Archive for April 20, 2009

Menu Plan Monday

Well, this includes Sunday. We find our week works better if we shop on Sunday. Otherwise, finding the time is difficult and at this point in my pregnancy, I could use the help from Big Daddy and the Princess.

Sunday
Marinated beef tenders on the grill, asparagus and watermelon (yeah, I’m craving watermelon. So what?)

Monday
Chicken Stir Fry with brown rice

Tuesday
Chicken Andouille Casserole and steamed veggies

Wednesday
Swiss Steak with mashed cauliflower (instead of potatoes for lower carb. I may actually try mixing a few potates in to try and change the taste a little)

Thursday
Crock pot pork ribs, au gratin potatoes and watermelon


Friday

Pizza night! (WOOT!)

Saturday
Open ended.

Also on the list this week:
French Toast Sticks for the Freezer

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Why not avoid just a little more.

Littlebit is watching Blue’s Clues.  It doesn’t show much on t.v. anymore, so the Easter Bunny brought her a “best of” DVD on Sunday.  She’s watched some every day.  Like her sister, she doesn’t like Joe as much as Steve, but to see those sweet little hands doing the “Blue’s Clues” sign makes my heart happy.  The Princess would do the same thing.  Now, if we can only get Littlebit to do the Mail song, life will be perfect.

As you can see, according to the Princess, the only thing potties are good for is watching t.v. with your stuffed bear.

Littlebit is wearing a pair of yellow Dora undies and an upside down pink sweater.  She was cold, but seems to be ready to potty train, so  we’ve been making frequent trips to the powder room to hoist her onto the too tall grown up potty.  The Princess didn’t like the little kid potty either, but Littlebit is smaller, so  we may need a step stool to help her out.  Potty training comes with its own pros and cons.  Pros: only one in diapers come June/July.  Con: Littlebit will need moved out of her crib becuase it’s not fair to stick a kid who needs to use the potty in a crib.  That means a big girl bed and that’s just a crazy thought with Littlebit.

Anyhow, I thought a nice way to round out the week would be to share some of my stumble-upon favorites from this week. I don’t know how I lived my life without Stumble-Upon. Really. SERIOUSLY.

Anyway, without further ado….
Toadstool baby rattles from the Purl Bee. Unless you have Koigu sitting unused in your stash, it’s a pretty expensive investment for a baby rattle (14.50 a skein), but a few minutes at Yarndex can lead you to a less expensive (but still pretty) alternative.

I love these Fabric Easer Baskets from the Moda Bakeshop. In fact, there are an amazing array of patterns there to make with Moda precuts. I have some ordered to make the braided rug for Littlebit’s and Babybee’s room to be. In Oh Cherry Oh! (of course).

Loved these Bowling Bunnies. I’m thinking they’ll be a great way to use up some leftover fabric scraps while giving the kids something awesome to play with. (although the idea of little bit chucking a wooden ball inside of the house is enough to give me a panic attack).

Love the Ribbon Flower tute @ Lisa Space. Thinking summer clothes embellishments…

And lastly…

DIY Bella Bands! are totally on my to-do list.

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Get in Line!

Ahhhhhhhh……my sidebar is fixed.  I had to change my theme, from cutesy pink to black, but that’s okay.  I’ll work with Big Daddy to change that back.  I’d rather have the black than an unaligned sidebar. I might be shallow, but I’m more compulsive than shallow, so that works out.

I realized this past week, that I’m entering my Sad Season. In three weeks we will mark the second Anniversary of my Mom’s death. It’s crept up on me this year, as we deal with a flurry of activity related to the kids and Baby Bee and getting our house on the market or sold or whatever. I found myself feeling weepy and restless and finally put two and two together. Easter came last weekend, which is when we got the news that my Mom, at 49 years of age, would be moved into hospice care. There wasn’t anything else that could be done for her. Easter morning, as the girls found their baskets, my Dad called telling us to come. They weren’t sure of her time. We went. My heart broke. I’ve never been the same. Literally.

Last year, I upped my zoloft to deal with this time. This year, I won’t for the sake of Baby Bee, but I’ve identified why I’ve felt so tired and off. I’m sad. I miss my Mom. So, to get back on track, I’ve reverted to my most basic; armed with schedules and a to-do list. Hoping that forcing myself to march in order will stave off at least the restlessness.

Make no mistake, this isn’t a misguided attempt to NOT be sad. That couldn’t be farther from the truth. But, I promised myself when she died, that cancer got no more. That was all cancer got. It wasn’t going to get my happiness or my happy memories or anything else. It was getting NO MORE PURCHASE IN MY LIFE. All I was going to give cancer from that day on was a big FU, some possible nose thumbing and a stink palm if I got the chance. No more than that. So I make a list. I plot a schedule. I revel in the sound of a pencil scratching across paper. I march on because cancer got all it’s going to get out of me.

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Wordless Wednesday

Somehow, the day after the Spohr’s laid their sweet girl to rest, (and I cried a million tears for them, of that I’m sure)the purple of the Princess’s rosary and the presence of God in the communion ritual seemed to very fitting.

For more wordless entries visit Wordless Wednesday and Five Minutes for Mom

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Today…

in faraway California a Mama and Daddy say goodbye to their girl. Their home has gone from a place of joyful toddler noise to one of silence. It is a pain that I both cannot imagine and yet fear. It is a pain I hope to never feel and yet reading about the loss of this sweet girl, the pain resonates through my bones and I feel the emptiness of their arms as acutely as if they were mine.

Littlebit sleeps in my lap, her dark hair spread out across the arm of the chair, her cheeks pink with sleep. Her knees are curled up towards her chest, her hands relaxed in sleep. I consider the emptiness her absence would bring to us and my heart actually hurts. It aches and it aches for the Mama and Daddy so far away from their baby girl; for their empty laps and empty arms and empty bed and quiet house.

I read back the archives of their blog and the tears course down my face, soaking my neck and my shirt and parts of Littlebit. Sorrow over what they lost and what never will be for them. Sending a condolence message seems so small and useless. The donation I sent off to March of Dimes in honor of sweet Maddie seems almost trite, so small in relation to the pain her parents are wading through. My only hope is that they draw comfort for the people who are whispering their little girls name under their breath, who are crying tears for them, who feel their pain, whether they’ve experienced it or not. That they find comfort in the clumsy prayers for peace and healing and that those prayers help in some small way and that the knowledge that her smile and eyes are written on other people’s hearts

Today, I will hold Littlebit tight. I will whisper tearful prayers into her hair for the Mama and Daddy so far away have to do the thing I dread the very most. Peace be with you, Heather and Mike.

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