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2008 February

2008: The Tour Continues

February 29, 2008

On Thursday I made the next stop on my 2008 East Coast Doctor Tour, a highly respected allergist/ immunologist. I was stabbed with a million needles, or maybe only 100, in an effort to find out what the heck is wrong with me.

The good news: According to the tests I am not allergic to any foods, at all.

The bad news: According to the tests I am not allergic to any foods, at all.

Therefore I am no closer to having an answer.

I am however highly allergic to the entire state and my house.

He suggested the next stop on my 2008 East Coast Doctor Tour be a gastroenterologist in case I have some GI issue that is making me feel like I am dying when I eat. And then see a doctor that specializes in the crazy.

Okay, he didn’t say that. But he wanted to.

Rob wants to make me eat foods until I have a reaction. But that doesn’t really appeal to me.

I went to my husband’s office for the first time after my appointment. He has worked there for five years. I didn’t want to rush it.

The High Point of My Day: Being asked if I was my husband’s daughter.

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Almost Friday

Feels Like Home

My photo for today.

Captured by my 4 yr old daughter

I am drinking my coffee. Miles is about to go into the fridge and help himself to something. Another kid is laying on the floor in front of the roaring fire.

It feels like home, just a regular day.

But on a not so regular day, the eighth day, God created granola:


Behold the heavenly apparition floating on a cloud, or a plate. Read the recipe over here at Work It, Mom.

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Don’t Hate Me Because I Have Bacon

February 26, 2008


Take your Lipitor and head on over to Work It, Mom! for the recipe. Mini meatloaf wrapped in bacon.

waiting shovels

Outside my kitchen door. The shovels wait for the next snow storm. And guess what it was doing today?

This reminds me of a story.

Last week I was talking on the phone to Susan. And after we talked about our continuing plans to form a women’s only compound where we will eat chocolate and drink wine all day, in the event that we should be both be untimely widows. Not that we are hoping for anything. Most days anyway. Suddenly Susan exclaimed that she had forgotten the milk in the trunk from earlier in the day.

And she asked, “Do you think it will still be good?”

“Do I think it will still be good?”

“Yes. Do you think it is sour?”

After I laughed and laughed I told her that she should take her chances. Just because she had tormented me so with her hot weather. Here the milk would have been frozen solid.

Much like the water bottles I keep in the back of my van. They are now more likely to be used as a deadly projectiles should we have a car accident that being used for any rehydration should we get stranded in the snow and be forced to survive on frozen water and the petrified food that litters the floor.

Later on that day I was out and took a photo of the temperature in the van.


And just in case you were unsure if that was cold:


Completely random photo. I got an important work related phone call while I was sitting here just like this. Apparently I am not bright enough to hit reply on an email and send it to the other person and not myself. So the person was waiting on me and I was like this.



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Weekend Moments

February 25, 2008

We are wild and crazy on Saturday nights.

Wild Saturday Night

And then on Sunday mornings Rob makes breakfast.

Sunday morning breakfast of champions

Chocolate chip pancakes.

I finally convinced everyone to throw away that crap pretend pancake syrup. Have you ever read the label? There is not one drop of real maple syrup in there. It doesn’t even taste like real maple syrup. And considering we live in an area where numerous people tap their Maple trees and sell big jugs of the real stuff, it seems like a crime.

I guess Aunt Jemima won’t be emailing me to write for them anytime soon.

This week we are filled to the brim with appointments. How they all happened to converge in one week I have no idea.

One of them is an appointment at the eye doctor for my *almost* 12 year old. In an effort to save time and more importantly my sanity on the day of his appointment, I had Rob stop in the eyeglass store with him this weekend so that new frames could be picked out. After looking at 5 gazillion different frames in the store he is adamant that he wants the identical pair.

The wild and crazy never stops.

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My Girl

February 23, 2008

My girl

There are so many things about this age that I want to remember. Four and three-quarters is still a magical age, though decidedly less princessy. I am not sure when it happened, but suddenly the tiaras, boas, large fake jewelry, and fairy wings are not part of the picture. The princess dresses hang on their hangers collecting dust. I don’t recall the last time she wore any of them. I wish I could because I feel like I missed it. I missed the shift. What else am I missing that I don’t even realize yet?

And as much as I thought I wouldn’t miss the princess stage, I do.

I want to remember the way she puts her ipod on and sings along to the songs, loudly and with enthusiasm. Today she told me about a great new song… by the New Kids on the Block Backstreet Boys circa 1998. Unfortunately for her she seems to have inherited my singing ability. But she doesn’t let it stop her. And truth be told neither do I, though having your own toddlers put their hands up over you mouth and tell you to shush does destroy a wee bit of your confidence.

I want to remember how she has to have a peanut butter and grape jelly sandwich every day for lunch.

I want to remember the elastic bands she is wearing as bracelets because her brother gave them to her.

I want to remember the wild mop of hair; hair that she tolerates being tied back with hair “pretties” when we are out but removes them as soon as we get home along with her shoes and socks.

I want to remember how tiny she looks curled up in her bed asleep at night.

I want to remember how all her pants are high waters because she is so skinny none of the pants that are the right length fit her waist.

I want to remember that for a short while I was the preferred parent, the one who she wanted to tuck her into bed, the one she wanted to go to the store with, the one she wanted to be like. I know this won’t last forever.

I want to remember it all.

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Friday’s Photo(s)

snow angels

Snow angels.

We had another snow storm today. The snow fell consistently all day long, resulting in a light fluffy snow. In fact it is still snowing now as I type this.


I love this photo of the kids running to the backyard. They all took off running and Miles got up out of the snow, ran after them, screaming, “I am going win, guys!” Showing he clearly has no idea what exactly this “winning” thing means. Only that it is important to shout it at the top of your lungs.


These two have a love/ hate relationship.


Look, he hasn’t starved yet. Phew!


And he still has dimples.


But the best part about playing outside in the snow?


The hot cocoa…


…with mini marshmallows afterward.


And the animated story telling that goes along with it.


Really this child has no personality. We are hoping she comes out of her shell one day.


Right after this one of his teeth fell out. And then he dropped it down the drain while trying to brush it. Why was he trying to brush his tooth after it had already fallen out of his head? I have no idea. I ended up having to fish it out of the disposal. Conquering the fear that it would spontaneously turn on and leave me with a bloody stump. Now that is love.

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Chicken Curry with Sweet Potatoes

February 22, 2008


The recipe is over at Work It, Mom.

The sweet potatoes ended up being really soft and most of us mashed them up into the rice and ate it that way. Really delicious.

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The Picky Eater

The Picky Eater

I guess every family has one. The child who seemingly exists on air. This is mine.

I swore that I would never be the parent who forced their child to sit at the table and eat food they hated. And I don’t. But every once in awhile I insist that he just takes a bite. FOR. THE. LOVE. OF. ALL. THINGS. HOLY. Just take one bite. Just one.

This was a chicken curry with sweet potatoes and coconut rice. He likes chicken. He likes sweet potatoes. He likes rice. But somehow when they all were place upon his plate at one time they were offensive. Perhaps the most offensive meal that has ever been thought of. Well, aside from spaghetti sauce. And uncooked broccoli. And onions. And whatever food has fallen from grace lately.

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Photo of the Day

February 21, 2008

At the grocery store

At the grocery store this evening where I ran in for a few things that somehow morphed into an entire grocery cart filled with food. But the Very Vanilla soy milk was on sale for $2.99, how could I possibly pass that I up? I bought all six that were left on the shelf.

Miles is waiting for his siblings to bring his cookie over from the bakery. The people behind us in line were already eating their cookies. And this was MOST UNFAIR.

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Tuesday Links, Better Late Than Never

February 20, 2008

Over at Parenting I write about my son and his glasses. And how they inexplicably broke while he slept one night. He tells me that it happens and I just don’t know because I don’t wear glasses myself.

So we both have appointments at the eye doctor next week. I kind of want glasses because I think they will make me look smart. But given my track record with keeping track of my sunglasses, I probably should hope for 20/20. Also, I live in fear of going blind. I was just telling Yvonne last night that I worry about it. Because who would photograph things if I were to go blind. I mean I suppose I could still hold up my camera and hope for the best, but I wouldn’t actually be able to see them myself and that alone might put a damper on my hobby. Also, how would I blog or read blogs?

Ack, so many imaginary illnesses to worry over so little time.


Then over at Work It, Mom I have a post up on making Spit Pea Soup with Babe the Freezer Pig.

And it features carrots as an ingredient which is why I think I do not need glasses. I eat my body weight in carrots weekly. No really.

Rob spent last night at a sleep study center. He just called and said it was the worst night’s sleep he has ever had. They made him go to bed at 10:00pm, which is at least 2 hours before we ever go to be normally, so he fell asleep and then woke up an hour later and tossed and turned all night. Finally at 4:40 am he got up for the day. The nurse said wake up time there was 5am anyway. Craziness.

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