(*What I’ve Been Doing)
I always feel like . . .
(*What I’ve Been Doing)
I always feel like . . .
I’m still here. Or, actually, I’m mostly over here.
One year ago on C&T: I made Buffalo Chicken Pot Pies and took pictures but never finished the post. I’m lame.
Two years ago on C&T: Lemon Lime Icebox Pie
Three years ago on C&T: Huckleberry Shortbread Bars
Come on over and meet him, here.
Well, this was a heck of a year, wasn’t it??? Natural disasters, man-made nightmares, a presidential election . . . phew, I’m worn out from it all. It’s time to move on, pack up the holiday decorations, clear out the cobwebs and start fresh again.
I’m sure I’ve mentioned this a time or two (note to self, add “stop whining” to resolution list) Continue reading
Ten months old already!
More cute Easter pics on the Adventures of Chloe blog . . .
Well, maybe not an era, really. But seven years, anyway – almost a fifth of my entire life! The biz has been closed for a couple months now, but scraping the sign off the window today really made it feel final, like the click of the latch on a door closing behind me. Today was also my last day of childcare, so starting tomorrow I’m a full-on-five-long-days-a-week-stay-at-home-mom.
Taking down the sign was sad – but you know what wasn’t sad? The rent check from the new tenant!
Now I’m off to celebrate with some Thin Mints and perhaps a Samoa or two.
Kate, if you are reading this, that last sentence was a typo and in fact says “a very healthy apple and a big glass of water”.
One year ago on C&T: Rocky Road No Bake Bars
Two years ago on C&T: Ribbon Shortbread Cookies and Chocolate Chai Cupcakes with Whipped Cream Cheese Frosting
Three years ago on C&T: Cinnamon Caramel Almond Brownies
This will absolutely be my most controversial, divisive, provocative post to date. I anticipate a mad rush of comments, far outstripping all my previous posts. You know, like five.
It’s not about food. It’s about . . .
When I was in high school – specifically, the summer between my sophomore and junior years – I decided I needed a makeover. I have no idea what inspired this thought . . . maybe I was bored, maybe I was feeling a little down on myself, maybe just looking for a change. But I got the idea in my brain, and decided it must be done. At the time, I was spending the summer with my dad and stepmom in Seattle, away from my hometown and friends back in Boise, Idaho. Since I was in The Big City, I figured my makeover would be all the more dramatic. Since I had my driver’s license (and, gasp, my parents allowed me to drive one of their cars! in the city!), I decided my makeover had to be done at the nicest place I could imagine – the big, beautiful mall in Bellevue, all the way across Lake Washington (by freeway!) from where we lived.
So I booked an appointment at an upscale salon, and off I went. And a couple hours later
Sorry, no cute pictures of babies for you to swoon over – at least, not yet! Although I can’t wait, because my precious little baby girl is currently making her opinions known from inside my body – as in, every morsel of food I put in my body causes me agony, even a sip of water can bring on heartburn, and her kickboxing practice appears to be focused on my kidneys and bladder. With remarkably good aim, especially at 3am. Five weeks to go, five weeks to go, five weeks to go, sigh.
Instead, I bring you pictures of baby books – specifically, the mound-o-books I received at my baby shower recently. I’m at an avid reader – well, when I have the time, anyway – so a book themed baby shower was a no-brainer. Also because the hubster and I are the very last of all of our friends to have kids, which means we have scored big time in the hand-me-down department. Leaving hardly an item to be purchased by us or gifted on us. Except books!
Amazingly, in all the books received (filling the two shelves of the bookcase pictured above!) from more than a dozen friends and family, there were only two duplicates! The best part was hearing why each person chose the books they did – whether it was a favorite book from childhood, or one of their child’s favorites, or one that they loved to read to their child. The range of books was also impressive – everything from high contrast black and white books for the smallest of babes, to ABC’s and animal picture books, to Where the Sidewalk Ends (Shel Silverstein, totally awesome) and Of Thee I Sing, written by Barack Obama for his two girls (also totally awesome). There were many that I was familiar with, like Goodnight Moon and Goodnight Gorilla, Moo Baa La La La and of course all things Richard Scarry. There were mini books for traveling, books with cords for attaching to the stroller, and big padded block shaped books. And from my stepmom, there was this amazing thing:
I had a very crafty childhood. Perhaps it was because those were the dark days before internet, Wii games, and DVRs with on-demand kiddie shows. The days when a stay at home mom had to do more than push a button to keep two active kids entertained. Don’t read that as judgement, please – I’m about to become a button pushing mom myself. But something about being pregnant has made me increasingly nostalgic about my own childhood, and my memories of the fun and crazy things my brother and I did, all in the name of daytime entertainment. A lot of what I remember was food related. Or at least kitchen related. I specifically recall getting to do “experiments” – which involved a dish tub and a large number of random ingredients, some edible (flour, spices, etc) and some not so much (dirt, bugs), all mixed up with water into something that can only be described as nasty. I’m sure it was a great way to keep a little one distracted and out of the way – but wow! I can’t believe my mom supported that kind of craziness. And cleaned up after it. Continue reading