Today Ellie and I were laying on the couch watching my favorite Food Network show, The Barefoot Contessa. She was doing a special on kids food, complete with ice cream sundae bar. Ellie says longingly, “Mommy, can we go stay at her house some day?”
I wish, Sweetie.
My kids have begged to have this favorite family recipe with dinner tonight, along with scrambled eggs and toast. That sounds perfect, since toast is about all I can handle tonight.*
Fruit Smoothie
1 cup plain yogurt (I use organic, low-fat 1%)
1 cup frozen fruit (I like blueberries, while the girls prefer raspberries because they are pink!)
1 banana
Put in blender and blend until smooth. Add some ice to make it thicker, if you wish.
* This baby is already driving me crazy.
Today we left VBS and were driving down the street. After a few miles, we were about to get on the highway and I felt a tap on my shoulder and Gracie is standing there saying, “Here, Mommy!” because
I never buckled her into her car seat!!
Way to go, Mom.
Ellie: What should we play, Gracie?
Gracie: I know! Lets use our imaginations!!!
Ellie: Yeah!!!!! Lets imagine!
You, Internets, are hilarious. Thanks for all the advise on how to tell the kiddos a baby is coming. I think we’ll wait a bit longer and then just say something like, “Babies come from God” or something equally vague. 😉
I’m here this week, but not. This week is VBS at my church and I’m busy teaching the 4-year-old class. Which I used to do for a living, but now seems much more work than I remember. They are very adorable, much too smart for their own good and bordering on annoying. (You know 4-year-old girls. The cattiness come out surprisingly early when you get a group of them together!)
Anyway, today I taught at VBS, drove home through amazingly congested traffic, threw a piece of warmed up pizza in front of the kids and crashed in my bed for two hours. Dead asleep.
I’m getting too old for this.
You may have noticed that I haven’t been posting much lately. Mostly because I have focusing most of my energies on not throwing up. Since….
I’m pregnant!
Suprised? So was my mom. (I believe she said, “Really?”) We are very, very excited here in our house. Well, Husband and I are. We haven’t told the kiddos yet. We’re really not sure how we’re going to do that. Can you just imagine the questions?
“Is it a boy baby or a girl baby?”
“What do you mean there is a baby in Mommy’s belly? How did it get there?”
“Did she eat it?”
“Is it a boy baby or a girl baby?”
“Can we see it?”
“How will it get out of Mommy’s belly?”
“Is it a boy baby or a girl baby?”
You can see the awkwardness. Maybe we’ll wait a bit. Or possibly stick to the “stork” theory, hoping they won’t notice my lap disappearing.
How did you tell older siblings that a baby was coming?
That the one time out of 100 that you go to the grocery store wearing no make-up, having not showered, wearing yucky, old clothes, looking every inch the frazzled stay-at-home mom that you are, will be the one time you run into someone you used to work with. You know, back when you were mildly put together.
Ellie has recently become obsessed with clothes. My clothes, her clothes, Grace’s clothes… Right now, she is in my closet looking for something for me to wear. She has brought out a red sweater set and pink capris , saying “Mommy, wouldn’t this look adorable!? All colors that you love. And you could wear pink shoes, too!” “No, thanks,” I say. “I’m very comfy is my scrubby yoga pants I mean, adorably stylish outfit, like I always wear.”
She is recently very picky about her own clothes. She refuses to wear anything that has any type of sleeve. So its only tank tops for her. And every day she must wear something pink. And her hair must be done the way she asks. “Mommy, I asked for a high pony! This is much too low.”
I’m not sure I can handle this diva. Its starting to spread to Grace. And that gets me very worried!
Ellie: Mommy, can we get a puppy?
Me: No. We’re not getting a puppy right now.
Ellie: Can we get two puppies?
Me: No.
Ellie: tearing up But I want a puppy!!
Me: Well, life’s not fair, is it?
Ellie: crossing her arms across her chest and pouting No, it sure not.
So it is approximately 200 degrees outside today. I cannot believe that we even slightly considered moving to Brazil once. I probably would have swam home. Praise God for air conditioning.
It reminds me of the summer I was pregnant with Ellie. (So young. So innocent.) We did not have air conditioning. Remember that my husband grew up here – which is technically a desert – so his idea of ‘uncomfortably hot and my idea of ‘uncomfortably hot’ do not match up. We lived somewhat comfortably without air conditioning… until I was pregnant in the summer. I would make his drive me to Barnes & Noble up the street at night so I could cool off a bit before bed. I took cold showers. I was sooo miserable. Then some lovely friends – who had four kids and perhaps recognized how close I was to losing it – told us that had an extra air conditioner that didn’t need in their new house. Ahhhhh. What a difference.
Our next baby was born in August, so you can only imagine what the electric bill was that summer 🙂
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The new store is going well! 3 sales already – I’m so excited!! A big bloggity thanks to all of you who have promoted it on your blogs. I really, really appreciate it!!
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A potty training update: we have hit the wall. Grace is peeing 100% of the time on the potty. And pooping 0% on the potty. And we cannot convince her to try otherwise. Sample conversation we had yesterday:
Me: Where does pee pee go?
Grace: On the potty!!
Me: Right! Where does poop go?
Grace: In my panties!
Me: No. Poop goes on the potty.
Grace: Mine doesn’t.
Sigh. This would be why I am going out with some girlfriends tomorrow night for some emergency mommy-time.