I was once the center of Clare's little world. Not so anymore. She has taken to lunging for Scott whenever he is in her sight. As I tucked the boys in bed after Scott, Preston said he liked me a little bit the best.
Unusual, Everyone always likes Scott the best, including me.
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Saturday, December 26, 2009
Color, Cut, Style
I can hide it no longer. I have put off coloring my hair too long. Dreading the day when it would be one more thing I needed to fit into my life. Scott says I should let it go. He thinks it is beautiful, it shows the mature woman I am becoming. I am lucky to have a sister in law who cuts my hair each time she comes to visit. This visit she gave me a very nice Christmas present by sharing her talent.
Thanks Jenn. I love it! And it wasn't the ordeal I have always imagined, coloring my hair.
Christmas
Best Christmas EVER! according to Preston. He woke up the day before Christmas and shouted to Garrett, who was still sleeping, "Garrett! one more day until Christmas!"
Their requests were simple. Garrett asked Santy for a model balsa wood airplane. Preston (trickier) a real light saber that glows and makes the humming noise and a tiny car that has a light inside. We painted the headlights of a small car so it glows in the dark and Uncle Ryan saved the day with the light saber. He had one from a costume party years ago.
They played all day with their legos from Grandma and Grandpa. Aunt Laurie sent a box filled with nice little gifts for each of us, tulip bulbs for me, yeah. We are so fortunate to live by family. Christmas Eve spent at Scott's brothers with cousins.
Christmas Day with Uncle Jeff and Aunt Danielley. The day after with all the Utah Isom's and Ryan's family, in Logan. A wonderful Christmas indeed.
Monday, December 21, 2009
Regrets
Whenever I make a post baring my innermost feelings. I worry so much about offending. Why do I post such things then? What is this need for some of us to express ourselves so openly?
Well, just so you know there are times when I love Cheesewhiz over Mexican food. Packets of Lipton cup o' soup. A Costco dog. Gorton's fish sticks. Good food isn't always expensive or difficult to make. I love simple creamy polenta with an over easy egg on top. Spring lettuce with oil and vinegar. One of my favorite places to eat, El Salvador, on Center in Provo, has some of the most wonderful humble food. A papusa $1.60 that comes with a cabbage salad. And of course a plate of rice and beans to go with it for a few dollars. I love when people care enough to cook for me weather it is exquisite or not.
I AM disappointed when food is trying to be what it is not: Catch of the day flown in daily, when it is farm raised. Molten Lava cake created from a cake mix. Seasonal vegetables out of season. The imposters make the food snob in me come out.
Please don't stop feeding me.
Well, just so you know there are times when I love Cheesewhiz over Mexican food. Packets of Lipton cup o' soup. A Costco dog. Gorton's fish sticks. Good food isn't always expensive or difficult to make. I love simple creamy polenta with an over easy egg on top. Spring lettuce with oil and vinegar. One of my favorite places to eat, El Salvador, on Center in Provo, has some of the most wonderful humble food. A papusa $1.60 that comes with a cabbage salad. And of course a plate of rice and beans to go with it for a few dollars. I love when people care enough to cook for me weather it is exquisite or not.
I AM disappointed when food is trying to be what it is not: Catch of the day flown in daily, when it is farm raised. Molten Lava cake created from a cake mix. Seasonal vegetables out of season. The imposters make the food snob in me come out.
Please don't stop feeding me.
Sunday, December 20, 2009
Food Snob
Call me ungrateful, call me a snob, call me what you wish, but I was sad when I found out Scott's work Christmas party would not be at the Stein Eriksen lodge this year in Park City. I look forward to it every year. The food is incredible the desserts perfect and the company great. This year it was the company that made the Christmas party. Isn't that just the way it should be?
But of course when one thinks about food all day, as I do, it is hard not to think about how the food one is eating could be better. Calories should not be wasted on farm raised fish (it is mushy and void of vital flavors), grain fed beef, marginal vegetables, the desserts at best were icebox. I laughed when I read under "Fish" catch of the day flown in daily. The waitress confirmed what I suspected when I asked if it was wild caught.
I read Ruth Reichl, "The Secret Life of a Food Critic in Disguise" a few years ago. Towards the end of the book she is on a subway going home thinking of the food she had just eaten and writing a review in her head. She is ripping the restaurant apart and the food and feeling snobby when she notices a homeless man. She gives him her leftovers and then begins to think about how we go to restaurants eat and give a review to friends, co-workers etc. We talk about how the food was awful, or too this or that. But, was the food really awful? I mean could you not eat it? Was it rotten?
I always think of this when I am ripping on a restaurant, prepackaged food, farm raised fish, eggs not from my chickens, or food not grown in my own backyard. Is it really not edible? No it's just that I am a Food Snob. There, I admit it. Oh, the torture I will endure (as my mom did) if I have to eat institutionalized food someday, daily. What a blessed life I live if that will be torture for me. Food is such a huge part of my day. I derive such pleasure from growing it, making it, eating it, serving it. It is my outlet, my way to create.
It is just hard for me to see time, money, and waste go into less than wonderful food. I get as worked up about poor quality food as Scott does about poor design.
We are one great match in a mediocre Restaurant.
But of course when one thinks about food all day, as I do, it is hard not to think about how the food one is eating could be better. Calories should not be wasted on farm raised fish (it is mushy and void of vital flavors), grain fed beef, marginal vegetables, the desserts at best were icebox. I laughed when I read under "Fish" catch of the day flown in daily. The waitress confirmed what I suspected when I asked if it was wild caught.
I read Ruth Reichl, "The Secret Life of a Food Critic in Disguise" a few years ago. Towards the end of the book she is on a subway going home thinking of the food she had just eaten and writing a review in her head. She is ripping the restaurant apart and the food and feeling snobby when she notices a homeless man. She gives him her leftovers and then begins to think about how we go to restaurants eat and give a review to friends, co-workers etc. We talk about how the food was awful, or too this or that. But, was the food really awful? I mean could you not eat it? Was it rotten?
I always think of this when I am ripping on a restaurant, prepackaged food, farm raised fish, eggs not from my chickens, or food not grown in my own backyard. Is it really not edible? No it's just that I am a Food Snob. There, I admit it. Oh, the torture I will endure (as my mom did) if I have to eat institutionalized food someday, daily. What a blessed life I live if that will be torture for me. Food is such a huge part of my day. I derive such pleasure from growing it, making it, eating it, serving it. It is my outlet, my way to create.
It is just hard for me to see time, money, and waste go into less than wonderful food. I get as worked up about poor quality food as Scott does about poor design.
We are one great match in a mediocre Restaurant.
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Sighing
Preston walked into the kitchen and asked why I was going like this........
He proceeded to imitate me sighing.
I then realized I had been sighing a lot. I am thankful I will no longer be a single parent next week while he is on Christmas break. And in about 5 months Scott will be done with school. No more 5:00 a.m. mornings making lunch and sometimes dinner to pack in his school bag. I feel for him especially this week as he rides to the bus stop in the snow and cold. This semester has passed so quickly on days like today though I am ready to give up. I am so proud of Scott for sticking with it. He is the one that is really sacrificing.
He proceeded to imitate me sighing.
I then realized I had been sighing a lot. I am thankful I will no longer be a single parent next week while he is on Christmas break. And in about 5 months Scott will be done with school. No more 5:00 a.m. mornings making lunch and sometimes dinner to pack in his school bag. I feel for him especially this week as he rides to the bus stop in the snow and cold. This semester has passed so quickly on days like today though I am ready to give up. I am so proud of Scott for sticking with it. He is the one that is really sacrificing.
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
Breath Holding Spells
That is what it is called. Unusual for an eight month old but sometimes starts as early as six months. That is about when I noticed it for the first time with Clare. Different from a seizure because they turn a bluish purple before they pass out. They typically outgrow it by four to six years of age. I hope I never see it again.
I am so thankful for modern medicine. The other night I made it to the after hours care clinic with Clare one minute before they closed. She woke up croupy and I knew if I didn't take her then we would be going to the E.R. in the middle of the night. After a dose of steroid and a breathing treatment we were sent home. The boys had croup every year until last year. Looks like Clare will follow. There are so many common childhood illnesses that kids died from 100+ years ago all day long. I feel so fortunate to have the aide of modern medicine.
I am so thankful for modern medicine. The other night I made it to the after hours care clinic with Clare one minute before they closed. She woke up croupy and I knew if I didn't take her then we would be going to the E.R. in the middle of the night. After a dose of steroid and a breathing treatment we were sent home. The boys had croup every year until last year. Looks like Clare will follow. There are so many common childhood illnesses that kids died from 100+ years ago all day long. I feel so fortunate to have the aide of modern medicine.
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