Miles-isms

3 year olds say the cutest things.  Here's some of Miles' statements from the past couple weeks.

While looking out the patio door in the dining room of my sister's new house, which sits on the top of a hill:  "Mommy, we're up in the sky, huh?"

Looking into the entryway of Hobby Lobby, which has Christmas trees up already:  "Hey, they have Christmas in there!"

To Daddy, who was trying to put him to bed:  "But I want Mommy to lie down with me.  She's softer."

Upon being told that he needs to take his pajamas off and get dressed:  "But these are night AND day jammies!"

To Evan, sitting on the couch, singing some nonsense words to the tune of Hymn #1:  "I"m reading the story of Jesus."

Wild Things

There's a classic book that the boys love these days.  Maybe you've heard of it?  It's called "Where the Wild Things Are".  It's about a little boy who wore a wolf suit and "made mischief of one kind and another" until his mother sends him to his room, where his imagination takes over.    We've read it over and over for a naptime story the past few weeks.  And then, I say "OK Wild Things, it's time for naps!" and Ian and Miles say "We're not wild things" in unison.  With cute grins to match.  They're right, of course.  They're not wild things....not ALL the time anyway....but they ARE good at making mischief...of all kinds! 

The "wild things" - aren't they cute? ;-)

Me and my #1 mischief maker 

 

Here are my other 2 mischief makers.  Actually, since they're pretty small yet, Clark mostly gets in Evan's way and messes up his games.  Here's the usual progression. 

1.  Evan is happily playing with "CARS" dominoes...lining them up just so.  (Isn't he adorable, by the way?  Even though he does need a haircut.  Talk to his mother about that!)

 2.  Clark comes along, takes one look at what Evan is doing, and immediately decides he wants to be involved too. 

3.  Clark helps himself to Evan's toys, usually eliciting a squawk and "NO, NO" from Evan.

4.  Clark decides that it's no fun after all and heads off to find something else to do.  Evan quickly "fixes" the mess, muttering to himself.  I'm sure he'd classify the baby as a "wild thing" given half a chance!

Finally, lest anyone think she's being left out, here's my little girl, the lover of all things colorful, with one of the big watermelons from our garden this fall.  She loves bold stripes, prints, and what her grandma terms "wild colors".  No, I usually don't allow her to go out of the house dressed like this, but it was mismatch day at school for homecoming week, so she had a ball dressing up in colorful things.  She said she was the most mismatched one in her class!

So, if you ask me where the wild things are, I'll probably tell you they're right here.  And I'm loving every wild minute of it.  Most of the time. 



So Smart

Clark has this face he makes when he thinks he's pretty smart.  It includes a slightly wrinkled up nose and a big smile.  We've been seeing it a lot lately.   I was trying to capture it the other day.  Here's the results.

Too blurry.  He's pretty fast....always moving.

Whatcha got there Mom?

Happy baby grins...but not quite what I'm looking for.....

There it is!

Is he smart or what? ;-)

Preserving: Roasted Red Peppers

This year my sweet red pepper plants did wonderfully.  The other day, when baseball sized hail was falling about 30 miles west of us, I raced outside and picked most of my ripe peppers, in the rain.  Luckily, we didn't get any hail.  But I suddenly had a sink full of peppers to take care of!

Some got washed, seeded, and left whole to make stuffed peppers.  Any with bad spots, etc, got sliced and frozen to use this winter.  And then I had these beauties left.  So I decided to make roasted red peppers.  And it was so easy that I thought I'd share!

First place the over rack on the highest position, closest to the broiler.  Turn the oven on broil.

Then, wash, seed, and halve the peppers.  Slit or break them so that they will lie as flat as possible.  Arrange on a baking sheet.  (I line mine with foil to make cleanup easier, and save my baking sheet!)

Broil as close to the heat as possible.  Keep a close eye on them, because they get done quickly!  You want the skins to blister and start to blacken, but not burn entirely.  The pepper flesh under the skin should still have a slightly firm texture, not mushy.  Mine looked like this at about 5 minutes.  They really needed to be a bit more blackened, so I cooked them a minute or so more. 

Immediately transfer the hot peppers to a ziploc bag, seal, and let them steam and cool for about half an hour.  This loosens the skins so they can be peeled off easily.  Mine ended up steaming for closer to an hour due to kid interruptions, and they turned out great.  You want them cool enough to handle easily anyway. 

Next comes the slightly tedious part.  Remove the peppers from the bag and peel off the skins.  If you cooked them long enough, they should peel off easily.  Some of mine were a bit sticky, but I just set those aside and ate them for lunch, skin and all.  They were delicious, by the way, wrapped in a whole wheat tortilla with a slice of turkey and cheese.

Slice, chop, or otherwise cut up your peeled peppers.  I sliced mine in thin strips, like the commercial ones.  You could also leave them whole. 

Finally, choose how you will preserve them.  If you plan to use the peppers within a month, you can pack them in jars in olive oil and refrigerate them.  I did this for part of mine.  This is a half pint jar, measuring 1 cup.  (I'm thinking these would make great hostess gifts, and the oil would be delicious for bread dipping after the peppers are used!)

Or, you can freeze them (separate layers in your freezer container or bag with wax paper so that you can take out and defrost just what you need later.)  This way they will last 6 months or longer.

How to use these tasty little guys?  I'm thinking pizza toppings, salad additions, sandwiches, and appetizers.   Or recipes like these, for pasta sauce, chicken dishes, hummus, and dressing up vegetables.  What will you use yours for? 

Harvest Bonfire 2010

Announcing

Our Third Annual

Harvest Bonfire

Date:            Friday, October 15, 2010

Place:          Our home

Time:           5 PM - ?????  Hot dog roasting starts at 6.

Details:        -Please bring your favorite fall-themed side dish, appetizer, snack, or dessert.  We will provide hotdogs for roasting, buns, ingredients for s’mores, and hot apple cider. 

-We have a horseshoe pit, a large yard with plenty of room for games, and a big garage in case of rain.  If you have yard games that you like, bring them along.

 -Bring your hymnbooks and a lawn chair for the sing after supper!

                   -Pumpkin painting for kids of all ages is scheduled for after dark.  We will provide small pumpkins, paint, and brushes.  Take your masterpiece home and make a pie!

Have questions or need directions?  Leave a comment and I'll get back to you!

Filling in the Gaps

I haven't been so good at blogging lately.....not that it's anything unusual!  So just a quick post today to fill in the gaps.

Kaylee had a birthday right before school started, Aug 25.  She wanted an ice cream cake, which didn't turn out too badly. 

She got a Leapster and a Jessie doll for her big day.  And a specially requested birthday meal of steak, fries, lima beans, and green jello. 

Miles got fully potty trained.  Here he is with his reward...Buzz Lightyear!

School's been in session for nearly 4 weeks now, and we've all adjusted pretty nicely.  Even Mama.  The boys have discovered how to entertain themselves!

We had 4 wonderful days at Boyden.  Kaylee enjoyed spending time with her little friend.  And Mama and Daddy came home with new focus and perspective.

Clark is crawling everywhere, pulling up on everything, and walking around things like a champ.  We're guessing he'll be walking by the end of the month. 

The garden is finishing up.  We're still harvesting watermelons, squash, okra, peppers, and the occasional tomato.  The potatoes and carrots will have to be dug in the next month.  And there are pumpkins EVERYWHERE!  Rich has enjoyed making some salsa and hot pepper sauce creations.  Aren't the colors amazing?

As you can see, making the perfect salsa requires some serious concentration!

We're planning our annual Harvest Bonfire for October 15 this year.  Getting the invitations out is on my list of things to do next week.  As usual, the agenda includes a big fire, potluck, yard games,  roasted marshmallows, a hymn sing, and pumpkin painting.  Should be fun!

School Daze

It's official:  my little girl isn't a baby any more.  On Wednesday she started kindergarten.  Here she is on her first day.

I ever so naively thought that sending her off to "real" school wouldn't be any different than sending her to preschool.  That I wasn't one of those moms who broke down and cried when their kids reached milestones like kindergarten.  Boy, I was wrong. 

No, I didn't cry that first morning.  In fact, I didn't even feel bad about it until after I'd left school, picked up my nephews from Grandma's, and got back home.  The boys played happily.  Suddenly something felt wrong, like something was missing.  I dismissed it as a light case of the "mommy jitters".  After all, I had lots of concerns picking away at the back of my brain.  Would she like school?  (She did) Would she make friends?  (She did ) Would she like and eat her lunch?  (Yep) Would she be OK on the bus ride home? (Not completely, but she's fine with it now) etc etc.  I found myself counting the hours until school was out.  By the time she finally got home I was more than ready to hug her.  But I thought we both did pretty well, considering.  No sweat.  School was easy.

Enter the next morning.  We almost missed the bus.  The baby cried all the way home (only 5 minutes, but still).  The boys fought and quarreled and picked on Evan.  The baby fussed, and there was no Kaylee to play with him.  My anxiety increased.  The kids picked up on it, the boys got whiny, and the baby screamed.   More anxiety from Mommy.  More screaming.  Naptime finally calmed things down a little.  It was a rough day, but I chalked it up to 2 early mornings, teething, and adjusting.  I missed her dreadfully, but we survivied.

Friday arrived.  Kaylee waved cheerfully from the school bus window while I fought back tears.  The day was worse than the previous one.  More fighting.  More Mommy stress.  While I was putting the baby down for a nap, the other 3 dumped every toy box, bin, and storage container in the playroom onto the floor and stirred it around.  CD's, toys, puzzle pieces, cassette tapes, train track, you name it.  Mommy almost came unglued.  Just after we got that cleaned up, Evan got into the art box.  Scissors, markers, erasers, playdough, etc.  Then Miles picked up the scissors and cut holes in Evan's shirt.   By this time Mommy was considerably upset.  And my state of mind was definitely rubbing off on the boys.  They started whining that there was nothing to do.  Evan rubbed chalk all over everything.  Clark did manage to cut his tooth, but still fussed and whined.   It was a complete disaster.   Until Kaylee walked in the door.  

Clark stopped whining and smiled.  The other boys happily played games of her choosing.  All was right again.  That's when I broke down and cried. 

So this is what happens when your oldest child, your helper, your little "momma" goes off to school.  I knew I depended a lot on Kaylee, but I obviously had no idea how much.  I MISS HER!  Not just her helpfulness, but her, in general.  Her smile, her laugh, her love of life.  It feels all wrong, having her gone for 9 hours a day.  I've always been a "listen to your instincts" kind of parent, so if it felt wrong, I didnt' do it.  Babies sleeping in their own cribs?  No, they slept with me.  Leaving them at daycare?  Couldn't do it.  But how do I deal with this?  Is this even a normal reaction?  Am I overly attached to my daughter?  Good grief, if I'm this much of a mess when she goes to kindergarten, what will I do when she goes off to college? 

Kaylee, on the other hand, loves school.  So I try to keep my feelings to myself.  I don't want to taint her experience, and she is enjoying it.  I suppose, like my dad always says "This too shall pass"  and I'll adjust.  Eventually.  For now I"m just hoping to survive the next week.