Today I was munching on a whole strawberry. Glanced down while eating and saw:
a worm.
In. My. Strawberry.
That I was eating.
I would have gotten a picture to gross you all out with, but my freaking out got in the way. Sorry.
I will be cutting up all fruit into teeny-tiny pieces from now on. And boiling it.
Ellie running up the art museum steps (a la Rocky)
Getting cultured at the Rodin Museum.
Have you ever taken children to an art museum? Or, specifically, a 4-year-old and a 3-year-old? We used to be members and went often. Loved the art museum. Walking around in the quiet, holding hands, whispering comments about the paintings to each other, sitting in the grand foyer listening to live jazz while sipping a glass of wine. (Oh, how hip we were.)
This is a whole different experience. Lots of SHHHH!!! and Don’t touch that. Don’t touch that. I mean it, stoptouchingthat!! And I think I saw a painting or sculpture. Or something. Oh well. Hopefully our kids absorbed enough culture to last a few more years. Here’s my favorite art museum pic: of my kids grinning in front of the incredibly age-appropiate “The Gates of Hell” sculpture. Luckily, they didn’t look too closely at things. Except the nudes. Then they asked very loud questions, like “Where is the lady’s clothes?”
Oh, yum. I cannot wait to try this. I love that the chicken isn’t breaded. Makes it seem healthier 😉 My last try from this cookbook was incredible, so I’m sure I won’t be disappointed.
Chicken Parmesan
1 tbsp olive oil
1 tsp chopped fresh thyme
1 tsp chopped fresh rosemary
1 tsp chopped fresh parsley
4 chicken cutlets ( about 3 oz each)
1 tsp salt
1/2 tsp fresh ground pepper
3/4 c Marinara Sauce
1/4 c shredded mozzarella cheese
8 tsp grated Parmesan cheese
Preheat oven to 500 degrees. In a small bowl, stir the oil and herbs to blend. Brush both sides of the cutlets with the herb oil and sprinkle with the salt and pepper. Heat a large, heavy oven-proof skillet over high heat. Add the cutlets and cook until just brown, about 1 min per side. Remove from heat.
Spoon marinara sauce over and around the cutlets. Sprinkle 1 tbsp of mozzarella over each cutlet, then sprinkle 2 tsp of Parmesan over each. Bake until cheese melts and the chicken in cooked through, about 5 minutes.
recipe origin: adapted from Everyday Italian
I have 3 thousand things to do today.
My sister is arriving tonight for a long weekend and my house is a disaster. (Seriously – I’m not just exaggerating to get sympathy. Yuck-a-rooney) Because of course this week the girls were sick. And of course I suddenly decide to totally revamp my store* and make approximately 40 new items, along with a complete storefront redesign (which I am really excited about. To be unveiled next week! Hee hee!). Because I don’t have anything else to do.
So today I will be running lots of errands, cleaning like crazy, doing loads of laundry and trying to avoid my sewing machine, since all I want to do is sit and play with this new purse design that is in my head. Because I think it will be super cute and fun. And fit perfectly in the shop. Do you think that polka dot ribbon would look better? Or stripes?
No! Concentrate! To-do list!
I am totally going to the grocery store two towns over, that one that has a child-drop-off room so I can grocery stop in peace. ‘Cause that is certainly worth a short 15-minute drive. Am I right?
*Seriously – don’t buy anything this week. First, I don’t have time. But second, there will be LOADS of new cute things coming, so wait!
Today at 5pm, our whole family piled into our car and drove to my OB’s office for my appointment. Everyone was coming to hear the heartbeat. Girls were so excited. We walked up to the door.
Locked. Lights off.
“Oh, shoot!” I say, as Husband rolls his eyes, “I must have gone to the wrong office! Let me get out the card and call.”
So, I get out the business card to call the other office location. Look on the back, and see my appointment information that the receptionist wrote down. Hummm… 10.11.07. That’s today. 5:40pm. That’s the time. Humm… And this is the correct office. Hummm….
Oh I can’t wait to call them tomorrow at 9:00 when they open and hear the explanation as to why they decided to cancel my appointment without telling me.
Update: Receptionist says, “You went to the wrong office!” I said, “No, I went to the office that was written on my appointment card. Then I called the other office and got the answering service, who then called the other office and no one answered.”
So, I have another appointment next week. But I think they should throw in a free epidural of something, don’t you? 😉
Some infant cold medicine has been recalled. Read article here.
I read about this new research initially and pretty much blew it off, but I guess its pretty serious. Anyone else heard anything?
I am at a parenting loss. I am so angry and frustrated with this particular child I. Could. Scream. Maybe I will. Excuse me a moment.
Okay. Here’s the situation: Ellie has pink eye. No big deal you say? Oh, please come be a fly on my wall.
Yesterday we went to the doctor to get the needed eye drops. Sidebar: while we were there, they gave Ellie her flu shot to save me a trip later. By “they” I mean Me and Nurse #1, who held her down, and Nurse #2, who helped us hold her down and administered the shot. I called Husband and told him that she is way too strong for three women to handle and he’s better plan to be there next time. And perhaps he should enlist the help of the Philadelphia Eagles.
Then we got the eye drops. After the shot, I figured they were no big deal.
It takes Husband and me at least 20 minutes to get them in her eyes. We’ve tried discipline, bribery with candy… the only thing that has worked thus far is both of us holding her down and forcing her eyes open. And she is on this medicine Four. More. Days. Three times a day.
Anyone have any helpful suggestions? Besides rendering her unconscious?? Cause we thought of that one already. Please – please – if you have any suggestions… even if you never comment on here… please pass them on before I lose my mind!!!!
Pregnant celebrities annoy me. Not only do they lose the baby weight in about 3 weeks, but they say annoying things like this:
“There is nothing bad about it. The morning sickness and the vomiting and the hot sweats. Nothing’s been bad about it. I’ve loved every second of it,” said Halle Berry.
Oh me too, Halle. I feel exactly the same way. Excuse me while I go ‘enjoy’ throwing up.
Ugh. My Tuesdays are killing me. Maybe its partly because Monday is so busy, what with the ballet and all. Then Tuesday mornings I hit the ground running as Husband heads to Bible Study at 6am, so that means I have to actually get up out of bed (poor me) and start my day before 7am. (Before 7am is not a good time for me. Seriously. Ask my kids.)
By the time I get home from Bible Study, I am so tired I can barely get my kids some lunch before I crash.
Exhibit A: I forgot to pick my kids up from school again. Just drove home and pulled in the driveway. Looked in the mirror and said, “Whoops!*” Pulled back out of the driveway and zoomed to the school!
Exhibit B: Today they had mostly banana bread for lunch. And some grapes, kiwi, string cheese and yogurt. Hello, random-stuff-Mom-yanked-out-of-the-fridge!
Exhibit C: I just woke up from a two-hour nap.
I need to figure this out. Perhaps going to bed at 8pm on Monday nights would help. Or maybe just not planning on doing anything else after noon on Tuesdays.
*Edited. Ahem.
I’m not sure how much I’ll be around the next few days, as I have some serious work to get done. Apparently everyone is having baby boys this October, since only baby boy gifts are selling in the store. I need to get sewing and re-stock!
