(I love them so.)
Today's Purchase:
Location of purchase until I can ascertain definite and certain extinction of Cadbury Eggs.
The End.
Monday, April 16, 2012
Full Proof
Cadbury Eggs are still in the house.
Extreme measures not to eat them were taken.. I'm talking extreme measures.
Today's Purchase:
Location of purchase until I can ascertain definite and certain extinction of Cadbury Eggs.
The End.
Today's Purchase:
Location of purchase until I can ascertain definite and certain extinction of Cadbury Eggs.
The End.
Friday, April 13, 2012
Moose Eggs
Growing up my uncle made us scrambled cheese with eggs. So much more cheese than egg that we knew the Food Police would surely cuff him to Jane Fonda and make him do thirty laps around our Slip N Slide.
It was liberating to eat so much gooey cheese for breakfast that we needed an equally unlawful name for such an infraction.
We called them Moose Eggs. Figured nobody would go around eating the egg of a moose so what could be naughtier?
Now, twenty okay whatever thirty years later (when we have time and coffee) I make them for my kids.
And it brings me right back to that eraser pink rotary dial telephone and teacup wallpaper in our 60s kitchen so many years ago.
In honor of great memories, I give you.....Morning Moose Eggs (Click here.)
It was liberating to eat so much gooey cheese for breakfast that we needed an equally unlawful name for such an infraction.
We called them Moose Eggs. Figured nobody would go around eating the egg of a moose so what could be naughtier?
Now, twenty okay whatever thirty years later (when we have time and coffee) I make them for my kids.
And it brings me right back to that eraser pink rotary dial telephone and teacup wallpaper in our 60s kitchen so many years ago.
In honor of great memories, I give you.....Morning Moose Eggs (Click here.)
Thursday, April 12, 2012
At the End of the Day
At the end of the day, I hang back a few minutes while Andy ushers the
It's only ten minutes but enough time to hear everything in the background instead of the foreground; to sit next to an open window away from dishwasher noise and closer to the revving up of chirps and twills outside in their trees.
I take a few deep breaths and tune out the domestic side of me.
For a few minutes I am with the crickets, crows, and blue layered sky. (It goes dark all before I'm ready.)
Lately, someone has been enjoying these slippery minutes with me.
Alert, super sweet, and still puppy drowsy.
Together Miss Tillie and I go to the end of our day with the moon in our eyes and the promise of snuggling up in the stars on our minds.
It's so good to be together.
Tuesday, April 10, 2012
Easter Week
How was your spring break?
Whether you were eating bunny cake or matzoh with cream cheese, I hope your holiday was a great one. Ours was fantastic! Andy's family came in last week to stay with us until Easter. My family came in for Easter Sunday dinner and visited all day long.
It was a merging of loved ones and colorful underwear hats (Abby).
Easter is the kids' favorite holiday so far due to the massive egg hunt awaiting them both inside and out.
Easter Bunny upped the ante this year and hid silver dollars in some of the Easter eggs (thank you, Aunt Jen) instead of boring old jelly beans (thank you, boring old me).
Andy and I were a little concerned the kids would grow up believing Easter was only about hidden eggs and Easter baskets so we thought we'd educate them about the Holiness of the holiday. Through YouTube. Yeah. You can probably already guess how that turned out. Even the cartoons are rather intense and there's virtually no way to sugar coat a crucifixion. Grayson was riveted. Abby asked for The Smurfs.
I'm thinking we need Sunday school.
Since I am still recovering from many days of visiting with relatives and having more free time than the usual eight hours a week, I am only good for a picture slide show today.
I'll do my best to at least caption.
Happy Spring, All!
Whether you were eating bunny cake or matzoh with cream cheese, I hope your holiday was a great one. Ours was fantastic! Andy's family came in last week to stay with us until Easter. My family came in for Easter Sunday dinner and visited all day long.
It was a merging of loved ones and colorful underwear hats (Abby).
Easter is the kids' favorite holiday so far due to the massive egg hunt awaiting them both inside and out.
Easter Bunny upped the ante this year and hid silver dollars in some of the Easter eggs (thank you, Aunt Jen) instead of boring old jelly beans (thank you, boring old me).
Andy and I were a little concerned the kids would grow up believing Easter was only about hidden eggs and Easter baskets so we thought we'd educate them about the Holiness of the holiday. Through YouTube. Yeah. You can probably already guess how that turned out. Even the cartoons are rather intense and there's virtually no way to sugar coat a crucifixion. Grayson was riveted. Abby asked for The Smurfs.
I'm thinking we need Sunday school.
Since I am still recovering from many days of visiting with relatives and having more free time than the usual eight hours a week, I am only good for a picture slide show today.
I'll do my best to at least caption.
Happy Spring, All!
The face of a boy who loves himself some Easter.
Sisters from Other Misters
How Many Can You See?
Grilled lemonheads, anyone?
Bunny Prints
Larger and Biologically Incorrect (hour later) Bunny Prints
DIY Easter Decorations. Yes, from Pinterest. How did you know?
Easter Basket Loot
Our Buckets Runneth Over
Friday, April 6, 2012
Late Night OCD
I don't know when it happened.
Some time between 2008 and 2012 Andy's OCD seeped into my pores and now we share it.
Four days ago, I
Andy and I stayed up hiking twin beds, queen mattresses, box springs, headboards, footboards, side tables, couches, and more toys than I care to discuss down hallway after hallway and into new dwellings well into the night.
We were both driven like marathoners on mile 25. It was going to happen or else we'd drop in a sweaty heap of granola bars and water bottles trying.
Finally we managed to call it a night with a real deal play room in lieu of a guest bedroom. Unless of course, our guests are three feet tall with a penchant for canopies.
It's only been a few days but I can feel the wallpaper in my mind smooth instead of crinkle. The carnal sound waves driving into our ear canals have softened and become muted hymns of children playing.
Downstairs.
On another floor altogether.
Way far away but Leave It to Beaver close enough to mix lemonade and eavesdrop at the same time.
It's how sanity must sound.
Sweet Reward, how I've missed it so.
Tuesday, April 3, 2012
A Stuffin' Mommy
We were on a mission to find Grayson a new red pillow today.
Our mission was aborted on our way to the second Target (first one fresh out of red pillows) because kids fell fast asleep in the car.
Silly me thought that meant we should circle back home and institute a nap day. I try one every 23 days or so.
Silly, silly me.
After about 45 minutes of incoherent angry child warbling and less coherent PO'd bed linen shuffling, zero naps were being had.
In fact, I think both of them were a little sweaty in their efforts to not nap.
Finally I hear Abby say something to Grayson through the wall:
Gwayson? What are you doing? I'm makin' a stuffin' mommy. Did you hear me? Can you peas answer me? I'm makin' a stuffin' mommy. What are you doing, Gwayson?
The curiosity was too compelling. Grayson and I met each other in the hallway. We had to know.
Just in the knick of time, if you ask me.
Behold...
A Stuffin' Mommy!
She looks a bit deflated and droopy like the real one, doesn't she?
Abby might need to revisit her design but I quite enjoy the concept.
Stuffin' Mommy is undergoing a facelift in the backyard as we speak wherein Grayson and Abby are searching for twigs, branches, and I think she said pollen. Where they're going to put those concerns me so I will sign off for now.
More pics to follow....!
***********************************
Here's where the Stuffin' Mommy ended up.
Tillie was hoping I knew how to put it back together again so she could have a giant stuffy all to herself.
Her wish came true. It's back in pillow form and sitting on her bed, next to her other "babies."
Our mission was aborted on our way to the second Target (first one fresh out of red pillows) because kids fell fast asleep in the car.
Silly me thought that meant we should circle back home and institute a nap day. I try one every 23 days or so.
Silly, silly me.
After about 45 minutes of incoherent angry child warbling and less coherent PO'd bed linen shuffling, zero naps were being had.
In fact, I think both of them were a little sweaty in their efforts to not nap.
Finally I hear Abby say something to Grayson through the wall:
Gwayson? What are you doing? I'm makin' a stuffin' mommy. Did you hear me? Can you peas answer me? I'm makin' a stuffin' mommy. What are you doing, Gwayson?
The curiosity was too compelling. Grayson and I met each other in the hallway. We had to know.
Just in the knick of time, if you ask me.
Behold...
A Stuffin' Mommy!
She looks a bit deflated and droopy like the real one, doesn't she?
Abby might need to revisit her design but I quite enjoy the concept.
Stuffin' Mommy is undergoing a facelift in the backyard as we speak wherein Grayson and Abby are searching for twigs, branches, and I think she said pollen. Where they're going to put those concerns me so I will sign off for now.
More pics to follow....!
***********************************
Here's where the Stuffin' Mommy ended up.
Tillie was hoping I knew how to put it back together again so she could have a giant stuffy all to herself.
Her wish came true. It's back in pillow form and sitting on her bed, next to her other "babies."
Monday, April 2, 2012
Our Pretty Little Secret
Ok.
(Deep breath.)
Where do I start?
I've been keeping something from you guys and it's been gnawing at my soul. It's a good something. Definitely not a baby something but a pretty little secret nonetheless.
Her name is Tillie.
And we love her already.
About a month ago I was looking on Craigslist for musicians who might want to play crappy 90s love songs with me in their garage on dusty futons.
I didn't find any of those so I clickety clicked on over to the "Pets" section just for a look-see.
Yep. I did that. Felt like a giant neon WHAT EXACTLY ARE YOU DOING sign was blinking hot red above my head but my husband didn't see it. He was snoring. Thankfully, so was Sadie. Afterall, I was just looking.
And reading this while sobbing into my nightshirt:
www.tillieandpuppies.blogspot.com
And filling out an application for Tillie an hour later here: PetConnectRescue.org.
So now you know.
I feel lots better coming clean. You deserve to know the truth. Especially when she's such a pretty little truth, isn't she?
It was a long month, you guys. It took weeks and weeks of email stalking to figure out a.) Lease b.) Sadie c.) Husband but all ended well and here we sit, good friends with Easter eggs to find.
Tillie is a beautifully onyx wiggly girl made of head leans (hugs) and sweet puppy breath kisses. She is a blessing for us and for Sadie who has come out from her bathtub to chase squirrels in our backyard on more than one occasion.
The incredible care Tillie received from her foster mom and volunteers through her harrowing birthing story and subsequent hip surgeries is evident in her sweet demeanor and kind eyes.
She trusts every person she comes across. She barks and pulls at the leash to go toward every dog at the park. Tillie is the most outgoing girl I've met in a while. She and Sadie complement each other very well.
Pepper to Sadie's salt.
(Tillie has quite a lot of healing left to go but she gets around well for just being out of surgery a few weeks ago. She won't ever be able to run her legs off like a typical lab. Her hind legs are a bit wobbly and weaker compared to her front but she is getting stronger by the day. Our stairs still intimidate her sometimes but Sadie is cool with owning the second floor of the house for now. Tillie is a resilient and strong little force of will and a pleasure to love on and spoil rotten.)
I must say how proud I am of the way our Queen Sadie has handled a newcomer. She makes no apologies for her alpha rank but she also shares space more willingly than I thought she might. Sadie's chest is puffier and head held higher in reverence (to herself) but her tail is feathered up and her legs definitely prancy as she tries to keep up with the new three year old.
I think she's happy we have Tillie now too.
Tillie was mopey and obviously sad about missing her family that it broke my heart for the first two days. We distracted her with playtime and hugs but there was no mistake she was confused and sad. I felt like a world class dog nabber; the transitioning was palpable and quite painful for everyone.
By the weekend, however, things started to gel for all of us and Tillie seems more relaxed and less depressed, wouldn't you say?
What's your pretty little secret you've been keeping?
Do you need me to dog sit for you?
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I just found this in my saved email box and had to share. It's from me to my unsuspecting at work husband:
(Deep breath.)
Where do I start?
I've been keeping something from you guys and it's been gnawing at my soul. It's a good something. Definitely not a baby something but a pretty little secret nonetheless.
Her name is Tillie.
And we love her already.
About a month ago I was looking on Craigslist for musicians who might want to play crappy 90s love songs with me in their garage on dusty futons.
I didn't find any of those so I clickety clicked on over to the "Pets" section just for a look-see.
Yep. I did that. Felt like a giant neon WHAT EXACTLY ARE YOU DOING sign was blinking hot red above my head but my husband didn't see it. He was snoring. Thankfully, so was Sadie. Afterall, I was just looking.
And reading this while sobbing into my nightshirt:
www.tillieandpuppies.blogspot.com
And filling out an application for Tillie an hour later here: PetConnectRescue.org.
So now you know.
I feel lots better coming clean. You deserve to know the truth. Especially when she's such a pretty little truth, isn't she?
It was a long month, you guys. It took weeks and weeks of email stalking to figure out a.) Lease b.) Sadie c.) Husband but all ended well and here we sit, good friends with Easter eggs to find.
Tillie is a beautifully onyx wiggly girl made of head leans (hugs) and sweet puppy breath kisses. She is a blessing for us and for Sadie who has come out from her bathtub to chase squirrels in our backyard on more than one occasion.
The incredible care Tillie received from her foster mom and volunteers through her harrowing birthing story and subsequent hip surgeries is evident in her sweet demeanor and kind eyes.
She trusts every person she comes across. She barks and pulls at the leash to go toward every dog at the park. Tillie is the most outgoing girl I've met in a while. She and Sadie complement each other very well.
Pepper to Sadie's salt.
(Tillie has quite a lot of healing left to go but she gets around well for just being out of surgery a few weeks ago. She won't ever be able to run her legs off like a typical lab. Her hind legs are a bit wobbly and weaker compared to her front but she is getting stronger by the day. Our stairs still intimidate her sometimes but Sadie is cool with owning the second floor of the house for now. Tillie is a resilient and strong little force of will and a pleasure to love on and spoil rotten.)
I must say how proud I am of the way our Queen Sadie has handled a newcomer. She makes no apologies for her alpha rank but she also shares space more willingly than I thought she might. Sadie's chest is puffier and head held higher in reverence (to herself) but her tail is feathered up and her legs definitely prancy as she tries to keep up with the new three year old.
I think she's happy we have Tillie now too.
Tillie was mopey and obviously sad about missing her family that it broke my heart for the first two days. We distracted her with playtime and hugs but there was no mistake she was confused and sad. I felt like a world class dog nabber; the transitioning was palpable and quite painful for everyone.
By the weekend, however, things started to gel for all of us and Tillie seems more relaxed and less depressed, wouldn't you say?
What's your pretty little secret you've been keeping?
Do you need me to dog sit for you?
**************************************************************************
I just found this in my saved email box and had to share. It's from me to my unsuspecting at work husband:
Honey?
Tillie needs a forever home. She has had a rough life until now. Go see her before you say no. xoxoxox http://tillieandpuppies.blogspot.com/search?updated-min=2012-01-01T00:00:00-08:00&updated-max=2013-01-01T00:00:00-08:00&max-results=1
And then this one:
Omgoodness, i want to meet her. What do u think? No more adopting baby talk ever, just Tippies and Tillie :) Xoxoxox, http://www.petconnectrescue.org/Adopt/adoptadog.html?action=detailℑ=20 Sent from my iPad
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