June 21, 2012

My "desperate housewife" + Eleanor


Dearest blog readers, thank you so much for sticking with me during these weird periods when a week or two will disappear in between blogs.

The ridiculous truth is, I actually attempt to blog every day. But something always intercepts my time, patience, or energy. Sometimes it is something little and silly: yesterday I had a total "first world problem" moment when I tried to move my laptop to a more comfortable location by balancing it in one hand and trying to untangle the speaker cords with the other (because if my laptop, which is literally falling apart, is unplugged, it will shut down) and the screen, which is also broken, fell forward, which also means a total shut down. I was so frustrated that I opted for a bowl of cereal and Dick Van Dyke instead. But most times it is something big, like the fact that I am exhausted at the end of the day and have to remind myself that it's because I am raising a human being and growing another one.

Time seems to be passing simultaneously slowly and rapidly. Our days are filled with multiple park trips, afternoon naps, late dinners on the porch, and evening "family walks" around the pond. Everyday brings new ways that James makes me smile and laugh, and also new difficulties that grow me in unexpected ways. Lane has been working long days, James has been having difficulty falling asleep before 10 pm, and I have been learning patience and reliance on God for the physical energy to not fall asleep at the lunch table. It is during these days that a little sugar right around nap time can go a long way. Let me clarify: I am the one eating the sugar, not James.

This isn't an every day treat, but a once-in-a-while indulgence. I make a big bowl of plain oatmeal and stir in chocolate chips and a spoonful of peanut butter. It's like a giant oatmeal-peanut-butter-chocolate-chip cookie. Yum.


So, what is everyone else's "desperate housewife"? Potato chips in your cottage cheese? Chocolate sauce and a spoon straight into the ice cream container? 'Fess up! What are they? ... I'll probably be trying them, especially if they involve sweet and salty.

PS In case you didn't hear via Facebook (apparently over 60 people "like" this... I don't think I even have 60 friends), we are almost positive that the new baby is a girl! Since you, my wonderful blog readers, didn't get to hear it first, I will tell you what we are naming her before it hits the FB: Eleanor.

This time a year ago: Asparagus rolled in chicken with caprese potato salad



June 13, 2012

the deck


My favorite room in our house isn't actually in our house.


Our deck is part-dining, part-living, part-play room, and even part-kitchen (due to my husband, the grill-master, barbecuing for us).





The deck is also partly covered, so we can even stand out there when it's pouring.



Hopefully we will finish any other room within the next couple weeks so I can continue to post updates. Until then, let me leave you with this picture of James being caught in the act:

June 02, 2012

Updates: pregnancy, James, and the big move


Pregnancy: Still feeling very tired, despite the fact that I am three weeks into the second trimester. Growing and gaining, and craving things like pickles (how stereotypical) and cream cheese- and dragging James down with me.



James: So stinkin' cute it is unreal, making us laugh and smile all day every day. He went to the last prenatal appointment with Lane and I, and he was able to hear the baby's "heartbeep." He imitates the sound "whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!" and then imitates the sound of James' big boy "heartbeep" that sounds like "bump, bump!" 
He is warming up to "new house." He loves that it has stairs to go up and down and a big porch to run back and forth on. 


The move: Oh lordy, we did it! We are moved into "new house" as James calls it. It is currently in a state of disarray: we are refinishing the kitchen cabinets, so boxes marked "kitchen" (most with little more description than just that) are stuffed into closets and what will be new baby's room; the garage is the work station, so we cannot store much in there; and our dining room table is covered with an unending supply of things we are trying to put away. Life is crazy, but we are so happy to be here. 


May 18, 2012

one year + 100th post + Hawaiian meatballs


Today is the one year birthday of my little blog. Were I not so tired, I would do some sort of review of the
last year of blog posts, perhaps highlighting my favorites and not-so-favorites.

It is also the 100th post. Only because I am a little OCD about stuff like that, so when I realized it could be the first birthday and post number 100, I had to do it.


Also, my mom came over today and we made one of Lane's favorite dishes: Hawaiian meatballs. Since all I want right now is to crawl into bed with a big bowl of life for dessert, I will just say this about the meatballs: sweet, salty, good.


Oh, and this about my mom: fun, good cook, I love her.


This time last year: Fruit Salad (kind of a lame post, actually, especially to begin a blog with) and Brie, Mango, Cilantro, and Red Onion Quesadillas

Hawaiian meatballs
adapted from Joy of Cooking

for the meatballs:
1 lb ground meat (we used chicken breast, other meats will contain more oil)
1 slice bread, crumbled
1/4 tsp yellow mustard
1 clove garlic, minced
2 tbsp minced ginger
1/4 c soisin sauce (1/2 soy sauce, 1/2 hoisin sauce)
1/3 c pineapple, chopped
1/4 of a green bell pepper, chopped
2 tsp lime juice
vegetable oil

for the salsa:
2 c pineapple, chopped
3/4 of a green bell pepper, chopped
handful of cilantro
green part of 1 green onion, sliced

for serving:
4 cups cooked Basmati rice
more soisin sauce (see above)


Combine the meatball ingredients and form into about 16 equal-sized balls. Heat a couple tbsps of oil in a large pan over medium-high heat and add as many meatballs as will fit without them touching one another. Allow the meatballs to brown on all sides, repeating with as many batches as nessesacry. Then place them on a baking sheet and bake at 350 degrees for about 20 minutes, or until a meat thermometer reads at least 165 degrees.

Combine all the ingredients for the salsa in a medium bowl and refrigerate until ready to serve.

Serve the meatballs with the salsa, rice, and soisin sauce. Enjoy.

May 17, 2012

peanut butter cookies with pretzels and chocolate chunks


Sweet and salty, chewy and crunchy, chocolate and peanut butter. These cookies are a pregnant gals dream come true (well, aside from maybe unlimited free foot massages).

These cookies are delicious, and also a little less guilt-inducing than the recipe on the back of a chocolate chip bag: they contain no butter and are partially whole wheat. At least, that's the excuse I am giving myself for eating three consecutively after lunch today.


Peanut Butter Cookies with Pretzels and Chocolate Chunks
adapted from "Peanut Chews" from the King Arthur Flour Whole Grain Baking book

1 c smooth all-natural peanut butter
1/2 c dark brown sugar
1/2 c white sugar
1 large egg
1/4 c water
2 tbsp corn syrup (honey also works here)
1 tsp vanilla
1 tsp baking soda
1/2 tsp salt
3/4 c whole wheat flour
3/4 c white flour
heaping 1/2 cup pretzels, broken into small bits
3 or 4 oz dark chocolate, chopped
course salt (I was classy and dug out the pretzel salt from the bottom of the bag, this worked out quite well)

Cream together the first nine ingredients (peanut butter through salt), until smooth. Add the flour and stir until combined. The dough will become very stiff, use a stand-up mixer if you have one. Stir in the pretzels and chocolate.

Drop heaping tablespoon-fuls onto a lightly greased baking sheet. Either flatten the cookies by pressing a pretzel into the top of each one, or you can do the classic criss-cross shape using a fork (dip the fork in water when it begins to stick to the dough). Sprinkle with salt.

Bake the cookies for 9-12 minutes at 350 degrees, rotating the baking sheets half way through. The key here is to remove the cookies as the edges are beginning to brown, but the middles are just a bit on the wobbly side still. This will ensure chewy cookies with crisp edges. If they bake too long, they will harden.

Eat warm. Enjoy.

May 16, 2012

they are small people who will one day be big


Although my full-time job is being a mom, I am always a little nervous to write posts about parenting. I am afraid that you dear readers will glance over these posts thinking "Who is she to give parenting advice? What makes her an expert?" Being a parent obviously does not make me an expert, and I am well aware of this.

However, I did receive such nice and positive responses from the last parenting post that I have decided to try my hand at it again.



The subject of this post is something that has been on my mind lately: raising our children to know how to interact socially. There are many books and lectures and people who probably have PhD's on the subject, but what I have been thinking about is how our behavior as parents towards our children shapes their social behavior.

I see a lot of parent's who are positive role models for their children; but, sadly, I also see so many interactions (or worse, lack of interactions) that are not teaching good social behavior.
(Disclaimer again here: I know I am not perfect, and I am sure someone has shaken their head at something I have done as a parent.)

There are small courtesies that we need to be teaching our children by modeling to them. Open the door for your children. Turn down your music and make eye contact with them when they are telling you something. If you are handing them something and you drop it, say "oh, whoops, sorry," pick it up, and give it to them. Can you imagine if you were handing a pen to a stranger in line at the bank, or towel to a friend who was doing dishes, and you dropped it, and then just left it on the floor for them to pick up? You wouldn't, because that would be rude. (If you would, perhaps you need to reevaluate your social behavior!) What gets me the most is when parents become upset at their children for being rude, when the child was never modeled the polite way to do something in the first place. (Think of all the times you have heard someone growling in a terrifying voice "Don't you talk to me that way!" as they themselves are speaking horribly to their child.)

Children will mimic your actions; often at a younger age than you may think. Here is an example: At the end of dinner, Lane will often clear the table. Sometimes I will do it, too. Each time we take the dishes to the sink. The other person always thanks the table-clearer. I have never asked James to clear his dishes, I always do it for him. However, the other day he was sitting on a bar stool at the counter eating a bowl of yogurt (his favorite food in the world right now, by the way). When he was done, he slid off the bar stool and grabbed his bowl and spoon. "James, what are you doing?" I asked, imagining all the places he could take the bowl and spread the remains of the yogurt. He didn't reply, but walked right past me to the kitchen sink, where he deposited both spoon and bowl. James isn't even two years old. You see what I mean? He saw us modeling helpful behavior, and, without being asked, he began to do the same thing.


Another thing I want to touch on is electronics. I realize they are useful, and handy, and blah blah blah, I can't stand them! I truly feel like we are losing an entire generation of social inter-actors to text messages and X-boxes. But is it fair for us to limit their "screen time" when we sit at our laptops perusing the web while we should be playing with them? What about all the parents on cell phones at the park? Oh my gosh, don't even get me started! Okay, since I am started: I understand the need every once in a while to answer an important call (I really do know this, since we have been trying to purchase a house- and still are, more on that later- for over a year), but these parents who are just chatting with a friend, or text messaging, or looking through facebook, or whatever it may be... James and I always end up playing with the kids of such parents at the park (or even the library) and they instantly glomb onto me because they are so excited that someone is finally paying attention to them.

Okay, whew, breathe. I really didn't intend for this to be a rant against what I interpret as bad parenting. My point is, one day we will want to have a conversation with our child (or someone will) and it will not be possible because they won't know how to have a face to face interaction without text messaging or updating their facebook status throughout it ("My mom is blabbering on about something again... who wants to go see a movie later?"). One day we will want our children to have successful with relationships with friends, other family members, and eventually a spouse, and to do this, they will need to know how to treat people like people: help carry bags, open doors, offer to help with the dishes, say "bless you" when someone sneezes (James blesses me for everything, including yawns). The best way for them to learn this is for us to show the same courtesies towards them. They are people too, just a little smaller.



And, for pete's sake, get off your cell phone.

May 15, 2012

a picnic a week: sammies in the park


Happily, Mother's Day was very low-key this year.


My mom and I packed up the kitchen all morning, and we ordered Thai take-out for lunch. 

After she left, James and I took a long nap, then we made a family Costco trip. (side note: I purchased my Mother's Day gift at Costco; The Incredibles DVD. There is a coupon right now, so hurry!)


Lane suggested we grab some sandwiches after shopping, then head to the park to eat them. (oh, how he will love me if he sees this post and this picture of him)

The sandwiches were certainly nothing to write home about, but, as we were ordering, the man at the counter said something like "Would you like to add any drinks, chips, or a giant pickle to your order?" My response was "What about a giant pickle?! Yes!" It was so delicious, but so giant that I had to share. 


Altogether a pretty anti-climactic park trip.
I also photographed a few of James many "owies" from the weekend. It was a rough one.


I used my little pocket-sized camera to take these pictures, and my computer doesn't seem to want to turn this picture right-side-up, but I had to include it because it was so cute that James pointed out his owies.


To end a fairly boring post, I must give a huge thank-you to everyone who read and commented on our announcement. That was by far the most exciting part of my Mother's Day.