Sunday, November 26, 2006
Names our children avoided by not being named after family pets:
Camper Van Beethoven
Napoleon & Josephine (that is what the fouryearold has called the owls that are living in our trees, with a little help from Grandma)
Now, don't you think our children should be grateful they were only saddled with Beppina and Chuckles?
Friday, November 17, 2006
Originally uploaded by Scott & Justine fromWyo.
Huge, so many people there to say goodbye to a wonderful woman who fought an epic battle against cancer, only to pass on at the young age of 51.
She, too, had a daughter and son, now grown.
I don't want to think about the pain of leaving them behind.
I sat throughout the service thinking of my two. I know, everyday, how lucky I am to have them. They are the everything I've waited my whole life for and I hope we can have all the time in the world together.
Saturday, November 11, 2006
Friday, November 03, 2006
I spent all day cooking. Again. Made pear sauce yesterday and canned it, suffering with a sore wrist from all the pear-peeling the rest of the night. Today I baked chicken for lunch and made chicken soup for the sick fouryearold, who'd missed preschool this morning. I took some beef ribs out of the deep freeze and marinated them in a Thai ginger garlic soy concoction all afternoon. Stuck those in the oven to roast about 4, steamed a pot of Cal-Rose rice, and got ready to sit down for a well-earned supper.
The fouryearold comes to the table, after jumping around on the furniture with her little Bam Bam of a brother. She hadn't been seated a minute when, ka-plooey, she barfs. Right at the table. Thankfully, she missed the plates and the ribs.
"...well, THAT was a first," says the too-tired-to-be-annoyed mother. Ick.
Here's a picture of the ribs and rice, for anyone not too grossed out to look.
Oh, and after cleaning her up, giving her some rice, and attempting to resume a Friday night supper, the fouryearold went back to jumping on the furniture. Sheesh. Raised by mountain gorillas.