Thursday, January 31, 2008
It really better just stop snowing and start getting warm around here. The only way I can keep Cole occupied is if I go down to the basement and start a little project. He is pretty good to get out his trucks or his trains and run circles around me while I sew.
It's crazy that I keep making aprons since I don't particulary like to cook, but I suppose if I am wearing something cute while I'm in the kitchen it will make the whole idea of preparing a meal a little bit more appealing.
I can't decide which one of these fabrics to cut into next and I haven't decided which pattern to use. It's quite pathetic that these are my biggest worries right now. Mostly it just goes to show that I need more sun. That Groundhog better make me happy on Saturday!
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
This is Cole in his bed last night. I opened the door to check on him and I panicked. I couldn't see him. I did a huge double take and spotted him down at the far end of the crib. I love the crib. It's the only place I can put Cole and know that he's safe enough for me to take a shower. He has only fallen/jumped out twice and I think he's still afraid of the fall. This is all good because I was beginning to worry that he's getting too big to stay in the crib much longer, but after seeing this sleeping position I'm assured that there is still PLENTY of room to sleep in the crib for many, many more months. I can now rest assured that I will still be able to shower and not stink out the neighborhood with my lack of showering for at least a few more months and maybe until Cole starts Kindergarten. Cross your fingers on that one!
On Monday evening Rick was at work. Cole was in charge of our FHE lesson so we made homemade playdough.
Cole loves to play with the dough when I make a pie or rolls so I thought he might like this activity.
Summer helped with the cooking part and the food coloring part. She is wearing my new apron made from the pattern I got on ebay.
Cole was funny because he tried eating the dough. I wish I'd taken a picture of that face. Blue dough is not as tasty as it looks.
He likes to line things up (books, pillows, trucks, blocks) and then play choochoo tracks. That is what he's doing with the rolls of dough.
I love Summer's new short hair do. It looks like she has twice as much hair.
Oh, I got a hair cut, too. Mine was more of a trim compared to the girls. My drama was a couple of months ago when I cute off 8 inches. Short Hair rocks.
Monday, January 28, 2008
We were at our back yard neighbor's house last night when we found out that our beloved Prophet, President Hinckley had passed away. At first we were shocked and then I felt happiness because now he is with Marjorie again and having a glorious reunion with his Savior. President Hinckley has been our Prophet since just before Rick and I were married (which seems like forever). He is certainly the only Prophet that my children know. I grew up with President Kimball, then it was President Benson when I was in high school/college. President Hunter was the Prophet when Rick and I were dating and it was he who admonished all members of the Church to be worthy of a temple recommend. I was preparing to be married in the temple as my mom and dad were also preparing to go to the temple to be sealed as a family. And then President Hinckley was the Prophet. I remember when we lived in Kirksville and we had the Ground Breaking Ceremony for the Nauvoo Temple. Even on serious occasions President Hinckley can have a sense of humor. I'm glad that my girls have such a wonderful man to look up to and remember as "their" Prophet when they were young. As we talked to the girls last night as we drove home, they were sad at first. I told them that it was okay because President Hinckley was getting old and he was looking forward to being with his wife again. And I told them not to worry that because of the organization of the Church, everything will be taken care of. President Hinckley will be honored this week and then after his funeral, the other leaders of the Church will meet together at which time they will most likely will name Thomas S. Monson as the 16th Prophet of the Church. He is the senior member and according to tradition will take over the role as Prophet. As we explained this to the girls, I got teary. This is the only time I have cried over the last couple of days, but not tears of sadness, tears of joy. Because I know without a doubt that President Hinckely is a Prophet of God and that he had led this Church for the past 13 years and the Lord has a plan for us and that another equally prepared and worthy Priesthood holder will lead and direct us.
Friday, January 25, 2008
PreparationPlace 1/2 cup cashews in a food processor; process until smooth (about 2 minutes), scraping sides of bowl once. Add yogurt; process until well blended. Remove from processor; set aside.
Combine onion, juice, ginger, and jalapeño in a blender or food processor; process until finely chopped.
Combine coriander and next 4 ingredients (coriander through cloves) in a large zip-top plastic bag; add 1/2 teaspoon salt and chicken. Seal bag and shake to coat.
Heat oil in a large nonstick skillet over medium-high heat; add chicken pieces. Cook 4 minutes on each side or until done. Remove chicken from pan; keep warm.
Add onion mixture to pan. Reduce heat to medium; cook 3 minutes or until liquid evaporates, stirring frequently. Add 1/2 teaspoon salt and yogurt mixture to pan; cook 3 minutes or until heated, stirring frequently.
Spoon 1/2 cup yogurt mixture onto each of 6 plates. Top each serving with 3 chicken pieces. Sprinkle each serving with about 2 1/2 tablespoons pineapple, 1 teaspoon chopped cashews, and 1 teaspoon cilantro. Arrange 4 pita wedges on each plate.The kids loved this one. It's a keeper.
1/4 c. veg. oil
1/4 c. soy sauce
2 T. sugar
1 T. Hot Chili Oil
2 T. Roasted Sesame Seeds
Put in a jar with a lid and shake like crazy. Pour over Pasta. I also added some leftover chicken and Rick thought it was a meal. I didn't have hot chili oil--whatever that is--so I used sesame oil and added a sprinkle of red pepper flakes to turn up the heat. YUM. Cole didn't like it, though.
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
"There is no Plan "B" if we fail with our families."
"The Church exists to exalt the family." Russell M. Nielsen
We are to stand in holy places. They are 1. Our Homes 2. Our Stake 3. The Temple
(see Isaiah 4:5-6)
"Do you want a spirit of love to grow in the world? Then begin within the walls of your own home. Behold your little ones, and see within them the wonders of God, from whose presence they have recently come." Gordon B. Hinckley
And then Cole returned. Imagine the inspiration I could have received had Cole sat quietly like the other 2 year olds in the room (not really).
Sunday, January 20, 2008
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
It all makes perfect sense now. I caught Cole climging up on the computer counter snooping around for the glue. Hahaha Cole, the joke is no you--I moved the glue. This was one of those grab the camera moments and discipline later. We have a lot of those. (Remind me to pick up MORE cabinet locks next time I go to Target)
- 2 tablespoons olive oil
- 4 skinless, boneless chicken breast halves - cut into strips
- 1 tablespoon red wine vinegar
- 1/4 teaspoon ground black pepper
- 1/4 teaspoon dried oregano
- 1/4 teaspoon garlic powder
- 1/8 teaspoon ground nutmeg
- 1/4 cup chopped fresh cilantro
- 1 small onion, chopped
- 2 apples - peeled, cored and chopped
- 1/4 cup mild green tomatillo salsa
- Place the cilantro, onion, and apples over the chicken in the skillet. Cover, and continue cooking 5 minutes, until chicken juices run clear and apples are slightly tender.
- Place the tomatillo salsa in a bowl, and cook in the microwave 2 minutes on High, or until heated through. Serve over the cooked chicken and apples.
Monday, January 14, 2008
This photo was taken during the (in)famous Death-day Party last week. BK (L) and Melinda (R) were testing out the memory foam pillows which I CANNOT rave about enough. I love them almost as much as I love my memory foam mattress. I cannot sleep anywhere else but my own bed. Anyway, it didn't take long for the kiddies to join in on the fun. We have from left to right: Brandi, Hunter, Halle, Sierra, Fisher, and Melinda. I wonder if the memory foam mattress has a weight limit. The guys were downstairs discussing guns and cars/trucks. Granmda Nan was in some closet somewhere trying to find some peace and quiet. I don't know if she ever found it.
This is my darling little trouble maker wearing his cute pink and red striped girly hat around the house. This is the same kid who WOULD NOT wear the red girly hat out in the snow last week. Yet, for some reason I cannot get him to take the even more girly striped hat and pink glove off in the house. I really hope that nobody important knocks on the door right now. I fully intend to use pictures like these to my advantage during his teenage years.
For a shower. I placed Cole in front of the TV with Bob the Builder. I made him pinky swear that he would sit on the couch and watch Bob and NOT move for 2 whole minutes while I had a shower. He crossed his heart and promised that he would sit still and allow me a shower by myself. Well, just as I got out of the shower, Cole came running into the bathroom with his hands glued together. I didn't even care that his hards were glued together. I went to evaluate the damage. This is what I found. The bag of animal crackers open and several animals glued up and down the counter, the stapler glued to the calculater, the mouse glued to the counter and the up and down arrows covered in glue. Whatever. I don't care. It was nice to have a shower all by myself. Tomorrow, however, I will be locking up the glue along with the apricot facial scub that I found smeared all over the floor when I went back up stairs to find Cole after I cleaned up the glue mess. (BTW, the glue is located on the top shelf above the computer that I can barely reach without a stool, I still have no idea how he ever climbed high enough to get the glue. I prefer not to think about that one.) Happy to you.