Monday, July 6, 2009
Middle of the Night Feverish Rant
Not my fever. My child's.
And why am I writing this at the ripe old hour of 1:23 AM? Because I was asleep and then I was awake and then I was asleep and then I was awake and then I was asleep and then I was awake and then I was asleep and then I was awake and NOW I AM AWAKE. And it hurts. But I was asleep. And then he thought there was a spider in his bed and he cried because he wanted his flip-flops but I knew he needed a drink and on the way down to the kitchen he thought there was poop on the stairs and Mommy, would you please tell the construction workers to go away. And how in the hurk do you force a child to drink water, or anything, for that matter? Every sip is agony. I know he will feel so much better the more he drinks and I've tried it with ice and I've tried it with every kind of straw I can find, and I've tried it with honey and I've tried it in fun bottles and I've tried making drinking games and I've tried telling stories and I've tried DRINK THIS NOW OBEY ME DO NOT ARGUE and I've tried Hey, wanna sip of my beer? Popsicles work. But who really needs unearthly doses of high fructose corn syrup when your body is fighting infection? If I want anything better, I have to make it myself but did I mention it's 1:29AM? Watermelon is good. But who wants to cut watermelon and wait around while he eats it when it's the middle of the night, JUST SLAM A GLASS OF WATER, KID, SO WE CAN GO BACK TO BED, HALUCINATION FREE.
Also. There are vicious, blood-sucking beasts coming into my bedroom --and they prefer sleep-deprived blood to sleeping-peacefully blood-- through a defective screen that someone thought was a good idea that only covers half of a window on which you can open the top or the bottom and the screen slides up or down to cover the open part. Except that there's A BIG GAP WHERE THE SCREEN STOPS. Hello? Purpose of a screen is? To keep out the flying beasts. Doesn't work when THERE'S A BIG GAP IN THE MIDDLE. Hello, customer service.
And I'm very, very against giving a kid with a reasonable fever anything to bring it down because I firmly believe that fever is good and it's helping get rid of whatever needs to be gotten rid of, WOULD IT HURRY UP ALREADY. But somewhere in this house, I have a small bottle of children's tylenol. Just in case. Now would be that time.
And I can't find it.
Anywhere.
And why am I writing this at the ripe old hour of 1:23 AM? Because I was asleep and then I was awake and then I was asleep and then I was awake and then I was asleep and then I was awake and then I was asleep and then I was awake and NOW I AM AWAKE. And it hurts. But I was asleep. And then he thought there was a spider in his bed and he cried because he wanted his flip-flops but I knew he needed a drink and on the way down to the kitchen he thought there was poop on the stairs and Mommy, would you please tell the construction workers to go away. And how in the hurk do you force a child to drink water, or anything, for that matter? Every sip is agony. I know he will feel so much better the more he drinks and I've tried it with ice and I've tried it with every kind of straw I can find, and I've tried it with honey and I've tried it in fun bottles and I've tried making drinking games and I've tried telling stories and I've tried DRINK THIS NOW OBEY ME DO NOT ARGUE and I've tried Hey, wanna sip of my beer? Popsicles work. But who really needs unearthly doses of high fructose corn syrup when your body is fighting infection? If I want anything better, I have to make it myself but did I mention it's 1:29AM? Watermelon is good. But who wants to cut watermelon and wait around while he eats it when it's the middle of the night, JUST SLAM A GLASS OF WATER, KID, SO WE CAN GO BACK TO BED, HALUCINATION FREE.
Also. There are vicious, blood-sucking beasts coming into my bedroom --and they prefer sleep-deprived blood to sleeping-peacefully blood-- through a defective screen that someone thought was a good idea that only covers half of a window on which you can open the top or the bottom and the screen slides up or down to cover the open part. Except that there's A BIG GAP WHERE THE SCREEN STOPS. Hello? Purpose of a screen is? To keep out the flying beasts. Doesn't work when THERE'S A BIG GAP IN THE MIDDLE. Hello, customer service.
And I'm very, very against giving a kid with a reasonable fever anything to bring it down because I firmly believe that fever is good and it's helping get rid of whatever needs to be gotten rid of, WOULD IT HURRY UP ALREADY. But somewhere in this house, I have a small bottle of children's tylenol. Just in case. Now would be that time.
And I can't find it.
Anywhere.
Saturday, July 4, 2009
As American As...
...apple pie! Or cherry and blueberry as the case may be.
See? Red in the cherries, blue in the blueberries and even... a white flour (gasp!) crust!
Our Independence Day celebration with friends is actually going to be tomorrow, since Saturday is not a good day for a pastor's family to party. Especially when it's with another pastor's family...
Actually, our celebration seems to be lasting for three days, since we went to fireworks last night. Yeah. Don't ask me why they have fireworks on the third of July in our town. They have strange customs in this land...
But today, I'm making pies. And other food. Supposedly. I haven't quite gotten to the other food yet. And it's, what... 8:45. Oh, dear. And what am I doing? Noooot making food. Eh-hem.
See, the pies occupied more of my food making time than I had planned. Cuz I went all fancy on their be-hinds.
And then I went all fancier on their derrieres...
...and then I went out in the barn to dig through Nathan's tool box to find some tool with which to knock some sense into myself.
But I snapped out of it because Jonah wanted to use the leftover crust to make some of our secret-family-recipe-cinnamon-twists.
They were yummy!
The pies turned out alright too...
If I do say so myself.
Happy Independence Day!
(And now I should probably go work on the rest of that food I'm supposed to be producing. Apologies for the poor pictures-- no time for edits today! Sure, a little "unsharp mask" and color balancing only takes a couple minutes, but my computer is too pokey these days... Which doesn't help the fact that here it's the 4th of July and my masthead still says June... sigh.)
See? Red in the cherries, blue in the blueberries and even... a white flour (gasp!) crust!
Our Independence Day celebration with friends is actually going to be tomorrow, since Saturday is not a good day for a pastor's family to party. Especially when it's with another pastor's family...
Actually, our celebration seems to be lasting for three days, since we went to fireworks last night. Yeah. Don't ask me why they have fireworks on the third of July in our town. They have strange customs in this land...
But today, I'm making pies. And other food. Supposedly. I haven't quite gotten to the other food yet. And it's, what... 8:45. Oh, dear. And what am I doing? Noooot making food. Eh-hem.
See, the pies occupied more of my food making time than I had planned. Cuz I went all fancy on their be-hinds.
And then I went all fancier on their derrieres...
...and then I went out in the barn to dig through Nathan's tool box to find some tool with which to knock some sense into myself.
But I snapped out of it because Jonah wanted to use the leftover crust to make some of our secret-family-recipe-cinnamon-twists.
They were yummy!
The pies turned out alright too...
If I do say so myself.
Happy Independence Day!
(And now I should probably go work on the rest of that food I'm supposed to be producing. Apologies for the poor pictures-- no time for edits today! Sure, a little "unsharp mask" and color balancing only takes a couple minutes, but my computer is too pokey these days... Which doesn't help the fact that here it's the 4th of July and my masthead still says June... sigh.)
Friday, July 3, 2009
All Mixed Up
What? What's that you say?
There's something wrong with this picture?
Hm.
I really can't imagine what it would be.
We already had a duck adopt a chick, so what's wrong with a chicken hatching a duckling?
Because, dang... dirty fingernails aside, who wouldn't this baby?
I mean, have you ever seen anything cuter?
Cuz I don't think I have.
There's something wrong with this picture?
Hm.
I really can't imagine what it would be.
We already had a duck adopt a chick, so what's wrong with a chicken hatching a duckling?
Because, dang... dirty fingernails aside, who wouldn't this baby?
I mean, have you ever seen anything cuter?
Cuz I don't think I have.
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Why Do I Do This?
I just had to share this article from The Ethicurean: All Work= Delicious Play.
It struck a chord with me because this is exactly how I'm feeling lately.
And the answer:
It struck a chord with me because this is exactly how I'm feeling lately.
Coming off of a weekend of non-stop planting, weeding, irrigating, harvesting, and storing, I finally reached one of those exhausting peaks where I asked myself, “Why do I do this?”
And the answer:
I know this food, real food, was nurtured. No pesticides or chemicals applied here. The seeds are organic; the soil replenished last year with a cover crop. The fruits were harvested with care and stored to save the full value of the food. The distance traveled from field to fork is about as far as I can throw an heirloom tomato.Yeah. That's what I'm talkin' about.
Monday, June 29, 2009
Can't. Wait.
I just saw this preview. I HAVE TO see this movie. Maybe even in the theater. (Gasp!)
I mean, wow. Nora Ephron? Meryl Streep as Julia Child? YES. Just yes.
I mean, wow. Nora Ephron? Meryl Streep as Julia Child? YES. Just yes.
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