Motivated by my friend, Roanna, and Mona, I decided at the eleventh hour that I should cook Easter dinner for TTT. I compile a list of ingredients I needed which was simple because I copied Mona’s menu. Jory and I head out to the store and directly to the meat section.
Sadly because it was the Saturday before Easter, all the tiny hams were gone. Ten pounders were even difficult to find. Ten pounds was too much for me and TTT, but I had to make do with what they had. We walked to get in line and Jory complained about how heavy the ham he was carrying was. The ham was nearly eleven pounds.
“Now you know how I felt Easter 2005. Because you weighed about the same as the ham you’re carrying,” I told him.
“I was this heavy?” he inquired.
“Yes, you were and I had to carry you around all the time. So I think you can carry the ham to the front of the store.”
He looked at me in shock. He couldn’t believe how much he had once weighed. He thought that was so heavy. It was hard for me to remember that he was once that small.
We got to the front of the line and he put the ham on the conveyor belt. The cashier rung it up. Twenty-five dollars. Twenty-five dollars?!?! What happened to the eleven dollars? It was only eleven if you purchased twenty-five dollars worth of groceries. Are you kidding me?!
I don’t need any groceries except the ham. All those hams in the back were twenty-five dollars and up. What in the world? It’s a pig. A pig. Are people smoking crack? I went back to the meat section and asked the butcher if he could find me a smaller ham. He came out with a nine pound ham. Uh, thanks a lot dude. I asked if there was any way, he could cut the ham in half, but he said no.
I think I need to buy a pig, it’s gotta be cheaper than buying some ham from a grocery store. Plus, I could use the pig for math, science, health, and anatomy, all in one.
Thursday, May 3, 2012
At the carwash
There is one thing I’ve been dying to do. Take the kids to an old fashion car wash. I still remember how much fun it was to be in Uncle Bobby’s blue station wagon with Mort and Eric and probably Kacy, as the spinning arms came down. Watching the car get cleaned was an awesome experience and the memory stayed with me all these years.
Jory and I filled up the car and I decided the car needed to be washed and it was too late to do it ourselves, so I thought I’ll go through the gas station’s car wash.
We gassed up the car, drove around to the side of the building, and I saw it. It was the car wash I went through as kid. Not as big obviously, but it was all mechanical arms, Jory was about to experience the fun of a car wash all for himself. And enjoyed it he did. He moved from the back of the minivan to the front, trying to see the arms lower and raise, washing our car. He was so excited. I was excited for him.
This almost made up for the overpriced ham, we didn’t buy. Nah, it did. I’ll have to let the girls experience this too.
Jory and I filled up the car and I decided the car needed to be washed and it was too late to do it ourselves, so I thought I’ll go through the gas station’s car wash.
We gassed up the car, drove around to the side of the building, and I saw it. It was the car wash I went through as kid. Not as big obviously, but it was all mechanical arms, Jory was about to experience the fun of a car wash all for himself. And enjoyed it he did. He moved from the back of the minivan to the front, trying to see the arms lower and raise, washing our car. He was so excited. I was excited for him.
This almost made up for the overpriced ham, we didn’t buy. Nah, it did. I’ll have to let the girls experience this too.
Numbers
“Mommy, I will be one. I will be two. I will be three. I will be four. I will be five. I will be six. I will be seven. I will be eight. I will be nine. I will be ten,” the baby informed me, complete with counting fingers.
“Yes, Baby, you were one, two, three, and now you’re four. And yes, you’ll be getting older,” I agreed.
My baby is in love with counting. I remember when I was excited about getting older and couldn’t wait until I turned a certain age, and now I have to do subtraction on some days to remember my age.
“Yes, Baby, you were one, two, three, and now you’re four. And yes, you’ll be getting older,” I agreed.
My baby is in love with counting. I remember when I was excited about getting older and couldn’t wait until I turned a certain age, and now I have to do subtraction on some days to remember my age.
Driving with Jory
“Mommy, does that Chevy go fast?”
“Mommy is that car faster than ours?”
“Mommy, which is faster a Chevy or a Porsche?”
“Is that a sports car Mommy?”
“I think it is a sports car because I don’t see a backseat.”
“Can that car go faster than a train?”
“Which goes faster a ship or a motorcycle?”
“Can we drive faster than the train?”
Alone time with Jory. He needs a dad. A dad who is in to cars. Or he just needs to learn how to read the big boy books that talk about cars cause as much as I love him, I so could careless. Though true love has me reading car books to him. My favorite is finding videos on cars. Nothing required of me other than nodding at the right parts when he tells me about the video.
“Mommy is that car faster than ours?”
“Mommy, which is faster a Chevy or a Porsche?”
“Is that a sports car Mommy?”
“I think it is a sports car because I don’t see a backseat.”
“Can that car go faster than a train?”
“Which goes faster a ship or a motorcycle?”
“Can we drive faster than the train?”
Alone time with Jory. He needs a dad. A dad who is in to cars. Or he just needs to learn how to read the big boy books that talk about cars cause as much as I love him, I so could careless. Though true love has me reading car books to him. My favorite is finding videos on cars. Nothing required of me other than nodding at the right parts when he tells me about the video.
Agua, please
“Mommy, juice please?” the baby asked.
“Didn’t you just have some with dinner?” I inquired.
“Yes, but there’s nothing to drink,” she informed me.
“There’s milk and water,” I reminded her.
“Mommy, there’s no water.”
“What do you mean, there’s no water?”
Rowan walked into the kitchen. “Mommy, there’s no water. Look,” she interjected, then walked to the pantry and opened it to show me the empty spot where the bottles of water usually sit.
“So there’s no water in the house?” I asked the girls.
“No,” they said emphatically.
“What comes out of the faucet?” I questioned.
Blank stares.
“What comes out of the faucet?” I repeated. Are you kidding me?! “Water. Water, guys. Water comes out of the faucet, so we do have water.”
Blank stares.
I wasn’t sure what was worse that Oma has brainwashed my children so they think the only water that exists is water that comes pre-packaged in a bottle. Or that they couldn’t put a name to the liquid that comes out of the faucet.
I’m sure some ad exec would gleefully love to hear this story.
“Didn’t you just have some with dinner?” I inquired.
“Yes, but there’s nothing to drink,” she informed me.
“There’s milk and water,” I reminded her.
“Mommy, there’s no water.”
“What do you mean, there’s no water?”
Rowan walked into the kitchen. “Mommy, there’s no water. Look,” she interjected, then walked to the pantry and opened it to show me the empty spot where the bottles of water usually sit.
“So there’s no water in the house?” I asked the girls.
“No,” they said emphatically.
“What comes out of the faucet?” I questioned.
Blank stares.
“What comes out of the faucet?” I repeated. Are you kidding me?! “Water. Water, guys. Water comes out of the faucet, so we do have water.”
Blank stares.
I wasn’t sure what was worse that Oma has brainwashed my children so they think the only water that exists is water that comes pre-packaged in a bottle. Or that they couldn’t put a name to the liquid that comes out of the faucet.
I’m sure some ad exec would gleefully love to hear this story.
Bigger
Mommy, I run fast cause I bigger,” Layla informed me.
“Yes, baby, you are getting bigger,” I responded. My baby is getting bigger and morphing from baby into a big girl. Though she will always be my baby.
“Yes, baby, you are getting bigger,” I responded. My baby is getting bigger and morphing from baby into a big girl. Though she will always be my baby.
Tuesday, May 1, 2012
The Eagle has landed
Mijo took off at 2:30AM on Sunday on a bus headed to Mississippi to catch a plane to take him to Washington D.C. Mona said he texted her from the bus all the way to the airport.
I can't believe my baby is away from all of us for the first time. Yes, it's only for six days, but still. He's never stayed overnight with non-family members, and really he's only ever spent the night with me or Mort. And now this, a different time zone, a different part of the country.
Please pray for protection and wisdom for my little Mijo, who is geting to be not so little for him. And for all of his classmates, their parents, and teachers, who are with him on the trip. Pray for the parents left behind too.
I can't believe my baby is away from all of us for the first time. Yes, it's only for six days, but still. He's never stayed overnight with non-family members, and really he's only ever spent the night with me or Mort. And now this, a different time zone, a different part of the country.
Please pray for protection and wisdom for my little Mijo, who is geting to be not so little for him. And for all of his classmates, their parents, and teachers, who are with him on the trip. Pray for the parents left behind too.
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