Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Mommy was under the weather on Sunday so that meant daddy was in charge for the whole day. Roy is a really good father, always so attentive to the girls, playing games like hide n' seek and pretending to be a sick patient with a broken arm and being x-rayed for the 100th time. As you can see from Makenzie's picture above they all played so hard that day, she just zonked out on her big lamb chair. She never does that with me. :)
Monday, February 23, 2009
8 oz rigatoni, cooked & drained
8 slices of bacon, cut into pieces
2 cups broccoli flowerets
½ tsp minced fresh garlic
2 cups shredded mozzarella cheese
Cook rigatoni according to package directions. Drain. Cook bacon over medium high heat, stirring occasionally, until bacon is browned. Reduce heat to medium. Add broccoli and garlic. Cook, stirring occasionally until broccoli is crispy tender. Add rigatoni & mozzarella cheese. Continue cooking, stirring until cheese is melted.
Saturday, February 21, 2009
Friday, February 20, 2009
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Monday, February 16, 2009
A Smith Family Valentine's Day.
We had a wonderful Valentine's Day together this year. The girls both received a package in the mail from their grandparents in Muncie. Caroline was so excited and well, Kenzie didn't quite get it. Maybe next year. Anyway... they both received a new Valentine book and a pink fuzzy purse. Thank you so much Mauw and Papaw.
Roy and I were able to enjoy a nice dinner out with friends. The church that hosts our Mops group converts one of their community rooms into a real-live restaurant and they call it Grazianos. They served Italian food and also provided free childcare. Who could beat that? I have never taken advantage of this opportunity and am sorry I haven't until now. We will definitely be back next year. The meal is free, however donations were accepted to help their youth program at the church. It was so great to see all of the teenagers there working towards their goal for the youth program.
Afterwards, we treated the girls to ice cream at Dairy Queen. Makenzie has become a "Do It Yourselfer" these days. The girls both got an ice cream sundae, Caroline had strawberry (her favorite) and Makenzie had plain old vanilla. We let Makenzie feed herself these days, with help of course. Well, I found out she doesn't like help with her ice cream. I tried several times to hold the bowl for her so it wouldn't move around. She wasn't having it. I wasn't allowed anywhere near her ice cream. She also likes to bite the plastic spoons. She went through three spoons for one little ice cream sundae. Crazy, crazy girl.
This Valentine's Day wasn't romantic or fancy, but that is just the way I like it. Dinner with my husband and new friends, the kids having fun, and being with my family. That is all that matters.
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Today started out really well. I actually had to wake up both the girls. (This is a rarity for me.) Usually they are up before I'm done blow drying my hair. Anyway... everyone is dressed, had their medicine, vitamins, breakfast, pottied and we are out the door at 8:25am. Yeah!!! We had Mops today, which I was so looking forward to. The girls were having their Valentine's Day party and we had a wonderful speaker joining us to talk about marriage & relationships. He was funny, witty and had some good advice. I am the coordinator for the Mops group and have been since September. I have really enjoyed being the coordinator. All of the ladies are wonderful and I consider them part of my family. But... being coordinator has caused me some stress. This is stress I put on myself, not from anyone or anything else.
I know it's just me. I'm too hard on myself. I've been told this a million times. This is what I do. As soon as I get in the car with the girls to head home, I start replaying the day. Did I sound okay, did I miss something, did the moms like the speaker, were there enough forks and spoons, do the moms enjoy their time w/o their children (that's a silly question) and do they feel the meetings meet their needs? Okay, this is what I do every single time. I need HELP!!!! I am a people pleaser and have always been. So I think today I would like a Do Over. I would like to do it over again, just so I can sit back and relax and know that everyone is taken care of & that I shouldn't worry so much.
As I am writing this, I know I sound crazy. I think as women, wives, mothers and daughters we are just too hard on ourselves. We all need to just take a "chill pill" and relax. The world is not going to stop spinning if something isn't just right. So... I am going to chill out today and relax while my two beautiful girls have some quiet time and realize that everything is okay and that my little part of the world isn't going to stop spinning because I wish I could have a "Do Over". I'll do it over on another day!!
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
1/4 cup butter
1 pkg (10 oz) marshmallow
5 cups Post Honey Bunches of Oats cereal
1 container (7 oz) Baker's Real Dark Semi-Sweet Dipping Chocolate
Heat butter in large saucepan on low heat. Add marshmallows. Cook marshmallows 5 minutes or until melted. Stir occasionally. Remove from heat. Stir in cereal and cool slightly. Shape mixture into 24 balls with moistened hands. (I used Pam cooking spray). Place on wax paper covered baking sheet, cool completely.
Heat dipping chocolate as directed on container. Dip top of each ball into chocolate, return, dipped side up to baking. Refrigerate 15 minutes or until set.
Monday, February 9, 2009
I was able to spend a lot of time with my granny Nell this trip. She will be 89 this March and is as spry and "with it" as they come. Her body is weak but her mind is still strong. She is one of the funniest people I know. I am blessed to still have her with me. My grandfather (Granny Nell's husband) passed away when I was 7 and I still have very fond memories of him. He had the fuzziest eyesbrows ever and he was a painter. I have several of his paintings in my home. I am able to walk by his painting everyday and remember him and know where I came from. His name was Phillip and if I ever had a son, I wanted to name him after my grandfather.
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Monday, February 2, 2009
1. Her smile - she can light up a room with that cheeky grin of hers.
2. Her ocean blue eyes - she gets those from her daddy.
3. She is funny. She plays tricks on us all the time. She loves to run up to us and act like she is going to give us a hug and then turns around real fast and heads back the other way. And laughing while she is doing it.
4. She doesn't like to wear socks and if she does wear socks, it's usually only one.
5. She is friendly. She tells everyone hi!
6. She is a hugger. I love the big around the neck hugs. They are the best.
7. She is a kisser. She gives big open mouth kisses. Not just one, but three at a time.
8. She is a good player. She loves to play mommy with her baby dolls, always pushing them in the stroller or putting them to sleep in the crib.
9. That she calls me "Mama".
10. I love that she tries so hard to be like her big sister.
11. She is a climber. This is kind of scary sometimes, but she has a will about her. She isn't going to stop until she has reached her destination.
12. Loves her "mimi" - aka milk. That is the first thing she asks for in the morning.
13. She has a love affair with Elmo. My daughter loves Elmo so much that we have to have it on the DVD player in the playroom on a constant rotation.
14. Talks in her sleep...about Elmo.
15. Can take off her own diaper.
16. That she sticks her hand in her diaper like Al Bundy. Weird, I know.
17. One of her favorite snacks are pretzel rods. She walks around with it hanging out of her mouth like a cigarette.
18. She sleeps with a long bear we call "Longfellow" and her baby Elmo every night.
19. She loves to be nudie.
20. That she is my precious baby girl.
Sunday, February 1, 2009
"Mommy, what is our middle finger called?"
"It's called the middle finger."
"Because it's in the middle of our hand."
"Mommy, what do we do with it?"
"Why don't we point with our middle finger Mommy?"
"Because honey, pointing with your middle finger is like using bad language."
"Mommy our fingers can't talk."
"I know our fingers don't talk, it's like using sign language, but pointing with your middle finger means something very bad."
That seemed a little too easy. Let's just pray she stops pointing to things with her middle finger. Whew!!