Sunday, August 24, 2008

The Sunday Evening Post, issue 21

Or, a quick run down...

Isaac is in the stage of ruckus maker.
Isaac: It's getting a little quite around here...
(Makes eye contact with me, Whack)
Natalie: "Mooooommm!!!! Isaac hit."


But he's so gosh darn cute and happy ALL the time. He even walks around the house in a sing-song voice, "happy, happy, haaappeeee" and when sent to time out (this really did happen) all the while singing "happy, happy, haaaapeeee" sitting up against the wall. Sigh. I love this boy.

He and I have been falling asleep to the Olympics the past few weeks. He makes a good companion. He also know he has to be or he'll be sent to bed. But the kids watched the diving events and now dive off our couches. Do you have little divers at your house, too?


We got Natalie's school supply list for school. I'm trying not to hyperventilate.

Jared's MIA. Poor guy. He recored himself telling stories to the kids and they listen to that at night. We went out on Friday night for the first time in months. We went to a little Italian place for Spumoni (a first for us both) and then ran next door to a sushi place. Jared humored me while I tried it for the first time.
Let's just say my reaction was not licking the plate clean.

I just feel so happy for this life I have to live. It's amazing how rough spots smooth out and I just can't wait for what tomorrow has in store.

Wednesday, July 30, 2008

The Sunday Evening Post, Issue 20

Or, Can I do this for the rest of my life?

Ice Cream consumed: 1/2 gallon (whoooaaaa)
Ice cream sandwiches downed: 3 bars
Bags of M&M's inhaled: 1
Cookies munched: unknown
Laps swam/swum: 0
Miles walked: 0
Weight lost: 5 lbs.
Breastfeeding: Priceless


Ethan's been relegated to the basement so I can get some sleep. I can hear him wailing, but just not every fuss and whimper. Some distance has become a necessity. There have been too many nights waking up to find myself with him on my lap and not even realized I fed him. Or looking at the clock and rationalizing that even though it's been only and hour and a half since the last feeding he must really, really be hungry. What a wimp am I! Resisting chocolate was nothin'! And, relatedly, too many days of muddled life from such outlandish wimpery seriously needs to go.

I feel like there is more I would like to say, but am afraid of glorifying the mediocre (Eric Shumway) and until I can organize my thoughts and shake them out into words I'll call it night.

Have a great week everyone!

p.s. Thanks for all your service ideas. We're just in the brainstorming phase and will keep you posted. Ha ha ha...get it. Posted. Lame, lame, lame...

p.p.s. Amy, I can't get a hold of you via email. So here's what I would do about your squash. Call your county extension office. They can help you figure out what is eating your veggies and what to do about it. Google their phone number. You'll want to talk to the agriculture agent. I really want you to win the contest! And it's such a lovely garden.

p.p.p.s. Rachel, Go read a book. You too, Laura. Shocking, simply shocking! Here's a good one: Montmorency by Elanor Updale. Don't worry, it's Young Adult fiction so noncommittal time-wise and it's all about thieving and redemption. Finished it last night locked in the bathroom pretending to be busy. Quality literature.

Sunday, July 27, 2008

The Sunday Evening Post, 19

Or, it's a whirl.

Do you ever wonder what your memories would be if it weren't for photographs to give place to them? I think my kids will be able to remember things much younger because we have pictures to remind them. I also frequently think about my ancestors and what they recall of their children's faces. It's easy for me to think of Isaac as a baby because I can see a certain photograph in my mind. Anyway, our little sweet something is two. Make that, our little something is two.




The only time I hope to ever see smoke effects coming out of his nose. "Again!" is a well used word in our house. Those were hard working candles.


Each present was like a pot of gold. I think we spent $7 total on his gifts. A pack of gum (GUM!!! MINE!!!), a Thomas the Train book from Goodwill (Tchoo Tchoo!!!!! ME!), a lock puzzle board thing (Whoa. ME!), a pack of pencils with balls on the me (BALLS! WHOA! ME!!!!), a Thomas the Train movie (the biggest "TCHOO TCHOO" ME!!!!!!!).
It's worth noting the pack of gum was gone by 7 am this morning. I can see exploding seagulls in my head...
Whenever my kids have a birthday I can't help but think of all the other kids who were born about the same time as them, and equally about the women I pregnant with. Happy birthday in the next little bit to Alyssa, Dylan, and Armour---and here' to you Meg, Melissa, and Beckee!

Natalie has been cursed with my soft voice and being four and a chatterbox about everything in the world and then some. Poor thing. It's a whole lot of talking that I can't catch. I'm trying to perfect the fine art of "Uh hun" and filter out what I can. Any conversation in the car goes out the window with her. Not so unlike the scene from Little Mermaid every day over and over:
Flounder (Natalie): "And whoa and arg, and the shark and ..................."
Ariel and King Triton (me):
Flounder (Natalie): "And then the seagull came and it was this is this and that is that..."
King Triton: "Seagull...seagull?"
All it takes is one word.
This is her first ponytail. She's being waiting for the official day of having long enough hair for one. A sure sign of growing up.




This is his I'm-so-happy-to-be-in-a-tree-with-my-mom-she-has-a-death-grip-on-my-legs look. Really, so happy.


Spiiiike. Way into his fingers and everything a normal baby does like cooing and being just gloriously adorable. Love babies.

A few other things.


I almost burned my kitchen up by leaving something on the stove. On high. I think I will be scrubbing my kitchen ceiling and cupboards and walls for a few more days. You know that pink stuff you chew that shows where you didn't brush well enough? Smoke is like that. It's caught into all the smudges, cobwebs, and grease tops of my cupboards (it is a kitchen folks). It's just everywhere and I'm seeing how clean my kitchen wasn't. Just grateful for two things:
A) Natalie was just standing there in shock next to the stove when I came in the kitchen and didn't try to do anything herself to fix it, and
B) I got there when I did. I was outside and could smell something burning and thought the neighbors must be cooking. Ironic. The Spirit pretty much shoved me and I went back inside the house.
A few more moments and something big, like a wall, would have caught. Maybe that's dramatic, but I kinda don't think so.


Breaking Dawn comes out this week. Don't pretend it's not on your calendar secretly marked as "Go shopping for butter." At midnight. When I was in high school every February the entire school filled out a questionnaire, then your answers were scored or something with everyone else's in the school and then on Valentines Day you could buy a little card that told you who your best match was. Did you ever do that? It was the most fun $2 you could spend in high school on valentines. Personally, I think Bella, Edward and Jacob should just do that. Solve all their problems. No really though, (don't finish this if you want want to read my prediction and I should also say I haven't read anything else about it so if you also have the same prediction or heard otherwise, okay, well, this is just from my brain) all signs point to Edward becoming human again. At a cost. I'm really curious how she's going to resolve the whole SOUL thing. Next subject.


I read the Book Thief by Markus Zusak this week. The Holocaust has been pretty highly documented, don't you think? So when a good friend gave me this book to read my initial thought was, "another Holocaust book" and don't get me wrong, I find the subject endless fascinating, I just wasn't prepared for this take and I complicatedly loved it. I had to re-read the first chapter twice to make sense of the narrator. I've never felt such a loss over a fictional character before. My heart just aches, still, for Rudy. I really enjoyed the author's writing. It is quite visual both graphically and literarily (is that a word? spell check says it's not).


Also read the Moonstone by Wilkie Collins. Not as good as Woman in White also by Collins. Nothing quite will be as far as suspense goes. It was a great read though. This book is the original detective book. Supposedly all others, including Sherlock Holmes, is patterned somewhat from it.

Whew. I should head to bed. I so love sleep.

Sunday, July 20, 2008

Anyone? Anyone?

I need some ideas for fun service projects for Relief Society. (If you are unfamiliar with Relief Society, it is an organization for women in my church. Each ward, or congregation, has one and all women 18 and older are members so it's a diverse group. We focus on service, education, and womanhood. It also happens to be the largest and oldest organization for women in the world!)

What have you done that was memorable, unique, inspiring, enriching, life changing? Or just have a good idea? Remember to click on the title of the post (Anyone? Anyone? in this case) to comment. Or email. Or call. Thanks!

The Sunday Evening Post, Issue 17

Or, Mmmm...

I'm so glad you want these recipes, Sara. Just remember to call them "Jessica's muffins" and "Jessica's Pie Crust"and it's okay with me to add "amazing" in the somewhere. Preferably just before "Jessica"...just kidding...how obnoxious...put it after.

Cookie-like Pie Crust


1 1/4 c. flour
2 T. sugar
1/4 t. salt
8 T margarine, room-temp soft
1 ounce cream cheese
1 1/2 T. oil

Grease a 9 inch pie plate. I use oil. Whisk dry ingredients and set aside. At med-high speed on a mixer (or like a crazy person if you are doing it by hand), cream margarine and cream cheese until smooth, about 2 min. Add dry ingredients while mixer going at med-low speed until like cornmeal and scrape down. Turn up the speed and mix until large clumps. Drizzle the 1 1/2 T oil in as mixing until dough texture forms. (You may need to add a bit more oil if it still is dry or crumbly.) Press into pie pan evenly (bonus, no rolling!). No pretty crust edge, just press it in.

Bake at 325 degrees for 35 minutes. Cool on wire rack.



Jumbo Blueberry Muffins

Struesel Topping
1/2 c. flour
1 t. cinnamon
1/2 c. packed brown sugar
1/4 c. butter

Muffins
2 c. flour
2 t. baking powder
1/4 t. baking soda
1/2 t. salt
2 eggs
3/4 c. brown sugar
4 T. butter, melted and cooled
3/4 c. butter milk (or 3/4 c. milk with a splash of lemon juice; let stand 5 min until curdled)
1 t. vanilla
1 cup frozen blueberries

Heat oven to 350 degrees and grease a jumbo muffin pan.
Whisk dry ingredients.
Whisk eggs and brown sugar until well blended. Gradually add melted butter, buttermilk, vanilla.
Stir in dry ingredients using no more than 26 good strokes. Gentle strokes. There should be a few clumps of flour.
Remove blueberries from freezer. It's very important to leave them in until the last moment possible or they will start to defrost and get soggy. Toss with 1 T. flour and carefully fold in the blueberries.
Fill jumbo 5-6 of the jumbo cups. Filling 5 makes for over the top large muffins. Filling all six of the cups make for more modest jumbo muffins.

Sprinkle ALL of the struessel topping over the muffins. It will look like a tremendous amount but as the bake and puff up, the topping will cover nicely. Trust me and don't skimp.

Bake for 30-35 minutes or until an inserted toothpick comes out clean.

*Thanks to Cooks Country magazine for a good portion of this recipe!