Thursday, February 12, 2009

Taking a Break

I feel prompted to back off of "extra" things for a little while. I'll be back when the time is right. Good luck with these last, soul-sucking days of winter.

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Stupid Snow

Right on schedule, I'm officially disgusted with winter. I start to resent it in January, but by Valentine's Day I AM DONE. Bring on the Spring. Please.

I've replaced the term "cabin fever" with the much more honest term of "bored." I am bored of staying inside. I did go to the trouble of procuring snow-wear for the girls, but Little Lamb can only last 15-20 minutes max outside and with her recently recovering from RSV...I'm just not feeling excited about playing in the snow.

So we've been scouting out other indoor play activities and I've decided to not feel guilty about spending a little money here and there for admission fees. Our collective sanity has improved tremendously since adopting this new method of operation.

I am so ready for sunshine, digging in the dirt, growing sunflowers, going on hikes and getting a sunburn! Mittens and boots are SO December 2008.

Friday, February 6, 2009

RSV Baby

*sigh* Poor thing. But today's the last day of breathing treatments! She is not a fan of the mask, but has been tolerating it well regardless.

The Big Oh-Five

Even though we had to re-schedule her party due to illness, we still celebrated Bluebird's actual 5th Birthday with a little bit of festivities:






She's five years old now, with all its glory. She's already insisting that she start Kindergarten, that she's too "tired" to do her chores and that her computer time is very important because it helps Daddy make more money at his work. (I don't know where she got that one.) I can firmly attest to the fact that children get so interesting as they get older. I love when they're two years old, can't wait for them to get done with being three, am thankful for four years old and, thus far, have loved five years old. She wants to be so good and gets frustrated when she can't do things as well as adults, she bosses her little sisters around, and tries to talk to all my mom-friends and get them to come to whatever party she's planning in her imagination. Each day is a sparkling jewel with her active little mind and enthusiastic manner of existence. I love being your mama, my dear girl.

Thursday, February 5, 2009

Beans in the Pressure Cooker

I've got pounds and pounds of dried beans in my basement as part of my food storage. They sit there, year after year, puffing up my pride with the thought of how much food I have on hand in the event of some sort of shortage. But really, it's a bit of a waste to have them down there and not go through them a bit...amidst the stress of sudden shortages is not the time to alter our family's diet.

So I'm cooking beans tonight. In the pressure cooker.

I'm afraid of the pressure cooker.

That's why I'm hiding in the other room as I type this. Thought you'd find it funny.

But really...can you imagine if the thing exploded and sent pinto bean shrapnel through the air? That's gotta be at least as worse as buckshot...oh, the mental images that that brings to mind.