But MAN it's kind of been a long week.
What's that you say? It's only Thursday? Ahhh, geez.
Put the kids down for naps right after lunch, and Ed was up gabbing at 1:59. OBJECTION!! I say. Overruled, says Eddie. He's up. But it's only 2:29 now and I'm going to let him hang out in there for a bit. He's happy.
This has been my first "full week" with Jayla and she is SUCH a doll but even though she's only here for 1.5 hours I do seem to get significantly less done around the house than I would like. By which I mean that I have not had a chance to pick up my book all week. Rats!
Nicole Watson's mom (occasionally commenting here as The Madwoman of Preserve Path) as a new blog. She's a great writer and very funny so check it out if you have time.
I am boring the living daylights out of myself. Sincerest apologies.
Thursday, March 29, 2007
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
Some photos
...courtesy of Pat Watson, our photog-on-retainer, of course. I was totally hoarding these photos because I am ordering big prints for our walls (yes, I am FINALLY getting pix of my kids up in my house!)... but then I realized that many of you are never going to come over.
Not that you're not invited, of course... ;)
Sunday, March 25, 2007
Yeah, it makes me smile...
I'm super-hooked on Lily Allen's CD "Alright, Still". It's been a really long time since I had a new CD that really made me happy! Even though the lyrics are actually really, um, jaded-urban-Gen-Y, maybe? Whatevs, I like her British accent. So I've been surreptitially listening to Lily (too many swears for baby ears) when I can. Thanks Stu!
GREAT GOOGLY MOOGLY, could you even imagine a more beautiful weekend? 70s and sunny and so lovely. We got the garage cleaned out (including the removal of truly revolting amounts of mouse messes), I went to Target three times, and we got the laundry and groceries taken care of for the week (I think).
I also agreed to teach some more dance lessons for a couple from my current Latin class and some people in their condo-building. This will be a great night-job if it carries on. I was sort of looking forward to not-teaching for a while but it seems like it will be a good gig so I may as well give it a go.
Alley Joel and Cara were putzing in their garage on Saturday so we all had a barbecue right before the rain came. The kids fawned all over Jean and Cara; it was fun to see.
The kids spent kind of a lot of time this weekend at the playground; thank goodness it's only a block away! They both love the swings. Lucy is getting brave enough to do the slides by herself; unfortunately, so is Ed. That kid! I do not know what to do with a boy. We put him down in the sand for three seconds this morning and next thing we knew he was halfway across the playground, a third of the way up the steps. Oof. I know he's frustrated that he can't walk or keep up yet.
Oh, and I helped Jean buy, transport, and assemble some new bedroom furniture today. So fun! I love helping other people spend money. And I do love Ikea. I got a few frames for the kitchen in hopes of getting some pix of my kids actually up in the house here.
My sister Ellen ran in Chicago's "Shamrock Shuffle" today along with thirty thousand other people. My folks went to see her run and said it was a total madhouse. Can you even imagine? Ellen is also joining this sorta-almost-professional women's volleyball team in Chicago. She totally amazes me.
Tomorrow I start watching Jayla 5 days a week. I really want it to go well... I know it will just take some actual planning on my part, even though it's only 1.5 hours a day. It's supposed to be gorgeous again tomorrow... so I should probably go to sleep so I can get up and enjoy it, eh?
GREAT GOOGLY MOOGLY, could you even imagine a more beautiful weekend? 70s and sunny and so lovely. We got the garage cleaned out (including the removal of truly revolting amounts of mouse messes), I went to Target three times, and we got the laundry and groceries taken care of for the week (I think).
I also agreed to teach some more dance lessons for a couple from my current Latin class and some people in their condo-building. This will be a great night-job if it carries on. I was sort of looking forward to not-teaching for a while but it seems like it will be a good gig so I may as well give it a go.
Alley Joel and Cara were putzing in their garage on Saturday so we all had a barbecue right before the rain came. The kids fawned all over Jean and Cara; it was fun to see.
The kids spent kind of a lot of time this weekend at the playground; thank goodness it's only a block away! They both love the swings. Lucy is getting brave enough to do the slides by herself; unfortunately, so is Ed. That kid! I do not know what to do with a boy. We put him down in the sand for three seconds this morning and next thing we knew he was halfway across the playground, a third of the way up the steps. Oof. I know he's frustrated that he can't walk or keep up yet.
Oh, and I helped Jean buy, transport, and assemble some new bedroom furniture today. So fun! I love helping other people spend money. And I do love Ikea. I got a few frames for the kitchen in hopes of getting some pix of my kids actually up in the house here.
My sister Ellen ran in Chicago's "Shamrock Shuffle" today along with thirty thousand other people. My folks went to see her run and said it was a total madhouse. Can you even imagine? Ellen is also joining this sorta-almost-professional women's volleyball team in Chicago. She totally amazes me.
Tomorrow I start watching Jayla 5 days a week. I really want it to go well... I know it will just take some actual planning on my part, even though it's only 1.5 hours a day. It's supposed to be gorgeous again tomorrow... so I should probably go to sleep so I can get up and enjoy it, eh?
Tuesday, March 20, 2007
Fed to the rules and I hit the ground running
I'm not sure what that lyric means but the song's been running through my head since it was playing at the Kids' Museum this morning.
Yurk! I can't believe I haven't posted in nigh-on a week.
We had a wonderful trip to Illinois over the weekend. Spent lots of good grandparent-time (including seeing Aunt Eller and both my grandmas, what a treat!) and by the third night both kids were content sleeping in my folks' accommodations. We also got to see adorably pregnant Stulie and play Santa by bestowing upon them 2 gynormous bags of baby clothes. So we must be done having kids... we have no more baby clothes!
On Saturday my mom treated me, Joel, Lucy, Ellen and Grandma Jake to Seussical, the Musical at Conant High School. The show was not bad, and fun, and Lucy was rapt with attention (as was Grandma). Lu clapped at the end of every song and blew bubbles during the tub scene and got to meet some of the Whos after the show and she loved it.
Joel took Lucy on a date this evening to see Charlotte's Web at the $2 show. Well, $1 for two-year-olds. She talked all day about how she was going on "a date" after her nap. They got popcorn and she held her tinkle until after the show was over. Her only complaint was that there weren't any songs in this version (she knows all the songs from the 1973 version we have at home).
Oh! Which reminds me, Lucy has been wearing big-girl underpants for a week. She's had a few accidents, most of which have been my fault (like, not taking her directly to the pot after a longish grocery trip... or forgetting to diaper her for a nap). But she's doing pretty well. Man, that girl has a mind of her own -- you cannot force her to sit on the pot if she doesn't want to. Boy, oh boy. We had a slight problem tonight: Joel diapered her around 7:15 and by 7:45 (she goes to bed around 8) she had wet the diaper so much that it soaked through her jammy pants. She did tell me she was tinkling, as she was going... but it's as though wearing a diaper gives her license to just tinkle whenever. So, moms-who've-been-here... what should I do? Not diaper her until right before bedtime? Or do I have to buy those spendy "Feel-n-Learn" diapers that feel wet on her bottom and have her wear those at bedtime and naps?
I should say that Lucy did drink a lot of juice during her date. So that maybe exacerbated the problem.
Ed's still not walking, which is OK by me. That kid is going to have a major head injury by the time he's 2, I can almost guarantee it. No fear, no sense -- he just climbs up on everything.
I'm going to bed now... got another wild day ahead tomorrow...
Yurk! I can't believe I haven't posted in nigh-on a week.
We had a wonderful trip to Illinois over the weekend. Spent lots of good grandparent-time (including seeing Aunt Eller and both my grandmas, what a treat!) and by the third night both kids were content sleeping in my folks' accommodations. We also got to see adorably pregnant Stulie and play Santa by bestowing upon them 2 gynormous bags of baby clothes. So we must be done having kids... we have no more baby clothes!
On Saturday my mom treated me, Joel, Lucy, Ellen and Grandma Jake to Seussical, the Musical at Conant High School. The show was not bad, and fun, and Lucy was rapt with attention (as was Grandma). Lu clapped at the end of every song and blew bubbles during the tub scene and got to meet some of the Whos after the show and she loved it.
Joel took Lucy on a date this evening to see Charlotte's Web at the $2 show. Well, $1 for two-year-olds. She talked all day about how she was going on "a date" after her nap. They got popcorn and she held her tinkle until after the show was over. Her only complaint was that there weren't any songs in this version (she knows all the songs from the 1973 version we have at home).
Oh! Which reminds me, Lucy has been wearing big-girl underpants for a week. She's had a few accidents, most of which have been my fault (like, not taking her directly to the pot after a longish grocery trip... or forgetting to diaper her for a nap). But she's doing pretty well. Man, that girl has a mind of her own -- you cannot force her to sit on the pot if she doesn't want to. Boy, oh boy. We had a slight problem tonight: Joel diapered her around 7:15 and by 7:45 (she goes to bed around 8) she had wet the diaper so much that it soaked through her jammy pants. She did tell me she was tinkling, as she was going... but it's as though wearing a diaper gives her license to just tinkle whenever. So, moms-who've-been-here... what should I do? Not diaper her until right before bedtime? Or do I have to buy those spendy "Feel-n-Learn" diapers that feel wet on her bottom and have her wear those at bedtime and naps?
I should say that Lucy did drink a lot of juice during her date. So that maybe exacerbated the problem.
Ed's still not walking, which is OK by me. That kid is going to have a major head injury by the time he's 2, I can almost guarantee it. No fear, no sense -- he just climbs up on everything.
I'm going to bed now... got another wild day ahead tomorrow...
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
300!
Not the movie.
This is my 300th post! Happy to me.
Joel and I are sitting in the living room right now with the TV actually off. OFF. OFF, do you hear me?!? I do not remember the TV being off ANY other evening in our house. Joel had on the Pussycat Dolls show, whatever-the-heck it is, and he started whining about how bad it was and I suggested (kiddingly!) that the TV could, indeed, be turned off and he actually went over and did it. And then swore about it for the next five minutes, while gnawing on some random pretzel crumbs and staring oddly at the darkened TV screen.
He's reading a month-old issue of Sports Illustrated now. Upp, now he's starting to wiggle. And swear again. Annnnnnd....
The TV's back on. Well it was a good 20 minutes, while it lasted. To be honest, I spent 10 of it on the phone with Jean.
Speaking of TV, I feel the need to admit that I have the teeniest crush on the guy who plays Tommy on The Black Donnellys. I am not the type to crush on actors. But I did read he was a ballet dancer (ballerino? ballet-man?) so maybe that has something to do with it. Joel knows about it and has started walking around with his cheeks sucked in, telling me to "get outta my bid'ness".
Know what bugs me? When people say "down south" when what they mean is "southern Minnesota." Because those two terms are not interchangeable.
Edward had his 12-month well-baby this morning. He's like almost 24 pounds and maybe 31" tall. Or something. They said 85th% for height and 80th% for weight. So he's a chunker, which should surprise nobody. His head is exactly average -- so take that, mean mall mom. :)
Drat! My battery's dying, I'd better go. Be well...
This is my 300th post! Happy to me.
Joel and I are sitting in the living room right now with the TV actually off. OFF. OFF, do you hear me?!? I do not remember the TV being off ANY other evening in our house. Joel had on the Pussycat Dolls show, whatever-the-heck it is, and he started whining about how bad it was and I suggested (kiddingly!) that the TV could, indeed, be turned off and he actually went over and did it. And then swore about it for the next five minutes, while gnawing on some random pretzel crumbs and staring oddly at the darkened TV screen.
He's reading a month-old issue of Sports Illustrated now. Upp, now he's starting to wiggle. And swear again. Annnnnnd....
The TV's back on. Well it was a good 20 minutes, while it lasted. To be honest, I spent 10 of it on the phone with Jean.
Speaking of TV, I feel the need to admit that I have the teeniest crush on the guy who plays Tommy on The Black Donnellys. I am not the type to crush on actors. But I did read he was a ballet dancer (ballerino? ballet-man?) so maybe that has something to do with it. Joel knows about it and has started walking around with his cheeks sucked in, telling me to "get outta my bid'ness".
Know what bugs me? When people say "down south" when what they mean is "southern Minnesota." Because those two terms are not interchangeable.
Edward had his 12-month well-baby this morning. He's like almost 24 pounds and maybe 31" tall. Or something. They said 85th% for height and 80th% for weight. So he's a chunker, which should surprise nobody. His head is exactly average -- so take that, mean mall mom. :)
Drat! My battery's dying, I'd better go. Be well...
Monday, March 12, 2007
Gotta go!
A couple other Lucyisms I need to write down:
A couple weeks ago I was running a little short on temper. The ever-perceptive Lucy goes "Mommy, you mad at me?"
Me (after a deep breath): "No, honey, I'm not mad at you."
Lucy (after a thoughtful pause): "You... fussin'-ratin' at me?"
Awwww.
Also -- some kids have imaginary friends. Lucy has... imaginary words. Specifically: floo, fla, flow, and fisha-fasha.
It's really interesting to observe, because you can tell she uses them when she can't quite come up with the right word as quickly as she wants to use it. For example, when she doesn't like something or she thinks something is icky, she'll often call it "floo" or sometimes "flow and low."
Carol and I went out for drinks on Saturday night, to a local dive. I mean, it's a serious dive. So anyway, we're walking out the door at (a very modest) 11pm, and a woman steps out of the bushes sort of right into me. We just barely brushed shoulders; I didn't even think the contact warranted an "excuse me"... but the gal sorta shouted at us: "White hos gotta go!"
I mean, really. You know what Carol and I look like. Like minivan-drivin' moms. Though I suppose the gal was spot-on about the white part.
A couple weeks ago I was running a little short on temper. The ever-perceptive Lucy goes "Mommy, you mad at me?"
Me (after a deep breath): "No, honey, I'm not mad at you."
Lucy (after a thoughtful pause): "You... fussin'-ratin' at me?"
Awwww.
Also -- some kids have imaginary friends. Lucy has... imaginary words. Specifically: floo, fla, flow, and fisha-fasha.
It's really interesting to observe, because you can tell she uses them when she can't quite come up with the right word as quickly as she wants to use it. For example, when she doesn't like something or she thinks something is icky, she'll often call it "floo" or sometimes "flow and low."
Carol and I went out for drinks on Saturday night, to a local dive. I mean, it's a serious dive. So anyway, we're walking out the door at (a very modest) 11pm, and a woman steps out of the bushes sort of right into me. We just barely brushed shoulders; I didn't even think the contact warranted an "excuse me"... but the gal sorta shouted at us: "White hos gotta go!"
I mean, really. You know what Carol and I look like. Like minivan-drivin' moms. Though I suppose the gal was spot-on about the white part.
Sunday, March 11, 2007
Musicals musicals! Spectcular spectacular!
Golly, I love a good live musical. Joel and Jean and I went to see Disney's "High School Musical" at the Children's Theatre Company on Friday night. My friend Katie Allen was the lead, Gabriella. She was amazing and the show was maybe one of the best 3-5 shows I have ever seen. The show is going to be opening on Broadway sometime in the next year or so and I cannot imagine a Broadway performance being any better than what we saw. Every single member of the cast was "on" the entire time; the staging, sound, and costumes were all incredibly engaging and professionally done. We'd seen the movie a few months ago and been unimpressed, but it really does make a much better live show. So congrats to everyone at CTC; really, really great job!
Joel and I took the kids to the Children's Museum again this morning. Man, do we love that place! They had face paints laid out for the kids to play with, and Lucy completely covered the lower half of her face in green (her favorite color). She was so happy. Joel drew Elvis-style blue glasses and black sideburns on Ned.
Saturday night Joel put on "The Music Man" DVD (the newer version with Kristin Chenoweth and Matthew Broderick) for Lucy. There's a song called "Shipoopi" in the show. When it started, Lucy turned to Joel incredulously and said "POOPY!??!" Joel told her it was "Shipoopi" and then they came upstairs for dinner. Lucy was saying "Poopy, poopy..." and I (thinking of potty training rather than Meredith Willson) said "Lu, we don't say 'poopy,' we say --"
Lu: "Shi-popo?"
That girl is like a sponge when it comes to songs. So she ran around the basement the rest of the evening, singing "Shipoopi, shipoopi, shipoopi" (which is how the song goes). I should also add that she was playing one of Eddie's plastic golf clubs like a trumpet. The next line of the song goes "the girl is hard to get," which Lu had misunderstood as "the guy is soaking wet." We laughed hard enough for her to realize she was hilarious, and she sang it all day today too. That is, when she isn't singing "a fair is a veritable smorgasbord, orgasbord, orgasbord" from the old animated Charlotte's Web movie from, like, 1973 or whatever. She was singing that one at the top of her lungs when she was supposed to be napping on Saturday.
Oh, I should also mention that Lu spent much of the day Friday wearing... a strand of pearls. And... that's it.
Eddie seems to be aging gracefully since his b-day -- though he still refuses to walk much. Oh, he did stand himself up and take three steps on his own this evening. And yesterday he took, maybe, 10 steps from Joel to me.
Ned and Lu spent about 5 minutes at the supper table tonight, screaming at each other. Screaming. It would have been really irritating, except you could tell they were just seeing what kinds of noises they could make. And it's really funny to watch someone let out a super-loud scream at the top of his lungs and then immediately take a huge bite of chili like nothing ever happened. Especially when he still has the light-blue remains of Elvis glasses painted on his face.
Joel and I took the kids to the Children's Museum again this morning. Man, do we love that place! They had face paints laid out for the kids to play with, and Lucy completely covered the lower half of her face in green (her favorite color). She was so happy. Joel drew Elvis-style blue glasses and black sideburns on Ned.
Saturday night Joel put on "The Music Man" DVD (the newer version with Kristin Chenoweth and Matthew Broderick) for Lucy. There's a song called "Shipoopi" in the show. When it started, Lucy turned to Joel incredulously and said "POOPY!??!" Joel told her it was "Shipoopi" and then they came upstairs for dinner. Lucy was saying "Poopy, poopy..." and I (thinking of potty training rather than Meredith Willson) said "Lu, we don't say 'poopy,' we say --"
Lu: "Shi-popo?"
That girl is like a sponge when it comes to songs. So she ran around the basement the rest of the evening, singing "Shipoopi, shipoopi, shipoopi" (which is how the song goes). I should also add that she was playing one of Eddie's plastic golf clubs like a trumpet. The next line of the song goes "the girl is hard to get," which Lu had misunderstood as "the guy is soaking wet." We laughed hard enough for her to realize she was hilarious, and she sang it all day today too. That is, when she isn't singing "a fair is a veritable smorgasbord, orgasbord, orgasbord" from the old animated Charlotte's Web movie from, like, 1973 or whatever. She was singing that one at the top of her lungs when she was supposed to be napping on Saturday.
Oh, I should also mention that Lu spent much of the day Friday wearing... a strand of pearls. And... that's it.
Eddie seems to be aging gracefully since his b-day -- though he still refuses to walk much. Oh, he did stand himself up and take three steps on his own this evening. And yesterday he took, maybe, 10 steps from Joel to me.
Ned and Lu spent about 5 minutes at the supper table tonight, screaming at each other. Screaming. It would have been really irritating, except you could tell they were just seeing what kinds of noises they could make. And it's really funny to watch someone let out a super-loud scream at the top of his lungs and then immediately take a huge bite of chili like nothing ever happened. Especially when he still has the light-blue remains of Elvis glasses painted on his face.
Wednesday, March 07, 2007
My Eddie!
Happy 1st birthday to my baby man Ed.
Everybody (myself included) keeps saying "I can't believe it's been a year!" but it sure has.
My dad is in for the week -- he gets such a huge kick out of the kids and it's so fun to watch. It's also fun to watch him do all the dishes. :)
Well! Short & sweet today. I think I'll take a nap now.
Everybody (myself included) keeps saying "I can't believe it's been a year!" but it sure has.
My dad is in for the week -- he gets such a huge kick out of the kids and it's so fun to watch. It's also fun to watch him do all the dishes. :)
Well! Short & sweet today. I think I'll take a nap now.
Tuesday, March 06, 2007
Baseball on the radio, I'm so happy!
We went to story time at the Red Balloon Bookshop this morning (as we do every Tuesday, though I'm not sure how long we're going to continue -- Ed was WILD today and it's really hard getting him to chill through both story times... I'm getting ahead of myself)
There are actually 2 story times; first is Baby Time, for 0-2 year-olds. Each week Sara, the leader, sings "happy birthday" to whichever baby(s) have birthdays that week. And apparently I did a good job preparing Ed for this week; when Sara asked for birthdays, I exaggerate not, Ed stood up on my lap, waved his hand and went "Eh!" We sang to him (and to some kid named Luka, which I think confused Lucy because I have spent the entire last week gently reminding her that, no, it's not your birthday this week) and went on our merry way.
The second story time is for 2-3 y-os and Lucy gets way more out of that one. They do a couple little dances, I think is why. Well anyway, Kim (the leader) was dressing a toy dog (I'm not really sure why; I was try to keep Ed entertained) and she put some underwear on it and the little girl right next to Lucy got really excited and shouted out "Big boy underwear!!!" It was really funny.
Which is my segue to the Quest-for-Big-Girl-Underwear Report: while yesterday was kind of fair-to-middling (I had a heck of a time getting her to put down the toys and sit down on the pot), Lu was completely dry all morning today. Which included going at 9:30 and then holding it all the way through both storytimes AND lunch and then going again at 1:30, which seems like an unreal time for her to hold it but she sure did.
The little girl I've been watching (3 days a week, 1 hour each day) is now going to need watching 5 days a week, 1.5 hours each day. I just don't know whether or not I should do it.
There are actually 2 story times; first is Baby Time, for 0-2 year-olds. Each week Sara, the leader, sings "happy birthday" to whichever baby(s) have birthdays that week. And apparently I did a good job preparing Ed for this week; when Sara asked for birthdays, I exaggerate not, Ed stood up on my lap, waved his hand and went "Eh!" We sang to him (and to some kid named Luka, which I think confused Lucy because I have spent the entire last week gently reminding her that, no, it's not your birthday this week) and went on our merry way.
The second story time is for 2-3 y-os and Lucy gets way more out of that one. They do a couple little dances, I think is why. Well anyway, Kim (the leader) was dressing a toy dog (I'm not really sure why; I was try to keep Ed entertained) and she put some underwear on it and the little girl right next to Lucy got really excited and shouted out "Big boy underwear!!!" It was really funny.
Which is my segue to the Quest-for-Big-Girl-Underwear Report: while yesterday was kind of fair-to-middling (I had a heck of a time getting her to put down the toys and sit down on the pot), Lu was completely dry all morning today. Which included going at 9:30 and then holding it all the way through both storytimes AND lunch and then going again at 1:30, which seems like an unreal time for her to hold it but she sure did.
The little girl I've been watching (3 days a week, 1 hour each day) is now going to need watching 5 days a week, 1.5 hours each day. I just don't know whether or not I should do it.
Monday, March 05, 2007
Dur dur d'etre bebe!
At least, I sort of think that's how you say "it's so tough to be a baby" in French, though my source on that is the 8-year-old (as of 1992) French "house mix" singing sensation Jordy, so, you know, take it with a grain of salt.
Oh, so Ed fell asleep in the middle of lunch today. He got the leans midway through his second PBJ sammy and the next time I looked over, he was cashed.
In other news, we hooked ourselves up with a fambly membership to the Children's Museum, and I am super excited to make that a regular outing. We also started a toilet-learning sticker-chart/M&M-bribe system with Lucy. We'll see how it goes.
Wednesday, February 28, 2007
1500, my new radio home
That show Medium always freaks me out. I love it!
Tonight I seriously HAPPENED to turn on 1500AM, only because I just had to reprogram all my radio stations in the van because my in-laws left the lights on when they took Lucy to church on Saturday so the battery died so all my pre-set stations went the way of pin-rolled pants and banana clips, and while reprogramming the stations I actually remembered that the Twins are no longer on 830 but 1500, so I actually set it correctly, so then when I turned on the radio (which I only get to do when I'm alone in the car which is very rare these days) THERE WAS A TWINS GAME ON!!!!
Yes, spring training has begun! I am not kidding when I say my little heart skipped a beat at the sound of John Gordon's voice. The ride to the Dayton's Bluff Rec Center is less than 5 minutes, so all I really caught of the game was that we were ahead 1-0 in the 3rd based on something Jason Bartlett did, and that we're scheduled to play against Kyle Lohse later this week, but WHO CARES, it's BASEBALL!!!
Now, it still confuses me that major-league ballplayers can be younger than I am. I know, I know, some of them are an entire decade younger than I am. But it's still something that I have a hard time wrapping my mind around.
Silly kid update!
Lucy's taken to calling Ed "a stinker." Probably because I do too. The other day Ed was hollering about something and Lucy said to me "What a loud stinker!"
Also, she uses "stink" when she means "smell" as a verb. Today, she picked up a diaper Ed had just dirtied (and I had just carefully wrapped) and said "Let me stink this," right before sticking her nose in it.
Tonight I seriously HAPPENED to turn on 1500AM, only because I just had to reprogram all my radio stations in the van because my in-laws left the lights on when they took Lucy to church on Saturday so the battery died so all my pre-set stations went the way of pin-rolled pants and banana clips, and while reprogramming the stations I actually remembered that the Twins are no longer on 830 but 1500, so I actually set it correctly, so then when I turned on the radio (which I only get to do when I'm alone in the car which is very rare these days) THERE WAS A TWINS GAME ON!!!!
Yes, spring training has begun! I am not kidding when I say my little heart skipped a beat at the sound of John Gordon's voice. The ride to the Dayton's Bluff Rec Center is less than 5 minutes, so all I really caught of the game was that we were ahead 1-0 in the 3rd based on something Jason Bartlett did, and that we're scheduled to play against Kyle Lohse later this week, but WHO CARES, it's BASEBALL!!!
Now, it still confuses me that major-league ballplayers can be younger than I am. I know, I know, some of them are an entire decade younger than I am. But it's still something that I have a hard time wrapping my mind around.
Silly kid update!
Lucy's taken to calling Ed "a stinker." Probably because I do too. The other day Ed was hollering about something and Lucy said to me "What a loud stinker!"
Also, she uses "stink" when she means "smell" as a verb. Today, she picked up a diaper Ed had just dirtied (and I had just carefully wrapped) and said "Let me stink this," right before sticking her nose in it.
Monday, February 26, 2007
Good-bye, nursing bras! Hello...
Um... hello? Hellooooooo...
hello... hello... hello...
Well! I finally went through my bra drawer and removed every last nursing bra and washable nursing pad. Ed and I had one last nursing session last week and we are totally done now. So now my chest is a size it hasn't been for... three and a half years? Which means the only 2 bras I have that fit now are four years old and came from the teenage-girls bra department at JC Penney. Ugh.
Lucy's word for "nipples" might actually be "mittles." I can't quite tell.
My mother-in-law is participating in a Polar Plunge at Lake Calhoun this Saturday. We're going to see her to cheer her on and wish her luck and warmth!
Going ot have to finish this later; it's bedtime...
hello... hello... hello...
Well! I finally went through my bra drawer and removed every last nursing bra and washable nursing pad. Ed and I had one last nursing session last week and we are totally done now. So now my chest is a size it hasn't been for... three and a half years? Which means the only 2 bras I have that fit now are four years old and came from the teenage-girls bra department at JC Penney. Ugh.
Lucy's word for "nipples" might actually be "mittles." I can't quite tell.
My mother-in-law is participating in a Polar Plunge at Lake Calhoun this Saturday. We're going to see her to cheer her on and wish her luck and warmth!
Going ot have to finish this later; it's bedtime...
Friday, February 23, 2007
Friday
Nuthin' new here. Lucy just got up from her nap; she walks out on her own with her sleep-ruddy cheeks and says "Hi, Mommy." It's awesome.
Ed still has his four teeth and they're huge. He grins and says "Hi, Da" all day.
Lucy's phrase this week is "You gotta buy some more." As in:
Me: "Lucy, this is the last cookie for you tonight."
Lucy: "You gotta buy some more."
We had lovely playdates with the Dalys and Watsons, respectively, this week. Toddlers are just so, so funny. Love them all.
Ed still has his four teeth and they're huge. He grins and says "Hi, Da" all day.
Lucy's phrase this week is "You gotta buy some more." As in:
Me: "Lucy, this is the last cookie for you tonight."
Lucy: "You gotta buy some more."
Lucy discovered her nipples (or "mimples") this week.
(Lifting her shirt) "What are these, mommy?"
"Nipples, sweetie."
"I have breasts?"
"No, right now you just have nipples. In about 10 years you'll have breasts."
"Maybe later. When I'm older."
We had lovely playdates with the Dalys and Watsons, respectively, this week. Toddlers are just so, so funny. Love them all.
New baby
Well! Ask and ye shall receive!
CONGRATS to the Pudwell Family on their new baby girl! I got this email this morning:
Nicole, Scott, and Joshua are proud to announce the newest Pudwell!!
Ashley Ann Pudwell was born at 8:02pm [on Feb. 22].
Ashley weighed 7lbs 11oz, and was 19 inches long.
Pictures coming soon on pudwellfamily.com
Both Mom and Ashley are doing great!!
Welcome to the world, Ashley!! Welcome to big-brotherhood, Josh!
CONGRATS to the Pudwell Family on their new baby girl! I got this email this morning:
Nicole, Scott, and Joshua are proud to announce the newest Pudwell!!
Ashley Ann Pudwell was born at 8:02pm [on Feb. 22].
Ashley weighed 7lbs 11oz, and was 19 inches long.
Pictures coming soon on pudwellfamily.com
Both Mom and Ashley are doing great!!
Welcome to the world, Ashley!! Welcome to big-brotherhood, Josh!
Thursday, February 22, 2007
New blogs and whatnot
New Blogs
My friend Jara now has a blog, as does my cousin Amy. Actually Amy has had one for several months; I'd just missed the loop, for some wild reason.
Whatnot
Also! Congrats to my friend Michelle who is relatively-newly pregnant with #2.
Please send power out to 2 of my due-any-minute preggo friends, Nicole P and Tricia. Can't wait to hear their stories!
More Whatnot
So I read this item about birthing and breastfeeding/latching in Parents magazine last night and I thought it was really interesting. Of course, I am the crazy granola mom. So I'm embracing my role. :)
"Sometimes it takes a bit longer for a newborn to latch -- and the most common reason is that the baby's sleepy because his mother was given an epidural or other labor medications."
Then they quote a gal from La Leche League, Katy Lebbing:
"Research has shown that if an epidural is administered for more than two hours, you'll have latching problems. The longer the epidural is in, the more likely you are to have trouble. ...A woman ... had an epidural for 48 hours; her baby didn't latch on for three weeks."
I had never heard before that the two were related... though I knew I was already a firm believer in both natural childbirth and breastfeeding, but I guess this info makes me feel a little better since I know I'm in the minority. Maybe I need to really strap on the Birkenstocks and learn how to become a doula or something. Always searching for my mission in life... :)
I should really try to figure out the source; I would love to read more about this "research." Usually Parents magazine is a neverending slosh of ridiculously expensive "must-haves," excessively consumeristic "great ideas" and unrealistically idealistic "safety tips."
Sample tip for raising earth-conscious kids: "Go on a hike through some nearby woods and introduce your children to the different types of plants, trees, and ecosystems in your area." This would be assuming the parent is some kind of crazy botanist with encyclopediaic knowledge about the local flora. Can you even see me? "Okay, kids, this is a tree. It's got branches. And... leaves. And here's another tree! Also with leaves. Ooh! This one looks like a bush. It has leaves, too. Here! On the ground; this is a stick. It fell off a tree. Or, a bush. And here we have some mud. And there! More mud!"
My friend Jara now has a blog, as does my cousin Amy. Actually Amy has had one for several months; I'd just missed the loop, for some wild reason.
Whatnot
Also! Congrats to my friend Michelle who is relatively-newly pregnant with #2.
Please send power out to 2 of my due-any-minute preggo friends, Nicole P and Tricia. Can't wait to hear their stories!
More Whatnot
So I read this item about birthing and breastfeeding/latching in Parents magazine last night and I thought it was really interesting. Of course, I am the crazy granola mom. So I'm embracing my role. :)
"Sometimes it takes a bit longer for a newborn to latch -- and the most common reason is that the baby's sleepy because his mother was given an epidural or other labor medications."
Then they quote a gal from La Leche League, Katy Lebbing:
"Research has shown that if an epidural is administered for more than two hours, you'll have latching problems. The longer the epidural is in, the more likely you are to have trouble. ...A woman ... had an epidural for 48 hours; her baby didn't latch on for three weeks."
I had never heard before that the two were related... though I knew I was already a firm believer in both natural childbirth and breastfeeding, but I guess this info makes me feel a little better since I know I'm in the minority. Maybe I need to really strap on the Birkenstocks and learn how to become a doula or something. Always searching for my mission in life... :)
I should really try to figure out the source; I would love to read more about this "research." Usually Parents magazine is a neverending slosh of ridiculously expensive "must-haves," excessively consumeristic "great ideas" and unrealistically idealistic "safety tips."
Sample tip for raising earth-conscious kids: "Go on a hike through some nearby woods and introduce your children to the different types of plants, trees, and ecosystems in your area." This would be assuming the parent is some kind of crazy botanist with encyclopediaic knowledge about the local flora. Can you even see me? "Okay, kids, this is a tree. It's got branches. And... leaves. And here's another tree! Also with leaves. Ooh! This one looks like a bush. It has leaves, too. Here! On the ground; this is a stick. It fell off a tree. Or, a bush. And here we have some mud. And there! More mud!"
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
Rounds and worms
Happy Fat Tuesday, everybody! I'm actually coming off an entire Fat Weekend (pizzas and gyros and pie, oh my!), so I'm trying to eat healthier starting today... sort of. I was actually thinking maybe I should add a couple more layers of fat to insulate me from this ridiculously cold weather we've been having. Then today it's 43 and sunny. Can't win!
My friend Nikki posted that she thought she heard a bird the other day. I heard nothing, but saw an entire round of robins* on the roof of my garage! And they were the fattest little robins you ever did see. It was a little bizarre. This was RIGHT in the middle of the coldest part of the cold snap, too. I do not know what they were doing. But they don't look too happy with themselves.
*(I Googled "collective noun" and "robins" and came up with zilch, so I sort of made that one up. Okay, actually I just looked a little closer and one site says "worm"!?!? Well, that's just silly.)
There's GOT to be a better way
Hey there, inventors and entrepreneurs! You need to invent something that makes it easier to get kids in and out of car seats during winter. It's not safe, buckling their buckles over all those coats. And it's certainly not responsible or possible in a practical sense, to remove the coats before putting them in the car seats.
I think what needs to happen is a special coat with slits made to slip the seat belts/buckles through. The slits could Velcro closed when the kid's not in the seat. Oh, no, that wouldn't work because of the kids' arms... Okay, what about a harness that you put on the kid prior to donning the coat (which would still have to be a special kind of coat, with slits or something) and then buckling the harness onto the car seat? Grrr.
Let's see, what's new -- my mom ("Grandma Books") was up for the weekend. It was so great to see her and the kids just loved it. Ed even took a couple steps (maybe even 4?) unassisted (but with heaps of encouragement) for her to see.
Ed had a yucky fever most of the weekend (high of 104.3 on Saturday morning) and the rest of us have been a little cold-y too. Lu loves being the booger police, letting us know when she or Ed needs a kleenex. I guess we should have taught her to say "runny nose" instead. You live and learn.
Ed loves to say "hi." Over and over and over. It charms the heck out of old ladies at the grocery store.
More later...
My friend Nikki posted that she thought she heard a bird the other day. I heard nothing, but saw an entire round of robins* on the roof of my garage! And they were the fattest little robins you ever did see. It was a little bizarre. This was RIGHT in the middle of the coldest part of the cold snap, too. I do not know what they were doing. But they don't look too happy with themselves.
*(I Googled "collective noun" and "robins" and came up with zilch, so I sort of made that one up. Okay, actually I just looked a little closer and one site says "worm"!?!? Well, that's just silly.)
There's GOT to be a better way
Hey there, inventors and entrepreneurs! You need to invent something that makes it easier to get kids in and out of car seats during winter. It's not safe, buckling their buckles over all those coats. And it's certainly not responsible or possible in a practical sense, to remove the coats before putting them in the car seats.
I think what needs to happen is a special coat with slits made to slip the seat belts/buckles through. The slits could Velcro closed when the kid's not in the seat. Oh, no, that wouldn't work because of the kids' arms... Okay, what about a harness that you put on the kid prior to donning the coat (which would still have to be a special kind of coat, with slits or something) and then buckling the harness onto the car seat? Grrr.
Let's see, what's new -- my mom ("Grandma Books") was up for the weekend. It was so great to see her and the kids just loved it. Ed even took a couple steps (maybe even 4?) unassisted (but with heaps of encouragement) for her to see.
Ed had a yucky fever most of the weekend (high of 104.3 on Saturday morning) and the rest of us have been a little cold-y too. Lu loves being the booger police, letting us know when she or Ed needs a kleenex. I guess we should have taught her to say "runny nose" instead. You live and learn.
Ed loves to say "hi." Over and over and over. It charms the heck out of old ladies at the grocery store.
More later...
Thursday, February 15, 2007
My brain was frozen and filled with snot!!
Back by popular demand, today's Guest Blogger is none other than fan favorite, JG!
I was so excited to find an ultra close spot at the bus stop. Background: My company subsidizes a parking spot monthly which is, say, 9 blocks from work. Okay so like only 4-5 blocks. It's walkable, but a bus pass is included in the parking permit so you don't HAVE to hoof it. Buses leave from the lot every 10-15 minutes in the morning. So my usual routine is to catch a bus in the morning. (The walk is uphill and I can barely stand to think in the morning before my 3rd cup of coffee.) Not to mention, every time I do walk I see the stupid bus pulling up like just as I am arriving at work. So really, why not just catch the bus. I do walk at night, so I don't have to wait for the bus, and then, yes, you guessed it, it's downhill. Easier to keep one's momentum going when one has some additional weight in the fulcrum of one's body, you know?
So, like I mentioned, I found a primo spot in the lot. I believe Meggo and I used to call it porno parking. Since we have kids now I think we have taken that out of our vernacular. Prolly not though. Noting that the bus is ready to leave, I hop out of the car, grab my workout bag, and jump on the bus. I pull out my cell phone to play with the buttons so I know how to shut off the ringer... see if there are any games... just get used to how the blasted contraption works. I mean really, I don't need to take pictures, make a meal, or complete a masters degree online with it. I just need to be able to call someone and answer it when it rings. On the bus I start a conversation with a guy who was recently in the news, quite an interesting story, I'll tell ya sometime. Then I arrive at work to realize gangnabbit I left my keys on the bus; they must have fallen out when I was playing with my stupid cell phone. Well there's nothing really one can do when that happens on the bus and we had our all company meeting to get to. So I started that trek of lemmings down to the meeting room with our good friends Carol and Patrick Daly.
Meeting over. I stopped by at the bus office in the skyway to get info as to what one does when they leave something on the bus. Call lost and found tomorrow, is the answer I get -- I knew that one. It's now 11:45ish and I'm working up the gumption to call Meggo to let her know and logistically it's not a big problem; I can catch a bus home at night and back to work in the morning, but just in case I'll walk on down there to make sure: A. I didn't leave the keys in the car; B. I didn't drop them in the transition from the car tothe bus; and C. Verify the car is still there. I bundled up and walked down. Half way I realize I didn't grab my cellphone. Smart Joel real smart. I mean, insert Meg's voice here: "What do you have a cell phone for ANYWAY!" I turn the corner to where I can see the parking lot and the cars all lined up. Terror dripping from my brow. I'm straining to just get a glimpse of the little car and not seeing anything. Scanning the row back and forth hoping that it's just hiding behind the Bonneville. Nope. Getting closer well maybe it's beside the Seabreeze. (A shout out to Bridget Fors old baby the Sebring.) Oh wait I see my bumper. WHAT THE HELL, there's exhaust coming from the tailpipe. You have got to be kidding me. Sure as my vacant expression. I did something I have never done before. I left the car running with the doors locked for 4 and a half hours. No cell phone. IDIOT!! I caught the bus back to work, called Meggo who I knew was at book readings (ed. note: it's actually called "story time") with the kids. Well my valentine came to my rescue. I walked on down there again to visit and grab my keys and see the family. Eddie fast asleep, Lucy clutching her red balloon and new "Philadelphia Chickens" CD Meggo purchased for her and the funniest little expression on Meggo. One that says, you will never live this one down. Needless to say Meggo now has, in the immortal words of Paula Abdul, her back pocket token for whatever she wants. What can I say, my brain was frozen and full of snot.
I was so excited to find an ultra close spot at the bus stop. Background: My company subsidizes a parking spot monthly which is, say, 9 blocks from work. Okay so like only 4-5 blocks. It's walkable, but a bus pass is included in the parking permit so you don't HAVE to hoof it. Buses leave from the lot every 10-15 minutes in the morning. So my usual routine is to catch a bus in the morning. (The walk is uphill and I can barely stand to think in the morning before my 3rd cup of coffee.) Not to mention, every time I do walk I see the stupid bus pulling up like just as I am arriving at work. So really, why not just catch the bus. I do walk at night, so I don't have to wait for the bus, and then, yes, you guessed it, it's downhill. Easier to keep one's momentum going when one has some additional weight in the fulcrum of one's body, you know?
So, like I mentioned, I found a primo spot in the lot. I believe Meggo and I used to call it porno parking. Since we have kids now I think we have taken that out of our vernacular. Prolly not though. Noting that the bus is ready to leave, I hop out of the car, grab my workout bag, and jump on the bus. I pull out my cell phone to play with the buttons so I know how to shut off the ringer... see if there are any games... just get used to how the blasted contraption works. I mean really, I don't need to take pictures, make a meal, or complete a masters degree online with it. I just need to be able to call someone and answer it when it rings. On the bus I start a conversation with a guy who was recently in the news, quite an interesting story, I'll tell ya sometime. Then I arrive at work to realize gangnabbit I left my keys on the bus; they must have fallen out when I was playing with my stupid cell phone. Well there's nothing really one can do when that happens on the bus and we had our all company meeting to get to. So I started that trek of lemmings down to the meeting room with our good friends Carol and Patrick Daly.
Meeting over. I stopped by at the bus office in the skyway to get info as to what one does when they leave something on the bus. Call lost and found tomorrow, is the answer I get -- I knew that one. It's now 11:45ish and I'm working up the gumption to call Meggo to let her know and logistically it's not a big problem; I can catch a bus home at night and back to work in the morning, but just in case I'll walk on down there to make sure: A. I didn't leave the keys in the car; B. I didn't drop them in the transition from the car tothe bus; and C. Verify the car is still there. I bundled up and walked down. Half way I realize I didn't grab my cellphone. Smart Joel real smart. I mean, insert Meg's voice here: "What do you have a cell phone for ANYWAY!" I turn the corner to where I can see the parking lot and the cars all lined up. Terror dripping from my brow. I'm straining to just get a glimpse of the little car and not seeing anything. Scanning the row back and forth hoping that it's just hiding behind the Bonneville. Nope. Getting closer well maybe it's beside the Seabreeze. (A shout out to Bridget Fors old baby the Sebring.) Oh wait I see my bumper. WHAT THE HELL, there's exhaust coming from the tailpipe. You have got to be kidding me. Sure as my vacant expression. I did something I have never done before. I left the car running with the doors locked for 4 and a half hours. No cell phone. IDIOT!! I caught the bus back to work, called Meggo who I knew was at book readings (ed. note: it's actually called "story time") with the kids. Well my valentine came to my rescue. I walked on down there again to visit and grab my keys and see the family. Eddie fast asleep, Lucy clutching her red balloon and new "Philadelphia Chickens" CD Meggo purchased for her and the funniest little expression on Meggo. One that says, you will never live this one down. Needless to say Meggo now has, in the immortal words of Paula Abdul, her back pocket token for whatever she wants. What can I say, my brain was frozen and full of snot.
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
I switched to the New Blogger
I don't feel any different.
Also! I need a recipe. I was sitting next to a mom at storytime today who fed her daughter what appeared to be an oatmeal-raisin cookie, but what I'm sure was actually an uber-healthy granola-ey concoction, optimized for high fiber and nutrition and minimal fat and sugar.
But you can't exactly type that into Allrecipes or Epicurious and expect to get any results.
Also! New poll. Oh... except I don't have the time to figure out how to do a poll again.
Ed slept for maybe 30 minutes in the van right before noon/lunch, due to a set of somewhat bizarre circumstances that I will allow Joel to post at his discretion. We got home by noon, finished lunch by 12:30 and Ed was in his crib for nap by 1:00. Except he was wiiiiide awake. But happy. He jabbered to himself and played his fish-music-boxes for close to two hours(!!) until I thought to go in, at which point I immediately discerned he had a large dirty diaper. I changed it, and put him back down. He fell asleep almost right away.
Am I a bad mother for letting him fart around for two hours on his own? I'm not so concerned about the diaper; it didn't seem to bother him. But, like, should I have taken him out and played with him? I really thought he was going to fall asleep at any moment. Really.
Also! I need a recipe. I was sitting next to a mom at storytime today who fed her daughter what appeared to be an oatmeal-raisin cookie, but what I'm sure was actually an uber-healthy granola-ey concoction, optimized for high fiber and nutrition and minimal fat and sugar.
But you can't exactly type that into Allrecipes or Epicurious and expect to get any results.
Also! New poll. Oh... except I don't have the time to figure out how to do a poll again.
Ed slept for maybe 30 minutes in the van right before noon/lunch, due to a set of somewhat bizarre circumstances that I will allow Joel to post at his discretion. We got home by noon, finished lunch by 12:30 and Ed was in his crib for nap by 1:00. Except he was wiiiiide awake. But happy. He jabbered to himself and played his fish-music-boxes for close to two hours(!!) until I thought to go in, at which point I immediately discerned he had a large dirty diaper. I changed it, and put him back down. He fell asleep almost right away.
Am I a bad mother for letting him fart around for two hours on his own? I'm not so concerned about the diaper; it didn't seem to bother him. But, like, should I have taken him out and played with him? I really thought he was going to fall asleep at any moment. Really.
Sunday, February 11, 2007
Corrections and Clarifications
ST PAUL, MINN --
In a recent blog entry, Meg may have unintentionally misled readers to believe that she:
a. has this whole motherhood thing figured out
b. is never cranky, crabby, or at all out-of-sorts
c. never, ever wishes that the kid clawing his/her way up her pants leg would just go bang some Tupperware bowls together, or something, and let her just fold this one last stinkin' dish towel, if it's not too much trouble, please!??
d. galavants happily throughout each day, magically whisking her children to and from enriching activities, providing nutritious and delicious snacks and meals at appropriate times, and always provides consistent and firm, yet gentle guidance and discipline when necessary.
Meg wishes she wasn't so fast and loose with her posts on her happy days, and Meg wishes she could also post her grumpy days too, but you definitely don't want to read that. Meg guesses that what Meg meant was more, like, she understands herself and her role and her life a little better now, and she hopes that readers know her well enough to know that mood swings and waffling emotions are still to be expected.
Meg regrets the error.
Lucy Speak
These days, when Lucy asks us to do something, and we have to say "no" (like, she wants me to pick her up when I am already holding a very sad Eddie... OR, she wants me to peel her another orange when she has just devoured two of them)... she replies:
"You got to try!"
Or sometimes it's:
"Don't say 'no' at me!"
It is sooo hard not to laugh.
Also, I know everybody already knows this but I have to write it down for posterity: she calls the refrigerator the "fridgerfridger."
In a recent blog entry, Meg may have unintentionally misled readers to believe that she:
a. has this whole motherhood thing figured out
b. is never cranky, crabby, or at all out-of-sorts
c. never, ever wishes that the kid clawing his/her way up her pants leg would just go bang some Tupperware bowls together, or something, and let her just fold this one last stinkin' dish towel, if it's not too much trouble, please!??
d. galavants happily throughout each day, magically whisking her children to and from enriching activities, providing nutritious and delicious snacks and meals at appropriate times, and always provides consistent and firm, yet gentle guidance and discipline when necessary.
Meg wishes she wasn't so fast and loose with her posts on her happy days, and Meg wishes she could also post her grumpy days too, but you definitely don't want to read that. Meg guesses that what Meg meant was more, like, she understands herself and her role and her life a little better now, and she hopes that readers know her well enough to know that mood swings and waffling emotions are still to be expected.
Meg regrets the error.
Lucy Speak
These days, when Lucy asks us to do something, and we have to say "no" (like, she wants me to pick her up when I am already holding a very sad Eddie... OR, she wants me to peel her another orange when she has just devoured two of them)... she replies:
"You got to try!"
Or sometimes it's:
"Don't say 'no' at me!"
It is sooo hard not to laugh.
Also, I know everybody already knows this but I have to write it down for posterity: she calls the refrigerator the "fridgerfridger."
Tuesday, February 06, 2007
Half a recipe
I was emailing a friend and she sent me a recipe for some Asian wraps that sounded wonderful, and in a weird coincidence, us Gs had just eaten some really tasty wraps for dinner that night. Short story long, I promised I would post my wrap-recipe... but the bag that the tortillas came in (on which the recipe was printed) got tossed so now I have to kind of recreate the recipe for you. Whatever; they're really good. Joel raved.
Flour tortillas
Cream cheese (you don't need a whole brick unless you're making like twenty)
Shreddy cheddar cheese
Deli-sliced roast beef
Red onion slices
Avocado slices
Roasted red peppers (I always use jarred)
Fresh spinach leaves
What I did was warm a tortilla a little, then spread about 1 tablespoon of cream cheese and 2 tablespoons of the cheddar on the tortilla. Add 1 or 2 roast beef slices and then microwave that shebang, just to soften the cheese and bring out the meat flavor a bit. Then add some of the onion, some avocado, a bit of red peppers and exactly six spinach leaves. Roll up and eat. Feasty!
Really, I don't know why this was so good. It just kind of was.
If you're not a tortilla person, the results are just as nummier on some toasted sourdough bread. Toasted bread is good.
Flour tortillas
Cream cheese (you don't need a whole brick unless you're making like twenty)
Shreddy cheddar cheese
Deli-sliced roast beef
Red onion slices
Avocado slices
Roasted red peppers (I always use jarred)
Fresh spinach leaves
What I did was warm a tortilla a little, then spread about 1 tablespoon of cream cheese and 2 tablespoons of the cheddar on the tortilla. Add 1 or 2 roast beef slices and then microwave that shebang, just to soften the cheese and bring out the meat flavor a bit. Then add some of the onion, some avocado, a bit of red peppers and exactly six spinach leaves. Roll up and eat. Feasty!
Really, I don't know why this was so good. It just kind of was.
If you're not a tortilla person, the results are just as nummier on some toasted sourdough bread. Toasted bread is good.
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