Friday, July 24, 2009
...wait for this book--recommended by this friend--to become available for me at our local library
...take in deep breaths of the breeze streaming in my bedroom window
...think of my 4under3 who are currently working on their 2nd hour of naps
...hum the bluesy jazz songs that are dancing in my head
...anticipate tomorrow's fun, family activity that Mr. Marvelous plugged us into
I'll leave you with two of my favorite little copycats.
Thursday, July 23, 2009
No, I'm not talking about the friendly, young, lad who's holding the little guy. Not the boy who quickly made friends with my children then proceeded to lead them along the wooded area of our favorite park while teaching them about Queen Ants, their wings and the fascinating fact that some reproduce without mating.
I'm talking about the froglet that the budding entomologist is holding:
After the children scooped up a whole slew of them--I'm sure from the safety of their own backlog--they named him Froggy, of course. Then the others: Frogarella, Frog White, Frogman, and Spiderfrog. In which I validated as very appropriate names. However, if they were my froglets; Mulligan, Croquet, Thabeet and Oreo would be among the top names that I'd delegate.
And not only did that one, sweet, little, scared lilypadless, froglet come home with us, all 4 of his friends did too. Safely in our daughter's pocket*.
Unbeknownst to me.
*For all the Frog Advocates out there, we did transfer them to the Bug Catcher Container before naps.
Thursday, July 16, 2009
a. love a punch of protein once in awhile, throughout the day
b. insist on following the rule of ingesting protein within the 30 minutes after you swim laps
c. enjoy bite sized treats but are out of dried cherries and
d. feel good when you feed your children quality snacks instead of nutritionally void ones
...then you've got to try this quick and easy Nut Butter Ball recipe.
My friend Lindsey introduced me to these pieces of paradise that fit right in your palm, and I'd like to introduce you to them, too.
So bloggy friends, meet Nut Butter Balls:
In a medium bowl mix together:
2 c of nut butters (any combination of almond, sunflower, peanut, cashew, hazelnut, etc. I recommend getting that in bulk at your local whole food store. I used all almond, but would have used another if I had some on hand.)
1/3-1/2 c honey or agave nectar (I used mostly honey with a dallop of agave.)
1/4-1/2 c flax (optional but highly recommended for nutritional purposes)
Then add in 1/2-3/4 c flour (Enough so that the mixture resembles playdough. It shouldn't stick to your fingers. I was fine with 1/2 c whole wheat flour.)
Form mixture into 1 1/2-2 in balls and roll in unsweetened coconut flakes. Or wheat germ.
And there you go.
At that point, feel free to pat yourself on the back and hollar, BAM! Or grab one of your children (or pets) and spin around in the kitchen singing, "We are the Champions."
Or, just eat one, smile and thank me later.
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
And what to do, when you attempt to wash their hair not once, not twice, but three times in hopes of cleansing each strand of greasy goo, but you fail miserably?
And what to do, when the next morning you need to run errands with your grease monkey girls in tow, but when they awake their hair looks like a bad attempt to replicate John Travolta's 'do in Grease?
What you do is ride the wave out and roll with it.
Saturday, July 11, 2009
Like the other day, when we loaded up our bikes, the bike trailer, and Julia and Luke's bikes, then drove downtown to the river to ride together, it was like it was Christmas. Christmas without 6 feet of snow and subzero weather.
And, I heard those jingle bells a ringin' again this weekend when we loaded up the oldest two and headed to the camp ground.
It's no secret, our two oldest are as adventurous as we hoped they'd be.
Then, it started raining just before Mr. Marvelous and I were ready to hit the hard ground our sleeping bags were resting on. Because of that, we missed putting this bag in the truck:
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Two little girls who are now two.
Friday, July 3, 2009
Any ideas why, on a cloudy day at the lake, I loaded up our 4under3 and navigated down the river to the nearest town to take this picture yesterday morning?
Any thoughts on why in the world I would pull all four children out onto the cement--for approximately 3 teeny little minutes and for passerbyers to see--and make this parking lot our first stop in a journey that later included a podunk park that appeared older than the trees over it's head? A park whose rocks entertained the children more than anything.
You got any notions?
About our motion?
Here's the answer:
So, our reasoning behind stopping here is not that it was their first visit out of state. Nor was it that it was their first time purchasing fireworks. (However, we did visit one of those the next afternoon. I never thought to snap a picture of that.) But, Lori, you were right on. Slippery's restaurant was the 'Slippery's' in Grumpy Old Men. The actual movie was filmed in that very town. The children, however, could have cared less. They really just wanted more of those Sour Patch Kids I bribed them with before we got out of the car.