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Soccer and Gardening

We’ve been trying to get outside more in the afternoons, even if it’s really hot.  Both kids seem to have taken to soccer at last, and they’re determined to help me with my “gardening” (eg. keeping my mom’s eggplant alive long enough to harvest it).

We finally got in for the 15 month check-up yesterday.  She got two vaccinations and, poor thing, had to have some blood drawn to be tested for her egg white allergy.  She only cried about her shots for a minute or two, but the whole tourniquet on her arm and syringe and all was a bit more traumatic for her (and way more traumatic for Mommy).  She was laughing by the time we got home, though, so no long-term harm done!

Height: 31 inches (60%)

Weight: 23 lbs 14 oz (63%)

Head: 47 cm (75%)

For comparison, Tommy at 15 months:

Height: 31 3/8 inches (50%)

Weight: 26 lbs (50-75%)

Sidewalk Chalk

Tommy and I hadn’t gotten the chalk out yet this summer…but we did yesterday afternoon, and Elizabeth played with it for the first time.  She thought it was very cool to be such a big girl!

Then we got into pulling apart pine cones.  Yum.

Preschool: Recess

Wet

Mommy: Tell me what happened outside today.

Tommy: I was washing Lizzie’s car.

Mommy: Whose car?  Your car?

Tommy: No, my sister’s.

Mommy:  Right.  Now, she wanted to ride in it, and it was too wet, so I told you that we needed to turn the water off.  Then what happened?

Tommy: I did scream and say “I want the water on” and did hit my sister.

Mommy:  Why was that wrong?

Tommy: Because Jesus wants me to turn my new hose off.

This morning I woke up to Tommy shouting from the hallway that he needed to go potty.  He can’t just get up quietly and go–no, he has to wake up the rest of us.  Then the unpleasant realization dawned on me that I’d invited a couple from church over for dinner tonight and my house is, to put it bluntly, a pigsty.  And the fridge is semi-empty.  It’s been one of those weeks.  (I’m happy to say, however, that I think I’ve jumped through every possible hoop to have myself and my car legally licensed in PA.)  So while the kids started breakfast (a strange affair, with no milk or bananas–Tommy had half and half on his cereal and Elizabeth tossed egg on the floor disinterestedly), I rushed to clean the bathrooms.  Tommy gets really upset when I scrub the toilet and just flushes the cleaner down, so I have to do it when he’s otherwise occupied. 

After breakfast, the kids were playing happily in the family room as I got ready to take a shower.   I held Baby French in my hand, wondering if I should plug them into the TV while I showered, but I decided to skip washing my hair and hope they’d stay happy for 5 minutes without TV.  Because my kids watch TV only on dire occasions, and I didn’t think this would be one of them.  (Note to self–when in doubt, use the electronic babysitter, for crying out loud.  What are you trying to prove to anyone?)

Upon getting out of the shower, Elizabeth was screaming bloody murder downstairs.  I came down to find Tommy running around naked and Elizabeth in the bathroom soaking wet, an unflushed toilet, and an entire tube of cottonnelle toilet paper (freshly placed in honor of our company) all over the floor.  I yelled to Tommy to go flush and wash up like he’s supposed to and hauled his sister upstairs to clean her off in the other bathroom and get her into new clothes.  Tommy decided in the midst of this that he needed his clothes on, too, and insisted I help him get dressed at the same moment. 

When I went downstairs, armed with clorox wipes (I really should take out stock in those things), I discovered that Tommy had put all the toilet paper into the trash but had left the poop on the floor.  A horrible thought struck me–had she eaten poop?!–but Tommy assured me she hadn’t.  (Is it a sign of carelessness or insanity that I took him at his word and neglected to check her mouth, anyway?)  I cleaned the bathroom again, only to hear Elizabeth fiddling with the broom and dustpan in the kitchen.  Apparently poop isn’t tasty enough–she prefers the fuzzy stuff that sticks to the bottom of your broom.

I locked the kids in the back porch (where they’ve been happily playing trains, by the way) and sat down here to get my temper under control before I venture to the grocery store with these two messmakers.  Remind me why I ever even bother cleaning anything?

Recommended Cookbooks

I think my generation of homemakers needs help.  After all, how many of us were formally trained in the kitchen?  My mom taught me how to make a white sauce from a roux and how to knead and bake bread, but sadly, I did not pay attention much past that.  How many twentysomethings actually own and use cookbooks?  Most of my friends who bother to cook seem to use a combination of handed-down family recipes, internet printouts, and occasional specialty recipes from some fancy, thematic cookbook (often found in the Bargain section at Borders).  I use all of those, too, but the problem is that many of them are not really appropriate for the beginning cook (remember my Goodbye, Martha post?), and like it or not, that’s what most of us are when we commence housekeeping.  I don’t always know exactly what the terms mean, or why it matters to add ingredients in a certain order, and it’s so easy to get distracted with two kids running around that I need very clear directions for straightforward meals.  I’m trying to improve my cooking by going back to the cookbooks for awhile.

A good, multi-purpose cookbook such as Betty Crocker or Joy of Cooking actually teaches you those “simple” details that cooks of the past knew, like why it’s important to brown your beef before putting it in the stew, or the difference between all-purpose flour and bread flour, or how differently butter and oil and shortening might affect a recipe.  I’m realizing that cooking–like a lot of housekeeping–is a learned art.  Most of us need real cooking instruction if we want to turn out quality meals like our moms or grandmas made.

My transition to married life and homemaking was made easier by a couple of solid cookbooks–the same ones my mom had.  So, in the interest of homemaking excellence and general inspiration, here’s a short list of my most often-used cookbooks:

Betty Crocker.  It’s the standard.  I grew up using the 1978 edition, and my 2004 edition has a greatly expanded crockpot section as well as several fun “ethnic” foods that weren’t in my mom’s.  But it still provides solid, step-by-step instructions (and lots of pictures) as well as frequent troubleshooting sidebars that identify what I might have done wrong.  The recipes are well-tested–I’ve never had a flop when I’ve followed their directions.  I don’t know that it matters which basic cookbook you use (my sister in law loves the America’s Test Kitchen one), but every cook should have some standard book that walks them through the right way to make muffins, pie crust, beef stroganoff, and chicken pot pie–you know, American staples, made from scratch.  In the first year or two of marriage, I tried to go through and try as many new recipes as possible, just to expand my repertory.  I’m going back to it this week as I plan out my upcoming menu.

More With Less.  Mariel apologized when she gave this to me as a shower gift, explaining that it looked weird but had solid content.  She needn’t have; I grew up with the 70s edition of this Mennonite classic, and several of my family’s favorite recipes are from there.  Fair warning–this cookbook is full of casseroles, bean dishes, and other ways to stretch meat or cheese.  Casseroles are out of favor these days, and some friends say their husbands won’t eat meatless meals.  Mine does, especially when I tell him that the whole meal was less than $5.  In our extreme budgeting days of early marriage, More With Less and the nearby Aldi grocery store were the only way we kept to a $28/week food budget.  I don’t like every recipe in here, but there are plenty of ideas to choose from–our favorites include oatmeal bread, whole wheat pancakes, homemade refried beans, baked ziti, and hamburger-rice casserole (my dad’s favorite!).  Definitely recommended for frugal cooks.  (I must add that I’ve been disappointed with the other World Community Cookbooks–I don’t think the recipes were as rigorously tested, and they’re just weirder.)

Those are really my main two, the ones I think every cook should have on her bookshelf.  Here are some honorable mentions that I enjoy.

Beat This!  is just really fun.  I read through it for pleasure a couple times a year.  I have tried her chicken salad, chocolate chip cookies (my favorite recipe!), lime bars, and apple pie (my favorite line in that recipe goes “It took a McDonalds Baked Apple Pie, (McDonalds calls them baked so we know they aren’t fried), of all things (I say that to make it sound like I never eat at McDonalds), to show me the value of cinnamon.”  I always laugh outloud when I get there.  If you didn’t think that was funny, you might not appreciate her humor.

An Omelette and a Glass of Wine by Elizabeth David.  Again, this is a pleasure reading book.  David was one of Britain’s best-known food writers in the first half of the century, and she was partially responsible for getting British cuisine on a more healthy and tasteful footing.  (She loathed the boiled slop we associate with Dickensian Britain!)  I’d like to try some of her recipes someday, but they’re generally interspersed with stories of how the author found a little French grandma fixing this dish in a rural village somewhere, so I enjoy them now as pieces of literature.  David’s books definitely inspire me to work towards simplicity and excellence in my cooking.

So…anyone else frustrated by mediocre meal after mediocre meal?  I seriously don’t think I’ve had complete success since we’ve moved here, but I know it’s because I’ve moved away from my old standbys.  For the successful cooks out there, what cookbooks are your go-to references?

Ladybug Math

I’ve been wanting to try this idea for a long time, and when Susannah and Ellie came over this week, I decided that prepping art projects for three would be almost as simple as just for Tommy.  I adjusted the original idea, and the kids had a lot of fun!  They picked out their background color, then they glued the ladybug on.  I wrote out the math problem and told them to glue the first number of dots on one side and the second number on the other.  Then we counted the total and wrote the answer down.  I made Susannah’s harder since she’s 5, and the 3 year olds loved that both of their addition problems added up to 9.  How cool that 4+5 AND 6+3 both equal 9!  At lunch, while the ladybugs were drying in the middle of the table, the kids asked to count up ALL of the dots on all three ladybugs.  

Big Girl Shoes!

Yesterday Elizabeth took a spill in her robeez, smashing her face into the tile floor of the kitchen!  I realized she’s been wearing them so much that they’re completely slick on the bottom.  So I’m going to get some puffy paint to give some friction as she walks, but in the meantime, we picked up a pair of big girl shoes at Walmart!  She LOVES them.  She wanted to hold them in the car on the way home, she sat down just inside the door to put them on, and she’s been sitting down to be able to admire her shoes ever since!

I’d been feeling a little cabin fever not going anywhere than the grocery store for the past month.  Silly me.

Saturday was student move-in day at Penn State, so we decided to skip town and meet Derek’s parents in Ohio, where they were going to visit Great-Grandma Tony at the island.  Derek assured me it was just 4.5 hours each way, so we could easily leave at 6 am, drive there, hang out for several hours, and get home late that evening–just an easy day trip.  Tommy’s been up at 4:45-5 am every morning for the past several days, so we knew we’d be up early, anyway.

Good thing we set the alarm clock just in case–both kids were still sound asleep at 6 when we had the car loaded and ready to go.  (We could have slept in!!!!)  The drive there was fine.  It was kindof rainy all day, so we didn’t get to take the kids swimming or fishing or anything, but we had a nice time with the fam.  We left at 6 pm, expecting to pick up a quick bite to eat on the road and be home in under 5 hours. 

Well, the rain got worse and worse, and after dark we decided pull off and just find a hotel because visibility was dangerously nonexistent.  The hotel off the highway was full, however–apparently there was a state fair or something, and the clerk told me that he knew the hotel at the next exit was full, as well, and there wasn’t anything else for another hour.  We weren’t willing to hydroplane for another hour with sleeping kids in the car, so we searched on our GPS and ended up further off the highway at a sketchy motel with just one king-sized nonsmoking room left.  

 Amazingly, we’d brought the pack n play for Elizabeth to nap at Grandma’s, and the kids transferred fairly easily inside.  Derek braved the elements to the gas station to pick us up a toothbrush and milk (we literally had nothing because it was supposed to be a day trip!).  The bed…well, to be fair, I HAVE slept on less comfortable beds…campground bunks, pull-out couches…but my back still hasn’t quite recovered.  And of course Tommy woke up at 4:45 again, ready to take on the day.  We tried to keep him quiet, but the excitement of waking up in bed with Mommy and Daddy in a hotel room when he’d fallen asleep in his carseat and expected to be at home in his own bed was just too much.  We were on our way by 5:30 am.  We got home at 8, so we had plenty of time to shower and bathe before church.  But the overnight “day trip” had messed with everyone’s schedule, and none of us were exactly in a great mood for the rest of the day.  The kids are still a bit crabby today–here’s what my sweet girl looked like all morning:

No more out-of-state “day trips” for us again any time soon!  Or if we go, I’ve learned to bring an overnight bag just in case!

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