Indulge Me

It's 8:59pm Thursday night.
Everyone is asleep but me.
Here's my tater-tot casserolle.
Untouched.

That was my attempt at the dramatic, but I'm a drawn-out story gal, so here goes. I was so proud of myself this morning for making the casserolle because I was anticipating. Anticipating that on days like today, when Eric come home at noon, we try to go out and do stuff and run late and dinner gets pushed aside until we're too tired and impatient and cranky to make anything so we spend too much money on some junk. So good for me for thinking ahead! Until we did run late and come home and I had a meeting at seven and the casserolle wasn't heated until the middle of my meeting and now I'm out and like I said, all are asleep and nobody touched it.

So I'm eating it cold because everybody knows that tater-tots do not reheat well in the micro.

the end.

I've noticed recipe sharing on blogs, so my turn. My friend told me to mix stuffing and an egg or two with your meat and put it in muffin tins. (This is a meatloaf variation, by the way.) Then, make an indention and fill it with bar-b-q sauce and cook it. But don't overcook it like I did. It was yummy, but I could tell it would be really yummy if it weren't quite so crispy =)

Thanksgiving in January

I commented to mother the other day how when most of us were kids and teens we didn't know how good we had it. Adults may have mentioned that to us, but we didn't really get it until now. No bills to worry about, going to school with your friends, getting taught, P.E. class in the middle of the day, sports teams, hot homemade meals on a regular basis (made by someone else!), and being with the family.

So, I thought about how I'm in the same situation at present. I complain often and don't realize how good I have it. Family. Home. Safety. Health. Food! Silly and adorable children. Four seasons. Sweatsuits (see previous post), washing machine, electricity, running water, comedies, the Australian Open, DVR, and I bet you know what I'm off to do now!

Family Home Evening

We have a group of friends with whom we swap FHE ideas once a month. It's the only thing that has motivated me to actually do FHE, sorry to admit. Anyway, last night we had a fun game similar to Blues Clues, thanks to Liz, and then it was time for treats. (Ty and Ash, if you read this, I was totally thinking of Lydia after this happened.) Tate started crying when we led him to the kitchen because he wanted to go to bed. We couldn't argue with that! So I started to get him a book, but he cried and didn't even want a story. All he wanted were his two monkey blankets, lights out, and for me to leave! It was all very strange.

By the way, for the Blues Clues FHE game, you copy off 3 paw prints and have a little notepad handy. The lesson was on following Jesus' example. We read a story about a little girl that tried to do what Jesus would do for a whole morning. Then for the game, you have the kid(s) leave the room while you attach the paw prints to three items (such as a tithing slip, a coin, and a dollar bill), then the kid(s) come back in and finds the slips. They draw pictures of what the paws were attached to, and then guess how it applies to what Jesus wants us to do, like pay tithing. You keep going as much as you want with different items. I enjoyed it even if Tate was too young =)

What Not to Wear need not apply

Oh, hello there. This is a fashion post. Avery is still quite interested in fashion. As shown in this ensemble. She likes how the belt really accentuates her waist.

Tate is in need of a haircut. I was trying to capture his resemblance to Syndrome of the Incredibles with this shot.

Here are my boys walking to church on a rainy Sunday. Lookin' mighty fine!!

Usually Tate is dressed in active wear, and once Avery came along with her spits, I decided to join the fad. I'm now the proud owner of FIVE sweatsuits! This is WONDERFUL!!

update

This is our screen saver. I know it's not exactly flattering, but it makes me laugh every time I see it!

I know the pressing question on everyone's minds is: "How is Tate doing with his new sister?"

Well, wait no more, here's the news: No new news!

He nearly hyperventalated when mom held Avery. She had to quickly pass the babe back to me. He's also resorted to running into his room and slamming the door for time-out even though he hasn't done anything wrong. He just wants the attention that come with letting him out I'm guessing. He also put a blanky on the floor, put the diaper basket near the blanket, and layed down for a diaper change even though he was pretty clean and doesn't even like being changed.

There it is. I hope to report some progress someday!!!

smiles

Tate is offering incentive to organize your closets. He only charges your sanity.

Here's my shout-out to all the mothers with two children in diapers. Can I get a woot woot!!

A few mornings ago, Avery told me that she felt like wearing her fancy hat with the big bow with her pajamas. I know she doesn't talk yet, but it was all in her eyes and look how pleased she is with the outcome!

Here's Avery's new Kate Goselin-type-old-hairstyle. Aves has been blessed with my cowlicks. In fact, that's the only physical manifestation that she belongs to me. So, I'm happy to show that I think I may have figured out what to do with the hair. Flatten the front cowlick in the front with a bow and poof the back up! Again, she's pleased =)