Monday, March 30, 2009
Monday, March 23, 2009
This past Saturday I celebrated a great birthday with family, friends...
And a scrumptious Hannaford birthday cake. (Have I mentioned I love Hannaford?)
Then this lucky mommy took off for a weekend in NYC with two of my college housemates. We had a great time catching up and wandering the city.
I've decided to embrace getting older, although I am now being faced with the realization that my body is turning against me.
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
When Irish eyes are smiling...
They're usually up to no good!
We've had a visit from some mischievous little leprechauns!
You'll find them wearing silly hats and causing trouble wherever they go!
Be on the lookout, and don't let their cuteness fool you!
Friday, March 13, 2009
According to the report, he had only one episode of obstructive sleep apnea, lasting 10 seconds.
But...he had 110 episodes of "transient arousals." What the heck!
His ENT (who is wonderful and we love him), says that his tonsils are definitely enlarged. His quality of sleep is not good, because he is waking himself up an average of 14 times per hour. The ENT believes that the sleep quality will improve if the tonsils are removed - but he is not pushing it on us. He said we can wait a while, use these results as a baseline and test again later this year.
What do you all think? Do any of you sleep study experts have some insight to this situation?
For your participation, you will now be rewarded with a video of the goofballs taking a pretend trip to McDonald's. Enjoy! And thanks for your help!
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
We went to a Japanese hibachi, which is super fun because we don't have to wait long for the food and then we get entertained by a crazy chef with giant knives!
Did that guy really just crack an egg on my head? Whoa!
Mommy, I'll smile for this picture, but I gotta tell you...I don't trust that guy with the big hat one bit! Did you see that fire? And the way he squirted water at us?? I'm scared...is he gone yet?
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
I really, really, hate it.
But I loooooove to eat.
And when I say love, I mean dream-about-it-day-and-night, want-to-marry-it-and-live-happily-ever-after kind of love. It's deep.
My hubby loves to cook and is great at it. But we decided long ago that we would take turns cooking, each taking a week at a time. It's only fair. When it's my week, I pout and whine (and wine!) and sometimes want to cry a little. When it's his week, I smile and giggle and cheerfully set the table (but I still wine a little. Okay, more than a little.)
I'm pretty sure the reason why I hate cooking is because I am terrible at it. Recipes are like jibberish to me. I don't understand cooking terms like braise and sear and all that jazz. If the recipe has more than 5 or 6 ingredients, I start sweating and have to call my mom for clarification of what parsley looks like. I burn, I over boil, I overcook, and I under salt.
I want to be a good cook, or at least not detest it so much.
Enter the Pioneer Woman. We all know she pretty much rocks at everything she does, but the reason why I am so happy she has entered my life is because she blogs recipes with PHOTOS! Step by step, idiot-proof, illustrated instructions. As long as I look at the pictures, I really can only screw up minimally.
Last week I attempted this fabulous creation:
WHOA MAMA, was it ever good!
Mine looked almost exactly like that. Mine was a little less saucy, because I followed all of the instructions right up to the end, when all there was left to do was dump in the pasta...and that's where I screwed up. I neglected to read the part where PW says to only dump in 3/4 of the pasta. Of course, I didn't read that part because in my head I was saying, "What moron can screw up dumping pasta into a skillet?"
Obviously I can.
It must be a gift.