Sunday, November 27, 2011

Give Thanks

This year, in particular, I am thankful, grateful, and reflective.

But that didn't stop my 24-hour advance holiday freak out.
I cooked for a few less people this year, but it didn't seem to matter.
I only know how to cook meals for armies. I was raised that way.

I love a silver gravy boat.
It makes your table feel special.

I don't really know many people who set the table with the good china.
And then put it all away.
Four hours before dinner.

This is my 'staging' area.
This is also that crazy mirror.
From my crazy day with Mackenzie Childs on her boat, I mean ferry.
If you missed that, read this.

The menu was pretty standard Thanksgiving fare...
You should know I am a huge Barefoot Contessa fan.
She is weird on TV (sorry Ina) but her food is freaking amazing.

On our table this year...(links included!)

1. Deep fried turkey (thanks Dad)

2. Sweet potato casserole topped with caramelized sugar apples

3. Homemade Stuffing (you know, the kind with sausage, apples, and cranberries)

4. Cranberry salad (old family recipe)

5. Macaroni & Cheese

6. Mom's homemade applesauce (if you are cute and nice, she will give lessons)

7. Kale (from Dad's garden)

8. Roasted Beets (don't make that face before you try them)
Really glad Ina took pictures of this one.
Cause I sure didn't.

9. Pumpkin Pie!
This chick is awesome too.
I recommend her food skills.

10. Fresh Lemon Mousse

The pictures I took of that one pretty much sucked.
And so did the google photo.
So I just have to tell you that it was delicious and you should try it out.

Happy Thanksgiving from our crazy, dysfunctional, but loving family to yours.

I am thankful for my three beautiful and precious children, my family who made me who I am today, and for the gift of a kind of friendship that I did not know could exist.
I am grateful for all that I have.

Just so you know I haven't gone completely sappy.
Stay tuned for the Nutcracker post.
You know that dysfunctional family I mentioned?
Yeah. You don't want to miss this.

Thursday, November 10, 2011


Just thought I would share what working from home looks like.

My computer is on the back of the couch because it seemed easier to just work from there rather than the table I guess?

So far today I have:

Cheered for a one hour school delay, dressed, fed, and packed lunches for 2 of 3 children, taken said children to school, drove back home, worked on customer orders/follow up, cleaned up the house, cleaned the bathroom, negotiated with a four-year-old that if he insisted on wearing shorts he was going to at least have to wear long sleeves, worked some more on volunteer ballet requests, started making muffins, did a load of laundry, packed my daughter's ballet bag for tonight, was on Pinterest, oh I don't know, at least 12 times, forgot I was making muffins and working on volunteer stuff, realized it was getting late and finished the muffins (since I am working the children into a post-Halloween detox), boiled eggs (for the same detox), sat down to eat my lunch, noticed again how late it was getting, took a picture of my food and computer, wrote a blog post, and am now headed to the shower and then to pick my daughter up at 3:10 to take her an hour and 15 min each way to her ballet class (don't ask but just know we are very happy and crazy), take my own ballet class after that (really and for real) so that I can attempt to fulfill my latest volunteer request. Misty, please know how much I love you.

I don't normally do run-on sentences.
Seemed fitting for today.

Thursday, November 3, 2011

Halloween Tart

The kids are pretty much allowed to pick whatever they want to be for Halloween. 
My oldest has NEVER wanted to be anything cute or sweet. 
She has been a witch (cutest witch ever at 2 years old), skeleton, vampire queen, you name it. 

Except for the year she dressed as the hooker version of Ariel. 

She was four, spotted this little number at Target and HAD to have it. 
I tried explaining to her that it was the toddler size and she needed to move into the "big" kid size. 
But the big kid size was a different design. 

Hysteria ensued. 

On the floor, in the Halloween aisle. 
So I did what every mother dragging a two-year-old and VERY fresh, also screaming, newborn would do. 

I gave her whatever she wanted.

That same year,
The two year old refused to wear his beloved Thomas the Train costume. 
He wore the dog's Vampire cape. 

And that sweet little newborn?

Imagine the fun I had. 

That marked the end of homemade costumes.
I could barely get a shower in those days. 

Fast forward four years. 
My oldest wants to be a Devil. 
I don't like it. I don't like it at all. 

And not just any Devil. 
The $174 costume she saw in a catalog Devil. 
Thankfully, that costume sold out (seriously??!!). 

We negotiate, round and round.
She announces her second choice is a $150 massive goldfish costume.
Guess who recommends we make our own version of the devil costume - minus the horns.

The goal was to be scary and a little glamorous.
And less tarty.
Oh, and warmer.

I actually enjoyed myself a little. 
The headpiece was my favorite.
Still scary. No horns. Everyone was happy. 

Let's not forget "Dark" Vader. 
And if the little one (whose personality has not changed from his Sebastian days) stood still for a second, there would be a picture of him. 

All in all, they had a great time. 
Shivering and hoofing all over the neighborhood paid off. 

Since I am not prepared to endure the preteen "does your mother know you are wearing that" costumes that are inevitably headed my way, I guess I better not complain so much about sewing.