Monday, December 31, 2007
I really should've Photoshopped these pictures, they're a little dark. Oops. Deal with it.
Here's her present from Aunty C. That would be her aunt that makes incredibly gorgeous quilts. This book is VERY good--I love it! It's called The Quiltmakers Gift.
From us, she got the gift she was disappointed when it wasn't under the Christmas tree. Yep, another Breyer. I'm not even going to guess at how big this makes her herd.
Finally, the cake. She deliberated for MONTHS over what this year's confection would be. I had her talked into a black forest cake and I was looking forward to making a pretty, grown up cake, befitting a 10 year old. But...she decided to regress and bring back a cake she had for her 4th birthday. That was the year that she picked her birthday cake out of the Halloween edition of Parents Magazine that had come out a couple of months before her birthday.
I bring you......
The Spider Cake.
Since because she's growing up and her tastes are maturing, it's a Black Forest Spider Cake which means, between it's chocolate layers is a layer of cherry pie filling.
Yeah, spider blood and guts. Even cooler, after this sat on the counter covered by a bowl all night, the pie filling had started to ooze thru the frosting. Is there anything cooler than a bleeding spider cake?
I didn't think so.
In other news.... my biggest girl continues to bring me great joy. She's a funny kid. Very funny. She makes me laugh daily, amazes me at how smart she is in math and is my right hand helper. Occasionally she gets a bit bossy and I get an eye roll here and there, but for the most part, she's a really great kid. So great in fact that when she took her birthday money and the last 4 months of allowance money to the store to buy herself something, she spent $10 of her stash to make sure each of her sisters had something new too. What a girl! I love you A!
Friday, December 28, 2007
Several years before Mom died, the DaddyMan (who wasn't a daddyman yet) wanted to try to make them. So, we copied Mom's recipe and working from the best of my memory, I helped. We had some decent rolls and some truly flopped rolls. Thankfully Mom was still around to troubleshoot his bloopers after a few attempts he made a pretty good copy of her rolls. I made the frosting. I'm such a helper.
Now that Mom's dead, the DaddyMan has taken over making rolls for us every Christmas. He's also taken to tweaking the recipe a bit each year. One year he decided to make the dough sweeter. Adding the frosting made them just a wee bit too much. Last year, I changed to cream cheese frosting. Ooooh baby....that added a lot. This year, I suggested he add more cinnamon to the sugar and cinnamon mix.
And now...we have perfection. Seriously, this batch of Christmas rolls were his best EVER. Two pans of total bliss and one pan that I overcooked by a few minutes, but if you add enough cream cheese frosting and warm them up, you barely notice. I had two rolls for breakfast Christmas Day and I think two more with lunch. I may have had one for an afternoon snack that day as well. I've eaten two for breakfast every day since, as well as two for lunch. Oh, and each roll needs a full glass of milk to go with it. What can I say? I'm getting my daily calcium!
Oh man...they are SO good! And since I only get them once a year, I feel the need to eat myself sick of them so I'm not ready for them until next year. Or at least that's what I want to believe. Truth is, I have NO self control when it comes to these delightful bits o'Heaven that reside on my counter.
In plain sight.
Calling my name.
Yesterday, I felt kinda bad about all the rolls I'd eaten. I also felt bloated and truly just plain fat, so I spent an hour on the elliptical (okay, my new iPod probably had something to do with my motivation.) Did you know that in an hour, you can burn 825 calories on that thing?
I did the math and realized if I did that 4 days in a row, I'd lose a pound! If I did that every day, I'd lose almost two pounds a week!
So, I'm just going to polish off the last pan of rolls, the last of the cream cheese frosting and then I'll get started on that.
Wednesday, December 26, 2007
We start w/stockings. M started yanking stuff out of her stocking so fast that I couldn't capture pictures. See her cute new Dora pjs? I made those and she opened them up on Christmas Eve.
For weeks, G had been wondering what she would get for Christmas. I told her she was getting "socks, underwear and toothpaste and nothing else." I should've stopped at the underwear, since her joy was so overwhelming when she found these in her stocking.
A moment later, A found some too. I hope she doesn't put them on sideways like she's holding them up. Can you say "permawedgie"?
Oooh, more joy. Schliech joy this time. Truly, she was happy. She does look a bit frightening in this photo tho. Do you like her cute horsey pjs? I made those too.
And American Girl joy. This is Emily, a short haired doll. Buying the long, curly haired Nicki doll for a 5 year old wasn't my smartest move ever. But since she did give up sucking her thumb to earn her, it was a good reward. Even if her hair takes more time than mine.
More American Girl joy. Ivy. A Chinese doll for a Japanese girl. Gotta love America. Do you like her cute cherry pjs? I didn't make those. Probably some child her age in another country made them while working for pennies a day. I was truly going to make her some but I realized the day before Christmas that I didn't have a big enough piece of fabric or elastic. Oops.
Gift opening is done. The DaddyMan decided to further bury the floor by opening his gift. You know, the one he knew all about. I'm married to a brat.
It was also wrapped in bubble wrap which the girls abandoned all their new toys for. The blur kinda says it all, don'tcha think?
M outlasted the others. She truly enjoyed this. Next year, she's just getting bubblewrap.
Monday, December 24, 2007
This year, he informed me he knew what his gift is because A)we looked at gift ideas for him on eBay and B)he checked my user id later and discovered what I'd bought. He did this the same day I ripped the floor so the conversation went something like this.
Me--"I can't believe you found out what you're getting!"
Him--"I can't believe you ruined the floor."
Me--"You ruined Christmas."
Him--"You ruined the floor."
Of course, this is all said in good natured fun, 'cause we're kind of twisted that way, but still....the brat!
Since he found out what his gift is, he's been asking every day when his bass guitar was coming, if it'd come yet and where I'd hidden it. He's spent the last week looked around for it off and on, tormenting me that he was going to find it and play it. See why I call him a grinch??
Thursday night, the DaddyMan was at practice at church which was VERY conveniently when the UPS man dropped off a big box. I got A to help me hide it under M's bed, while G and M were playing in another room. We carefully put the bins of toys in front of it so you totally couldn't see the box. It wasn't the best hiding place ever, but it was out of the way and I knew he'd have to do some good looking to find it.
Fast forward to today. He's already hunted in the basement and asked the two big girls repeatedly with various lines of questioning where his present could be, hoping to get them to slip up. Thankfully, I've taught them pretty well. They respond, "I can't tell you!" to almost every question.
The problem lies with the small one. The one I thought wasn't paying attention when we hid the big box. The one who doesn't speak overly clearly. The one that often leaves the DaddyMan totally frustrated when he can't understand what she's trying to say to him. But, when the DaddyMan asked her if she knew where his present was, she said proudly, "Uh-huh!"
"Where??" he asked
"Upstairs" she responded so sweetly AND so clearly. (the narc!)
"Where at upstairs??"
"Unner my bed!!" She was so proud of herself that it's hard to be mad at her. You should've seen her proud little grin! I guess now I don't have to put together the 20 or so scavenger hunt questions I was going to write up to make him hunt for it. Those were going to be purely for my amusement and to make him suffer for what he's put me thru this two weeks!
As for him...he'd better not think he's going to play with it early. Or I'll break his fingers. All of them.
Saturday, December 22, 2007
The girls LOVED the twirly skirt. A went so far as to say, "Man, I wish the lady who picked out all these fabrics was MY mom!" I told her, "Gee thanks! That lady can't sew, you brat!". Yes, I really did call her a brat. Then G came thru and told me if I made HER a skirt like that she really would wear it. Hmm... Pictures will come later.
Someone told M that there are monsters in her room. She informed me the other day that "Monsters in my yoom, Mommy!" When I asked for details, I got "Monsters in my c'oset! Yook!". I didn't find any after I checked, but I've been noticing that she's been pulling open the closet door every night before bed.
In other closet news, as I was putting away laundry the other morning and standing in her closet to hang things up, she told me I needed to "get out my d'essin' 'oom, Mommy!". Apparently my diva 3 year old, has her own dressing room. Once I got out, she went in there and attempted to put on her clothes. Considering a)she shut the door completely and there's no light and b)she's not so good at getting dressed in the light, she came back out rather quickly to have me help her. Goofy girl!
M's new favorite word? Wedgie. I'm not sure who first taught her that, but lately she's been giving her own little self a wedgie and then running around yelling "I have a wedgie, I have a wedgie, I have a wedgieeeee!" The other day I pointed out that she had a permawedgie because her panties were on backwards and she yelled for her big sis...A (which sounds like A yay yay coming from her) to announce.... "I have a wedgie!"
Permawedgie... I think I invented a new word. It could be a synonym for a thong. I have a blogging friend who LOVES those and I won't link to her blog, but she knows who she is.
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
"Happy Anniversary." I started the conversation, 'cause one year I didn't and I got accused of forgetting.
"Fourteen years. Fourteen long years." he responded. He then tried to make up for that comment by saying "In some ways it seems like yesterday."
"But the sex is better now" I responded quickly.
"Yeah, that's all you think about, the sex." He smirked.
Yeah, right....sure baby. You know me. On top of everything else I have to deal with around here...that's the number one on my list. Brat.
I love you.
Sunday, December 16, 2007
G is at it again. She woke me crying at 5 am to tell me she was cold. A bit later, she was going to puke. And so it began. My sweet girl is getting so good at this drill that when she feels the urge, she runs to the bathroom, pulls up the step stool, sits down, leans over and, well, you know.
Needless to say, we're skippin' church. I was even prepared this morning!! I had their teachers' Christmas gifts all ready to go, I had Christmassy dresses all laid out and they were all freshly bathed last night. Shoot! Now, if I'd done NOTHING to prepare, she would've woken up healthy!
Sorry G, Mommy didn't mean to make you sick.
Friday, December 14, 2007
So, I rearranged my furniture to make room for my table to hold a bunch of sewing machines. Once everyone was here and set up, I realized I needed to move a big armchair. So, I grabbed hold, yanked it off the carpetting onto the vinyl flooring of my kitchen and....
Yep, I carved about a 3 foot long GROOVE in the floor! YIKES! Do you think the DaddyMan will notice?? I'm going to throw my creation on the table, do you think that will distract him??
Or do you think his eyes will be drawn to my OTHER blooper of the day?? The ends, where with my rotary cutter took of BOTH ends.
I think I'll go make myself a cup of peppermint schnapps with some cocoa and call it a day. Err...hot cocoa with some schnapps....tough call....
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
Okay, so he's not a baby, he's really closer to three, but still!!
Erica and David are adopting from Ethiopia and today, their referral came!! I'm SO excited for them as we've all been waiting and waiting and waiting for everything to come together. It won't be longer and they'll be bringing their sweet little boy home!
You can read their full story on their adoption blog.
(and if you don't know... Erica and I go waaaaay back! We met on a frugal living board 6+ years ago when we were both pregnant w/our kindergarteners. Now we talk on the phone daily and hang out on an eBay board. Oh..and since we live on opposite sides of the country, we've never met 'for real'. We're just imaginary friends. Imaginary friends that talk ALL the time and are closer than people we see in real life on a regular basis....)
Sunday, December 9, 2007
"Why buy underwear that already has Pooh on them?"
(if you don't get it....say it out loud.... ;))
Tuesday, December 4, 2007
Oh, speaking of sick, here's the small cutie that started the whole wipe-out-the-whole-family- with-my-germs child. She's still recovering here. Doesn't she look pathetic? She should feel bad, she brought down 9 other people with her germs.
Here's Captain DaddyMan and his nephew, Small Boy, who can say the DaddyMan's name SO clearly and adorably that it melts the DaddyMan's heart and Small Boy knows it. For those of you who know the DaddyMan, blow this one up...he's SMILING! (He HATES photos and very seldom allows them and even less often actually smiles in them!)
It's time for a field trip to the creek out back. Actually, it's not a creek, it's a branch. Small Boy's mom (the DaddyMan's li'l sis, my really cool sister in law) is a wildlife/nature genius. She knows the technical terms for such things. She knows a lot about birds too. When we found a dead one in the road, we called her and she could identify it just by description. She's really smart. She does think we're odd for examining dead birds in the street, but she knows that us homeschoolers are like that...
Anyway.... Small Boy knows the proper way to investigate the creek. Er...branch. Notice that his shoes are NOT in the water?
"Don't get muddy!" that's what the mother of three girls yelled at this point. Notice how many feet and arms it looks like A has? That amused me....
Auntie's getting her feet wet. It's okay, she's dressed for it. She says the water is COLD. I wished I'd gotten a picture of THAT face. It was funny. (giggle, snort) Anyway...she's on a hunt for crayfish and other such branch dwellers. My girls thought this was SOOO cool and all but shoved her into the water to catch them stuff. Notice the bowl that's just WAITING for something to swim in it?
Uh, oh....someone's not obeying mommy.
Obviously, it was worth their mucking. On the left is a newt. Auntie knew that, I would've called it a lizardy thing. On the right are handfull of little crawdads/crayfish/crawfish and a minnow or two and some snails. There was a bigger crawdad too which when A spotted him prompted her to yell, "OOH look! I found a lobster!!" but he'd already been set free.
A couple days later...we were home. After driving all night and puking all the way...they weren't looking QUITE so perky. "Anybody wanna go catch crawdads?" Hmm... nobody moved...
Monday, December 3, 2007
And since I HAD the stuff and now had a clue, I um, made myself a little something.
I'm sure this it's-not-a-new-hobby'll end there.
Err... or as soon as I finish a little something else I'm going to give away.
And that little something else for me.
THAT will be the end. I'm sure.
Saturday, December 1, 2007
"Just lick your toe and hold it up to see which way the wind's comin' from."
A few minutes later, dinner conversation went south. Our rule of "No discussing things that come out of your body during dinner" got broken. I think it was the DaddyMan who first commented that puking up tonight's taco casserole would NOT feel good (I didn't eat it...just in case!). I mentioned that whatever I threw up was WAAAY too thick and didn't feel good either.
G looked at me and informed me, "When I was first pukin', I felt like I was pukin' up YOU!"
Gee, thanks... :P
I'll go back to the couch now and spare ya'll the rest of our sick week and weekend conversations. Unless they make me laugh out loud again and then I'll be back.
Where were my children? Here. Where was The DaddyMan? At work. Needless to say my children were not well supervised. Although I must say, A did a fabulous job. At 6:30 when I woke her up and told her I needed her help because I was sick and the little two were already up, she got right up.
Sometime around lunch time she came and asked what was for lunch. I told her whatever they could find. She shouted "WhooHOO!" and ran to the kitchen. Then I heard her mention hot dogs to her sisters so I had to feebly yell out "Make sure no one chokes!". I'm not sure if they heard me but I felt better for saying it. I heard the microwave running briefly and I opted not to worry about the fact that I think she warmed 3 or 4 hot dogs for 30 seconds total.
I did get up long enough to tuck the little two into bed for naps and to give A permission to play on the computer for the afternoon before tucking myself back in. The DaddyMan came home around 3 and convinced me a shower would help me feel better. It did and I even ventured downstairs. The house looked no worse than if I had been up all day! What great kids I have! I even commented that she'd done the lunch dishes and put things all away.
She responded, "We didn't use dishes, we just ate off the counter."
Okay, baby..whatever works.