Friday, February 27, 2009
Fashion Potato
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Goink!
Tristan says, "Goink! Goink! Goink!"
Friday, February 20, 2009
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Whack!
Milk with Dad
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Safety First
And, yeah, that's a fat lip. That happened yesterday when Julius somehow managed to smash Tristan in the face with the wagon tongue. It was a bloody and horrific mess but no stitches needed.
I actually feel pretty great that that's the worst injury we've had since becoming parents. (Knock wood.)
Saturday, February 14, 2009
The Abomination Cake
P.S. Right after I posted this and went back to look at the cake to see if it was as bad as I remembered (it was), I discovered the "lid" of the cake broke in half. Rob says, "It's okay honey... it's an OLD chest and a little bit broken." I hate this.
Pirate Chest, Phase One
Friday, February 13, 2009
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Monday, February 9, 2009
Son of a Carpenter Man
(Have you wondered yet why there are so many pictures of Tristan and hardly any of Julius? It's because a certain unnamed person is hostile toward the paparazzi! Hopefully it's a phase. He does like the video camera!)
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Ginger Dressing
Benihana Ginger Salad Dressing
1/4 cup chopped onion
1/4 cup peanut oil
2 tbsp rice wine vinegar
2 tbsp water
1 tbsp chopped fresh gingerroot
1 tbsp soy sauce
1-1/2 tsp tomato sauce
1-1/2 tsp granulated sugar (we added one extra teaspoon)
1 tsp lemon juice
dash salt and pepper
Combine all ingredients in blender container or wok bowl of food processor fitted with steel knife; process until almost smooth. Makes six servings. May be kept refrigerated up to one week.
Servings: 4
Aah, Sushi Night
The Arithematic of Food (or Two, Three, Four)
Tristan looked at me sideways out of the corner of his eye. He was standing on a chair at the kitchen counter. I'm not sure how long he had been standing there but he had a devilish grin on his face and both cheeks stuck out, puffy.
"Tristan," I said with my Mommy Early Warning Voice, "what's in your mouth?"
"Dum."
"Open your mouth."
He opened his mouth but I couldn't tell what was in there except that it was gum and a lot of it.
"How many pieces do you have in there?"
"Mmfmm."
"Seven??"
He grinned. "Eight."
"Eight??"
"Nine!"
"Nine??"
He stared at me thoughtfully for a second then added, "Fee. Foh." Another pause. "Two."
"Two?"
"Fee. FOH!" He nods.
I sighed. I hope there's a mathematician in there somewhere and not what I more likely suspect is a serious need for medicine to treat an OCD.
A moment later his brother came and took away the rest of the gum and Tristan went and got a bag of cookies and handed it to me. "Two, fee, foh...
"How about two," I offer generously.
"Yeah, twoooo. Fee, foh."
"No, just two."
"Fee, foh," he countered before walking away, munching his cookies.
"Tristan," I said with my Mommy Early Warning Voice, "what's in your mouth?"
"Dum."
"Open your mouth."
He opened his mouth but I couldn't tell what was in there except that it was gum and a lot of it.
"How many pieces do you have in there?"
"Mmfmm."
"Seven??"
He grinned. "Eight."
"Eight??"
"Nine!"
"Nine??"
He stared at me thoughtfully for a second then added, "Fee. Foh." Another pause. "Two."
"Two?"
"Fee. FOH!" He nods.
I sighed. I hope there's a mathematician in there somewhere and not what I more likely suspect is a serious need for medicine to treat an OCD.
A moment later his brother came and took away the rest of the gum and Tristan went and got a bag of cookies and handed it to me. "Two, fee, foh...
"How about two," I offer generously.
"Yeah, twoooo. Fee, foh."
"No, just two."
"Fee, foh," he countered before walking away, munching his cookies.
The Morning Train
Friday, February 6, 2009
Resident Evil
Thursday, February 5, 2009
Date Night
Tristan and I spent the evening together alone. The other boys were out having meetings at the fire department, going to a chili supper and a high school basketball game. Party animals!
So, the Toddler and I ate leftovers standing at the kitchen sink. It's what he wanted to do. He likes standing on a chair by the kitchen sink because it's near the faucet and he just hangs out there hoping I will eventually turn the water on and he can sneak his hand in there.
I set up the cutting board propped across the sink and laid out ham, pizza, sliced some carrots and cucumbers. He started by sinking carrot pieces to the bottom of the dish of ranch dressing we were supposed to be dipping in. He refused to eat the ham.
"Here, take a bite of this ham."
"No."
"Come on, it's good," I coax.
"Dirty."
"It is not dirty!" I am outraged at the implication that I would feed him dirty ham.
"Hot." He grasps at straws trying to come up with an excuse I will accept so he doesn't have to eat.
"It is not hot. Just eat it."
"No."
So, instead of eating he stacked carrot slices on top of little candles we had set out on the counter for our emergency lighting a few days ago. One little orange circle per little white candle.
Since starting in speech therapy Tristan seems like he really wants to talk but still doesn't have the words. He has a great receptive vocabulary, but isn't good at putting the words together himself. And yet... he can count! So, this new thing he is doing is to say numbers and pretend he's talking.
As I'm standing there eating, he starts moving candles from his side of the counter to my side. "Two... three... four... five..."
"Very nice, Tristan."
"Two. Feefohfive. KICKS!"
"Mmhmm."
"Twofee. Foh. FIIIIIIIVE!"
"What else?" I say, wondering how long he can keep it up.
"Fourfive. Kicks. Twofweefoh. Five."
"Hmm."
"Nandos. (Candles.) Here."
"Thank you, Tristan."
"Kay."
We later lit the candles and had fun blowing them out a few times. He practiced blowing on them gently so they would nearly blow out and then light back up brightly. Eventually all were out, dinner was over and then he negotiated me up from one cookie to two. I have trouble saying no.
Candle lit date night is over and now it's time for SOMEONE to go to bed! Three four five!
So, the Toddler and I ate leftovers standing at the kitchen sink. It's what he wanted to do. He likes standing on a chair by the kitchen sink because it's near the faucet and he just hangs out there hoping I will eventually turn the water on and he can sneak his hand in there.
I set up the cutting board propped across the sink and laid out ham, pizza, sliced some carrots and cucumbers. He started by sinking carrot pieces to the bottom of the dish of ranch dressing we were supposed to be dipping in. He refused to eat the ham.
"Here, take a bite of this ham."
"No."
"Come on, it's good," I coax.
"Dirty."
"It is not dirty!" I am outraged at the implication that I would feed him dirty ham.
"Hot." He grasps at straws trying to come up with an excuse I will accept so he doesn't have to eat.
"It is not hot. Just eat it."
"No."
So, instead of eating he stacked carrot slices on top of little candles we had set out on the counter for our emergency lighting a few days ago. One little orange circle per little white candle.
Since starting in speech therapy Tristan seems like he really wants to talk but still doesn't have the words. He has a great receptive vocabulary, but isn't good at putting the words together himself. And yet... he can count! So, this new thing he is doing is to say numbers and pretend he's talking.
As I'm standing there eating, he starts moving candles from his side of the counter to my side. "Two... three... four... five..."
"Very nice, Tristan."
"Two. Feefohfive. KICKS!"
"Mmhmm."
"Twofee. Foh. FIIIIIIIVE!"
"What else?" I say, wondering how long he can keep it up.
"Fourfive. Kicks. Twofweefoh. Five."
"Hmm."
"Nandos. (Candles.) Here."
"Thank you, Tristan."
"Kay."
We later lit the candles and had fun blowing them out a few times. He practiced blowing on them gently so they would nearly blow out and then light back up brightly. Eventually all were out, dinner was over and then he negotiated me up from one cookie to two. I have trouble saying no.
Candle lit date night is over and now it's time for SOMEONE to go to bed! Three four five!
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Banana Phone
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
St. Blaise Day Disasters
As promised, here is a retelling of today's disasters. By the way, it's St. Blaise Day. I am not Catholic, but I know this because it was pointed out to me since Julius had surgery on his throat yesterday. And it has absolutely nothing to do with anything I'm about to say.
Fortunately, there were few disasters, but what they lacked in quantity they more than made up for in quality.
1) There was a pee incident with the Toddler's blanket which had to be put into the washer. This sent him into a complete meltdown due to the fact that he must never be separated from the blanket. I considered putting him into the washer also, but was vetoed by Rob.
2) Julius choked on a piece of beef jerky and when he coughed it out it landed in a big wet mass on the floor and before I could get over there to him he picked it up and ate it. I had to go lay down for a minute after that.
3) Later, Julius was on a time out for some heinous crime (can't even remember what now) but he kept managing to find something to play with in the timeout OR his brother kept going over to play with him. So, I told him to go into the bathroom and shut the door and stay in there until the timeout was over. About two minutes went by and I heard him scream, "IT'S AN EMERGENCY! AN EMERGENCY!" so Rob goes running in and when he flings the door open we see that the walls, the counter, the sink, everything on the sink and the whole bathroom mirror are covered in some kind of blue sticky liquid. Apparently he had taken his bottle of "plaque detector" and slammed it down on the counter to try to smash an ant that had gotten into the house and when he did it exploded. Everywhere. We mopped up blue stuff for 15 minutes.
4) While we were mopping up blue stuff in the bathroom, Tristan was rubbing his whole body with a stick of deoderant. He thought it was really funny, too.
5) Tristan ate my soup. Julius ate my ham. So, I had seconds, which was really firsts. If you don't understand that, it's okay. Most days I don't.
Fortunately, there were few disasters, but what they lacked in quantity they more than made up for in quality.
1) There was a pee incident with the Toddler's blanket which had to be put into the washer. This sent him into a complete meltdown due to the fact that he must never be separated from the blanket. I considered putting him into the washer also, but was vetoed by Rob.
2) Julius choked on a piece of beef jerky and when he coughed it out it landed in a big wet mass on the floor and before I could get over there to him he picked it up and ate it. I had to go lay down for a minute after that.
3) Later, Julius was on a time out for some heinous crime (can't even remember what now) but he kept managing to find something to play with in the timeout OR his brother kept going over to play with him. So, I told him to go into the bathroom and shut the door and stay in there until the timeout was over. About two minutes went by and I heard him scream, "IT'S AN EMERGENCY! AN EMERGENCY!" so Rob goes running in and when he flings the door open we see that the walls, the counter, the sink, everything on the sink and the whole bathroom mirror are covered in some kind of blue sticky liquid. Apparently he had taken his bottle of "plaque detector" and slammed it down on the counter to try to smash an ant that had gotten into the house and when he did it exploded. Everywhere. We mopped up blue stuff for 15 minutes.
4) While we were mopping up blue stuff in the bathroom, Tristan was rubbing his whole body with a stick of deoderant. He thought it was really funny, too.
5) Tristan ate my soup. Julius ate my ham. So, I had seconds, which was really firsts. If you don't understand that, it's okay. Most days I don't.
Easiest Recipe Ever
This is the easiest recipe for a cool pseudo oriental dish that everyone will love. My kids cannot get enough of it. In fact, I had to increase the size of the recipe because everyone wants seconds!
Ingredients:
3 packages chicken flavored Ramen noodles
2 carrots, julienne-style
1/2 thinly-sliced leek or cup of finely shredded cabbage
2 chicken boullion cubes
Prepare Ramen per directions, adding additional water for the 2 extra bullion cubes (follow directions on the cube container). When you put the noodles in, toss in all the other ingredients. Serve within 1-2 minutes per the noodle directions before they get too soft.
Optional: add cooked chicken cubes or canned chicken. Or sprinkle some crumbled bacon over the top when you serve it. Also if you do the cabbage instead of the leek I like to sprinkle scallions on top.
So easy and cheap and yummy and FAST! (Tristan named this one "Snake Soup"!)
Rob's Drawings
Continuing Ed
Monday, February 2, 2009
Going Home
Dragon
In 2nd Recovery
He's Out!
Commercial Break
Going in to Surgery
Hates the Breathing Treatment
Foot Reduction Surgery
Vitals
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