We’re moving.  I have some advice for people who are moving.  Don’t tell anybody.

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We use Netflix.  The other day, I got on to check our queue, to see what was coming next, and if we wanted to add anything.  I noticed a new entry–”Larry Boy and the Rumor Weed.”

Hmm, I don’t remember adding that. (more…)

Yep, it’s another food post.  Deal.

After church yesterday, we walked in from a yucky sleet storm to a warm home full of the welcoming smell of crock pot cooking.  J said, “Mmmmm, I smell something yummy!  What it is?”

“It’s the smell of the Sabbath,” I said.

He said, “The what?”

DH said, “The what?”

I sighed.  “Never mind.”

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It was unusually windy today here in L.A. My two year old woke up from her nap anxious to get out of the apartment but I couldn’t imagine braving the fierce wind just to appease her. Then it hit me - “Wind Fun Day.” Brilliant, I know.

I set out gathering everything in our house that would be fun to play with in the wind. There was the fancy Gymboree bubble set, the 6 pinwheels from her bedroom, a handful of long, silky scarves perfect for twirling, a large bedsheet to flap around and hide under and last but not least, the Jeff Gordon kite. This was going to be the most glorious outing ever. I brushed Penny’s hair, got her changed into crispy clean clothes and put new batteries in the camera. We bundled up in the car while I prepped her on all the wild fun we would have. (more…)

We watch the Food Network. A lot. In fact, Jeffrey’s favorite show is “Unwrapped” and he comes running when he hears the music. I think it has something to do with all the machines they show in action. It doesn’t hurt that I have the teensiest little crush on Alton Brown, either. But I have a bone to pick with most shows- actually with the hosts of the shows. (more…)

Forget the snow, the gray days, and the numb toes.  Let’s talk about the real hardships of winter.

I had to buy fresh basil today. 

Oh, the humanity. (more…)

I could hear them giggling whiled they played in her room, and then I heard the inevitable crying that follows a bout of rough-housing. As I entered the bedroom to check, Princess Poop announced that her brother had hit her in the “peanuts”.  (more…)

I have finally figured out how to post pictures on Wordpress, so, here they are.  Pictures of the one and only Tracy M original chess table, which she and The Wiz conspired to get for me for Christmas after my demonic possession.I show it to everybody who comes to the house, and somebody even wanted to know where she could buy one, too.  Tracy, up for a side business of painting chess tables? (more…)

We’re trying, honestly we are.  We are trying to raise a literate, eduated, well adjusted child who is familiar with the scriptures.  So, let’s start with the Book of Mormon, shall we? Dh got some cute little children’s illustrated version of the Book of Mormon, so we started at the beginning.

J: Hey, that guy has a sword!

Me: Yes, his name is Nephi.

J: What is he going to do with that sword?  Kill somebody? (more…)

My daughter Penny has just turned two. Apparently, this is the age when everything must be named. The only thing I hear from dawn to dusk is “what’s that, Momma?” So we’ve been telling her. The problem arises when we don’t want her to know the words. (more…)

Normally, I really like my neighborhood.  However, I am sad to report, they have gone completely ‘honey crusted nut bar’ on me, and I am at a loss as to how my street turned completely crazy. (more…)

Just in case you hadn’t heard, there is recall on Peter Pan and Great Value Peanut Butter with the lot number “2111″, due to salmonella.  I  tell you this because some people in our ward have gotten sick, and it occurred to me that some people might not know.  For more info, go here: http://www.fda.gov/bbs/topics/NEWS/2007/NEW01563.html.  I had no idea that you could get salmonella from peanutbutter, but, there you go.

“I’ll get her a cup.”

The director wrote the line into our junior high play so I’d have a token speaking part. I practiced saying it for over a month trying out different intonations, pacings and accompanying body language. It was going to be the best cup-offering ever known to Saxe Middle School.

But I wouldn’t say it. On either night of the show. (more…)

I feel I have to come clean, and reveal some secrets I have been keeping.  After all, if anybody is actually going to be reading this site, she or he is entitled to know what kind of people we are here.    And, you might not love us as much after this post, but it’s a risk we (or rather I, since really, it’s my post) are going to have to take. (more…)

And now for an entirely new segment we like to call:  Totally Obvious Life Tips.

Your Tip for Today: Do not drink 16 ounces of water just before going to bed, even if the water bottle is calling you from across the room.  You will regret it all night long.

Thank you.  Feel free to add your own Obvious Life Tip for all of us clueless people out there.

Never having to say you’re sorry?

I dated a guy who actually thought that.  He adamently refused to apologize for stuff. The relationship did not go well.

He also told me that I was waiting for my white knight who wouldn’t show up, so suck it up and stick it out with him, because he was the best I was ever going to get.

Like I said, things didn’t go well.

At the time, we both had a lot of notions of what love was, most of which were wrong.  Since then, I’ve learned a few things about love, and thought I’d share.  Feel free to add your revelation to the list. (more…)

Jeff has his first (an with any luck, only) cavity. We went to the dentist the other day for routine cleanings, and our marvelous, grandfatherly dentist found a tiny cavity on one of Jeff’s molars, near his gums. Now, neither I nor my my husband had any cavities until we were adults, so pediatric dentistry, other than cleanings and fluoride, is foreign territory. (more…)

Yesterday at church the musical number was an absolutely gorgeous cello and piano duet.  When the man pulled out his cello, Preschool Man yelled out (and I do mean yelled, no whispering for him) HE HAS A VIOLIN!!  (more…)

You slip upstairs just to check the blog, and return to the kitchen 5 minutes later, only to have your 4 year old ask you, “Were you blogging, Mommy?”

Thinking this was not a time to lie, I simply said, “Yes.  I was.”

My 4 year old turned to his father and said, “See.  Told ya.”