This morning we woke to 8” of fresh powdery snow and with no place to go. I stood at the door and watched B shovel the car out and then thought that it would be the perfect morning for vegan blueberry waffles. I had a recipe that beckoned, "Fix me", and so I did. The batter was beautiful and thick and tasty. I heated up my Belgian waffle maker, oiled the grill, and poured in the batter. It began to sizzle right away, and the aroma of baking blueberries filled the house. And although I like the addition of fruit to the batter, I began to wonder why I didn’t just make a hot blueberry topping for the waffles instead.
Read MoreB went upstairs to tell Ash that he was taking her on a date. Ren asked, “Can I come, too?” Brently said, “No, you get to stay home with mama to have a party here.” “But I wanna go with you,” Ren said.
Read MoreI burned dinner tonight. Not all of it. Part of it. I remembered the dish in the oven only moments before pandemonium ensued. The smoke detector beeped deafeningly. It’s human voice broadcasted with urgency, “Fire, Fire, Fire.” The dog barked incessantly, increasingly louder and in sync with the smoke detector. The girl covered her ears, screamed and ran from the kitchen. B reacted calmly. He handed me the baby after I removed the offending pan from the oven and set it safely to rest away from any fire. He stood under the battle claxon attempting to silence it.
Read MoreThis morning as B is getting ready to leave for work, and I was fixing breakfast for Ash.
Me: I need to empty the dishwasher.
Read MoreIt’s was late morning here on the eastern side of the country and with a couple of fun client projects sitting on my desk making good progress, I decided to take a short break and go for a Big Gulp–a college habit I just never seemed to break. Ash and I grabbed some loose change from B’s giant jar and hopped into the car headed for 7-11. As we pulled into the parking lot, she started on her chorus of “I want a Slurpee, I want a Blue Slurpee.”
Read MoreLast night, baby was moving a lot. For the first time, I could feel the kicks outside of my tummy. I asked B if he wanted to feel the baby. He rolled over and placed his hand on my tummy just as a super power kick thrust from my belly.
Read MoreLast night at dinner, the just four-year-old Ash was hesitant to finish eating actual food, because before her on the table was a very small slice of chocolate cake. As she took the tiniest of bites from her plate, she kept a keen eye on the cake, which was almost so thinly sliced that you could actually see through it. But nonetheless, it had captivated her and promised her a sweet taste sensation.
Then, almost as if an actual lightbulb flashed over her head, she paused, shifted her eyes from the cake to me and back to the cake and back to me. The wheels were indeed churning. "Mommy, I need to go to the bathroom."
Read MoreTonight we had chocolate fondue for dinner. Really, chocolate fondue for dinner. Nothing else. Chocolate and stuff to dip in it. I must be the best mom and wife in the world.
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