A couple weeks ago, I made Monster Chicken for dinner. (The recipe is on the Delicious Recipes link just under the Delicious as Pie banner. You should try it. It's divine!)
The recipe calls for 1/3 cup of white wine.
Now I don't drink wine. Or any alcohol for that matter. I never learned to care for it and frankly, never cared enough to try.
Having said that... There is the extraordinarily odd day that I will have a glass of wine. Mostly because it's been a horrendous day and my children have given me a free ride to Insanity-ville.
The day I made Monster Chicken was one of those days. I thought it serendipitous since I just happened to be cooking with wine. So I washed the dust out of one the two wine glasses I unpacked (for my parents to use when they're visiting), filled it with ice and poured in the remainder of the tiny bottle of wine I'd opened for the recipe.
When Emma noticed my glass a few minutes later, her jaw dropped to the floor. "Why are you drinking wine, Mom? You don't drink wine!"
"Sometimes, Honey, children make moms crazy and we just need a little help in staying calm."
Fast forward to this past Wednesday. Music lesson day. I sit in an uncomfortable waiting area while Hayley and Emma take back-to-back lessons.
Two little girls, maybe three years old or so, played while their moms chatted. Their lessons had already ended, but the moms were letting the girls play together for a bit. In the tiny waiting room.
The girls pounded on a table with xylophone mallets for a good 10 minutes straight. Then they proceeded to yelp like dogs. Very high pitched dogs. One of the girls wanted the front door closed, but it was so warm in the room that I needed it open. She would close it. I would open it. She would close it. I would open it. And so on.
I am a very patient person, but I was starting to lose it. I took a sip of my Starbucks mocha and commented to Emma that the owner of the studio really ought to put in a coffee shop right next door.
She agreed. And then said...
"And she should put in a wine place on the other side."
"What? A wine place?" I was incredulous. What on earth was she talking about?
"Yeah, for times like this when kids drive moms crazy."
Bwahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!
One single, flipping glass of wine and all of a sudden, we need a wine bar!
Thursday, September 9, 2010
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
"It's all about the Cheddar" or "Birthday Mania!"
You *must must must* take two minutes to watch this video. I promise you, Emma's giggles are totally worth it!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NBV7iyStDN0
And just so you don't think we're totally random (which we are), Emma is obsessed with cheddar cheese. Going on three years now of cheddar, cheddar, cheddar.
A cheese hat, a cheese key ring and best (and funniest) of all... a cheese wedge hair band!
It also makes a fantastic Barbie cheese hat, just in case Barbie wants to go to a Green Bay Packers football game. LOL!
And here are some other awesome photos of the day!
Opening presents...
There was one more gift that Scott and I gave to Emma. And no, it was not cheese-related.
It was her very own cell phone!
She was so excited that she fell silent in awe! Good thing we saved that one for last 'cause we lost her attention to the cell phone. And so it begins... LOL
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NBV7iyStDN0
And just so you don't think we're totally random (which we are), Emma is obsessed with cheddar cheese. Going on three years now of cheddar, cheddar, cheddar.
A cheese hat, a cheese key ring and best (and funniest) of all... a cheese wedge hair band!
It also makes a fantastic Barbie cheese hat, just in case Barbie wants to go to a Green Bay Packers football game. LOL!
And here are some other awesome photos of the day!
Opening presents...
Hayley made Em a mini-poster that says
"If it's not Cheddar, it's not worth it!"
And waiting for cake....
Grandma and Grandad join in the celebration via Skype!
There was one more gift that Scott and I gave to Emma. And no, it was not cheese-related.
It was her very own cell phone!
She was so excited that she fell silent in awe! Good thing we saved that one for last 'cause we lost her attention to the cell phone. And so it begins... LOL
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
Hop hop hop to another blog hop...
... all in efforts to increase my following and (hopefully) regular readers.
How it Works
***Please link directly to your Follow Me Back Tuesday Post. Links that lead directly to your personal blog hop will not be accepted and will be deleted.***
Follow Me Back Tuesday is another day of the week that you can gain more followers and find other great blogs to follow on a weekly basis. Follow Me Back Tuesday is hosted bySurvey Junkie, Little Yaya's, Review Retreat and Boobies, Babies & A Blog.
Each week we will choose a random number every week from the blogs linked and add the random blog to the #5 spot to link to the following week (must follow 4 hostesses to be chosen)
This weeks guest host for the #5 spot is Nicole from - Mama to 3 Blessings http://mamato3blessings.blogspot.com/
- Follow the 5 hosts, #1 – 5, ( leave us a comment & we will follow you back- only leave a comment if you follow please ).
- Create a blog post about FMBT (you may copy this post if you wish).
- Follow as many blogs as you would like ( Leave a comment so they can follow you back).
- When you receive a comment from a new follower return the favor & follow them back.
"Double digits!" or "My baby is 10!"
Sept. 7, 2000, at 9am, I called my midwife to tell her that (for the fourth day in a row) I thought my water had broken.
Honestly, I think she was getting sick of me, so she told me to come on in and if it hadn't broken, she'd break it for me.
Hooray! We'd be coming home with an Emma!
In we went to the birth center. No, my water hadn't broken. (Hhhmmm... what was that I get feeling then?? Ew.) With a long little hook thingie, she popped that bag of water and got that labor started.
Of course, contractions didn't start immediately. Scott and I walked and walked and walked through the beautiful, historic neighborhood nearby. Still nada. I remember clearly how disappointed I was. What was taking this kiddo so long?
Then I got hungry. Not just hungry, but starving. About to die starving. We swung into a 7-11 and I asked Scott for a king-sized Snickers bar. It sounded so right, so amazingly delicious. And I wolfed the entire thing down in probably less than 60 seconds.
And then, immediately then, contractions started. Not itty, bitty starter contractions, but drivers-staring-at-me- doubled-over-on-the-street-corner contractions.
Two hours and 50 minutes later, in a bathtub of cold water, Emma made her squalling arrival! What a joyous sound! The midwife instantly put my baby on my chest and I said, "You have a side part!" And then, "I love you!" (That side part comment cracks me up!)
7 lb. 13 oz., 20 in. long. And gorgeous. So incredibly gorgeous. Even with the teeny hand print bruise on her cheek and her black and blue tongue. (Apparently, she was sucking her thumb during birth and with so little room in that there entryway, her hand squished against her sweet little face. She also, in the process, bit the tip of her tongue. It looked so sore!)
Seven and a half hours later, we came home and for the first time, held both our precious daughters in our arms.
And here she is today... 10 years old, gorgeous, funny, talented, intelligent, compassionate and oh so wonderful.
Honestly, I think she was getting sick of me, so she told me to come on in and if it hadn't broken, she'd break it for me.
Hooray! We'd be coming home with an Emma!
In we went to the birth center. No, my water hadn't broken. (Hhhmmm... what was that I get feeling then?? Ew.) With a long little hook thingie, she popped that bag of water and got that labor started.
Of course, contractions didn't start immediately. Scott and I walked and walked and walked through the beautiful, historic neighborhood nearby. Still nada. I remember clearly how disappointed I was. What was taking this kiddo so long?
Then I got hungry. Not just hungry, but starving. About to die starving. We swung into a 7-11 and I asked Scott for a king-sized Snickers bar. It sounded so right, so amazingly delicious. And I wolfed the entire thing down in probably less than 60 seconds.
And then, immediately then, contractions started. Not itty, bitty starter contractions, but drivers-staring-at-me- doubled-over-on-the-street-corner contractions.
Two hours and 50 minutes later, in a bathtub of cold water, Emma made her squalling arrival! What a joyous sound! The midwife instantly put my baby on my chest and I said, "You have a side part!" And then, "I love you!" (That side part comment cracks me up!)
7 lb. 13 oz., 20 in. long. And gorgeous. So incredibly gorgeous. Even with the teeny hand print bruise on her cheek and her black and blue tongue. (Apparently, she was sucking her thumb during birth and with so little room in that there entryway, her hand squished against her sweet little face. She also, in the process, bit the tip of her tongue. It looked so sore!)
Seven and a half hours later, we came home and for the first time, held both our precious daughters in our arms.
And here she is today... 10 years old, gorgeous, funny, talented, intelligent, compassionate and oh so wonderful.
Thank you, God, for sharing this amazing blessing with me!
Tuesday Tag-Along Time!
Participating in Tuesday Tag-Along a couple weeks ago delighted me with finding new friends and receiving about 20 new followers!
Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!
Let's see who I get to meet this week. And for all you Non-Blogging Readers, peruse through the list below and click on the icons that look like fun to you. Don't worry about getting to them all at once. It's just not possible. This post isn't going anywhere, so come on back when you need to!
Have fun!
Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!
Let's see who I get to meet this week. And for all you Non-Blogging Readers, peruse through the list below and click on the icons that look like fun to you. Don't worry about getting to them all at once. It's just not possible. This post isn't going anywhere, so come on back when you need to!
Have fun!
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