My kids are amazing…really. February 22, 2012

Derek had Pandora going through our google TV during dinner this evening.  After eating, as I’m cleaning the kitchen and Derek is on his laptop in the living room easy chair, I hear the classical music playing with another sound coming through.  Our conversation:  Derek, do you have Pandora on still?  Yep.  Is Fox News on also?  Yep.  How do you do that?  I don’t know, ask Charity.  I didn’t even know you could do it.  Well, she did it.

As we finish our conversation, Trevor walks over to the remote, presses one button and turns Pandora off, leaving Fox News on.  My kids are amazing.

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Trevor also surprised me this afternoon when, out of nowhere, he began talking about his cousin Owen’s birthday party last September, five months ago.  Essentially, he told me:

Owen wore his Mickey Mouse Clubhouse shirt.  And he had a Mickey Mouse Clubhouse cake.  I ate the frosting off [Mickey's] ear.  It turned my tongue black.

This is true and accurate reporting.  Just like Fox News.

Such a nice term for a blemish February 21, 2012

As Derek walked in the door this afternoon, Trevor, referring to Derek’s nose, marked by his sunglasses pads, inquired:

Daddy, why you have polka dot owies on your face?

 

Preschool party February 15, 2012

Trevor had his first school Valentine’s Day party.  He brought his Valentines in a heart sack and came home with a bunch from his classmates, complete with plenty of sugar.  When I showed Trevor this Valentine’s picture of him and Ms. Becky, and prefaced it with, “Don’t you just love Ms. Becky?” he got a huge, sweet, sheepish smile on his face, and replied, “Yeah, she’s so nice.”

Mommy and Daddy got some great Valentine hugs out of the deal as well.

Valentine’s Day Cards February 14, 2012

I found this idea on Pinterest and couldn’t resist it.  It was the perfect card for Trevor to make.  I cut out the hearts, poked holes in the cards with an icepick and made the little name tags.  He did the rest: threading the pipe cleaners, gluing the eyes and heads on and drawing the faces (with the exception of a few noses).  About half way through, I noticed that, without any instruction, he’d even been bending the ends of the pipe cleaners to make cute little feet.

The artist at work

He was so excited to share them with family, a couple of friends, and his preschool class.  Before passing out a card, he’d exclaim, “It’s Valentine’s Day!”  And then silently and shyly hand over the goods.

Hair at last! February 8, 2012

Charity’s new ‘do

We’ve decided it’s Cindy Lou Who-esque

When Trevor gets a hold of the butter dish February 3, 2012

I’m pretty sure this was a brand new stick.  It makes me cringe, but, hey, maybe it put some fat on his bones.

Welcome to the house of brotherly love February 3, 2012

Enter upon the following scene:  Charity crying with Trevor struggling to hold an ice pack to the back of her head.

T (very sweetly): It’s okay sweetheart.  Charity, you hurt yourself, this will make you feel better.

Me: That’s very nice of you, Trevor.  How did Charity hurt herself?

T: I knocked her over when I was standing on one leg.

I guess that’s one way to have someone else hurt yourself.

Tacos de lengua February 3, 2012

Oh nothing, just picking tongue out of my teeth.

That’s what Derek told his brother when he called right after supper last night.  Why he told the butcher we wanted all of the “parts” I will never know, but we have a freezer full of bovine heart, tongue and liver.  You don’t have to say it.  I know.

I slow cooked the tongue for 7 hours and it was fall apart, melt in your mouth tender and the kids gobbled up their “chicken.”  I served it on corn tostadas with a homemade warm tomato, hot pepper and onion pico and topped it with cilantro and sour cream.  If I hadn’t known what it was or maybe even if I had known but hadn’t had to skin it myself (I still squirm a little when I think of it), I may have liked our tacos de lengua.  But it’s hard for me to say it was really good when I couldn’t bring myself to eat a second one and am certain I won’t make it again.  I pride myself on being open to different foods, but Derek and I both decided there was too much of a gross out factor for us.

I smiled to myself last night when some of my bunco friends were talking about their vegan lifestyles.  I just thought, if they only knew what I had for supper tonight :0)

One of a mother’s many blessings February 3, 2012

I had to smile to myself as I was rushing out the door to bunco last night.  I did a once over to make sure I didn’t have any mashed food, snot or other bodily fluid stuck to me.  I picked off something crusty and was good to go.