I just emailed this to my dear sweet husband:
I can't do it so she wins. Tonight she can sleep where ever the heck she wants. I don't care if she's in my bed or on my floor but I need sleep and so does she. If that means sleeping with her for a while then that's what's going to happen. She keeps me up all night and makes me tired and grumpy and then her poor siblings get the brunt of it because they're home all day. It's not fair to the family. So I am giving in. That's my final answer.
Any guesses on how he'll respond to that?
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Onion Burgers
This is one of our favorite meals so I thought I'd share. It's not really a hamburger, don't be fooled by the name. When we were first married Seth's mom gave me a family recipe book and this was one of the first recipes Seth requested. I was reluctant 'cause it just didn't sound appetizing. But they are SO good. Give it try. Seth doesn't even like onions or mushrooms and it's one of his favorites.
Hamburger Patties (4-6)
2 Cans of French Onion Soup
1 Can of Mushrooms (pieces and stems)
1 Loaf of French Bread
Brown the burgers with a little salt in a deep frying pan. Drain the grease. Add the soup and mushrooms (do not drain water from them). Let simmer for 30 minutes or so.
Slice and butter the bread and toast it in the oven on broil until golden brown.
And that's it. Let everyone serve themselves, my girls eat them separate but it really tastes best with the burgers on top the toast and the juices dripping down into it.
Enjoy.
** If mine turn out pretty enough tonight I'll snap a few pics.
Hamburger Patties (4-6)
2 Cans of French Onion Soup
1 Can of Mushrooms (pieces and stems)
1 Loaf of French Bread
Brown the burgers with a little salt in a deep frying pan. Drain the grease. Add the soup and mushrooms (do not drain water from them). Let simmer for 30 minutes or so.
Slice and butter the bread and toast it in the oven on broil until golden brown.
And that's it. Let everyone serve themselves, my girls eat them separate but it really tastes best with the burgers on top the toast and the juices dripping down into it.
Enjoy.
** If mine turn out pretty enough tonight I'll snap a few pics.
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Things that Make Me Smile
I've been a bit of a negative-pants lately so I thought I should try and make up for by posting a few happy thoughts.
Our cute little house makes me very happy
The new color of my bathroom... It took a couple tries to get it right but now it's perfect.
This makes me happy to the point of giddiness... I love a cute little sleeping child.
My lime tree. I love limes. Mmmm. So yummy. But I do need some pruning tips, a few of the large branches are dying or dead. Do I just cut them off? Where do I cut them? Are they dying because I did something wrong?
Rain. Nothing like a few years in AZ to make you absolutely love the rain. And look at their faces... it might as well be raining lemon drops and gum drops...
And what's better than being able to laugh at your brother. So here's one to make you feel a little better about something stupid you've done lately. (I'm not calling my brother stupid, he's actually very smart, just not at the moment caught here.)
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Kindergarten Woes!!
I know, I know, you've been checking my blog every hour all day just waiting to hear all about how kindergarten has turned our lives in to a living... well a stressful, non-peaceful, unenjoyable place to be. So here it is.
Kindergarten is crap. It's apparently not all naps, storytime and pretend play.
And for my little overly-anxious 5 year old it has turned out to be very difficult. She comes home tired and grumpy which makes the rest of us equally grumpy and then because she is so overly-tired and apparently stressed-out (kindergarten can be oh so stressful) she can't sleep.
Bedtime has become a living nightmare! That's the word I was looking for ;) After an hour or so of crying and getting out of bed and making absolutely no sense, she finally falls asleep. We enjoy an hour or two of peace until she wakes up and insists on sleeping with us. Which of course we DO NOT ALLOW but because we are too tired to really fight her (we did one night and we were all up for 3 hours in the middle of the night) she ends up sleeping on the floor next to my bed, which is better than in my bed but not by much because she wakes up periodically and stands next to my bed, right in my face and just waits until her presence jolts me out of my slumber and scares the living snot out of me.
In the morning I have to wake her up because she's gotten such a lousy night's sleep that she wants to sleep until noon (and so do I frankly) but she's forced to get up and get going which is also a pleasant experience. She usually perks up and is fine after a little oatmeal (because oatmeal makes everything better). The drama starts up again about the time the bus pulls up at which point she either clings to my legs and screams or she runs away and I have to chase her down and toss her on the bus. I spend the next 6-7 hours stressed out because my baby is presumably miserable. She gets off the bus and proceeds to tell me all about the naughty children at school that don't listen and get in trouble, she cannot comprehend this. She says "I wish they would just be good so I can learn, all I want to do is learn."
Ok so there it is. Now I have to be honest and say that not everyday is this bad, not everyday includes all aspects of this particular scenario. But it's still exhausting and not at all what I expected. I thought she would skip off to school with her blond little pigtails swaying in the breeze and I would go home and make chocolate chip cookies and peacefully wait for her to come smiling home to me. If I make cookies will she skip off to school and come home smiling? Will she go to bed without irrational fits of crying and screaming? HELP!! Or don't. Either way I really just needed to let it all out and get it down on paper so some day I can look back and realize "kindergarten was nothing compared to 7th grade!"
Kindergarten is crap. It's apparently not all naps, storytime and pretend play.
And for my little overly-anxious 5 year old it has turned out to be very difficult. She comes home tired and grumpy which makes the rest of us equally grumpy and then because she is so overly-tired and apparently stressed-out (kindergarten can be oh so stressful) she can't sleep.
Bedtime has become a living nightmare! That's the word I was looking for ;) After an hour or so of crying and getting out of bed and making absolutely no sense, she finally falls asleep. We enjoy an hour or two of peace until she wakes up and insists on sleeping with us. Which of course we DO NOT ALLOW but because we are too tired to really fight her (we did one night and we were all up for 3 hours in the middle of the night) she ends up sleeping on the floor next to my bed, which is better than in my bed but not by much because she wakes up periodically and stands next to my bed, right in my face and just waits until her presence jolts me out of my slumber and scares the living snot out of me.
In the morning I have to wake her up because she's gotten such a lousy night's sleep that she wants to sleep until noon (and so do I frankly) but she's forced to get up and get going which is also a pleasant experience. She usually perks up and is fine after a little oatmeal (because oatmeal makes everything better). The drama starts up again about the time the bus pulls up at which point she either clings to my legs and screams or she runs away and I have to chase her down and toss her on the bus. I spend the next 6-7 hours stressed out because my baby is presumably miserable. She gets off the bus and proceeds to tell me all about the naughty children at school that don't listen and get in trouble, she cannot comprehend this. She says "I wish they would just be good so I can learn, all I want to do is learn."
Ok so there it is. Now I have to be honest and say that not everyday is this bad, not everyday includes all aspects of this particular scenario. But it's still exhausting and not at all what I expected. I thought she would skip off to school with her blond little pigtails swaying in the breeze and I would go home and make chocolate chip cookies and peacefully wait for her to come smiling home to me. If I make cookies will she skip off to school and come home smiling? Will she go to bed without irrational fits of crying and screaming? HELP!! Or don't. Either way I really just needed to let it all out and get it down on paper so some day I can look back and realize "kindergarten was nothing compared to 7th grade!"
Monday, September 21, 2009
Gym Junky
My blog is so sad. I post a few consecutive times and then go 3 weeks with nothing. It's kind of my M.O. with most things.
I've started going to the gym. I love it. It's not really about the exercise. Mostly it's about "me time." There's child care which is what gets me there. Luc cried for the first 4-5 times but the last 2 times he's gone in just fine so now I can work out in peace.
I love watching people at the gym. My mother-in-law would hate that I do that. It's her whole reason for working out at home, she can't stand thinking that somebody might be watching her exercise. To which I always respond "nobody is watching you, they're there to workout not to watch you work out." (Unless of course you're at the gym at the same time as me.) But I'm not watching them workout really just noticing them. Last week there was a "Latin style" aerobics class going on while I was on the treadmill and there was one lady just doing her own thing. She was staring at herself in the mirror and making these sexy faces. I very nearly laughed out loud, but I didn't, for fear someone might start watching me. Most days there's a "silver sneakers" class while I'm there. Which is super entertaining. I think there's some sort of age limit, no one under, say 70. My favorite thing about these sweet little seniors is their outfits. Some are dressed like 20 year old trainers, spandex and all. Others look like they just finished up at the beauty salon where "Thelma" set their hair and used half a can of aquanet. There's one lady that seems to be a "regular" in the class and she works out with her little portable oxygen tank!!! She's my hero. Heaven knows if I had an oxygen tank that would be excuse enough to sit home and knit.
Oh and I do workout while I'm at the gym too.
So tomorrow I will tell you all about our "kindergarten woes" and ask for oodles of advice on how to deal with my overly-tired, stressed out 5 year old. I know, you can hardly wait, such excitement on the AveyFamily Blog!
I've started going to the gym. I love it. It's not really about the exercise. Mostly it's about "me time." There's child care which is what gets me there. Luc cried for the first 4-5 times but the last 2 times he's gone in just fine so now I can work out in peace.
I love watching people at the gym. My mother-in-law would hate that I do that. It's her whole reason for working out at home, she can't stand thinking that somebody might be watching her exercise. To which I always respond "nobody is watching you, they're there to workout not to watch you work out." (Unless of course you're at the gym at the same time as me.) But I'm not watching them workout really just noticing them. Last week there was a "Latin style" aerobics class going on while I was on the treadmill and there was one lady just doing her own thing. She was staring at herself in the mirror and making these sexy faces. I very nearly laughed out loud, but I didn't, for fear someone might start watching me. Most days there's a "silver sneakers" class while I'm there. Which is super entertaining. I think there's some sort of age limit, no one under, say 70. My favorite thing about these sweet little seniors is their outfits. Some are dressed like 20 year old trainers, spandex and all. Others look like they just finished up at the beauty salon where "Thelma" set their hair and used half a can of aquanet. There's one lady that seems to be a "regular" in the class and she works out with her little portable oxygen tank!!! She's my hero. Heaven knows if I had an oxygen tank that would be excuse enough to sit home and knit.
Oh and I do workout while I'm at the gym too.
So tomorrow I will tell you all about our "kindergarten woes" and ask for oodles of advice on how to deal with my overly-tired, stressed out 5 year old. I know, you can hardly wait, such excitement on the AveyFamily Blog!
Thursday, September 3, 2009
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