"I want money, I want money, I want money" - "Okay, you can have one money to put in your piggy bank when we get home" (handing toddler a quarter) - Toddler pauses to examine the quarter - "Mommy, you a lousy tipper?"
"Mu-mmmy (in a overly-shaming tone whilst eating dinner with the in-laws and my sis-in-laws in-laws), you tooted!" (when NO, I didn't!!!)
"Dogs, shut it up" (hollering at the top of her lungs while dogs are wrestling about the living room.
"I have stinky butt. You have stinky butt mommy?"
"Nanny, you carry me" - "No, ask papa, nanny's old" - "But papa's older"
Monday, July 21, 2008
Sunday, July 13, 2008
Small Wonders
It's the little things we have to remember to delight in. Me, I'm delighting in a little thing that I happen to think is a monumental moment in my gardening career...
LUPINS! Yes I know they grow like or as actual weeds in some places but I have been wanting to have them in my yard for the past 4 or 5 years and every year a plant a few and every spring I am disappointed to see them fail to revive after the winter. I know, EVERYONE ELSE can grow them. Well, I can't. Or should I say, I couldn't, until now!! I am a mighty stubborn gardener that way, when something I like dies, it makes me so annoyed that I declare war on the death of that plant I will persist at planting it until...well either until I tire of wasting inordinate amounts of $ on them (usual) or until I reign victorious. I did that with Jacob's Ladder, I lost. I am in the midst of doing it with rhododendron and weigela. Truth be known, I am still in the midst of it with lupins as the ones flowering in my garden are ones that I put in this spring, but still, I haven't even gotten them to flower before so this I am declaring as a small victory. I am delighting in the little thing. You have to win the battle before you win the war.
LUPINS! Yes I know they grow like or as actual weeds in some places but I have been wanting to have them in my yard for the past 4 or 5 years and every year a plant a few and every spring I am disappointed to see them fail to revive after the winter. I know, EVERYONE ELSE can grow them. Well, I can't. Or should I say, I couldn't, until now!! I am a mighty stubborn gardener that way, when something I like dies, it makes me so annoyed that I declare war on the death of that plant I will persist at planting it until...well either until I tire of wasting inordinate amounts of $ on them (usual) or until I reign victorious. I did that with Jacob's Ladder, I lost. I am in the midst of doing it with rhododendron and weigela. Truth be known, I am still in the midst of it with lupins as the ones flowering in my garden are ones that I put in this spring, but still, I haven't even gotten them to flower before so this I am declaring as a small victory. I am delighting in the little thing. You have to win the battle before you win the war.
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
Fast Food
So here is today's menu (albeit probably not the healthiest one ever) idea for my fright night, Tuesday, when Kit has to be at volleyball by 6pm. Since I haven't been planning ahead lately I have been dreading Tuesday suppers.
For a great pannini I recommend the whole wheat pannini bread from Costco. Comes in a mother big pack but freezes beautifully and even my white bread or die husband will eat it. So take a slice of the pannini bread (defrosts in the microwave in like 22 seconds), spread thin layer of pesto over half. Then pile in this order (order is of UTMOST importance in a sandwhich, wrong order and you might as well feed it to the bitch) 1 slice provolone cheese (also available from Costco pre-sliced), 2 slices calabrese salami, 1.5 slices prosciutto (also available at Costco), 2-3 slices tomatoes (I used yellow ones, it was pretty), a few Kalamata olives (cannot stress how nice these are compared to black canned olives), a nice layer of baby spinach (Costco). Then spread a thin layer of mayo on the remaining side (you could even leave this out cause it was plenty tasty without it), fold over and place on medium low heat on the BBQ for 5-7 minutes until lightly toasted and cheese is ooey-gooey. Literally a 15 minute meal, served up with some fresh mini cucumbers (aka Maysonese "cumbers"), and snap peas (both also available at Costco) for those nights when you need a saviour idea. Mmmmm, now I'm craving another one. Better go to bed quick.
For a great pannini I recommend the whole wheat pannini bread from Costco. Comes in a mother big pack but freezes beautifully and even my white bread or die husband will eat it. So take a slice of the pannini bread (defrosts in the microwave in like 22 seconds), spread thin layer of pesto over half. Then pile in this order (order is of UTMOST importance in a sandwhich, wrong order and you might as well feed it to the bitch) 1 slice provolone cheese (also available from Costco pre-sliced), 2 slices calabrese salami, 1.5 slices prosciutto (also available at Costco), 2-3 slices tomatoes (I used yellow ones, it was pretty), a few Kalamata olives (cannot stress how nice these are compared to black canned olives), a nice layer of baby spinach (Costco). Then spread a thin layer of mayo on the remaining side (you could even leave this out cause it was plenty tasty without it), fold over and place on medium low heat on the BBQ for 5-7 minutes until lightly toasted and cheese is ooey-gooey. Literally a 15 minute meal, served up with some fresh mini cucumbers (aka Maysonese "cumbers"), and snap peas (both also available at Costco) for those nights when you need a saviour idea. Mmmmm, now I'm craving another one. Better go to bed quick.
Monday, July 7, 2008
Weighting
First of THANK YOU SLEEPYNITA! I just love the sexy new look to my site, a cupcake can add chic to anything. Now, tonight I am amused by my dear husband. He took the bitch into the bathroom the week and a half ago and weighed her. The process of doing this is quite amusing since he has to pick up a 50+ pound dog who doesn't like to be picked up and stand on a scale and then try to read the scale with the struggling beast in his arms, then repeat this process two more times, because being a pharmacist we must take multiple measurements to ensure proper calibration. Then he weighs himself and does the math. Then he goes "No, that can't be right" and he starts the the whole process over again. After all this hooplah (isn't that a great mom word) he is going around the house going "Ooooh, that's not good", "ooooh, this is very bad" trying to get me to bite and say "What is wrong?". Just to antangonize him I resist. Finally he directs his comments to me with my name attached, so fine, I entertain him and inquire what type of moral dilemma he is faced with after the weighing in of the bitch. I suspected it might be his weight he is fretting over, he does that usually after weighing himself.
"She's a porkbelly! She weighs 54 pounds!!!" Well we do like to keep the bitch to a nice lean fighting weight of 47-48 pounds but with all her self serve snacking and garbage diving at night, it can be tough (of note lately 1kg of marshmallows, a bag of sweet bread dough, bag of cereal....). So while 6 pounds doesn't seem huge, on a medium sized dog, it can be quite noticeable. What is amusing me now though is my hubby reaction, his urgent call to action that resulted. You would think that gaining 5, 10, or 20 pounds would spur you to get exercising. Not my husband. No. It is the fact that his dog has gained 6 pounds that has had him motivated to exercise like I haven't seen in a couple of years. After not voluntarily walking the dogs for months on end, he comes with me because I make him, we have hit the off leash park 4 times in one week (two of those times he biked) and he took her roller-blading once. I kid you not I am amazed at this motivation. Had I known it was that easy, I would simply start feeding her double when I want to shave a few pounds off of him and I would have no more convincing to do to get him to excercise with me. Truly though, my motivation to get him to excercise is to get me to excercise, I usually want company so now I know how to get it. But since I have officially developed a penguin gait, I am hanging up my jogging shoes for the summer and waddling around the off-leash park with my lazy Kusa-man, while the hubby and bitch speed around on the bike, with the toddler in tow. It is a nice way to travel I have to admit. A long walk with just me and MY dog (technically Kusa is MY dog and the bitch is his), I can't say I've moments like that in at least 5 years. It gives me a moment to remember this little life I've got growing inside me, because with the bitch, and hubby, and May-may, sometimes frankly, I don't have a lot of mental time left to even give this baby a "Hi, how you doin'". So we're all happy. Hubby is frantically weighing her in, checking for progress. So his focus is a little misguided in the excercise department, the results are the same. YAY!
"She's a porkbelly! She weighs 54 pounds!!!" Well we do like to keep the bitch to a nice lean fighting weight of 47-48 pounds but with all her self serve snacking and garbage diving at night, it can be tough (of note lately 1kg of marshmallows, a bag of sweet bread dough, bag of cereal....). So while 6 pounds doesn't seem huge, on a medium sized dog, it can be quite noticeable. What is amusing me now though is my hubby reaction, his urgent call to action that resulted. You would think that gaining 5, 10, or 20 pounds would spur you to get exercising. Not my husband. No. It is the fact that his dog has gained 6 pounds that has had him motivated to exercise like I haven't seen in a couple of years. After not voluntarily walking the dogs for months on end, he comes with me because I make him, we have hit the off leash park 4 times in one week (two of those times he biked) and he took her roller-blading once. I kid you not I am amazed at this motivation. Had I known it was that easy, I would simply start feeding her double when I want to shave a few pounds off of him and I would have no more convincing to do to get him to excercise with me. Truly though, my motivation to get him to excercise is to get me to excercise, I usually want company so now I know how to get it. But since I have officially developed a penguin gait, I am hanging up my jogging shoes for the summer and waddling around the off-leash park with my lazy Kusa-man, while the hubby and bitch speed around on the bike, with the toddler in tow. It is a nice way to travel I have to admit. A long walk with just me and MY dog (technically Kusa is MY dog and the bitch is his), I can't say I've moments like that in at least 5 years. It gives me a moment to remember this little life I've got growing inside me, because with the bitch, and hubby, and May-may, sometimes frankly, I don't have a lot of mental time left to even give this baby a "Hi, how you doin'". So we're all happy. Hubby is frantically weighing her in, checking for progress. So his focus is a little misguided in the excercise department, the results are the same. YAY!
Friday, July 4, 2008
I Love You Mommy
Yesterday, I melted. While yes, I almost literally melted from the heat, which I would normally love at +31, I am talking about my heart. Out of the blue, my little girl cupped her little hand around my chin and looked in me in the eye and said in the sweetest little voice "I love you mommy" (ooooohhhh). While she has been prompted to say she loves me before by Daddy, or by me saying "Love you" this was an entirely different level of melt-your-heart-goodness when she just came out with this out of her own true feelings. It makes every pee in the panties (3 that day, 2 today including one on the carpet), every temper tantrum (none today thankfully), every night time waking, every too early morning, and every mess more than worth it. There are some moments in parenthood that you will just never forget. That moment, in a random place on a sidewalk in front of Motherhood Maternity, will be forever a favorite moment I have with my sweet baby girl.
I will hopefully forget how today I nearly lost my mind when that sweet little angel decided 15 minutes was enough nap for her and then proceeded to fight her way beyond her need for sleep by talking non-stop (no ounce of exagerration) for the next two hours, mostly questions beginning with "Mommy" and often ending in "what are you doing?" or "what's that sound" or "what does that smell like". I was very pregnant, very HOT, very tired, and very wanting my own nap and could only laugh and how impressive her stamina for speaking was and how even something so cute could eventually drive you CRAZY! Ahhh, to be 2.
I will hopefully forget how today I nearly lost my mind when that sweet little angel decided 15 minutes was enough nap for her and then proceeded to fight her way beyond her need for sleep by talking non-stop (no ounce of exagerration) for the next two hours, mostly questions beginning with "Mommy" and often ending in "what are you doing?" or "what's that sound" or "what does that smell like". I was very pregnant, very HOT, very tired, and very wanting my own nap and could only laugh and how impressive her stamina for speaking was and how even something so cute could eventually drive you CRAZY! Ahhh, to be 2.
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