The other morning, just after waking up, the boys and I were having our daily cuddle-in-bed-before-starting-the-day ritual. I told them I had a dream about the chickens we will be getting in a few months. This - of course - launched the boys into a thousand questions and comments. So Tagg says to me:
"Mommy, the baby chickens say Borak Borak Borak Borak"
His little hands were bouncing around the bed, apparently the way little chicks would walk around. Then, out of no where, he starts giggling like mad. I asked him what was so funny, and he said:
"Mommy, we should name the chickens Obama, because they say Borak!"
You tell me, what two and a half year old makes a political joke?
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
surviving winter so far
Nine days without power, and a month without school. Honestly, I feel as thought I can take anything at this point. (Did I just jinx myself or what?) Both kids were troopers throughout the power/school/friend/normality drought, although I started to wither towards the end of it all.
We had a two hour delay yesterday, due to more ice (really, how much more ice is there to fall?) first day back after a month off, and it's a delay, go figure. Anyhow winter is half over (right, I can call it that now?) so were getting there.
Already picking out spring flowers. That's not putting the cart before the horse, is it?
We had a two hour delay yesterday, due to more ice (really, how much more ice is there to fall?) first day back after a month off, and it's a delay, go figure. Anyhow winter is half over (right, I can call it that now?) so were getting there.
Already picking out spring flowers. That's not putting the cart before the horse, is it?
Monday, December 22, 2008
our ice storm of 2008
Ok, well, I realize it wasn't out personal ice storm. Like many granite staters- we were hit pretty hard. Nine days without power, with the last few days topped off by three straight days of snow (why not, right?) But hey- we made the best of it, and stuck together through it. It was a wonderful opportunity to see neighbors helping neighbors. People with generators offering showers and warm meals. Cooper's school has been turned into a shelter (still many people without power) so he has an extra ten days tacked onto his school vacation (fun for the kids- not so much for mothers!) Here are some pictures. We chose not to take too many pics of the destruction, more to focus on the beauty of an ice covered landscape.
Sunday, December 7, 2008
Sunday, November 23, 2008
first school picture
Ok, I know I'm the mom, so I'm terriably bias. However- isn't this just the most handsome five year old you've ever laid eyes on?
Proud mama here
Sunday, October 26, 2008
listen to your dreams
Like, I'm talking literally, not in a "follow your dreams and be all you can be" sort of way, but when you have a good dream at night, go with it the next day.
I love, love, love to cook. I consider myself a fairly decent chef, although my boastful husband tells me I could be on Iron Chef, or Hell's Kitchen (how well would I do with all that criticism?) I pride myself in my ability to feed my family unique dishes, as well as good home cooked comfort foods. As all chefs do, I have my glitches, and dishes turn out not-so-well.
The one thing that I"ve bombed every time is omelettes. How could someone mess up an omelet, you ask? Too much cheese, too much egg (waaaay too much egg) all brown on the bottom, just generally yucky. I kept making them, however, never one to turn down a challenge. Bless my boy's hearts, the three of them kept eating my attempts, smiling their way through weeks of bad omelets. (Aaron just reminded me that sometimes, they were actually inedible. . yikes!) Somehow, they seemed to be getting worse, not better.
Last night (and this is how you know you've reached domestic goddess status) I actually dreamed of how to make a better omelet. "render more fat from the bacon." "water down the eggs with milk" "less cheese"
This morning, 7:30 sharp, I went to work on my "dream omelet" Success! Just as my nocturnal imagination had told me, the tips paid off, and I made the perfect omelet. Ok, maybe not perfect, but leaps and bounds better then dozen or so previous attempts.
Now, tonight, as I fall asleep, I'm going to start thinking of how to bring the cost of crude oil down. . .I'll let you know what I come up with!
***note. Type out the word "omelette" I got several different spelling options, that's why it's spelled differently in this post!
I love, love, love to cook. I consider myself a fairly decent chef, although my boastful husband tells me I could be on Iron Chef, or Hell's Kitchen (how well would I do with all that criticism?) I pride myself in my ability to feed my family unique dishes, as well as good home cooked comfort foods. As all chefs do, I have my glitches, and dishes turn out not-so-well.
The one thing that I"ve bombed every time is omelettes. How could someone mess up an omelet, you ask? Too much cheese, too much egg (waaaay too much egg) all brown on the bottom, just generally yucky. I kept making them, however, never one to turn down a challenge. Bless my boy's hearts, the three of them kept eating my attempts, smiling their way through weeks of bad omelets. (Aaron just reminded me that sometimes, they were actually inedible. . yikes!) Somehow, they seemed to be getting worse, not better.
Last night (and this is how you know you've reached domestic goddess status) I actually dreamed of how to make a better omelet. "render more fat from the bacon." "water down the eggs with milk" "less cheese"
This morning, 7:30 sharp, I went to work on my "dream omelet" Success! Just as my nocturnal imagination had told me, the tips paid off, and I made the perfect omelet. Ok, maybe not perfect, but leaps and bounds better then dozen or so previous attempts.
Now, tonight, as I fall asleep, I'm going to start thinking of how to bring the cost of crude oil down. . .I'll let you know what I come up with!
***note. Type out the word "omelette" I got several different spelling options, that's why it's spelled differently in this post!
Sunday, October 19, 2008
what a beautiful state we live in
Fall in New Hampshire is so amazingly beautiful. I've lived here my whole life, and I still find it equally astonishing every year. We've really lucked out with the weather, so far we've had nice warm weekends to enjoy the colors. Today however, the crisp fall weather has reminded us that ol' man winter will be sneaking up on us soon enough. I guess that is what's so nice about fall, it's like natures "final hurrah" firework display before sleeping through the winter.
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