H just spit up some breastmilk.
Into. My. Mouth.
Hey- you give a little, you get a little.
Sunday 6
2 days ago
Thursday, July 15, 2010
Monday, July 12, 2010
Getting crafty
So, I don't have time to mop my floor, but I have time to do an art project. Go figure.
I take no credit for the idea for this; I found the tutorial at Under the Table and Dreaming via Tatertots and Jello-- that's the site on which I was a WINNER (my look book will be another post).
Anyway, I LOVE how this turned out! Not only does it help me keep my menus straight for the week (granted, this means that I actually have to plan ahead of time for seven straight days), but it's so cute. Everyone who comes over comments on it and asks me where I got it. Lisa's House of Wonders, I tell them. That's what M would call "Lisa-humor." That's another way of him saying that I'm likely the only one who thinks what I've said is funny.
Silence...
Moving on! Here's how I made the menu board:
1) I started with an old frame.
My mother-in-law gave me this old frame when I broke the glass in another frame, so I could see if the glass would fit. It didn't. So, this nicked-up frame was just taking up precious space in my house.
2) I "updated" it with brown shoe polish. Not because I'm crazy-creative, but because I don't own brown paint. Or brown stain. But I do own brown shoe polish.
Look how nicely it buffs up! I feel like the polish gave those nicks wayyyyyy more character. They now have a purpose in life, and we all know how good that feels.
My purpose in life?
Not mopping the floor right now.
3) I glued burlap to the frame backing, added "MENU" in sticky letters left-over from days when I dealt with high school freshmen who couldn't stop talking and before I dealt with a two year old who can't stop talking. I printed out the super-cute letters for the days of the week, cut them out and glued them on, and then replaced the glass. Finally, I wrote out my menu directly on the glass with a dry-erase marker!
Don't judge me by my pathetic dinner planning that week. We had been out-of-town the weekend before, my husband had a work dinner one night, and we went out of town at the end of the week. I worked with what I had.
4) I hung it up. Whoo-hoo!
I'm still feeling super self-conscious about showing you the menu. Does it help if I tell you that, in the last five days, I've made homemade chicken pot pie (with homemade pie crusts, too!), chicken enchiladas, hamburgers, ribeye, baked sweet potatoes, and (more) chili?
That made me feel a bit better, at least. Thanks for indulging me.
I take no credit for the idea for this; I found the tutorial at Under the Table and Dreaming via Tatertots and Jello-- that's the site on which I was a WINNER (my look book will be another post).
Anyway, I LOVE how this turned out! Not only does it help me keep my menus straight for the week (granted, this means that I actually have to plan ahead of time for seven straight days), but it's so cute. Everyone who comes over comments on it and asks me where I got it. Lisa's House of Wonders, I tell them. That's what M would call "Lisa-humor." That's another way of him saying that I'm likely the only one who thinks what I've said is funny.
Silence...
Moving on! Here's how I made the menu board:
1) I started with an old frame.
2) I "updated" it with brown shoe polish. Not because I'm crazy-creative, but because I don't own brown paint. Or brown stain. But I do own brown shoe polish.
My purpose in life?
Not mopping the floor right now.
3) I glued burlap to the frame backing, added "MENU" in sticky letters left-over from days when I dealt with high school freshmen who couldn't stop talking and before I dealt with a two year old who can't stop talking. I printed out the super-cute letters for the days of the week, cut them out and glued them on, and then replaced the glass. Finally, I wrote out my menu directly on the glass with a dry-erase marker!
4) I hung it up. Whoo-hoo!
That made me feel a bit better, at least. Thanks for indulging me.
Friday, July 9, 2010
Blog roll, eye roll
My silly feed to blog rolls is still not functioning properly. It's a "known problem" with Blogger, but selfishly... I don't care! Someone fix my Blogger issue!
Ok. Whew. That was good to get off my chest.
In other news, I just looked at the label list on my sidebar and had to laugh. In middle, in this order, was:
Gardening Scorpions Marriage Poop
Hmm. And apparently I write about them equally. Interesting.
Note: I just now linked the scorpions and poop sections for you. 5 seconds later, my daughter informed me she had to go. As in now. Nope... she already went. This is my life. Time to keep an eye out for more scorpions.
Ok. Whew. That was good to get off my chest.
In other news, I just looked at the label list on my sidebar and had to laugh. In middle, in this order, was:
Gardening Scorpions Marriage Poop
Hmm. And apparently I write about them equally. Interesting.
Note: I just now linked the scorpions and poop sections for you. 5 seconds later, my daughter informed me she had to go. As in now. Nope... she already went. This is my life. Time to keep an eye out for more scorpions.
Thursday, July 8, 2010
Empirical evidence that God exists
Do you still need more evidence He exists?
Check out this proof:
Perfectly formed to hear the whispering wind and the singing birds and the silence of His voice
Precious fingers made to serve their Maker
Chubby little leg rolls and teeny-tiny boy toes to follow Him
I have to admit, after having a girl first I was wondering how I'd take to a boy, someone whose inner (and outer! Boys pee everywhere on a changing table!) workings would be completely foreign to me. But, oh, how I love being the mother to a precious "little man"!
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
On my bookshelf
I am a self-confessed bibliophile (this is not something you need to report me for to Child Protective Services... it just means I LOVE books!). My former roommate, Lauren, tells this story about me:
(Using Lauren's words here...)
"Lisa would walk into the living room in the morning and ask me what I was reading. I'd tell her and we'd talk about it for a minute and then she'd go on with her day. Around lunchtime she'd come through again and ask what I was reading. I'd tell her the same thing I'd said a few hours prior.
Oh, she'd say, You're still reading the same book?"
Now, I don't know if that exact conversation really ever took place, but she always tells it just about like that. The thing is, I DO love to read (heck, English was one of my majors and I taught high school English for several years, and even taught a University English class!), but I rarely get to do it anymore. For the past few years, especially since having children, my reading has been limited primarily to parenting/children's health books (Hello, Caring for Your Baby and Young Child, 5th Edition: Birth to Age 5, I'm talking about YOU, my love!), marriage books, spiritual reading, and The Economist (ahhhh... I love me some Economist! And their punctuation... sigh. I can't get enough.). Granted, when I was nursing C every two hours right after we moved, I read all of M's Hardy Boys books from his childhood and all of my Jane Austen (and Janet Evanovich!) books, but besides those and a smattering of other books here and there, I've been rather book-free for a while.
However, the last month has brought some wonderful books into my life, books that made me think and laugh and think some more. Books that I wished weren't just library books, so I could make notes in their margins, and pick them up again on rainy days when the kids were napping.
1) Same Kind of Different as Me- It's set in Fort Worth (hometown shout-out!) and opened my eyes to a new world in what I'd always considered a very familiar world. Plus, one of the doctor's mentioned in the book was at my wedding, and another doctor in the book was my gastroenterologist! It's such a moving story and I'm still trying to process what I read and figure out how to incorporate the lessons I learned into my own life.
2) Animal, Vegetable, Miracle- LOVED this book. I read just a chapter a night, so it took me forever (forever for me means about 2 weeks). I'm thinking I may need to buy my own copy so I can reread and ponder and reread and do something about my ponderings. The book is nonfiction (like Same Kind of Different as Me) and chronicles a year in the life of Barbara Kingsolver's (Bean Trees, The Poisonwood Bible) family as they tried to eat locally by growing their own veggies and fruits, raising chickens and turkeys, and buying (almost) solely local-grown foods. This idea had already been tumbling around in my brain for quite a while, given that we have access to lots of fresh, local veggies and fruits (and olive oil and wine and eggs and cheese! I live in a great part of the country!). The biggest sacrifice for me personally would be...
Can you guess?
Bananas.
Oh, how my entire family adores you, you gorgeous golden-skinned fruit!
The book really has made me think a lot about the cost of my food, not really in terms of what I'm paying with cash, but what I'm forcing the world to pay: water/gasoline/harmful pesticides used to grow and/or transport. Kingsolver has a great example about the calories (energy) used to transport some food vs the calories (energy) I am getting from the food. In some cases it's just ridiculous in its lopsidedness. Kingsolver makes very valid points about eating seasonally, and points out that we accept the fact that bathing suits are not for the middle of winter, but we still want to eat strawberries (or other such summer fruits and veggies) out of season. I know I'm going on and on about this book (it should have gotten its own post!) but one more thing: Kingsolver comments on how various locales around the world have stopped growing things that grow best there and growing a variety of things (different types of grains or potatoes, etc) in favor of growing what the "rich countries" want, which is damaging on all fronts and is a poor use of resources. Ok, I'll get off this topic now. Read the book and report back. I'll be looking online for heirloom tomatoes now...
3) Reed of God- I've mentioned this before, but Lauren is leading a discussion of this book about Mary. I'm sticking carefully to the reading schedule (one section a week), so I'm getting to read each section about five times a week! It's an easy-to-read book and despite being written on the eve of WWII, it is completely relevant to today's world. We're only on the second section, and discuss it starting on Thursdays, so there is plenty of time to jump on in! For the record, this is NOT a library book, which is good because my fines for writing all over the book would be astronomical.
I also read The Memory Keeper's Daughter, but found myself skipping pages at times because I could already figure out where the book was going, and I wanted to get to the "good stuff."
Ooh... hummingbird outside. Gotta get out with C and bird-watch now!
(Using Lauren's words here...)
"Lisa would walk into the living room in the morning and ask me what I was reading. I'd tell her and we'd talk about it for a minute and then she'd go on with her day. Around lunchtime she'd come through again and ask what I was reading. I'd tell her the same thing I'd said a few hours prior.
Oh, she'd say, You're still reading the same book?"
Now, I don't know if that exact conversation really ever took place, but she always tells it just about like that. The thing is, I DO love to read (heck, English was one of my majors and I taught high school English for several years, and even taught a University English class!), but I rarely get to do it anymore. For the past few years, especially since having children, my reading has been limited primarily to parenting/children's health books (Hello, Caring for Your Baby and Young Child, 5th Edition: Birth to Age 5, I'm talking about YOU, my love!), marriage books, spiritual reading, and The Economist (ahhhh... I love me some Economist! And their punctuation... sigh. I can't get enough.). Granted, when I was nursing C every two hours right after we moved, I read all of M's Hardy Boys books from his childhood and all of my Jane Austen (and Janet Evanovich!) books, but besides those and a smattering of other books here and there, I've been rather book-free for a while.
However, the last month has brought some wonderful books into my life, books that made me think and laugh and think some more. Books that I wished weren't just library books, so I could make notes in their margins, and pick them up again on rainy days when the kids were napping.
1) Same Kind of Different as Me- It's set in Fort Worth (hometown shout-out!) and opened my eyes to a new world in what I'd always considered a very familiar world. Plus, one of the doctor's mentioned in the book was at my wedding, and another doctor in the book was my gastroenterologist! It's such a moving story and I'm still trying to process what I read and figure out how to incorporate the lessons I learned into my own life.
2) Animal, Vegetable, Miracle- LOVED this book. I read just a chapter a night, so it took me forever (forever for me means about 2 weeks). I'm thinking I may need to buy my own copy so I can reread and ponder and reread and do something about my ponderings. The book is nonfiction (like Same Kind of Different as Me) and chronicles a year in the life of Barbara Kingsolver's (Bean Trees, The Poisonwood Bible) family as they tried to eat locally by growing their own veggies and fruits, raising chickens and turkeys, and buying (almost) solely local-grown foods. This idea had already been tumbling around in my brain for quite a while, given that we have access to lots of fresh, local veggies and fruits (and olive oil and wine and eggs and cheese! I live in a great part of the country!). The biggest sacrifice for me personally would be...
Can you guess?
Bananas.
Oh, how my entire family adores you, you gorgeous golden-skinned fruit!
The book really has made me think a lot about the cost of my food, not really in terms of what I'm paying with cash, but what I'm forcing the world to pay: water/gasoline/harmful pesticides used to grow and/or transport. Kingsolver has a great example about the calories (energy) used to transport some food vs the calories (energy) I am getting from the food. In some cases it's just ridiculous in its lopsidedness. Kingsolver makes very valid points about eating seasonally, and points out that we accept the fact that bathing suits are not for the middle of winter, but we still want to eat strawberries (or other such summer fruits and veggies) out of season. I know I'm going on and on about this book (it should have gotten its own post!) but one more thing: Kingsolver comments on how various locales around the world have stopped growing things that grow best there and growing a variety of things (different types of grains or potatoes, etc) in favor of growing what the "rich countries" want, which is damaging on all fronts and is a poor use of resources. Ok, I'll get off this topic now. Read the book and report back. I'll be looking online for heirloom tomatoes now...
3) Reed of God- I've mentioned this before, but Lauren is leading a discussion of this book about Mary. I'm sticking carefully to the reading schedule (one section a week), so I'm getting to read each section about five times a week! It's an easy-to-read book and despite being written on the eve of WWII, it is completely relevant to today's world. We're only on the second section, and discuss it starting on Thursdays, so there is plenty of time to jump on in! For the record, this is NOT a library book, which is good because my fines for writing all over the book would be astronomical.
I also read The Memory Keeper's Daughter, but found myself skipping pages at times because I could already figure out where the book was going, and I wanted to get to the "good stuff."
Ooh... hummingbird outside. Gotta get out with C and bird-watch now!
Monday, July 5, 2010
Huh?
I made scrambled eggs and homemade bread for C this morning, then asked her what kind of fruit she'd like. We currently have peaches, nectarines, pineapple, apples, and honeydew melon. If she wanted strawberries, I froze some last week so I could thaw out a handful. But no. She requested...
Giraffe fruit.
No idea what that means.
She got pineapple instead.
Giraffe fruit.
No idea what that means.
She got pineapple instead.
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