After four kids, ten moves and nearly two decades, we are still blissfully in love (most of the time) and I found myself back in the state I was born and raised in. It has definitely been a journey. In fact, on our 18th anniversary we pulled the last of our stuff up over the pass and into Montana, leaving our surprise love, Idaho, behind. But Montana is a great place. The last best place according to some. And we fully intend to explore as much of it as we can! Join us on our continued adventure through life, love and other stuff that comes with it.

Friday, January 25, 2013

Happy Birthday, Calla! How about the flu for your birthday?

Today this kid is SEVEN.  Yes, SEVEN.  But she's about the size of a five-year-old.  She's finally cracked forty pounds, actually.
How do I know this?  Well, for her birthday she got the flu.  Influenza B to be exact.  And when we took her to urgent care they weighed her.  Poor thing also had a fever of 104.  And a nasty, croupy cough as well as a breathing issue.  Yikes.
Grandma and grandpa showed up this weekend, too.  Because of that, both the husband and I were able to go with Calla and dinner got taken care of at home without us.  Violet asked at dinner if Calla had thrown up.  Except since she knew she shouldn't be talking about throw up at the table she got up, walked away from the table and asked grandma, who was still sitting at the table, if Calla threw up.  Then she announced that if I was there she couldn't even do that. 
Anyway, Calla was pretty droopy and now we have her properly drugged, so her birthday shouldn't be totally miserable.  I would take a picture of her, but she is pretty sorry looking still.  The above picture will have to work.  I love it, though.
Happy Birthday dear, sweet girl.  Get well soon.  And we pray that you continue to grow straight and strong and healthy. 

Thursday, January 24, 2013

She's on to me!

This morning I was making pancakes for breakfast.  It's a little treat we do sometimes.  Cottage cheese pancakes.  Eggs, cottage cheese and oatmeal.  Except sometimes I substitute cashews for the oatmeal.  Stick it all in the blender and it's yummy.  The kids love them with butter and sugar.  Sometimes powder sugar.  But I don't like powder sugar because I always end up dusting everything while I'm at it and get irritated because then I have one more thing to clean up.

So this morning as I was mixing them up, Violet, who is really coming into herself and consistantly makes me smile these days, comes into the kitchen, leisurely pokes around in the pantry and says, "Mom, can we have poweder sugar on the pancakes this morning?"

And being the mom that I am, I respond, "Maybe."

She gives a little impatient huff, there is a little pause....


"Yes, honey."

"Can 'maybe' mean 'yes' today?"

A few minutes later the husband appeared from a far corner of the house asking me what I was laughing about. 

And yes, they did get powder sugar with their pancakes this morning. 

And yes, I did just wipe up the last of it a few minutes ago. 

Oh well.