strawberry shortCROOK!
mr. e and i joined the cousins for a strawberry picking adventure.
i brought 2 LARGE containers and pre-bought all the necessary freezer jam ingredients.
i was ready to haul in some serious berries, even with a baby attached to me.
i clean house like a good mexican lady-i figured i could pick berries like them too.
but i am cheap,VERY,VERY cheap.
if i were to fill my 2 large containers with their berries (that i picked- mind you!)
i would have to take a small line of equity out on our home.
you see these folks are charging LOTS of money for you to pick their berries.
and yes they are the best, juiciest,red all the way throughest, tastiest strawberries ever...
but they are cheaper, still not cheap- (8.50 for 3 pints)pre-picked!
that little container i am holding (1.5 pints) was 6 bucks!
6 bucks for ME to fill!
(and you can bet i did try to eat my money's worth while picking)
now if this place happen to be a quaint darling place like hurd orchards
or the people were SUPER friendly then i might be willing to pay a few bucks for the "experience."
but it's a strawberry field overlooking interstate-5 and car country carlsbad
with ms.grumpy pants manning the booth.
we will be buying our strawberries for jam at the farmers market.
pre-picked.
tasty.
and cheap!
who knew?
that a thoughtful
little line
or two
scribbled onto a
post-it note
and hidden around
the house
for me to find when
showering
or dusting or
feeding the baby
could make a girl,
a mamma,
a wife
so happy?
jonny z.
that's who!
shocker
- that we are raising a tree hugger
- that elliot can practically count to ten
- that after 18 months of living here i hung something on the wall
ADDENDUM....
what is it about a baby that makes me feel the need to make our house more homey?
it starts before they are even born
with the nesting instinct- deep cleaning and stocking the pantry.
then after those few weeks, or months, of adjustment to life with this new little person
i am inundated with thoughts of
what should i hang on the wall?
what would make his little room a happier place?
where might be a better place to store my kitchen linens?
all the nesting returns,
or continues.
i had a bit of nesting right after we moved in
but only enough to get us set up and organized,
not decorated.
i am glad he inspires such activity
but i have to wonder
why and
how
such a little person
who could care less what is on the walls
inspires me to care that there is something on the walls.
happy to be....
three months old!
3 not so favorite things
- being hungry for more than 12 seconds
- the car seat, especially at night
- deep voices
3 favorite things:
- eating,eating and eating
- ceiling fans
- his crib
3 best tricks
- grinning and giggling
- explosive pooping
- eating
another reason to love tia
(tia, me, mom at tia's birthday lunch feb 2009)
besides giving me warm chocolate milk bottles as a baby, my tia just introduced me to my new favorite dish for the coming summer months....
Wild Rice Salad
1/2 C olive oil
3 - 4" rosemary sprigs 1 t kosher salt
1/2 C dried cranberries
1/4 t fresh ground pepper
2 T sherry vinegar (wine vinegar ok)
2 T honey
3 C cooked wild rice (or one package precooked wild rice at trader joe’s)
1/2 C lightly toasted pine nuts
1/2 C finely chopped green onions
1. Heat olive oil in skillet over medium heat until simmering. Rinse rosemary sprigs and cook about one minute - turning with tongs. Transfer to a paper towel lined plate and sprinkle w/salt. Let the oil cool and set aside
2. Dressing: Combine cranberries, pepper and vinegar in a small bowl. Let stand 15 minutes. Whisk in honey and the oil you reserved from heating the rosemary
3. Combine rice, nuts and green onions in a large bowl. Crush the Rosemary over cooked rice, add cranberry dressing and toss.
4. Chill. (I usually can't wait and have a bowl immediately). Gets even better the next day so, is a great salad to make ahead
even jon liked this salad....
"it's different and totally you.
if i am not in the mood for pizza or a burrito i would choose this."
.
but a little warning...the wild rice can play tricks on you
and if you forget that you made some wild rice,
you might freak out
and think your dishwasher is being overtaken by bugs!
luvzey
this will be my first mothers day.
i have wanted to be a mom since i was about 3
but when you don't get married till your 29
it's a LONG time to wait
for a baby of my own.
i never knew how much i could love
a little person....
and if you don't mind my sayin
i was one heck of an aunt-
but like everyone says
it's so different when it's
your own.
cause i even love him with boogers in his nose. i love the lint that collects in his palms and eyebrow creases when he sleeps. i love when he grins at me while eating and milk drips out. i love his long fingers that he got from owsley genetics. i love his feet all curved up and buddah like. and i will love him when he has to wear forrest gump braces on those curved up feet. i love that he turns his head when he hears my voice. i love that he gets like a baby barracuda when he is hungry and snorts and attacks my chest, like it might be his last meal. i even love those quiet moments when i am nursing him at 5 am and he so peacefully falls back to sleep. (and i am sure i love that since now it's only once a night that my sleep gets interrupted.) i love that he has to change his head positions about 17 times before he falls asleep. i love the way he stares at his daddy. i love that he burps as loud as any drunkard at a tavern and farts like a 10 year old boy. (i know i won't love those two for much longer). i love trying to guess what color his eyes might be. i love having him close to me in the bjorn when we run errands cause he does not love his car seat. i love when he makes a fist and it's a "t" in sign language.
i love being a mom.
bang for my buck
the best dollar i ever spent
was on this basketball.
which looked more like a
basketball when we bought
it at the thrift store.
it was purchased after
miss penny chewed up
or popped
4 other balls in
one week.
she plays soccer
with this ball for hours
everyday,
with or without us.
i only hope to find
such a great toy
at such a great price
for mr. e
someday.
9 to 5
9 pm to 5 am that is....
little e man has slept
those hours for the past
4 nights!!
and he is a mole baby
he likes it warm and dark
(although this picture is from
a while ago and he no longer
gets "burritoed"for sleepy time)
now if i could just stop waking up at 3am!
mr handsome pantsome
i know one eye tends to sag
and i am slightly pigeoned toed
and i make less than intelligent facial expresions
but i am still a handsome dude, right?
the truth about talking....
so there is more to this blog
than just giving others a chance
to stalk me...
i hope to create a little family history
a way to preserve
to remember
to capture
what our life is like.
all my life i have been a rather avid journaler
recording everything from homework assignments in the third grade
to my lofty gymnastics goals
but as my life got more complicated with
family crisis, college, mission, more college, traveling, and dating
i wrote for therapy.
but a strange thing happened when i met jon
i stopped recording and analyzing life on paper
instead i told him all my thoughts
and dreams and
passions and
fears.
it turns out-
jon is not an elephant
and he forgets.
but as the late president hinckley said:
"You will have significant experiences.
I hope that you will write them down and keep a record of them,
that you will read them from time to time
and refresh your memory of these meaningful,
significant things.
Some of them may be funny.
Some may be of significance only to you.
Some of them may be sacred and quietly beautiful.
Some may build one upon another until they represent a lifetime of special experience."
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