Friday, June 23, 2006
Thursday, June 22, 2006
1/8 cup balsamic vinegar1/4 tsp. Dijon mustard,1 1/2 TB maple syrup,a pinch of salt,a grind of pepper,1/2 tsp. low sodium soy sauce, 1 tsp. toasted sesame oil,1 1/2 TB extra virgin olive oil.
I know, this blog is getting a little random. It is like a pad of paper beside the phone with incomprensible scribbling--but with pictures, recipes, kid stories, migratory birds, and craft projects. Apparently this dressing turned Schmoo over at Vegan Lunchbox into a salad eater.
Have a Portland moment. People bring blankets and picnics to watch the birds go into the chimney for about two weeks in the fall.
Funny, Ella just said two days ago, "Do you think they remember me in Portland, Oregon?"
Tuesday, June 20, 2006
John loves toys, especially anything with a string. He is the kind of baby that likes to sit next to a small basket of toys and go through all of it. On the other hand, he is completely oblivious to television. Most babies seem to be mesmerized by it, but if John can't hold something and then put it in his mouth, it just doesn't even exist for him.
Sunday, June 18, 2006
Father's Day? John refused to feel good enough to really enjoy it, but we tried. (He is a wee bit sick or allergic to our house). Ella and I made him breakfast in bed and french presse coffee. She made a Frog Prince card. Brother kept reaching his arms out for daddy, and I took both children away for two hours this afternoon. Oh, and there was ice cream pie.
Thursday, June 15, 2006
Wednesday, June 14, 2006
She has this dream of bunks when her brother gets older. She also says that I "must" get Isaac a new guitar because his is "absolutely destroyed".
Tuesday, June 13, 2006
Monday, June 12, 2006
Sunday, June 11, 2006
Saturday, June 10, 2006
Tomorrow I'm picking up my banjo on the way home, going back to Appalachia, cell phone coverage, gmail, and my own messy but familiar world.
Monday, June 05, 2006
Sunday, June 04, 2006
Friday, June 02, 2006
Here is Peter, a puppet, actually a Groovy Boy, and the Grandfather. If the show is as funny as the dress rehearsal, it is going to be wonderful. Imagine twelve four year olds performing for thirty minutes. They are often confused, amused, and sometimes afraid of a man in a wolf suit.
Thursday, June 01, 2006
So, as I start this year of bloggy baby buggy bumpers, I think I'm going to try to actually write more. I probably need two blogs, one G rated and the other all ranty and R rated. Oh, and the R rated one needs to be secret..you know, my imaginary blog entitled "Mama Dropped the F-Bomb".
Summertime officially starts here at our house today. School is out and Ella's ballet recital is saturday morning. John' s folks are coming in tonight, and tomorrow night is the dress rehearsal. Ella and I are going to play Cinderella all day (As in clean up this house like crazy people). After the rehearsal we are headed to Richmond for a week.