And The Walls Came Tumbling Down

Last night Matt and I had our annual discussion about Christmas: planning what we would like to do for others, discussing whether we’d like to get things for each other or do something joint with the house, and talking about the types of charitable organizations to which we’d like to give this year.  There was much discussion about iPhones and pet projects.  Things eventually took the turn that they always take — to focus on the much-detested wall between the dining area and the “bonus room” (the only bonuses to which appear to be bonus frustration, bonus irritation, and bonus claustrophobia).

Matt declared this to be the “squeaky-wheel-gets-the-grease project” for the next year.

Then we started talking about the actual cost output if we were to do the majority of the work ourselves (Ha!  I just thought of an actual “bonus” to that room: I will be able to relieve a ton of stress while whacking at the thing with a sledgehammer as I’ve dreamed of doing since we moved in while I was pregnant with Liam!).  It’s no minor miracle that the thing made it through my pregnancy with Liam but I don’t think that if we’re lucky enough to have another one, it will make it through a second time around.  I mean, I have some self-control (you know, as long as it doesn’t involve chocolate…), but that’s unrealistic, don’t you think?

Then we shook on it.  That’s as good as a signature in blood in this house.  All I want for Christmas is to gain a pantry and lose a wall and Santa just told me that he’s putting a sledgehammer in my stocking.  Yippee!

If You Give A Mouse A Cookie…

…he’ll learn to drink from a straw!

Recently, I splurged on a copy of If You Give A Mouse A Cookie for Liam.  It’s one of my favorite children’s books and I knew that it would be perfect for him, so I treated myself during a recent trip to Barnes and Noble.

The first unintended consequence was a sudden and immediate thirst for milk as soon as the mouse wanted a glass of milk.

The second was a burning desire to color as soon as the mouse broke out his crayons.

Tonight was the coup de grace of unintended consequences.  You see, I’ve been trying to get Liam to drink from a straw for the past 9 months.  The mouse drinks from a straw so Matt suggested giving it another shot in the context of the book.  He cut off a bendy straw (less distance for the water to travel — that husband of mine is some kind of smart).  He referenced the beloved book.  Liam drank from a straw.  And drank, and drank, and drank.  He finished an entire glass of water and went back for more.

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We’re okay until Liam realizes that the mouse gives himself a haircut…

Dear Furman University,

Today a receipt was delivered to my mailbox for the $5 donation I recently made to your organization.  This is the same donation that I make every year because you have lovely little old ladies and pitiful students call me to make the request.  I understand that you want to get your giving percentages up and that these lovely people will continue to call me until I snap, so I’ve entered into a tacit agreement with you that I will give you $5 each time they call and in return you will not have them call me again until the following year.

There has been one problem with this system since its induction three years ago: MY NAME IS NOT NOR HAS IT EVER BEEN MRS. MATTHEW W. CONNOLLY.  Let me repeat that in simpler terms case you couldn’t quite take that in all at once: MY NAME IS NOT MRS. MATTHEW W. CONNOLLY.  I have never told anyone at your organization my husband’s name, so this becomes all the more curious because it appears that you have done some sort of detective work to arrive at this information.

I have made repeated attempts to correct this error with your development office.  I have a really hard time understanding why this is so difficult for you to comprehend.  If you’re going to put an erroneous name on a receipt that you intended to send to me, you could at least put, oh I don’t know, Shannon Rebecca Woolf, you know, since that’s the name that WAS PRINTED ON THE DIPLOMA I RECEIVED FROM YOU.  You never seemed to have a problem with properly billing me for my classes during my tenure in Greenville, so you’d think it wouldn’t be that hard to properly bill me for my COMPLETELY VOLUNTARY benefaction.  Especially since when you call you know to ask for Shannon Connolly and you seem to have no problem with the use of a credit card attached to the same name.

I have tried to correct this problem with people over the phone for the past several years.  Each time I think I’ve conquered the beast I receive another statement with someone else’s name on it.  I will contact your offices tomorrow to try, once again, to rectify the problem.  If this isn’t possible I will discontinue my generous donations in the future.  After all, I’m the parent of a toddler and living by example is very important.  When Liam doesn’t follow directions he is promptly placed in time-out.  If you can’t follow directions, I will be forced, from a consistency standpoint, to place you there as well.  Indefinitely.

Love,

Shannon W. Connolly

Saturday Splurge

Tonight we went for a trio of Cooking Light dishes.  Our starter was Pears with Goat Cheese and Preserves (pretty self explanatory).  It was super-tasty and would serve very well as a visually appealing appetizer at a party, in addition to being fairly easy and not too hard on the waistline, either.  Here’s a picture:

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Next up was Farfalle with Creamy Wild Mushroom Sauce.  I’m really struggling for words on this one.  I’m (almost) not kidding when I say I could eat this every night and be happy.  It was relatively easy and I only made a few alterations.  I used 12 oz. of farfalle instead of the 16 oz. it called for (this was suggested by other reviewers and was a great tip — especially since I could only find the stuff in 12 oz. packages at the store).  I also used a full cup of cream (instead of 2/3 of a cup).  I did this mainly because I bought a container that had 1 cup in it and I don’t use heavy cream very frequently so I decided to go ahead and go for it.  I ended up using 16 oz. of baby bellas instead of the wild mushroom mix because there was only one package left at the Publix and it didn’t look particularly fresh.  Lastly, I couldn’t find shallots at our Publix, so I used 3 green onions (chopped finely) and about 1/2 TBS extra minced garlic.

Without a solid comparison (at this point) I’m giving full credit for the deliciousness to the (extremely) expensive cheese I used.  I looked all over the specialty cheese section at the grocery store to find the Parmigiano-Reggiano in brick form.  I found one option.  The grated versions were going for around $4 for a 12 oz. container.  I figured that the per ounce price would be cheaper on the brick form.  Boy, was I wrong.  I never located the price tag (sneakily placed on the BACK of the package) until I pulled out the wedge tonight to grate it.  I paid $12.53 for this particular brick of cheese (no wonder our bill was so high this week).  The per pound price?  Wait for it…$21.99!  Is that even legal?  Seriously?  I guess I’ll find out if this cheese was the reason for the deliciousness, because I guarantee I’ll be buying the grated kind for $4 next time around.

The real proof?  Liam ate two full servings, mushrooms included.  He was shoveling it in with both hands.  It was the first splurge meal that we had ready in time for him to eat the night we made it and it was a rousing success.  This picture does not do it justice:

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We finished the meal off with Blue-Ribbon Apple Pie made by my wonderful husband (our resident pastry chef).  He’s officially a pie-making fool.  We topped it off with some 1/2 fat vanilla bean ice cream and we’re both stuffed and happy.

Here he is finishing off the pie construction:

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Finished product:

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A la mode:

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I’d go so far as to say that this might have been the best splurge meal yet!

Fall Family Fun

It’s that time of the year again where we’ll spend the next month fighting valiantly in the battle of the oak trees.  Unfortunately, no matter what we do, we seem to lose — but every year there’s renewed hope!  This year we had a new helper to add to the bunch.  Here are some pictures from this morning:

King of the leaf pile!

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Fall fling (quite literally):

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Sticking the landing:

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Leaves!

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Prince of the leaves!

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“Takin’ a rest with Da:”

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“HUG DA!!!”

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Q: “Hey Liam, are you taking a rest?”

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A: “Yep.”

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Scrunch face lives:

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“HUG DA!!!” (Part 1):

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“HUG DA!!!”  (Part 2):

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“HUG DA!!!”  (Part 3: Goal Achieved):

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It’s a bird…

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It’s a plane…

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It’s a bear!  (“Rooooar!”)

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“Hooray!”

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“I don’t know why you people insist on standing to rake…”

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“…okay — point conceded.”

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Jeepers, creepers…

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Imagination

I love listening to Liam talk.  To hear him say things that I know he learned from me and Matt is so great.  His latest thing is pretend play.  This morning I heard the following conversation (with his bear) from the living room while I was finishing my breakfast:

Liam:  “Hello Bear!  Bear poop.  Let’s change you, Bear.”

(Bear is placed on the workbench portion of Liam’s toolbox)

Liam:  “Poop.  Dirty diaper.  Get changed, all clean.  There you go.  All done.”

(Liam picks Bear up and gives him, well, a bear hug, I suppose…)

Liam:  “Great job!  No more poop.  All clean.  Good job, Bear!”

(Liam kisses Bear and puts him down on the floor)

Liam:  “Have so much fun, Bear!”

This is, by far, the longest string of imaginary narration I’ve heard from Liam.  Every day it just gets better!

Tuesday: It’s What’s For Dinner

Let me start this post by making an admission:  I know absolutely nothing about cooking red meat.  If it’s not ground up for use in chili or tacos I’m at a complete loss.  It scares me because it’s expensive and there are about 1,001 ways in which to screw it up.  I married a man who loves meat and potatoes.  He never complains about what I make for dinner.  If it’s hot, he’s happy.  He even eats the leftovers that I can’t stomach (except for that eggplant pasta recipe from a few weeks back, but no one could have eaten that).  Because of this, I found myself putting pot roast on the menu for this week despite the fact that meat scares me and I don’t really like pot roast.  (I figured I’d start in slow with the meat preparation by making something in the crock pot where everything magically comes out moist.)

I started out with this recipe.  I figured that over 4,000 reviews was enough for me to trust the rating.  Also, anything with cream of mushroom soup and an onion soup packet sounds good to me.  I made the following changes/substitutions:

  • I used 98% fat free cream of mushroom soup
  • I used a sirloin tip roast instead of the specified “pot roast” (and to be honest I’m not even sure that this is a substitution, since I don’t know what a pot roast really is…I just knew that sirloin tends to mean less fatty and it looked like a big hunk of meat in the package, which is what I envision when I hear the term “roast”…plus it wasn’t completely exorbitantly priced, so I just bought it…)
  • The roast was around 3 pounds instead of the 4-5 the recipe indicated.  It would take us a week to eat a 4-5 pound roast…
  • I cooked it for a shorter period of time on high (I did about 6 hours instead of what the recipe says–which I think was 4 hours)
  • I added a bunch of baby carrots since as I mentioned before, I don’t really like pot roast in general, but I do like the baby carrots that go with it, so I made sure to hedge my bets on this one

Here it is, in process:

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Here’s a very happy Matt, carving up the roast:

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The second recipe is called “Cowboy Mashed Potatoes.”  I followed the recipe on this one for the most part as well.  Here are the changes:

  • I used minced garlic (since that’s what I had)
  • I used canned diced jalapenos (I made the mistake once of using a fresh one and despite using gloves there was a lot of residual burning in the eye and face area despite the fact that I tried really hard not to touch anything, so I decided it wasn’t worth it…I used what looked like the equivalent of one diced pepper)
  • I added fat free sour cream at the end (about a cup) to make it creamier

Here’s the finished product:

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The pot roast was okay.  I asked Matt how he’d rate it and his answer was “average” although he followed it up with this caveat: “run-of-the-mill pot roast is high on the scale of things to eat.”  In short, he was thrilled with his dinner.  The gravy that it makes is really good, and the carrots were perfection.  I think it’s the texture of pot roast that doesn’t thrill me, and this would have been dry without the gravy, but I’d definitely eat it again (which is good because we’ll have it for several nights).
The potatoes were very tasty and although I had to boil the mixture for around 35 minutes (instead of the 15-20 that the recipe indicates) they were very easy and came together quickly after the boiling was finished.

Here’s a picture of the completed stick-to-your-ribs dinner:

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I do feel a little like a stuffed pig (there’s a reason that “meat and potatoes” is synonymous with a hearty meal), but everything was good and I made my husband happy, so that’s a win in my book.

Mini Sunday Roundup

A “good” family picture these days is one in which 2/3 of the participants are smiling at the camera and there are no tears involved.  This one qualifies:

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Playing “catch the monkey” with Greatmama:

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Riding his “new” scooter:

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Liam shows us “upside down:”

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Reading with Gran, Greatdaddy, and Monkey:

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Upside-down Boy strikes again:

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