Mini Sunday Roundup

Liam going “night night:”

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Streeeettttch:

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“Asleep:”

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Refreshed:

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Wash, rinse, repeat:

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One:

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Two:

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Three:

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Again?

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Kiss attack:

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Beautiful lillies from Gillian:

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Sunflower surprise:

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“You can’t see me back here, can you Dad?”

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Reading:

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“Oh, I know what that is!”

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Precious boy:

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Mini Saturday Roundup

Today we took the soccer ball over to the park and let Liam run around.

New shoes before:

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New shoes after:

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Liam’s working on his very best goalie face:

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Practicing throw-ins:

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“Oh, Da, really?  I have to kick it that hard?”

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“How’s this?”

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Acrobatic kicking:

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Getting the hang of it:

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Part One:

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Part Two:

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Part Three:

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Part Four:

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Part Five:

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Part Six (aka: the picture that would never be posted if it were of my hiney instead of Matt’s):

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Back in action:

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Confident Toddler March:

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“Look Dad!”

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“Whoops!”

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“I guess I’ll just sit down, then.”

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The tongue of uber-concentration:

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“Up and at ‘em!”

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“Hey Mama, I need to tell you something.”

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Sweet boy:

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Silly boy:

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Saturday Splurge

This week we held “Saturday Splurge: Hors D’oeuvres Edition” and were joined by Gillian and Deborah.

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Anyone who knows me knows that an hors d’oeuvres dinner is kind of a dream situation for me.  Dips, there were so many dips…Also, anyone who knows me knows that I’ve inherited my mother’s ability to worry endlessly about whether there will be enough food, the right mix of food, and an appropriate number of options which translates into an inabilty to make a normal amount of food for any gathering.  Tonight was no exception.  Behold, the mostly mayonnaise-based (and yes, it was a Saturday splurge, so only real mayonnaise would do) feast:

Granny’s sausage balls (Sausage, cheese, and Bisquick–how could this be anything less than fantastic?  Plus, it always reminds me of my Granny, which makes it that much better!):

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Jalapeno Popper Spread (Discovered this on Allrecipes.com–super simple and only cooks for 3 minutes in the microwave, lots of mayonnaise is involved.):

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Herbed Cheese Puffs (Also from Allrecipes.com: biscuit pieces topped with a mixture of (you guessed it) mayonnaise, parmesan and romano cheeses, oregano, basil, chopped green onions, and garlic salt–AWESOME!):

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Hot Artichoke and Spinach Dip (Another hit from Allrecipes.com — I believe the site calls it : Hot Artichoke and Spinach Dip II, but I felt that the II would be confusing because we didn’t have a I.  Mayonnaise was a star player in this scene as well.):

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Bacon-Wrapped Scallops (Okay, so I sort of cheated on this one and bought them already prepared, but I have good reasons.  #1–Matt has talked forever about wanting to learn to make these and how he could eat nothing but bacon-wrapped scallops, and then he usually morphs into a soliloquy about how everything would be better wrapped in bacon (not that I disagree, mind you) and then…well…I lose my train of thought — kinda like I just did just then.  #2–We needed another protein-based hors d’oeuvre to round things out.  #3 (and this one is kind of key)–They were BOGO at Publix this week.  Don’t judge–they were delicious.

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A good time was had by all (or, at least, Matt and I had a good time — I really shouldn’t assume that Deborah and Gillian had a good time — but I don’t think it’s too much of a stretch).

One additional bit of advice (and this is very important):  All of these dishes are excellent but I do not, I repeat, I DO NOT recommend eating them all at once.  There is such a thing as too much of a good thing (who knew?).  The upside is that I’m now craving unadorned vegetables…

Puzzle

Several weeks ago I was on my way home from the grocery store and I noticed something very familiar:

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The puzzle here is that it was in a very unfamiliar place (at least unfamiliar to that particular cone, since the City of Decatur is about 10 miles from where I spotted it).  I have developed several theories.

1) Centex Homes is lousy with thieves who are apparently too lazy to steal from someplace far enough away that people don’t know that it doesn’t belong here (or — and this may just be too obvious — too lazy to at least steal cones without another city’s logo on them).

2) Centex Homes has spent all their money for new signage to display the continually reduced prices on their homes and had to go after-market on their cones (economy, bladdey, bladdey, recession, blah, blah, blah).

3) Someone out there knew that I have been longing for Decatur and was trying to send me a cosmic message about finding “my Decatur” out here.  Something, something, metaphor about home, yadda, yadda, yadda.

4) Centex Homes decided that by placing a cone with the City of Decatur logo on it over the hole in the sidewalk that’s been there for a ridiculous period of time they could eventually sway public opinion enough that people would realize that the don’t want to live in Decatur (Decatur=holes in the sidewalk) and would find a suitable alternative in the neighborhood that’s just beyond the cone.

5) It’s just a cone and I’m putting way too much thought into it.

6) It’s a conspiracy that they‘ve concocted in an attempt to make it look like I’m losing my mind.

7) I’m actually losing my mind.

Shoes, Shoes, Shoes!

One morning this week Liam woke up with bigger feet than he had the previous day.  I’m not sure exactly which morning, but sometime between Monday and today the only shoes that he can comfortably wear are his Crocs and he takes those off everywhere we go (not exactly ideal for the playground).   The kid needs a pair of tennis shoes.

Enter Zappos.  I love them.  They have a ton of selection and great service.  The latest example of this is that I ordered new shoes for Liam yesterday evening at 7:30 and they were on our doorstep at 3:30 this afternoon.  The free shipping and returns don’t hurt either, since internet shopping for shoes (especially for a toddler) can be dicey.  However, nothing is more dicey than trying to take Liam shopping somewhere and A) find shoes that I like B) find shoes that Matt likes C) find shoes that don’t make Liam trip all over himself & D) don’t put us directly in the poorhouse.  I got the first two pairs of the shoes we decided on (I ordered the size I thought he’d need and the next half size up) this afternoon.  The larger size fits him (and passed the running test–no tripping and he threw a fit when I tried to take them off) but if I can get away with even larger ones without him eating pavement then I’d prefer to get as much life out of these as I can, so I ordered another half size up this evening.  It’s all worth it, though–could these be any cuter?

Just like Dad's!!!

Fantastic price and just like Dad’s, how could we resist?

Action shots to come.

Mini Saturday Roundup

It’s taken him 20 months of diligent work, but he’s finally figured out how to work the sliding door to the bonus room.  He’s thrilled.  We’re bummed.

Closing:

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Closed (except for the tiny hand between the door and doorjamb):

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Open:

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Really open:

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More monkey love:

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Liam loves to dance these days.  He basically reinacts a Jennifer Beals routine until he looks like he’s about to (or actually does) run into a wall .  It’s fabulous.

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Matt:  Liam, stop doing that with your arms.  I don’t know why you won’t stop.  Seriously, what’s up?

Liam:  My arms, Dad.

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Empty diaper wipe boxes make the best hats:

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Puzzle break:

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Onward!

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Saturday Splurge

We had another splurge meal tonight.  And by splurge I mean a meal that was on the list for a regular-weeknight meal until I was sick for a week from caffeine withdrawal and other ailments and fell behind on our scheduled meals.  So technically it was a Cooking Light recipe (which doesn’t really follow splurge guidelines) but instead of the fat free evaporated milk it called for I used lowfat, so that’s kind of a splurge, don’t you think?  It’s called Cajun Chicken Pasta and technical splurge or not, it was fantastic (and ready at 8pm when Liam went down instead of 10:15pm like last week).

In process:

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Finished product:

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Mmmm!!!

Mini Tidbits and Mini Roundup

1:  I think Liam reads the blog.  He just started eating the crusty, fried cheese off his sandwiches yesterday but today he moved on to not only eating the fried cheese off the edges but refusing to eat anything not attached to the fried cheese on the outside.  He spent a good twenty minutes pulling cheese from between the pieces of bread (until it no longer pulled out into cool cheese strings and began to just break off).

2:  Matt read somewhere recently that Liam is supposed to be able to drink from a regular cup at this point.  This idea was terrifying to me (I immediately pictured my entire house doused with milk from floor to ceiling) but I knew it had to happen sometime so I gave him a plastic cup filled with yogurt smoothie at lunch today.  He immediately put his hands on either side of the cup, picked it up, and drank it like he’d been doing it his whole life (as is usually the case with developmental activities that he hasn’t mastered because his parents were too stupid (or scared of potential repercussions) to allow him to try).  I said “Liam, I’m very impressed!”  He has been walking around saying “Mama ‘pressed” for the past half an hour.  Of course I had the camera handy for the momentous occasion:

Look Ma, no lid!

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One:

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Two:

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Three:

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Mmmmm, Smoothie!

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Maybe she’ll put down that camera if I can hide from her…

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If I just concentrate hard enough, I’m sure I can will this smoothie into my mouth:

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The power of positive thinking:

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Monkey love:

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Monkey hug:

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Monkey kiss:

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Mini Tuesday Roundup

There’s a monkey on my shirt?  If I can just puff my stomach out far enough…

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I can see it!

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Monkey in the (dirty) mirror:

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Boys and their toys:

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Concentration:

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Trip to Greatmama and Greatdaddy’s house

Puzzle:

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Yay!  I did it!

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Snake or bee-bo book?

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Still deciding…

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Book.

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Bee-bo!

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I need to figure out how everything works…so what’s this thing do?

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So you say that birds take their baths in that, Gran?

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Does Hide-n-Seek work the same here too?

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Can he see me or what?

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He can!

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At least the snake unlocks things here, just like at home…

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Hat!

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More reading:

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Saturday Splurge

This week we made Paula Deen’s Chicken Pot Pie.  It tasted fantastic, but the experience was a total disaster.  It went a little like this:

5:30pm: Matt suggests that we start putting things together for the meal and Shannon thinks that this is a great idea (and that maybe Liam will get to eat some with us if we finish quickly enough).  Matt pulls all the meat off the rotisserie chicken we used (somehow I doubt Paula Deen would have batted an eye at the fact that I didn’t actually buy and roast an entire chicken, but who knows) while I pull together the ingredients for the crust (which I felt shamed into making because of the number of times I’ve caught it from Lynne over the fact that I’ve never made a pie crust).  I start going through drawers looking for my pastry blender only to find I don’t have one (apparently what I was picturing was my mother’s- oops).  We decide that we’ll just make a quick trip to the Publix to pick up “real” cream of celery soup (apparently I committed a faux pas by purchasing the 98% fat free version) a pastry blender and a pastry cutter (which according to Matt is what makes the edges look pretty–but I’ve never seen one before so I just trust him and off we go).

5:45pm: Leave for Publix.

6:08pm: Discover that Publix has neither the pastry blender nor the pastry cutter.

6:10pm: Leave Publix for Kroger to try again.

6:25pm: Discover that Kroger doesn’t have cutters or blenders either.

6:30pm: Pull in our driveway as Liam yells out “Garage! Garage!”

6:32pm: After a brief discussion in the car we head out to the Target to try one more time to find the cutter and the blender. Liam is confused.

6:50pm: Discover that Target has both a pastry cutter and blender!

7:00pm: Pull in the driveway again–this time victorious.

7:07pm: I pull out the flour to begin what has become a slightly intimidating pastry recipe.  Here I am (notice the smile–which was to be short-lived):

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Then I looked inside:

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In case you wondered–no–those flecks in the flour aren’t because it’s whole grain.  We had worms.  In the flour.

7:13pm:  I make yet another trip to the Publix while Matt feeds Liam an exceptionally late dinner.

7:35pm:  I return home from the Publix with a fresh bag of flour.  In case you’re keeping track: we’re now 2 hours into making dinner and have yet to actually make anything.

7:40pm:  I start sifting the ingredients for the crust together in what turns out is the world’s WORST sifter.  It’s not a hand crank like my mom’s, it’s the kind where you pull the grip repeatedly to (supposedly) sift everything out the bottom.

7:45pm:  I hand the sifter over to Matt hoping that he’ll have better luck since in five minutes I’ve sifted out approximately 2 TBS worth of the 3 cups of flour that are inside.

7:53pm:  Matt begins to curse and I pull out the mesh colander to finish the job (which works pretty well, actually) while he tries to extract what’s left of the flour, salt, and baking powder mixture out of the Sifter Of Death.

8:00pm:  We finally finish sifting and removing ingredients from the crappy sifter and Matt goes to get Liam ready for bed while I begin to blend the Crisco into the flour mixture.

8:13pm:  Matt returns from putting Liam down and I’m still trying to achieve the “small-pea-sized” pellets that are supposed to form in what one would assume would be a reasonable amount of time.

8:14pm: My arm is tired and my patience is worn down and I declare that I am not (as I suspected all along) a pastry maker.  I hand the bowl over to Matt and I begin to chop and mix the other ingredients together in the saucepan.

8:30pm:  I’m finished with the mixing and Matt is at the rolling out stage of the pastry making process.

8:31pm:  I pull out the goat cheese to soften and pour the wine as it had become very clear that we are going to need to have an appetizer if we intend to make it to the end of this recipe without passing out from sheer hunger.

8:32pm:  Matt begins by flouring the counter and rolling pin and he’s off to the races.

8:45pm:  Matt has two nearly-perfect rectangles ready to make the bottom and top of the pot pie.

8:46pm:  Matt attempts to remove the first pastry rectangle from the counter.  It’s stuck.

8:47pm:  He thinks maybe he can salvage it by being very careful.  It’s really stuck.

8:48pm:  Matt re-flours the counter and begins the process again.

9:15pm:  The pot pie is finally ready to go in the oven:

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(and yes–that is MY husband’s beautiful lattice work!)

9:16pm:  The pot pie is in the oven and we head downstairs to watch Project Runway while eating goat cheese for the 45 minutes it takes to bake.

10:01pm:  The timer goes off.  We run upstairs to look at our creation.  It’s supposed to be golden brown but even after turning up the temperature on our terrible, horrible, no good, very bad oven it’s clearly not golden brown.  It’s not pork, though, so we have hope and set the timer for 5 more minutes and head back downstairs.

10:06pm:  We come back upstairs.  We’re very hopeful.  The pastry is still depressingly pale.  We set the timer for another 5 minutes and turn the oven up another 15 degrees and go downstairs again.

10:11pm:  Back upstairs.  Pastry’s still mostly pale.  We give up and decide that we need to learn to accept the pot pie’s imperfections and love it as it is:

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Matt, full of pride and pastry prowess:

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We’re finally finished!  Hey–it’s a reasonable dinner time on the West Coast…

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The pot pie was absolutely delicious.  Next week our recipe will be a bit less involved (and I’ll check for all necessary implements and make sure there are no worms in the ingredients…).