Monday, December 28, 2009
Well, in order to test her "hypothesis" (her new favorite word thanks to WordGirl, I believe), she devised a system that would prove once and for all whether Santa was real. She would leave a note for Santa along with the cookies. The note would read "For Santa ONLY." That way, if the cookies got eaten, she would know that Santa was real because only Santa could eat the cookies. If the cookies remained in the morning, then Santa didn't exist. She was thrilled to find the cookies eaten. And I only feel a little bit bad for misleading her.
If one of us hadn't eaten the cookies, it seems likely that the cat would have. We left the mug of milk out for Santa and came downstairs to multiple puddles of foul, and I mean FOUL, smelling cat vomit. If you've ever wanted a cat, think again. And if you still want a cat, I have one for you.
Elisabeth has said multiple times over the past two days, "I KNEW he was real. I KNEW it. I'm so happy." It is so sweet and innocent that she has full faith that if she writes something on a note, it will be obeyed. Well, maybe that's not sweet and innocent, maybe it is an expectation that her parents do as she says. Hmm... let's go with sweet and innocent. Makes for a much better story and makes me feel better about my parenting skills. I note this as I watch Elisabeth dance around the room to Penguins of Madagascar periodically mooning the TV. Pardon me while I inquire of the nature of this dance...
OK that is settled. The adjustable waist band button in her pants was bothering her, so the obvious solution was to pull both pants and underwear down as she danced. On to Jesus Rolls.
Charlotte, like her sister before her, loves, and I mean LOVES, the notion of Baby Jesus. Every Christmas song that says Baby Jesus is met with enthusiastic cheering from Charlotte. She carries the Fisher Price Baby Jesus around the house, perching him precariously on towers made of blocks. Heck, she even named a new baby doll of hers "Baby Jesus" and she (yes, she) is the sister of Other Amme.
Now change gears a bit. For Christmas Eve Dinner, I set out to make Parker House Rolls. These little rolls are made by taking a ball of dough and squishing it flat in the middle so that you make a sort of oval with two thicker ends, then you fold it in two and bake. If you're so inclined, you can open them up in the middle before you eat them. Charlotte was so inclined. And immediately upon opening the roll, she decided it looked like a manger. "Baby Jesus in there!" Hoping she had seen an image of Baby Jesus in a Christmas roll that I could sell on Ebay for the big bucks I looked over only to find her looking at a very plain looking roll. "Baby Jesus sleeping in here Mommy." Charlotte then patted the roll gently and then folded it closed. And shoved it in her mouth with a big, theatrical, CHOMP.
Me: You're going to EAT Baby Jesus?
C: NO! Baby Jesus neaking (read: sneaking) away!!! See? See Baby Jesus neak? Chomp.
Me: Oh Baby Jesus, come back!
C: Me getting Baby Jesus. Me putting Baby Jesus back Mommy. Chomp.
Me: You're eating Baby Jesus again?
E: I've got Mary in my roll.
So now, every day for three days, we've had these rolls with dinner. And needless to say our irreverent dinner roll skit has gotten less reverent with each passing day. So now on every Christmas Eve, I will apparently be serving Baby Jesus Rolls. And also probably going straight to hell...
Sunday, December 20, 2009
Anyway, my sister is somewhere around 20 weeks pregnant, and I guess Elisabeth thought she needed some advice. We overheard my 4 year old telling my sister in a very advice-giving tone of voice something to the effect of "you know, babies aren't always nice. Sometimes they bite." A sort of "take it from me, I've been there, don't get too excited about this so called 'bundle of joy' you've got growing in there because it will come out and bite you."
Now, given Elisabeth's only experience with having a new baby, this was fair advice. This week was the first time both girls have had to sleep in a bed together. The number of times Doug and I had to go in there and yell at them is pretty much uncountable. And this countless number of times was always, ALWAYS, attributable to Charlotte. Elisabeth was being a saint.
Twice, Doug went in and Charlotte handed over Baby Ginny and Baby Llama without a fight and said "me mack Zizzy." We have a video monitor,we know its true. We'd watch as Elisabeth peacefully tried to go to sleep and Charlotte would breach the pillow divide we created and climb on Zizzy and haul off and "mack" her good.
So all of you considering more children, take it from Elisabeth. They ain't all sugar and spice and everything nice. Sometimes they bite.
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Monday, December 7, 2009
Friday, November 20, 2009
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Monday, November 2, 2009
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Saturday, September 12, 2009
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Sunday, September 6, 2009
Thursday, August 27, 2009
A few days ago, Elisabeth told Charlotte that Charlotte couldn't sit next to her unless she said the magic word. The magic word on this day was.... "Achupichu-pichu-achu-pichu." Quite a mouthful for Miss Charlotte who immediately burst into tears and said "NO SAY achu-pichu-pichu-achu-pichu!!!"
And speaking of magic words... Elisabeth learned a little bit about having a big brother this week. She went to her friend's house, who has a brother a few years older. The brother had them blocked in the basement and wouldn't let the two girls come up, until they said the magic word. Elisabeth apparently got upset and maybe a little scared. She didn't know the magic word. The little boy's mom told me about the exchange when I picked Elisabeth up. She was apologetic and hoped that it wouldn't affect Elisabeth at all.
Then today, I got home a bit early from work and told Doug I would go play in the basement with the kiddos. Fully expecting this to be the best news they'd ever heard, Doug hollered down to the little beasts and said he had a surprise basement playmate for them. Elisabeth came tearing up the stairs - right by me - and kept asking "where where where?" We waited until she figured it out - to no avail. Doug said "It's Mommy..." and she said, "oh. well, ok."
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Monday, August 10, 2009
Monday, August 3, 2009
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Monday, July 20, 2009
Here's a picture of girls piled on Mommy on the R train.
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Thursday, July 9, 2009
Monday, July 6, 2009
Monday, June 29, 2009
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Fresh is... pulling a happy, healthy, kind of cute little slug off of your farm share lettuce and throwing him in the trashcan.
Dumb is... giving away your salad spinner to charity weeks before joining a farm share.
Maybe a little crazy is... thinking about that slug as you wash your lettuce and then giving him some lettuce remnants to munch on in the trash can.
Maybe a little crazier is... realizing that I spent good money on organic slug killer that I maniacally go spray on the slugs in my garden and watch them shrivel while I feel all sorts of affection for this little trash can slug.
Frustrating is... a broken laptop combined with the US Postal Service having some hangup about delivering packages to our house quickly. I just want my new screen!!!
Sad is... I'm no longer "Mama" to Charlotte. She woke up this morning screaming MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY, and Mommy it has been all day. Even Llama Llama is no longer Mad At Mama - he's Mad at Mommy.
Cute is... this email that Elisabeth sent to our neighbors who we love like family (the subject was "Love":
LOVE IS UBOWT PEAPL LOVEING NABRS AND FRENDS LOVE ELISABETH
Saturday, June 20, 2009
Sunday, June 14, 2009
- 2 cups plain yogurt
- 1 English hothouse cucumber, unpeeled, halved lengthwise, seeded, grated
- 1 tablespoon coarse salt
- 1/2 cup sour cream
- 2 tablespoons fresh lemon juice
- 2 tablespoons minced fresh dill
- 1 garlic clove, minced
- 6 pita breads, cut horizontally in half, then cut into wedges
- Olive oil
Line sieve with cheesecloth (I used a coffee filter) and place over medium bowl. Place yogurt in sieve. Cover with plastic wrap (didn't cover with plastic wrap, figured that fridge smells would only enhance final dish) and allow to drain in refrigerator overnight.
Mix cucumber and 1 tablespoon salt in small bowl; cover and chill 3 hours.
(Yeah, so I tried to do this at 6:30 this morning when I woke up with Ginny and did not see this "chill 3 hrs, mix with the salt first" business. This will be important later. File it away. Also, one hothouse cucumber, "unpeeled." What the hell does that mean? Unpeeled? Peel on? Peel off? If it said "peeled" - I'd know exactly what to do. So what does "unpeeled" in this context mean? I decided it meant peeled, since I don't remember ever having tsatsiki sauce with peels on the cucumber. This was way more work than my brain wanted to do at this hour. In the course of peeling the cucumber, I removed two of Charlotte's socks from Ginny's mouth. In the course of grating the cucumber, I had to go get Charlotte up, bring her downstairs, change her diaper, wash hands, go back to grating cucumber, remove Cinderella Barbie from Ginny's mouth - too late, she now has a permanentely disfigured hand, good time to teach our children about not commenting on other people's physical challenges, wash hands, go back to grating cucumber, remove Charlotte's hand from Ginny's mouth - I don't want to teach Elisabeth about not commenting on Charlotte's physical challenges, wash hands, go back to grating cucumber, got Elisabeth up, sent both little people into watch tv, oh dear, the TV is on the wrong input and Elisabeth can't find the TV remote, double 'oh dear' (not actual words used) Ginny has escaped and is eating Maggie's food, haul Ginny back and throw her outside, wash hands, resume grating cucumber, hear Charlotte at the gate hollering "IN IN IN IN IN" and realize she is throwing IN the diaper that I just put on her which means she is not wearing a diaper, go investigate, put Charlotte on toilet and let her do her business, re-diaper and give speech about leaving diaper on, wash hands and miraculously finish grating cucumber. Total time elapsed since beginning cucumber ordeal: 30 minutes.)
Transfer drained yogurt to another bowl. Mix in sour cream, lemon juice, dill and garlic. Squeeze out as much excess liquid as possible from cucumber. Stir cucumber into yogurt. Season with pepper. Cover; chill at least 2 hours. (Can be made 1 day ahead. Keep refrigerated.)
(While chopping the dill, I had the lovely opportunity to assist Charlotte in putting her pants on, at her request. Said request was summarily revoked for no apparent reason once the pants were on, so off they came. And then she asked for "help", which I went over to give and fabulous meltdown ensued. One meltdown was insufficient so then she re-enacted the whole scene multiple times by saying (totally to herself) "Help. Help pants. Mama help pants. NOOOOOOOOOOO NOOOOOOOOOOO NOOOOOOOOOO HELP PANTS, NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!" and melting down into tears. Great, the self perpetuating tantrum. Total time elapsed helping Charlotte put on pants while chopping dill and stirring in ingredients? 20 mins)
Preheat oven to 400°F. Place pita wedges on baking sheets. Brush with olive oil. Bake until crisp, about 10 minutes. Cool. (Can be made 1 day ahead. Store pita airtight at room temperature.)
(Children were outside for this part. All major catastrophes averted.)
Serve cucumber dip with baked pita wedges.
End result? Well, the "put salt on the cucumber and let it sit for an hour" part is actually critical - the salt would probably largely remain in the cucumber juice which you strain off, and notably not remain in the yogurt sauce. The tsatsiki is really salty. Way too salty. I realized it as I was adding all of that salt, and only added half of what they called for. So that is very disappointing.
I also realized that I need to take whatever the recipe says for prep time and approximately quadruple it if I have two awake children and one awake puppy.