Dear Future Wife of my Eldest,
While Aidan (your future husband) and I were "tag-teaming" his bedroom (which he keeps relatively clean, in case you were interested) he told me this: Mom, when I'm an adult and married I think I'm going to stay home with the kids and my wife is going to work and I'm just going to let the kids play by themselves all day while I sit in a room, like an office or something, and play with my legos.
Be afraid...be very afraid!
Friday, March 7, 2008
Monday, March 3, 2008
Happy Birthday, my man!
Happy 30th Birthday!!!!
To the sweetest, handsomest, and wonderfulest guy ever!
A birthday party wouldn't be the same without a good game of "pin the bullet on the bullseye" (compliments of Aidan)
Our Sunday
Our Sunday was fantastic. To celebrate Brett's last day of being in his 20s we went out and snowshoed in the woods. It was a gorgeous day and everyone had a blast. Here's some pics to prove it!
Saturday, March 1, 2008
She's soooo hungry
Tonight we went and visited a neighbor for a little while before dinner so we were a little bit late in eating. The kids were being wild and so I sent them upstairs to get their pjs on that way after dinner we could just get right to bed. Aidan thought that I was sending them to bed without dinner (which has happened recently to him, but only because he complained one too many times about what was being served), and I had to clarify, "No, Aidan...just get your pjs on. We'll have pajamas for dinner."
Emma- "What?" (as she literally bursts into tears) "But I'm starving...I don't just want taja....." She cut herself off before she could finish after she realized what she was saying.
Nope. No "tajamas" for dinner tonight, and no burned rice either! :-)
Emma- "What?" (as she literally bursts into tears) "But I'm starving...I don't just want taja....." She cut herself off before she could finish after she realized what she was saying.
Nope. No "tajamas" for dinner tonight, and no burned rice either! :-)
Friday, February 29, 2008
Lunchtime!
I am trying to spend less time on the computer (namely, the Internet) for Lent. I have my ups and downs, but have been doing okay for the most part.
Yesterday morning the kids and I got up and got going right away. We had our breakfast and the dishes cleared and school finished in no time at all. We were nearing the end of the month ($$$) and so our fridge and cupboards were looking rather bleak. Lunch was vast approaching and I was ecstatic to find some frozen chicken breasts in the freezer downstairs. I don't why I hadn't used them earlier in the week, but I was glad to see them. We had some leftover turkey stock and onions and carrots and so I started making a most delicious chicken and rice soup. Soup was on and the kids were playing nicely so I whipped up some homemade angel biscuits and was feeling quite proud of my accomplishments. I cleaned up the kitchen and went downstairs to visit my usual Internet sites for "a few minutes". When I came up, a couple minutes before Brett arrived home for our marvelous lunch, I was not greeted with the same welcoming smell I had left in the kitchen. Instead I smelled something burning, more specifically, burned rice. I ran over to my (large) pot of soup on the stove and tried to rescue it, but it was too late. The burned rice "flavor" had permeated the entire pot.
Brett was so sweet and ate his bowl of soup, doctored up with a lot of salt and pepper jack cheese, I ate about half of my bowl (I've never had the stomach Brett has), Aidan ate almost all of his while declaring, "really, mom, it's not that bad", Emma choked down a few bites. Gianna, however did what we all wanted to do. She took one nibble of her soup, made a face that said "how could you offend me by putting that junk in front of me" and proceeded to spit it out.
Brett was feeling bad for me until he heard what had happened, then he just laughed and said, "Serves you right!" So much for compassion.
I am happy to report however that the kids were completely okay with feasting on as many biscuits they could hold smothered in honey!
P.S. Update! Before I could even hit "post" to this I had to run upstairs to check on my rice that was on the stove for our dinner tonight....yep, you guessed it...burned! Now, I'm way beyond burning things (especially rice of all things), so I think I need to take this as a not-so-subtle hint.
Yesterday morning the kids and I got up and got going right away. We had our breakfast and the dishes cleared and school finished in no time at all. We were nearing the end of the month ($$$) and so our fridge and cupboards were looking rather bleak. Lunch was vast approaching and I was ecstatic to find some frozen chicken breasts in the freezer downstairs. I don't why I hadn't used them earlier in the week, but I was glad to see them. We had some leftover turkey stock and onions and carrots and so I started making a most delicious chicken and rice soup. Soup was on and the kids were playing nicely so I whipped up some homemade angel biscuits and was feeling quite proud of my accomplishments. I cleaned up the kitchen and went downstairs to visit my usual Internet sites for "a few minutes". When I came up, a couple minutes before Brett arrived home for our marvelous lunch, I was not greeted with the same welcoming smell I had left in the kitchen. Instead I smelled something burning, more specifically, burned rice. I ran over to my (large) pot of soup on the stove and tried to rescue it, but it was too late. The burned rice "flavor" had permeated the entire pot.
Brett was so sweet and ate his bowl of soup, doctored up with a lot of salt and pepper jack cheese, I ate about half of my bowl (I've never had the stomach Brett has), Aidan ate almost all of his while declaring, "really, mom, it's not that bad", Emma choked down a few bites. Gianna, however did what we all wanted to do. She took one nibble of her soup, made a face that said "how could you offend me by putting that junk in front of me" and proceeded to spit it out.
Brett was feeling bad for me until he heard what had happened, then he just laughed and said, "Serves you right!" So much for compassion.
I am happy to report however that the kids were completely okay with feasting on as many biscuits they could hold smothered in honey!
P.S. Update! Before I could even hit "post" to this I had to run upstairs to check on my rice that was on the stove for our dinner tonight....yep, you guessed it...burned! Now, I'm way beyond burning things (especially rice of all things), so I think I need to take this as a not-so-subtle hint.
Friday, February 22, 2008
Heat Wave!
The kids have been begging to play outside for several days, but it's been way too cold. So, today, at a balmy 26 degrees we are heading out...just as soon as we get back from our library errand!
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