God created her, I carried her, now she is my happiness and my laughter.

Saturday, June 26, 2010

Saturday Morning

I don't care a whole lot for food in general and even more so I don't care to prepare it. This morning I asked myself why. I came to a theory that it's the recipes. I don't want to have to find, read, understand, and make a recipe. That, and I've been a working mom since Emma was born. At the end of a working day I simply don't have the energy. But, from time to time (usually on a weekend) I have a morning full of energy. So, I literally cook up an entire day (sometimes more) meals. And you know, I actually enjoy the cooking when I'm energetic. And for the recipe part of it I simply don't follow one. Sure, I waste some food if it doesn't turn out. But, I also learn from my mistakes. I add whatever ingredients sound good and mix together some food that's been sitting and needs used up. I put it in casserole or stew format and away we eat. Jason has liked all of my concoctions though I must admit they shouldn't be used on any diet plans. This morning I remembered I've been wanting to make up some broccoli for Emma as she seems to like it when we go to a restaurant. And as all my recipes go, the first ingredient is cheese. Broccoli (boiled), velveeta cheese (melted) and 1/4 tsp of onion powder. I'm going to give it a taste now...hmm, I took two bites...surprisingly tasty! I love it actually. It gives broccoli a whole new meaning. Would one of my readers mind trying it and letting me know what you think? I'll give some to Emma with her lunch. Next, I need to whip up some pizza sauce. Because something that IS on my diet plan is English Muffin Pizza and I've been curious to give it a try. Better call Kim for one of those dreaded recipes. My mom passed around a great pizza sauce (which might have generated from Grandma actually). But don't worry, I'll still add my own touch.
P.S. I have to give my husband the credit for making me the least bit interested in concoctions. He is always doing new things with the meat on the grill. It was his example that got me started. And, the broccoli after taste makes me want more and more :) I also have no idea how to spell recipe so hopefully the spell check got it right.

Saturday, June 19, 2010

For the love of shoes

I have every intention of living all my heel wearing dreams through Emma. I can't wear any shoes higher than 2 inches with out being taller than Jason. So, I have promptly given Emma all the shoe loving instructions that she needs. And, boy does she love her shoes. She wants them on her feet all the time. New shoes light up her face and she wants to put her new shoes on right away even if she's already wearing a pair. She looks at her feet while she walks (to the point of running into walls) so that she can watch her shoes. She tries to wear Daddy's and mine shoes all the time. If I'm not wearing shoes she brings me a pair (sometimes two shoes from two different pairs) so that I can put on a pair. And she gets upset if either of us are not wearing shoes. I'm relatively certain she can say shoe and says it when she wants to go outside. Heaven forbid if you try to take her shoes off before it's bed time. I can't wait until I can start buying her all the pretty heels! And the best part of it all....I have Jason's blessing on the matter :)

On another note: I was just telling Jason that I didn't really miss Emma's younger stages. As Emma grows I embrace it happily and don't really ever look back. But, one thing I realized I do miss is when she used to hum herself to sleep. When ever she was tired she would start humming in mono-tone until she was asleep. It was really cute and actually kind of soothing. Now she just whines when she's tired. Do we, as adults teach them to whine in our daily behavior? Hmm, something for me to ponder over. I must be so careful that Emma learns only good character traits from me even if it means acting from time to time in a way I wouldn't normally act. But, that should be a good thing for me. Fortunately, after having this very thought of missing her humming, though, she started doing it again. Probably because Daddy's been getting on her about not whining.