I Hate Cows...: March 2008

Calliope

Calliope
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Sick, but cute.

Clio

Clio
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She looks happy, but she was miserable all weekend...

Ella, Clio and Alex

Ella, Clio and Alex
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Clio and her cousins, Easter 2008.

Aurora and Calliope

Aurora and Calliope
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Both my girls, at their Nonna and Grandpop's house, Easter 2008.

So...

What happens when I'm left to (somewhat) my own devices?

I got a puppy.

A shar-pei puppy!

For those of you who don't know, shar-peis were bred to be bull-baiters once upon a time in China, so we told Aurora he was a Chinese dog. She therefore decided he should have a Chinese name, and since Avatar is so near and dear to her heart, and the new pup has the same coloring, she decided to name him Appa. Its quite appropriate actually.

Those who know me, are not surprised.

See, we've just gotten Clio to start (pretty much) sleeping through the night, so we need more chaos in our lives.

And what happens to Kevin when he is left to his own devices?

Well, if you tell him before you leave that there is a TUPPERWARE container of (delicious homemade by my sister) mac and cheese in the fridge for him, he will go into the fridge at lunch time and grab the first piece of tupperware he sees that has vaguely white stuff in it. He will not question the fact that there appears to be no noodles, tomatoes or cheese in this container. It is TUPPERWARE, therefore, it must be the right one. He will then microwave that container, and when the white stuff oozes out (very much NOT like mac and cheese), he will call me, and ask if mine oozed out as well. I say no. He will then shrug, and take a big bite of the warm, white, gloppy mess with no noodles, cheese or tomato in sight. He will then spit out the microwaved butter cream frosting, and call me so that he can BLAME me for telling him the mac and cheese is in a TUPPERWARE container, when in fact it was in a GLASS BOWL.

I, apparently, am a bad person who deliberately deceives her husband with cleverly disguised butter cream frosting.

And of course, Happy Birthday Mom. You're psycho, but we love you anyway. And remember- you didn't win the Craziest Mom award! You came in 2nd!

The promised post...

My daughter's favorite curse is "What the HOLEY-MOLEY!"

I find that hysterical.

The other night, we were watching Bizarre Foods with Andrew Zimmerman, when he held up a guinea pig. Now, if you watch that show, as I do, you know that that means NOTHING GOOD for the guinea pig. Aurora didn't, and since she has been lobbying for a pet for a while now, she started going on about how she LOVES guinea pigs and has ALWAYS wanted one... and then they skinned the damn thing and put it on a spit, along with several of its little rodent compadres.

You cannot even begin to imagine the look on Aurora's face.

She is turning 6 in less than a week- we're having a party at the local movie house, probably going to see Enchanted. A good time will be had by all, and I have already started baking. For her school party she wants coconut cupcakes with cream cheese frosting and flowers. Her birthday party is Saturday, and she has requested cake balls. I've never made these, and I refuse to use cake mixes or canned frosting, so they will be a little bit more time-consuming than the recipe mentions, should be cool anyway though.

Oh, and we finished bottling our first homebrew in our new house last Saturday (we've only been here two years, what slaggards we are). I was pretty concerned about it, as it didn't seem to bubble as it should have, but we popped open a bottle today and it was good. Not a stout, which is what I was going for, but a very hoppy dark ale with chocolate notes. I liked it a lot. Thanks much to Brian for his help- beer is coming your way...

What else... hmmm...

Some company called schmap decided to include one of my Chicago photos in their set, which is sort of cool...

I am down 5 lbs in the weight loss thing (2 months for 5 lbs. Sigh.), which I guess I should be happy about considering all the margaritas I had last night.

This is Tilda (my niece) at the Mexican restaurant we went to- she would eat a spoonful of the (hot!) salsa, make a terrible face, wipe it off her tongue, and then eat more of it.

Margaritas were had because we helped my parents move into their giant house. You can see their "butler's pantry" (egad!) below. I stuck my kid in the sink, 'cause I'm loopy that way.