rolled over. I questioned Sleeping Beauty about her tummy and her throat and her head and her eating habits. I felt her forehead, gave her a hug, got her a "puke bowl" and tucked her back in bed, cleaned the kitchen sink. Then I laid awake for the next thirty minutes, waiting to hear her getting sick again and thinking and worrying.
Poor Sleeping Beauty, tomorrow is a field trip at school. She's going to be so sad to miss it.
Why is she sick? She isn't hot. She feels fine. What did she eat? Was it once, is she done? I hope she misses the floor if she is going to puke again.
Oh, great, she's supposed to dance for the ward party Friday. I hope she's okay.
Hmmm, I guess I'm not going to the lunch and shopping date I have planned. I'll have to cancel that. And no grocery shopping either.
I hope she doesn't get the Swine Flu. She won't, I'm sure she's fine. I wonder why she's sick.
And on and on, until I finally convinced myself she was done being sick and fell back asleep. And what was King doing? Sleeping. I'm not sure he even remembers Sleeping Beauty coming into our room. I'm tired. I need to be more like the Daddy.
?(Sleeping Beauty is fine, by the way. She was only sick that once and is back to her perky, non-puky self!)
I was awakened by a voice: "Mom, I just threw up in the kitchen sink."
I opened my eyes and saw Sleeping Beauty standing over me. King mumbled, "Yuck," and rolled over. I questioned Sleeping Beauty about her tummy and her throat and her head and her eating habits. I felt her forehead, gave her a hug, got her a "puke bowl" and tucked her back in bed, cleaned the kitchen sink. Then I laid awake for the next thirty minutes, waiting to hear her getting sick again and thinking and worrying.
Poor Sleeping Beauty, tomorrow is a field trip at school. She's going to be so sad to miss it.
Why is she sick? She isn't hot. She feels fine. What did she eat? Was it once, is she done? I hope she misses the floor if she is going to puke again.
Oh, great, she's supposed to dance for the ward party Friday. I hope she's okay.
Hmmm, I guess I'm not going to the lunch and shopping date I have planned. I'll have to cancel that. And no grocery shopping either.
I hope she doesn't get the Swine Flu. She won't, I'm sure she's fine. I wonder why she's sick.
And on and on, until I finally convinced myself she was done being sick and fell back asleep. And what was King doing? Sleeping. I'm not sure he even remembers Sleeping Beauty coming into our room. I'm tired. I need to be more like the Daddy.
?(Sleeping Beauty is fine, by the way. She was only sick that once and is back to her perky, non-puky self!)
September 30, 2009
Let Me Tell You a Story
It was past bedtime. I was already in my pajamas and had brushed my teeth. Sleeping Beauty was still doing homework because she "forgot" she had something earlier in the day. King was "helping" Sleeping Beauty with her homework (reading his book sitting next to her on the couch) and I was nursing a headache but trying to read a book while watching Food Network and slowly starving to death. (Did I ever tell you this latest medication makes me lean toward the dramatic? I didn't? Well, obviously it does. It's a good thing I get to go off of it this week. Otherwise I just may have moved into the pit of despair with the Dread Pirate Roberts. Anyway, moving on...)
I kept thinking I heard someone talking. Like someone on TV or a book on tape. I knew this couldn't be, as Cinderella and Snow White were safely tucked in bed, and King was vigilant on the homework watch. So I decided it was my head playing tricks on me. But then it was driving me crazy. So I got up toget mad at King for abandoning Sleeping Beauty and turning on talk radio investigate. When I walked out of my room, I could tell the sound was coming from the twins' room. Strange. I quietly crept to the bedside and uncovered the lump. It was Snow White, with the receiving end of our ancient baby monitor. She smiled sheepishly at me.
And I said, "What in the world is going on here?"
And she said, "Cinderella wanted to read me a story."
And the baby monitor said, "...and Lady was the happiest dog in the world until Jim Dear and Darling brought a baby home to live with them..."
So I walked down the hall to discover Cinderella under her bedspread with a flashlight, the Disney Favorites book, and the baby monitor. All I could do was silently confiscate the contraband. If I had spoken, I would have revealed my amusement at the brilliant show of sibling accord. What kind of kid chooses this way to finally show she can do something nice for her sister? I just never know what will happen next around this place.
I kept thinking I heard someone talking. Like someone on TV or a book on tape. I knew this couldn't be, as Cinderella and Snow White were safely tucked in bed, and King was vigilant on the homework watch. So I decided it was my head playing tricks on me. But then it was driving me crazy. So I got up to
And I said, "What in the world is going on here?"
And she said, "Cinderella wanted to read me a story."
And the baby monitor said, "...and Lady was the happiest dog in the world until Jim Dear and Darling brought a baby home to live with them..."
So I walked down the hall to discover Cinderella under her bedspread with a flashlight, the Disney Favorites book, and the baby monitor. All I could do was silently confiscate the contraband. If I had spoken, I would have revealed my amusement at the brilliant show of sibling accord. What kind of kid chooses this way to finally show she can do something nice for her sister? I just never know what will happen next around this place.
September 29, 2009
Yum-O
So it's been over a week since I started my Gluten Free/Dairy Free diet. So far, my headaches feel the same. I like that I am eating more fruits and vegetables than normal. That's really good. I'll have to keep that up forever, right? My friend and visiting teacher brought me some new grains and information, which helps a lot. Only rice is a little boring. I don't like that I don't really get to have any good treats. Sure, I can adapt and make those cookies with bean or soy flour, but they just aren't the same gooey goodness, and frankly, I don't have the energy or drive to experiment with lots of recipes and flours at the moment. An Oreo shake just can't be replaced. Gratefully, a nice friend in my ward brought me some gluten-free treats this weekend. So nice! Why do I think I need treats to preserve my sanity? Maybe headaches aren't my biggest problem...
Yesterday, I hit the gluten-free section of our local grocery store. I figured there had to be something there that was easy and delicious. I was in luck. They had a brownie mix that was gluten and dairy free. I eagerly put it in my cart, and headed to the produce department. But, then I thought I had better check the instructions to make sure it didn't call for anything crazy. It didn't--just eggs and water. But it had some serving instructions that made me pause: "For easier serving, cut when warm with a serrated knife using a gentle sawing motion." What? What kind of brownies need to be cut with a sawing motion? What would they taste like? Bricks? I decided that six dollars for chocolaty concrete was a little steep after all. Instead, I am feeling better with gluten/dairy-free chocolate chips stored safely in my freezer. No sawing with serrated knifes needed. Just open and eat, ignoring the waxy texture. Delish!
Yesterday, I hit the gluten-free section of our local grocery store. I figured there had to be something there that was easy and delicious. I was in luck. They had a brownie mix that was gluten and dairy free. I eagerly put it in my cart, and headed to the produce department. But, then I thought I had better check the instructions to make sure it didn't call for anything crazy. It didn't--just eggs and water. But it had some serving instructions that made me pause: "For easier serving, cut when warm with a serrated knife using a gentle sawing motion." What? What kind of brownies need to be cut with a sawing motion? What would they taste like? Bricks? I decided that six dollars for chocolaty concrete was a little steep after all. Instead, I am feeling better with gluten/dairy-free chocolate chips stored safely in my freezer. No sawing with serrated knifes needed. Just open and eat, ignoring the waxy texture. Delish!
September 25, 2009
For Sure
These things I know for sure:
1. I would have made a lousy POW. Seriously. Four days of mostly rice and I don't think I like it anymore. Can you imagine doing this for months? I'm a wimp.
2. Our house was built on land that magically grows dirty sock producing vines. Growing up through the slab, into the house. At least, that must be what is happening, because the socks in the living room and family room that keep appearing seem to belong to no one and nobody knows how they got there.
3. Boys' Basketball shorts are the most comfortable pants that ever were, and should be made in all colors to match all shirts. Even though they are loose, baggy, and sloppy, they make fabulous school clothes for girls that like to be comfortable and whose mothers are too tired in the morning to make them wear something a little more school appropriate. Just ask Snow White.
4. Twin ten-year-olds are much easier to handle than twin newborns. Except for the math homework thing.
5. It does not matter how many cable channels you have, there is nothing good on at three in the morning.
6. I still am not quite sure what "business attire" is. But I'm still sticking with the black skirt and white shirt thing. I suppose I will let you know if I am the only pseudo-nun there tonight.
7. The radio should not be allowed to play any Hannah Montana or Taylor Swift songs in the mornings because some people might just go a tiny bit crazy if they keep singing those songs all through the day while their kids are in school.
8. Well, I just don't really like odd numbers.
1. I would have made a lousy POW. Seriously. Four days of mostly rice and I don't think I like it anymore. Can you imagine doing this for months? I'm a wimp.
2. Our house was built on land that magically grows dirty sock producing vines. Growing up through the slab, into the house. At least, that must be what is happening, because the socks in the living room and family room that keep appearing seem to belong to no one and nobody knows how they got there.
3. Boys' Basketball shorts are the most comfortable pants that ever were, and should be made in all colors to match all shirts. Even though they are loose, baggy, and sloppy, they make fabulous school clothes for girls that like to be comfortable and whose mothers are too tired in the morning to make them wear something a little more school appropriate. Just ask Snow White.
4. Twin ten-year-olds are much easier to handle than twin newborns. Except for the math homework thing.
5. It does not matter how many cable channels you have, there is nothing good on at three in the morning.
6. I still am not quite sure what "business attire" is. But I'm still sticking with the black skirt and white shirt thing. I suppose I will let you know if I am the only pseudo-nun there tonight.
7. The radio should not be allowed to play any Hannah Montana or Taylor Swift songs in the mornings because some people might just go a tiny bit crazy if they keep singing those songs all through the day while their kids are in school.
8. Well, I just don't really like odd numbers.
September 23, 2009
The Piano Plan
Yesterday, Cinderella and I met a new piano teacher. Cinderella has hit a "wall" in her piano progress, and we've been trying to decide what to do for a while. She begged to quit. I didn't want that option, and I really think she didn't either. Lately, she's been asking if she could just have a new teacher. So, I asked around and found a teacher to contact. The teacher had one hour available this week--the same hour that we usually have blocked out for piano lessons. So, we met her. And we loved her. I think she'll be perfect for Cinderella. She talked with Cinderella openly and honestly, and scored some major points when she declared one of Cinderella's least favorite songs she can play "boring". Cinderella can't wait to work on less boring songs with her. She thinks she's fun and smart and won't be "annoying like my last teacher." And, me? I'm just thrilled she's excited about practicing the piano again. Phew. I really think the solution is an answer to prayers. We couldn't ask for anything better.
And, after all that...Cinderella said this morning, "I just can't stand piano lessons. They are such a drag. I wish there was some other way to just learn it and be good. Do you think I can quit soon?"
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!
And, after all that...Cinderella said this morning, "I just can't stand piano lessons. They are such a drag. I wish there was some other way to just learn it and be good. Do you think I can quit soon?"
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!
September 21, 2009
Some Probably Incoherent Ramblings
This new medicine I am on is making me crazy. I will stay on it for seven more days, and then if my headaches are not better, I most definitely will not continue. If it works, well, maybe being crazy is better than feeling sick? Maybe.
In the meantime, I don't have much of an appetite, so I have decided this is the week to start eating only rice and then slowly introduce other things into my diet. Like a baby. It's been a while since I did anything with my diet for my headaches. Maybe I'll find that I feel fabulous when I don't eat bananas. (Did I ever tell you that in one day I had one person tell me they had headaches all the time until they stopped eating bananas and one person tell me they had headaches all the time until they started eating bananas daily? Each of them swore they had found the solution to my headache problems. Funny!)
In other news, this week, Sleeping Beauty and Snow White are doing puppet shows in their school classroom. They are both wanting to buy new clothes so that they can match their puppets. I told them that I would be happy to buy their puppets new paper clothes instead. Several outfits, actually. They didn't think I was clever at all.
We got a new CD with some great A Capella songs, but one of them is titled "Peanut Butter and Jelly". If one more person sings about their love for peanut butter I think King might sew some earplugs to his ears. He has banished the topic of sandwich ingredients from the home, and swears to hang the next person who plays or sings any song with a hint of love for food.
Cindrella continues to count down the days until she is a teenager. Fourteen more days, and then she's official. She wants an ice cream cake and a magnet board for her room. That, and money for her bank account since she'll be in college soon and might need a little in her savings account to get supplies for her dorm room. She's a planner, that girl. I don't mind too much, since somehow dating and driving have been skipped in her plan. Maybe having a teenager around won't be so bad after all.
Hope you have a fabulous week! It's likely that I will feel too lousy to update much this week. But, you never know....
In the meantime, I don't have much of an appetite, so I have decided this is the week to start eating only rice and then slowly introduce other things into my diet. Like a baby. It's been a while since I did anything with my diet for my headaches. Maybe I'll find that I feel fabulous when I don't eat bananas. (Did I ever tell you that in one day I had one person tell me they had headaches all the time until they stopped eating bananas and one person tell me they had headaches all the time until they started eating bananas daily? Each of them swore they had found the solution to my headache problems. Funny!)
In other news, this week, Sleeping Beauty and Snow White are doing puppet shows in their school classroom. They are both wanting to buy new clothes so that they can match their puppets. I told them that I would be happy to buy their puppets new paper clothes instead. Several outfits, actually. They didn't think I was clever at all.
We got a new CD with some great A Capella songs, but one of them is titled "Peanut Butter and Jelly". If one more person sings about their love for peanut butter I think King might sew some earplugs to his ears. He has banished the topic of sandwich ingredients from the home, and swears to hang the next person who plays or sings any song with a hint of love for food.
Cindrella continues to count down the days until she is a teenager. Fourteen more days, and then she's official. She wants an ice cream cake and a magnet board for her room. That, and money for her bank account since she'll be in college soon and might need a little in her savings account to get supplies for her dorm room. She's a planner, that girl. I don't mind too much, since somehow dating and driving have been skipped in her plan. Maybe having a teenager around won't be so bad after all.
Hope you have a fabulous week! It's likely that I will feel too lousy to update much this week. But, you never know....
September 18, 2009
What Matters Most
I had the privilege, last night, to attend the funeral of a wonderful family man. My good friend's father passed away after complications following a fall caused by his ALS. It has made me think about how grateful I am for my fabulous family and for my knowledge of the Savior and His plan for eternal families. I was raised by two wonderful parents who loved me, and more importantly, loved God. I love this video with the words of President Thomas S. Monson, focusing on the things that matter most. Some great things to think about...
September 17, 2009
Swimming in the Black Hole
Yesterday I signed Sleeping Beauty up for swimming lessons. We decided it was time to quit tap (sad, sad day) because SB had reached the point where she would have to compete with her team on Sundays--and we want our Sundays to be rest days with the family and days of worship, not days of make up, hairspray, glitter, and dancing. So, she's done tapping. And we wanted her to have something else she enjoyed. So swimming is the new thing. The goal is to join a local swim team soon and have lots of swimming laps for hours a week. Doesn't that sound great? Well, it sounds awful to me, but SB will love it.
Speaking of swimming, have you seen Cinderella's swimming suit? I spent a small fortune on a swimming suit for her that not only covered her torso, but also didn't ride up and pull down in the wrong places, and it is now MIA. No where to be found. She wore it one Saturday on a daddy/daughter swim date, came home and showered, and that was the last time we saw it. Crazy. It must be with my workout shorts (not that I've needed them) I bought months ago and have not seen since. Does every house have a black hole like mine? And, does it take teenagers? ;) (I'm kidding--I love my almost teenager more than anything. But, it might be easier (for all of us) if she were swallowed up by a black hole for a few years. I'm just sayin'...)
Speaking of swimming, have you seen Cinderella's swimming suit? I spent a small fortune on a swimming suit for her that not only covered her torso, but also didn't ride up and pull down in the wrong places, and it is now MIA. No where to be found. She wore it one Saturday on a daddy/daughter swim date, came home and showered, and that was the last time we saw it. Crazy. It must be with my workout shorts (not that I've needed them) I bought months ago and have not seen since. Does every house have a black hole like mine? And, does it take teenagers? ;) (I'm kidding--I love my almost teenager more than anything. But, it might be easier (for all of us) if she were swallowed up by a black hole for a few years. I'm just sayin'...)
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