Monday, January 29, 2007
As for the three of us - - we plan to keep quite busy this week. I'm hoping both Camden and Griffin will give their old mother a break and sleep well, while Dad is out of town. Griffin's got his 4-month checkup on Thursday, so I am anxious to find out how much he weighs now, and how he is doing in general.
I hear a baby paging me through the monitor, so I must wrap this up.
Wednesday, January 24, 2007
Nothing makes me nuttier than walking into a public restroom, choosing a stall, and then discovering that the person in the stall next door is gabbing on her cell phone. I mean, really. In my experience, the conversation is usually loud, and about something that the general population does NOT want to know about. Not only that, but how does a person "take care of business" AND hold a teeny-tiny cell phone between their shoulder and ear? I have no clue.
Next on my list is the person who wanders through the store, talking on their phone the entire time. This is what I encountered last week at my local WalMart Supercenter. There I was, the World's Perfect Cell Phone User, minding my own business, shopping for groceries with my two young sons. Every aisle I entered, I ran into the same woman, talking very loudly about how so-and-so cheated on so-and-so, etc., etc., and plenty more details nobody needed to know. The worst part was that her two daughters were trapped in the grocery cart, looking miserable. We finally met face-to-face over by the pharmacy, when she stopped in the middle of the aisle to really get into her conversation, oblivious to the fact that there were other people trying to do their shopping. I tried to maneuver my cart around hers, when she turned and put her hand in my face as in a "stop" gesture, and glared at me with all her might. To that I replied, "Maybe you ought to pay attention to what you are doing!" I probably should have kept my mouth shut, but I sure felt better!
Okay, so maybe the WalMart Woman feels as I do, when I am in my car. Maybe she only feels that she can "talk" when she is shopping. Maybe the guy in the car behind me (while I'm jabbering on the phone) is pulling his hair out because I am driving 25 in a 50, so caught up in my conversation that I am oblivious to the other drivers around me. In my own defense, at least I'm having my conversation in private. However, I guess operating a motor vehicle should demand one's full attention. So much for my rant!
Tuesday, January 23, 2007
Camden's new obsession: Paul Bunyan
Two of the reasons I don't get a lot of sleep. As you can see, there isn't much room for me.
Camden discovers the joys of Nutella
A picture from Steve's recent camping trip. Yes, in the snow, and it was 20 degrees below zero. Not kidding. That's Steve's partner in craziness, Chuck. At least they camped next to a hot spring!
Friday, January 19, 2007
Do you have a favorite weird food or weird drink combination? If so, what is it? If not, did you ever have one when you were growing up?
Wednesday, January 17, 2007
This first recipe is for Oatmeal Pizza Crust. I use this every Monday, because Monday night is "pizza night" in our home. I love pizza night because it is so simple, and the boys love it. My Aunt Jean shared a recipe for veggie pizza with me a few years back, and this is the crust from that recipe.
Oatmeal Pizza Crust
3/4 cup warm water
2 tbsp. peanut oil (I usually use canola)
1 tsp. salt
1 cup white flour
3/4 cup whole wheat flour
3/4 cup oats (I like to use different things here - - sometimes rolled oats, sometimes steel cut oats, and for extra crunch, some 7-grain cereal)
1 tbsp. sugar
1 tsp. yeast
Add ingredients in bread machine as suggested by manufacturer; select "dough" cycle. When cycle is complete, remove dough to a lightly floured surface. Flatten out and roll into a 12" circle. Place on pizza pan that has been sprayed with cooking spray. Form a rim by pinching the edges of the dough. Lightly brush the surface of the dough with some oil, and prick dough randomly with a fork. Preheat oven to 400 degrees and par bake the crust for 10 minutes. Remove from the oven, increase oven temperature to 425 degrees. Add desired toppings and return to oven and bake for 10 minutes.
This next recipe is the bread I make each week (2-3 times!) for our standard loaf of bread. This one is Steve's favorite. I like it too, as it stays quite moist, and tastes great. I love to toast it for breakfast, and spread some cashew butter on it.
Honey Whole Wheat Bread
(1 1/2 pound loaf)
1 cup, plus one tablespoon of warm water
1 1/2 tsp. salt
1/4 cup honey
1 1/2 cups bread flour
1 1/2 cups whole wheat flour
1 tbsp. plus 1 tsp. shortening
1 tbsp. dry milk
1 tsp. yeast
Place all ingredients in bread machine and press start! I prefer to use the "dough" cycle, and when the cycle is over, I knead the dough lightly, then place in a bread pan and let rise to double. Then, I bake it in the oven at 375 degrees for 30 minutes.
Sunday, January 14, 2007
Happy Anniversary, I love you more than you could possibly know.
Camden and Papa, 2003
With Mum at the Boise Race for the Cure, 2004
Camden getting fitted for shoes by his Papa, 2004
With Nana, 2004
(I had a bunch more pictures picked out, but Blogger won't let me post them! Shucks!)
Friday, January 12, 2007
- The one non-essential item I simply cannot live without is ____________.
Thursday, January 11, 2007
Monday, January 08, 2007
Banzer, soon to be 8 months old...Griffin, almost 4 months old
So, today ought to be interesting. I haven't been out of the house in days, and at this point in time, I'm rather sleep-deprived. My preschooler got up WAY too early, which usually leads to some sort of crazy melt-down later in the day. Luckily, Steve has the day off, so I have reinforcements. Let the games begin!
Sunday, January 07, 2007
I'm happy to report that Camden has recovered, although I'm quite sure he'll lose a fingernail before it is all said and done.
Saturday, January 06, 2007
Here's Camden last weekend in Fairfield, trying out his new snowshoes (from Aunt Dani and Uncle Aaron)
Here's Camden, trying out our friend Dennis's four-wheeler. We went to Fairfield last weekend to see Dennis's new house - - it is beautiful (Dennis was Steve's commander while they were in Iraq)
Steve, trying out his new daypack on Christmas day
Griffin, trying out his Bumbo seat, while Riley checks out Griffin's new sweater
Love this one of Steve and Griffin...
I hijacked this picture from my sister-in-law, Kasey...love this shot of our nephew, Banzer with Steve.
Steve has drill this weekend, so the boys and I are "homebound" for three days. I thought I would go insane without a car this weekend, but so far I'm happy to report that I am completely sane. Besides working all the time, Steve has a ski trip coming up next weekend. He and his friend Chuck are going to ski quite a few miles into the wilderness and camp out near a hot spring (yes, in the snow). Steve's friend Dennis has decided to go too, and he is currently boarding a team of sled dogs on his property. The sled dogs are going to go along (with their handler) and haul the guys' gear in, so they can get a workout (these dogs have done the Ididerod). So, it should be interesting to say the least. Steve's got some business travel coming up this month as well, so we won't be seeing too much of him it seems.
Camden is busy, as usual. He informed me last night that he would like a baby sister. This morning, he added that he'd like her to be named Jessica. I told him he would need to bring this up with his father, which I'm sure will thrill Steve to no end (insert sarcasm here). Recently, Camden's become very interested in clocks, asking what time it is, etc. So, we are working harder on our numbers these days. He is still very obsessed with the movie "Cars", and everything that goes with it. He is all boy, and he keeps me hopping, pretty much around the clock.
Griffin is almost 15 weeks old - - I can't believe it. About two weeks ago, he started sleeping about 6 hours at a stretch during the night, which is a huge breakthrough for him because he had been getting up every 2-3 hours since he was born. He is also getting better at taking naps. He smiles all the time, and this week he figured out how to blow raspberries, so he is pretty much covered in spit at all times now. He is growing much too fast for me.
As for me, things continue to fall into place. The boys and I have a pretty good routine each day, and the time seems like it flies by. Next week will be particularly busy with gymnastics, dentist, Mom's group, etc. I've also decided to try out a couple of classes, which I am really looking forward to. One is this week - - baby sign language. Then, next week I'll go to a "snowshoe for women" class. Thought I'd try something new. It is going to be good to get out and do something just for myself.
That is all from here, for now. Happy weekend!
Thursday, January 04, 2007
There is something about running that is hard to explain. I guess for me, the best way to sum it up is, as a kid, I never felt comfortable in gym class - - I didn't like group sports, felt awkward, uncoordinated, and above all else, self-conscious. I just never felt like I fit in. When I started running, though, I felt like an athlete for the first time in my life. When I would participate in a road race, I didn't stand around at the starting line wondering if I was the fastest, strongest, thinnest, etc. - - I was just a plain old runner, like everyone else there. Another thing that I have always loved about running is that familiar acknowledgement that occurs between two runners when they meet on the road (you'll know what I mean if you've experienced this yourself) - - a quick smile, nod, or wave, but it is more than that. It is almost like a secret handshake is contained within that knowing glance, that nobody else knows about, unless they run, too.
I ran for a few minutes this morning, while taking my morning walk on the treadmill. It felt a little weird, which I'm guessing comes from the fact that I am still carrying extra baby weight, as well as the fact that this old bod hasn't done much exercising this past year, until recently. There's a 5K in Boise in March - - the first "official" race of the spring...maybe I ought to enter.
Tuesday, January 02, 2007
I give you Exhibit A:
Exhibit B:Exhibit C:
For those of you who are wondering what the heck I am babbling on about, Griffin is a bit of a, oh, how shall I put this? A Mama's Boy. There. So now you know. He wants Mommy. All the time. Cries when I'm out of earshot or peripheral vision. It is getting bad. Thus, the various pictures of him strapped to my body, for I cannot hold the boy 24/7. Strapping him to my body only encourages him to want to be held more, you say? While the sensible part of my brain knows that, the part of my brain that hasn't slept through the night in nearly a year doesn't give a rat's you-know-what. And it isn't just the baby-wearing. There is a seemingly growing list of things I do, against my better judgment, in an effort to Preserve My Sanity and/or Prevent Both Boys From Melting Down At The Same Time. Having Griffin nap in his swing. Putting Griffin in bed with us because then I don't have to get my sorry behind out of bed x number of times during the night, when he wakes up. Bribing Camden with miscellaneous treats to ensure proper behavior in public. Sticking Camden in front of a video because I feel like my head will explode if I don't get a few minutes to myself. I could keep going, but I'd be here all night. Time to go. I need to give Griffin his nightly snort of chardonnay. I can't get over how much better he sleeps after he drinks it. Just kidding.