Ready for the 4th

By Moriah on June 30th, 2009

I’ve been going back and forth about buying my girls cute 4th-of-July shirts or making them some sort of fun patriotic dresses.  And then in a lightbulb moment, I remembered about this idea and knew it would be perfect.  (Hat tip to Mer.)

Last night I finished Adelaide’s, The Bandanna Dress, 4th of July Version:

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As promised by the tutorial, this was SO EASY. It took hardly any time at all, way less than an hour. And bandannas (which come in a bunch of different colors, by the way) are only $0.94 at Walmart.

(In case you’re wondering, I AM going to make Madeline’s as a shirt.)



Max’s new pastime

By Moriah on June 29th, 2009

BAD DOG.

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(But a little bit funny.)



Fun Friday with another side of drama

By Moriah on June 27th, 2009

Yesterday morning Andy took Drew and Madeline to an amusement park to ride the rides with some friends. I opted not to go because of the ticket price AND the heat. Seemed like a good daddy-event.

They had a blast. Drew was very particular about which rides he would and wouldn’t go on regardless of peer pressure (I was more daring but likewise have always known my own mind).

I don’t have any pictures because I didn’t want to bog Andy down with a camera. (Sometimes I think men really do need a purse-equivalent. Keys, wallet, phone, sunglasses…camera.)

Meanwhile, I bathed Adelaide and decided to attempt getting her two-year-old portraits taken. (You know, since she turned two in March.) Problem is, I walked out the front door without remembering to grab Andy’s keys. Locked out without car keys and holding a heavy toddler and her portrait dress. Smooth.

I stood there, contemplating what to do, and suddenly remembered I maybe had a spare key to Andy’s car down in the recesses of my purse. I dug around and found it! I felt like I had won the lottery. So we were able to leave after all, and I just decided to take my time and wander stores until Andy got home to let us all back in.

First up, the portrait studio. I didn’t actually have an appointment; every time I called I got an answering machine and they never called me back. So I was crossing my fingers they would squeeze us in, and they did. We didn’t even have to wait ten minutes!

ADELAIDE. WAS. A. PILL.

I even thought about buying the shot of her with the poutiest of faces just so I’d remember what a stinker she’d been. (That and it was a darn cute photo.) Finally I got her to smile and we got some great shots, usually by sternly saying “Adelaide! DO NOT SMILE!!!” with a fake-mean look on my face. The feather tickler did wonders, too.

After pictures I wandered stroller-less (forgotten in the back of my van, which Andy took) around the mall, stopped in Gymboree (only because they had a blinking 60% off sign outside the front of the store), and then took her to Chick-Fil-A for a quick bite to eat. It was kind of fun being on a little date with just her and she was so good other than the refusing-to-smile-for-pictures thing.

On our way home we stopped in at Walmart, a different one than the evening before. I could not believe my eyes when another, older man walked out right in front of me with a 24-pack of beer and the Walmart employees running after him asking for a receipt. What are the chances this would happen twice in a row, right under my nose?

(God? I’m really not planning on stealing any beer. From Walmart or anywhere else.)

This time, the man just kept walking, absently waving towards the check-out lanes, “that lady checked me out over there…” Never stopped, never showed a receipt. A manager ran out after him and I did see him show his receipt in the end, but the whole thing was really rather fishy.

Oooh, and the best part of the day, Andy had worked his day off so he was off yesterday — so we got a babysitter and went out on a date! This time I won’t bore you with the details of our meal, but we had a great time.

After we had finished, some friends from church came over to say hi and ended up hanging out with us for a while. The restaurant staff even brought over an extra dessert for us to taste.

I’m tellin’ ya, it pays to know the manager.



All in a day’s drama

By Moriah on June 26th, 2009

Welp, it’s happened. I peeled. My back looks like I have some sort of alarming skin disease. (Be a sweetie and pretend not to notice.)

So I did what every wise woman would do and spent my day at the pool yesterday, in the sun. (Trying to even out the light spots, you know.)

(I’m kidding. I had Andy slather me with spf 50 before I left. And I only used the tanning oil on my legs.)

(Kidding again. Calm down.)

So yes, we went swimming again yesterday, much to my kids’ delight. They’d live there if they could. (So would I.) And then we all took a nap and ate dinner at Sonic. There’s not much choice when you wake up near 6:00 and are getting stared down by three hungry preschoolers. That and we had to take Andy a set of keys, so we had to leave the house then anyway.

After Sonic, since it’s right by Walmart, I decided to stop in and get a few groceries because Andy is taking the “big” kids on a special outing today and I needed to pack them a lunch. We had just barely pulled into the parking lot when a green truck peeled down the next aisle, one boy attempting to jump into the passenger’s side door as the truck was moving (as in, he almost got run over), and Walmart employees running furiously out of the store, attempting to catch the hooligans. (The truck won.)

When we walked in I asked the Walmart greeter what had happened and she said there were about 4 of them, high-schoolish boys, who had stolen some beer. Nothing like redneck drama for an exciting Thursday night.

Later, driving home, I spotted the same green truck, pulled over off the highway at a trailhead. I considered getting involved but decided it was against my interests, having my three precious babies buckled into the backseat.

I’ll let Walmart handle their own stolen beer.



Cute as a button

By Moriah on June 25th, 2009

Isn’t this cute?

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My little salt shakers would be quite honored to come live in your sidebar. (Just copy the html code in the white box.)

Thanks again, Jackie!!



Donuts!!

By Moriah on June 25th, 2009

(Originally published October, 2008.)

I got this idea/recipe from Sarah’s blog (In the Midst of It) and in case you don’t read her, I’m going to pass it along. Because this is a recipe you want, trust me.

My sisters came over last night to do their laundry and so we tried these out and watched a movie. UnBELIEVEably quick and easy. And GOOOOOOD.

Homemade Donuts: Pop open a can of refrigerated biscuits. Poke a hole in the center of each biscuit (I used my Pampered Chef apple corer):


And then fry the donuts (and holes) in a few inches of oil (I use canola):


Flip over once (this takes less than a minute, make sure you don’t go far!):


Drain on paper towels:


Roll in cinnamon & sugar:


Perfect for a Saturday morning or a Sunday evening at home. Best served still warm.

(You could also glaze them with a powdered-sugar glaze or frost them with chocolate icing.)



Cuts and stings. It happens.

By Moriah on June 24th, 2009

We did have a great time with our friends at the children’s museum yesterday, but the morning was not without its drama.

Just as we were packing up to leave, Adelaide came in with a gushing cut on the palm of her hand. “I fall down!” Thankfully it wasn’t deep or requiring of any stitches. (We’ve had our fill of those for the summer.)

As soon as I had finished putting a Band-aid on it and winding tape around her whole hand (do you know how hard it is to keep a bandage on that spot otherwise?!), Madeline came in screaming, holding her hand. “I TRIED TO CATCH A BUMBLEBEE!!!” And clearly got stung in the process, poor kid.

I thought she knew bees don’t exactly make great pets. Well, regardless, she learned this lesson yesterday.

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Also, our house has been much cooler. Whatever the a/c serviceman was able to clean with our garden hose on Tuesday did make a difference. It made me so happy I even put the laundry away.



Hot.

By Moriah on June 23rd, 2009

I knew I was in for it yesterday when the thermostat was set for 74 and it was reading 81 – at 10:30 in the morning. I called the a/c service people and they came a little later in the afternoon. Basically the unit is all junked up and in need of some serious industrial cleaning. For $150.

It’s always something.

We’re going to try to clean it ourselves, with Andy’s dad coaching us over the phone on what to do.

And by ‘we’ I totally mean Andy.

I let the kids play in the sprinkler outside and I tried to wear as little clothing as possible and still pass for appropriate. And then I took a cold shower and we all took long heat-induced-coma naps. (‘Long’ as in Drew rolled out of bed at 6:20.)

I’m hoping we (Andy) can get it fixed soon. Like, today.

But in the meantime, I’ll be trying not to sweat. Which means either lazing around doing nothing or heading out to someplace with air conditioning.

We do have a playdate scheduled later this morning so here’s hoping the children’s museum is cooler than my house.

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