Liam has been feeling a bit under the weather the last couple days (with a tummy thing) and has been asking for Mama’s special tapioca pudding "because it always makes me feel better, Mommy." Little does he know that they only time I give him Tapioca pudding is when I know that he is well on his way to recovering from whatever tummy thing that ails him. To him it’s Mama’s Magic Tapioca that makes him all better.
Liam has been feeling a bit under the weather the last couple days (with a tummy thing) and has been asking for Mama’s special tapioca pudding "because it always makes me feel better, Mommy." Little does he know that they only time I give him Tapioca pudding is when I know that he is well on his way to recovering from whatever tummy thing that ails him. To him it’s Mama’s Magic Tapioca that makes him all better.
So it seems like everyone around me is pregnant. I belong to a group of Mamas in which I was the first to have my first, then the first to have my second and now there are several Mamas who have had their first, second and have already had their third. I see their itty bitty babies and my uterus twitches and I desperately want little bitty baby #3 as well. Then I look at my wild children and think that I must be totally crazy. No one in their right mind would want another child if they had any idea of what my days are like (we are going through a phase right now……that I hope passes REALLY soon).
We’ve kind of put ourselves on a time limit for baby #3 though because we (especially I) started so young we would like to be done with child rearing as early in our adulthood as possible so that there is opportunity to do things that we didn’t get to do when we were young (travel, study, I’d even like to work). We kind of gave ourselves a 6 month deadline and well, that has passed (we TTC Morgaine for 14 months). With the phase that is going on with our children right now we are unsure that we want to add another child into the fray. I strongly feel that I was meant to have 3 and Mike says "two is not very many" but the months pass and we don’t get pregnant.
I’ve been knitting itty-bitty baby diaper covers since May of last year (when we officially said….yep, we can do another baby). I am little bit obsessed with them. Here a a couple for you to take a peak at….
I have no idea if they actually would work as I have no itty bitty baby bum to test them on (they look to be a little on the small side). However, if anyone wants any wool diaper covers and don’t have time to knit them yourself I am taking orders (send me your wool and pattern) *lol* I’ll put my obsession into something useful.
So yeah, a little personal blog about what is going on in the lives of us…..
So it seems like everyone around me is pregnant. I belong to a group of Mamas in which I was the first to have my first, then the first to have my second and now there are several Mamas who have had their first, second and have already had their third. I see their itty bitty babies and my uterus twitches and I desperately want little bitty baby #3 as well. Then I look at my wild children and think that I must be totally crazy. No one in their right mind would want another child if they had any idea of what my days are like (we are going through a phase right now……that I hope passes REALLY soon).
We’ve kind of put ourselves on a time limit for baby #3 though because we (especially I) started so young we would like to be done with child rearing as early in our adulthood as possible so that there is opportunity to do things that we didn’t get to do when we were young (travel, study, I’d even like to work). We kind of gave ourselves a 6 month deadline and well, that has passed (we TTC Morgaine for 14 months). With the phase that is going on with our children right now we are unsure that we want to add another child into the fray. I strongly feel that I was meant to have 3 and Mike says "two is not very many" but the months pass and we don’t get pregnant.
I’ve been knitting itty-bitty baby diaper covers since May of last year (when we officially said….yep, we can do another baby). I am little bit obsessed with them. Here a a couple for you to take a peak at….
I have no idea if they actually would work as I have no itty bitty baby bum to test them on (they look to be a little on the small side). However, if anyone wants any wool diaper covers and don’t have time to knit them yourself I am taking orders (send me your wool and pattern) *lol* I’ll put my obsession into something useful.
So yeah, a little personal blog about what is going on in the lives of us…..
This is what my man got me for my birthday last week!!
This is what my man got me for my birthday last week!!
So I promised you my lentil soup recipe and was meaning to get to it sooner but we’ve had sick kids in the house and a very tired Mommy (they just won’t stay in their beds….Liam that is….Morgaine is permenantly back in my bed). So needless to say my bed has been calling me in the evening (as opposed to the blog).
So anyways, I made this soup last week while I was on the phone with a dear friend from highschool. Nothing has changed. We talked for hours. However, because I was talking on the phone I didn’t write down the measurements of the spices I used (though I did measure them). A week later I am at a loss for what I put in it. Here is the general recipe anyways.
Katrina’s Indian Ispired Lentil Soup
You’ll need:
Add the lentils to the water and bring to a boil. Simmer for about 20 minutes.
At the same time chopped onion, pepper and celery and saute until celery is soft.
When cooked add to the lentil mixture and cook for an additional 5 minutes (or whatever really).
I then pureed it with a hand held blender but am thinking that it would have been just a good and probbaly had a better texture if I’d diced the veggies a little smaller and not pureed the soup (as I said this is totally out of my head here). The texture was a bit funny we found and I’d forgotten to salt it. It did taste good though (a nice spice blend) but it REALLY needs the salt.
Anyways, that was my invention for the week (and y’all might be saying….DON’T try again….or at least don’t share with me….but I promised y’all).
Have a good rest of the week…..and Heather check back tonight….I’ll have a couple pics for you up here!!!
So I promised you my lentil soup recipe and was meaning to get to it sooner but we’ve had sick kids in the house and a very tired Mommy (they just won’t stay in their beds….Liam that is….Morgaine is permenantly back in my bed). So needless to say my bed has been calling me in the evening (as opposed to the blog).
So anyways, I made this soup last week while I was on the phone with a dear friend from highschool. Nothing has changed. We talked for hours. However, because I was talking on the phone I didn’t write down the measurements of the spices I used (though I did measure them). A week later I am at a loss for what I put in it. Here is the general recipe anyways.
Katrina’s Indian Ispired Lentil Soup
You’ll need:
Add the lentils to the water and bring to a boil. Simmer for about 20 minutes.
At the same time chopped onion, pepper and celery and saute until celery is soft.
When cooked add to the lentil mixture and cook for an additional 5 minutes (or whatever really).
I then pureed it with a hand held blender but am thinking that it would have been just a good and probbaly had a better texture if I’d diced the veggies a little smaller and not pureed the soup (as I said this is totally out of my head here). The texture was a bit funny we found and I’d forgotten to salt it. It did taste good though (a nice spice blend) but it REALLY needs the salt.
Anyways, that was my invention for the week (and y’all might be saying….DON’T try again….or at least don’t share with me….but I promised y’all).
Have a good rest of the week…..and Heather check back tonight….I’ll have a couple pics for you up here!!!
Tonight’s assignment is taken from Creating Character’s Kids Will Love by Elaine Marie Alphin. It says
Write your own scene of a character climbing down the a roof (I’m modifying this for out the window because I have no idea why a kid would clinb down a roof as opposed to out their window). Make the character a ten-year-old boy doing in on a dare from his friends. Then try it again, making it a 14 year old girl climbing down her roof while her house is on fire.
I will be back tonight (as it is not yet nightfall and my best writing only happens when the moon lights the sky….or is that when my kids go to bed?) to do this (or at least one of the two depending how ambitious I get.
James knew that the time had come. It was now or never. His parents had been in bed for almost an hour. They would be asleep by now. Getting up from the bed, where he’d been watching the minutes pass ever so slowly on his bedside clock, James went to his bedroom window and opened it. CREEEEAK. He held his breath. He was sure his parents could hear. Maybe he could just get back in bed, pull the cover over his head and go to sleep. No, his friends would never let him live it down. "James, is a sissy."
James slipped his leg over the sill of his window and sat for a moment looking out into the night sky. All he had to do make it to the ground, run across to the park where he knew Duncan would be waiting, make an appearance and then he could let himself in the back door and sneak back into bed. James balanced and slid his other foot over the sill. It wasn’t steep. If he could just inch his way along until he made it to the porch he could climb down the trellas.
James wasn’t sure he could let got of the sill. What would he hold on to? What if he start to slip. He imagined his mother’s horror
Kids calling……
Tonight’s assignment is taken from Creating Character’s Kids Will Love by Elaine Marie Alphin. It says
Write your own scene of a character climbing down the a roof (I’m modifying this for out the window because I have no idea why a kid would clinb down a roof as opposed to out their window). Make the character a ten-year-old boy doing in on a dare from his friends. Then try it again, making it a 14 year old girl climbing down her roof while her house is on fire.
I will be back tonight (as it is not yet nightfall and my best writing only happens when the moon lights the sky….or is that when my kids go to bed?) to do this (or at least one of the two depending how ambitious I get.
James knew that the time had come. It was now or never. His parents had been in bed for almost an hour. They would be asleep by now. Getting up from the bed, where he’d been watching the minutes pass ever so slowly on his bedside clock, James went to his bedroom window and opened it. CREEEEAK. He held his breath. He was sure his parents could hear. Maybe he could just get back in bed, pull the cover over his head and go to sleep. No, his friends would never let him live it down. "James, is a sissy."
James slipped his leg over the sill of his window and sat for a moment looking out into the night sky. All he had to do make it to the ground, run across to the park where he knew Duncan would be waiting, make an appearance and then he could let himself in the back door and sneak back into bed. James balanced and slid his other foot over the sill. It wasn’t steep. If he could just inch his way along until he made it to the porch he could climb down the trellas.
James wasn’t sure he could let got of the sill. What would he hold on to? What if he start to slip. He imagined his mother’s horror
Kids calling……
