I got to try out some new recipes this summer, as I searched for ways to incorporate our garden harvest into our meals. Here are some examples:
How to Cook a Pumpkin:
(Apparently, all pumpkins are edible, some just taste better than others due to texture. If you want to try cooking your own, you can research which are the best to buy or just use whatever you have and see how it tastes. Ours turned out great!)
1) Cut the pumpkin in half, and scoop out the seeds and pulp.
2) Place flesh side down into a baking dish or pan, and surround with water up to 1/2 inch depth.
3) Bake at 450 degrees for 45-60 minutes, until you can easily pierce the skin with a fork.
4) Scoop out the cooked flesh, and puree in a blender or food processor. Refrigerate puree or freeze for later use!
Crustless Pumpkin Pie:
1 cup brown sugar
1 tsp cinnamon
1 1/2 cups cooked pumpkin
1/8 tsp nutmeg
1/2 tsp salt
1 tsp ginger
1/8 tsp cloves
1/2 tsp vanilla
2 eggs
1 1/2 cups milk
1 tbsp cornstarch
1) Mix sugar, ginger, nutmeg, cloves, cinnamon and salt.
2) Add pumpkin and vanilla and mix thoroughly.
3) Separately, beat eggs, then add to the mixture.
4) Add milk and cornstarch and mix.
5) Pour into a greased dish, with or without pastry shell.
6) Sprinkle nutmeg on top.
Bake at 400 degrees for 10 minutes. Reduce heat to 350 or 325 according to your oven for about 45 minutes. Knife in the center should come out clean.
Chocolate Pumpkin Cake:
1 pkg chocolate cake mix
2 cups cooked pumpkin
2 eggs
2 tbsp vegetable oil (or applesauce)
1 container of cream cheese frosting
In large bowl combine the cake mix, pumpkin, egg and oil at medium speed. Pour into a greased 13X9 in dish and spread evenly. Bake at 350 degrees for 35-40 minutes. Let cool, then top with frosting!
Homemade Calzones:
(A fun and YUMMY way to use our garden tomatoes!)
1 pkg thin crust refrigerated pizza dough
1/2 lb cooked ground beef
diced tomatoes
shredded mozzarella cheese
Italian seasoning to taste
1) Spread thin crust dough over a baking sheet as if preparing rectangular pizza, and cut into 6 smaller rectangular pieces of dough. (Cut once down the middle, short-ways. Then cut three times the length of the dough, long-ways.)
2) Evenly distribute ground beef amongst 6 pieces of dough. Spoon ground beef onto one end of the dough piece (Not in the middle. Dough will be folded over later.)
3) Top with shredded cheese and freshly diced tomatoes. Sprinkle with Italian seasoning.
4) Fold dough over and use fingers to press top and bottom pieces of dough to seal.
Bake at 425 degrees for 10 minutes. Makes 6 personal-sized calzones!
Vegetable Beef Soup:
(I usually brown 1 lb of ground beef at a time, so this dish is a perfect follow-up to the Calzones later in the week, as it uses 1/2 lb ground beef.)
1 can diced Italian-styled tomatoes
1 can creamed corn
1 can Veg-all mixed vegetables, drained
1 can beef broth
1/2 lb cooked ground beef
Combine all ingredients and simmer on the stove until heated through! About 6 servings.
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Monday, August 30, 2010
Our Golden Summer
I don't have much of an excuse for taking such an extended blog hiatus, except that with all the busyness that comes from having so many people in one household, I was, well, busy! We weren't really busy in the traditionally understood sense that you would associate with summer. The kids didn't attend any camps. We didn't take any exotic vacations to Yellowstone or the Grand Canyon or even the beach.
Not that we holed up in our house like hermits. We went to Discovery Place a few times which, with it's revamped exhibits, was a big hit with the kids. We went to the pool more times than any other year in my oldest child's existence put together! And, thankfully, while we don't have any swimmers yet, they at least became comfortable with the water and enjoyed playing in it. HUGE progress. Declan and Keller went fishing for the first time (thanks Uncle Casey!) and even caught one or two!
I got to squeeze in two viewings of the Twilight Saga: Eclipse, and I unashamedly wore my Team Edward apparel at the first. I suppose I can't say for certain those feelings were shared by those who attended with me. Perhaps that's why my sisters MET us there and didn't join us until we were already seated in the dark theater. Hmmm...I have to give big points to my husband Mike, though, for seeing the movie BOTH times (when I think he REALLY wanted to see Clash of the Titans in 3D instead) and for listening to the soundtrack all summer whenever we've been in the car together. (I tried to demonstrate my appreciation by renting CoT for him on it's first day in video...)
We also worked in the garden. (Ok, by "we" I mean Mike and the kids. I did other helpful stuff, like clean and cook the harvest.) They picked all kinds of yummy bounty, salad tomatoes, cucumbers, blackberries, raspberries, pumpkins and string beans! The yield DID have some particularly delicious results, as I learned to cook pumpkin, using the puree to make breads, pies and cakes! It was definitely better than anything from the can, and we even had enough berries for a cobbler!
We also occupied our days with some of the less thrilling parts of family life, like potty-training McCrea, which meant, unfortunately for the rest of the kids, that we did spend a couple weeks virtually home bound. They probably FELT like hermits towards the end! Baby Kennedy is now almost six months and has quickly become a pro with solids and spoon, already up to two full feedings of cereal a day!
AND we adopted a dog this month! She's a short-haired black and tan miniature dachshund, about the same age as Kennedy, named Peanut. She has fit right into the family and is getting along with the kids great! Just yesterday she was barking on the porch, and Keller suggested, "Maybe she wants to play with a shovel?" (He really meant it in the nicest way!) She sleeps through the night (which is fantastic, because I really didn't need another "baby" right now.) =) However, she is NOT completely house-trained, so some days I feel a bit like a stalker as I follow her around the house. My "training" days did not end with the close of summer...
Of all the events, big and small, that characterized our summer, I have a feeling the thing my children will most fondly remember when they look back upon this time years from now...was their introduction to...STAR WARS. It is a phenomenon that I cannot understand, and yet, they love it. Some of the funniest quotes of the summer have come from my mesmerized children as they have watched these movies for the first time. From Keller alone, we heard such gems as "Is Chewie a bear?" (Yes. Yes, he is.), "Will Luke regrow his hand?" (One can only hope.) and "Look, it's baby Yoda!" (No, he's just always that small.) Brynnley wants to be Princess Leia, and Declan always pretends to be Darth Vader in their reenactments. (Yes, there are reenactments!) I have tried to reason with them that Darth Vader is ACTUALLY the bad guy, but my rationale cannot trump the apparent "coolness" of the guy in the big black iron lung. (Who doesn't love that helmet, right?) At first, it seemed we might have a fight on our hands as both Declan AND Keller wanted to be Darth Vader for Halloween. I was prepared to point out that you cannot have two Sith apprentices at the same time. (It's ridiculous the kind of tidbits I've picked up in spite of my best efforts to ignore the whole production.) I was fully aware this may result in a duel, but lately Keller has taken to portraying Han Solo during their outdoor expeditions. Problem solved, perhaps? (I don't blame either of them though, both Vader and Han are better than Luke.) Last, unbeknownst to him, they have decreed that McCrea is R2D2, and I think he can pull it off.
So our summer has been filled with light saber fights and ridiculously intricate questions about the motivations of Emperor Palpatine and the physics behind the Jedi feats, to which my husband generally ends up replying, "It's the Force!" They constantly hum the Emperial March, in and out of unison. Even their Lego creations are Walkers and Robots rather than good old cars and buildings! All in all, it was a good summer. Nothing openly special about it. But, to them, I'm sure, it will be remembered that way. It will be their Golden summer. =)
Not that we holed up in our house like hermits. We went to Discovery Place a few times which, with it's revamped exhibits, was a big hit with the kids. We went to the pool more times than any other year in my oldest child's existence put together! And, thankfully, while we don't have any swimmers yet, they at least became comfortable with the water and enjoyed playing in it. HUGE progress. Declan and Keller went fishing for the first time (thanks Uncle Casey!) and even caught one or two!
I got to squeeze in two viewings of the Twilight Saga: Eclipse, and I unashamedly wore my Team Edward apparel at the first. I suppose I can't say for certain those feelings were shared by those who attended with me. Perhaps that's why my sisters MET us there and didn't join us until we were already seated in the dark theater. Hmmm...I have to give big points to my husband Mike, though, for seeing the movie BOTH times (when I think he REALLY wanted to see Clash of the Titans in 3D instead) and for listening to the soundtrack all summer whenever we've been in the car together. (I tried to demonstrate my appreciation by renting CoT for him on it's first day in video...)
We also worked in the garden. (Ok, by "we" I mean Mike and the kids. I did other helpful stuff, like clean and cook the harvest.) They picked all kinds of yummy bounty, salad tomatoes, cucumbers, blackberries, raspberries, pumpkins and string beans! The yield DID have some particularly delicious results, as I learned to cook pumpkin, using the puree to make breads, pies and cakes! It was definitely better than anything from the can, and we even had enough berries for a cobbler!
We also occupied our days with some of the less thrilling parts of family life, like potty-training McCrea, which meant, unfortunately for the rest of the kids, that we did spend a couple weeks virtually home bound. They probably FELT like hermits towards the end! Baby Kennedy is now almost six months and has quickly become a pro with solids and spoon, already up to two full feedings of cereal a day!
AND we adopted a dog this month! She's a short-haired black and tan miniature dachshund, about the same age as Kennedy, named Peanut. She has fit right into the family and is getting along with the kids great! Just yesterday she was barking on the porch, and Keller suggested, "Maybe she wants to play with a shovel?" (He really meant it in the nicest way!) She sleeps through the night (which is fantastic, because I really didn't need another "baby" right now.) =) However, she is NOT completely house-trained, so some days I feel a bit like a stalker as I follow her around the house. My "training" days did not end with the close of summer...
Of all the events, big and small, that characterized our summer, I have a feeling the thing my children will most fondly remember when they look back upon this time years from now...was their introduction to...STAR WARS. It is a phenomenon that I cannot understand, and yet, they love it. Some of the funniest quotes of the summer have come from my mesmerized children as they have watched these movies for the first time. From Keller alone, we heard such gems as "Is Chewie a bear?" (Yes. Yes, he is.), "Will Luke regrow his hand?" (One can only hope.) and "Look, it's baby Yoda!" (No, he's just always that small.) Brynnley wants to be Princess Leia, and Declan always pretends to be Darth Vader in their reenactments. (Yes, there are reenactments!) I have tried to reason with them that Darth Vader is ACTUALLY the bad guy, but my rationale cannot trump the apparent "coolness" of the guy in the big black iron lung. (Who doesn't love that helmet, right?) At first, it seemed we might have a fight on our hands as both Declan AND Keller wanted to be Darth Vader for Halloween. I was prepared to point out that you cannot have two Sith apprentices at the same time. (It's ridiculous the kind of tidbits I've picked up in spite of my best efforts to ignore the whole production.) I was fully aware this may result in a duel, but lately Keller has taken to portraying Han Solo during their outdoor expeditions. Problem solved, perhaps? (I don't blame either of them though, both Vader and Han are better than Luke.) Last, unbeknownst to him, they have decreed that McCrea is R2D2, and I think he can pull it off.
So our summer has been filled with light saber fights and ridiculously intricate questions about the motivations of Emperor Palpatine and the physics behind the Jedi feats, to which my husband generally ends up replying, "It's the Force!" They constantly hum the Emperial March, in and out of unison. Even their Lego creations are Walkers and Robots rather than good old cars and buildings! All in all, it was a good summer. Nothing openly special about it. But, to them, I'm sure, it will be remembered that way. It will be their Golden summer. =)
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Summer Fun?
When you're a kid, you always look forward to summer. It's a hallowed time. It feels like you can spend your time as you wish...it feels free. It seems like there are exciting, new things just around the corner. Even if you had nothing better to do than lounge around all day, it was great, because you COULD. I'm wondering when I lost that feeling? I'm starting to think that is probably NOT how my mother felt about it...because I'm dreading it.
We are a full week away from summer break, and I already feel the weighty oppression of time and expectation. It's not yet 8 am, and I already have whiny, bored children hanging off of me. Since when did "Entertainer of the Year" become part of my job description? What will happen when we add two more children to the mix when school officially ends? We have a few weekend visits planned, but no grand vacations to look forward to...
I'm not looking forward to the complaining when the grandeur of summer freedom fades, and they suddenly discover boredom. I don't have a plan or strategy in place to combat this formidable foe! I must either come up with something creative soon or accept the eventual annihilation of our playroom...or more likely, our home, as the disbursement of toys throughout the house creates a great black hole of chaos from which we may never recover! I'm tired just thinking about it. Preventing the impending self destruction could take all the hours in the day...and that doesn't include the seemingly too-few hours I spend with each child. How to do what is needed as well as, when possible, what is wanted? Lord, grant me patience, or I'm going to be the first one sucked in!
We are a full week away from summer break, and I already feel the weighty oppression of time and expectation. It's not yet 8 am, and I already have whiny, bored children hanging off of me. Since when did "Entertainer of the Year" become part of my job description? What will happen when we add two more children to the mix when school officially ends? We have a few weekend visits planned, but no grand vacations to look forward to...
I'm not looking forward to the complaining when the grandeur of summer freedom fades, and they suddenly discover boredom. I don't have a plan or strategy in place to combat this formidable foe! I must either come up with something creative soon or accept the eventual annihilation of our playroom...or more likely, our home, as the disbursement of toys throughout the house creates a great black hole of chaos from which we may never recover! I'm tired just thinking about it. Preventing the impending self destruction could take all the hours in the day...and that doesn't include the seemingly too-few hours I spend with each child. How to do what is needed as well as, when possible, what is wanted? Lord, grant me patience, or I'm going to be the first one sucked in!
Thursday, May 6, 2010
Truisms of Parenting
1. Your child will be independent as long as it serves their purpose...and helpless otherwise.
2. No matter how quietly you sneak a "treat," they will hear you and come running.
3. Someone will always dislike something about dinner. Yes, even if it's pizza.
4. Someone will need to potty AFTER you have left the house, gotten in the car, loaded the grocery cart...you get the picture.
5. Discipline is funny, until you are the object of it.
6. Their eyes ARE generally bigger than their stomachs.
7. It's never fair.
8. They WILL get dirty, no matter how hard you try to keep them clean, but especially if they are wearing something special or dry clean only.
9. If you leave diapers, wipes or a change of clothes at home...you'll wish you hadn't!
10. If you say, "Don't touch that!"...someone will.
11. Dad is WAY cooler than Mom in pretty much every situation.
12. Whoever thought markers and paints ought to be restricted to paper was obviously a very limited thinker.
13. Sharp things are the objects of GREAT interest.
14. So is fire.
15. They "know" things. And they think they're right, even when presented with indisputable contradictory evidence!
2. No matter how quietly you sneak a "treat," they will hear you and come running.
3. Someone will always dislike something about dinner. Yes, even if it's pizza.
4. Someone will need to potty AFTER you have left the house, gotten in the car, loaded the grocery cart...you get the picture.
5. Discipline is funny, until you are the object of it.
6. Their eyes ARE generally bigger than their stomachs.
7. It's never fair.
8. They WILL get dirty, no matter how hard you try to keep them clean, but especially if they are wearing something special or dry clean only.
9. If you leave diapers, wipes or a change of clothes at home...you'll wish you hadn't!
10. If you say, "Don't touch that!"...someone will.
11. Dad is WAY cooler than Mom in pretty much every situation.
12. Whoever thought markers and paints ought to be restricted to paper was obviously a very limited thinker.
13. Sharp things are the objects of GREAT interest.
14. So is fire.
15. They "know" things. And they think they're right, even when presented with indisputable contradictory evidence!
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Dawn of Dogwood Dale
I was rereading Anne of Green Gables this weekend for the first time since high school, and I remember how I loved her precocious spirit, her propensity for mishaps and her vivid imagination. Once upon a time, I liked to think that I could invent names as fantastic as "Dryad's Bubble," "The White Way of Delight" and "The Lake of Shining Waters." Plus, how awesome would it have been to live in a time when people still named their homesteads? Green Gables just sounded like the homiest, most romantic place imaginable! I also used to envy Anne her gorgeous Titian (red) hair. Even though she disliked it's "carrot" resemblance, I always thought red hair was beautiful (just like my Momma.) =) Unfortunately, it seems the only thing I currently have in common with Anne is her knack for careless cooking. What fan of Anne Shirley could forget the infamous layer cake she meticulously baked for Mrs. Allan, the pastor's wife, only to discover after the horrified reactions of her guests that she had flavored said cake with liniment oil instead of vanilla! Or how Anne unintentionally got her "bosom friend" Dianna Barry drunk on current wine instead of raspberry cordial, because she grabbed the wrong bottle off the pantry shelf!
In this respect, my likeness to Anne started early...either I was not yet a very proficient reader or I was just a thoughtless inhabitant of my own world...but I remember a time when I happily prepared myself what I thought was a bowl of cinnamon applesauce. Only after tasting my concoction did I realize I had actually covered my snack with paprika! It does NOT have the same result, and I do NOT recommend the combination. It's dreadfully awful! I was riddled with guilt over having to dispose of the entire bowl full. It seemed so wasteful! I also remember another guilt-inducing occasion when I rummaged through the refrigerator and took a big swig out of a green bottle which I wrongfully assumed was a soda of some kind, only to quickly discover after the first mouthful that it was NOT any soda I had ever tasted. (I can only assume it was an alcoholic beverage. Serves me right for drinking out of the bottle...and without asking!) I would like to think I had outgrown the tendency for such mishaps...but apparently not.
At the age of 30 I am still doing silly things. This morning I prepared a steak to marinate for dinner tonight. I laid it out in the pan, salt and peppered it and went to the refrigerator to grab the worchetshire sauce. Without looking at the bottle I proceeded to douse the steak with the brown liquid. Only after noting it's suspicious smell did I examine the label...thereby discovering that I had actually marinated our dinner with Soy Sauce, whose bottle was unfortunately close to the other on the refrigerator shelf. To what should we attribute my carelessness? We could be charitable and ascribe it to the mental to-do list over an arm's length constantly running through my head. Or is it just a natural inclination? Sigh...
Worse yet, I put it in the fridge anyway, hoping it would turn out alright and, perhaps, have a slight Asian flavor to it. After a half hour or so, I started to worriedly think better of it and, after consulting with my mother (the other redhead in my life), I decided to rinse the steak off and start over. So, there I was, rinsing the steak in the sink and hoping that the combination of all these competing and not-so compatible liquids would still result in an edible dinner tonight. It remains to be seen...
So if Anne Shirley can be Anne of Green Gables, I will indulge my fondness for romanticism and alliteration and will be Dawn of Dogwood Dale for the day, since I happen to have a particularly nice collection of dogwood trees scattered about my yard. And, hopefully, this will be my only mishap of the day and will have gotten it out of the way early. Hopefully...but not likely!
In this respect, my likeness to Anne started early...either I was not yet a very proficient reader or I was just a thoughtless inhabitant of my own world...but I remember a time when I happily prepared myself what I thought was a bowl of cinnamon applesauce. Only after tasting my concoction did I realize I had actually covered my snack with paprika! It does NOT have the same result, and I do NOT recommend the combination. It's dreadfully awful! I was riddled with guilt over having to dispose of the entire bowl full. It seemed so wasteful! I also remember another guilt-inducing occasion when I rummaged through the refrigerator and took a big swig out of a green bottle which I wrongfully assumed was a soda of some kind, only to quickly discover after the first mouthful that it was NOT any soda I had ever tasted. (I can only assume it was an alcoholic beverage. Serves me right for drinking out of the bottle...and without asking!) I would like to think I had outgrown the tendency for such mishaps...but apparently not.
At the age of 30 I am still doing silly things. This morning I prepared a steak to marinate for dinner tonight. I laid it out in the pan, salt and peppered it and went to the refrigerator to grab the worchetshire sauce. Without looking at the bottle I proceeded to douse the steak with the brown liquid. Only after noting it's suspicious smell did I examine the label...thereby discovering that I had actually marinated our dinner with Soy Sauce, whose bottle was unfortunately close to the other on the refrigerator shelf. To what should we attribute my carelessness? We could be charitable and ascribe it to the mental to-do list over an arm's length constantly running through my head. Or is it just a natural inclination? Sigh...
Worse yet, I put it in the fridge anyway, hoping it would turn out alright and, perhaps, have a slight Asian flavor to it. After a half hour or so, I started to worriedly think better of it and, after consulting with my mother (the other redhead in my life), I decided to rinse the steak off and start over. So, there I was, rinsing the steak in the sink and hoping that the combination of all these competing and not-so compatible liquids would still result in an edible dinner tonight. It remains to be seen...
So if Anne Shirley can be Anne of Green Gables, I will indulge my fondness for romanticism and alliteration and will be Dawn of Dogwood Dale for the day, since I happen to have a particularly nice collection of dogwood trees scattered about my yard. And, hopefully, this will be my only mishap of the day and will have gotten it out of the way early. Hopefully...but not likely!
Thursday, April 15, 2010
Riding in Cars with Boys
This is just a sampling of the discussions going on between my boys today:
Keller: "Don't mess with velociraptors. They'll eat you." (Sage advice indeed.)
Me: "So, where do you have chapel?" Declan: "We have it upstairs. It's upstairs because it's like we're rising up to heaven. It's good for praising God." (So the closer the better? I've heard that argument before, Babel.)
Declan: "I'm the fastest kid in my class." Keller: "Are you faster than [your teacher]?" Declan: "Well, yah, 'cause she's HUGE. She's like THIS big!" (arms extended) Me: "Declan, do you think those were kind words?" Declan: "Yah. I didn't say she was fat!"
Declan (to Keller): "If you want, I'll let you put my stinky socks in the laundry tonight..."
Someone could write a pretty funny screenplay with some of this stuff...Like "The Office," but in a family. The one liners are just priceless!
Keller: "Don't mess with velociraptors. They'll eat you." (Sage advice indeed.)
Me: "So, where do you have chapel?" Declan: "We have it upstairs. It's upstairs because it's like we're rising up to heaven. It's good for praising God." (So the closer the better? I've heard that argument before, Babel.)
Declan: "I'm the fastest kid in my class." Keller: "Are you faster than [your teacher]?" Declan: "Well, yah, 'cause she's HUGE. She's like THIS big!" (arms extended) Me: "Declan, do you think those were kind words?" Declan: "Yah. I didn't say she was fat!"
Declan (to Keller): "If you want, I'll let you put my stinky socks in the laundry tonight..."
Someone could write a pretty funny screenplay with some of this stuff...Like "The Office," but in a family. The one liners are just priceless!
Monday, April 12, 2010
About a Boy
There's something special about a boy. Little boys in particular. They can simultaneously drive you crazy with their antics and make your heart leap with their smile. Life with a boy is an everyday roller coaster ride of adventure, and I was thinking about it this morning after another of McCrea's surprises. With two older brothers before him, I'm not really surprised anymore, so to speak, but I am sometimes amazed at the new heights of fun and mischief we can reach...
I was still taking care of the baby this morning while Mike brought the kids downstairs to start breakfast. About five minutes later I hear Mike exclaim, "McCrea, why are you naked?! Where's your diaper?" I wonder to myself how this went without notice. How tired must Mike have been to bring a half-naked baby downstairs without skipping a beat? =) (Another boy thing?) Anyway, he treks back upstairs to access the damage and announces on his return that McCrea must have removed his pajamas and diaper shortly after laying down the night before...and slept that way...the rest of the night. Oh joy! It's not yet 7 am but we've already got two loads of laundry to do. Life with a boy!
Which gets me thinking of all the other fun parts about life with a boy, like the ceaseless energy, fearlessness or the incessant curiosity...how he wants to be part of the family and insists on having his plate filled with everything his siblings have, only to eat less than half of it. Or how he loves hot dogs, grapes and bananas one day, while they are anathema the next! Or how he helped himself to a box of yogurt covered raisins this morning not ten minutes after breakfast was over. Have you ever seen a bottom-less pit? I have. I'll introduce you sometime.
Or how they always look like they've been in a cage fight. He currently has a constellation of bruises across his forehead, a black eye and two scratches to seal the deal. And it's not like he plans to slow down...he likes to stand on his toy motorcycle, climb on the table, walk down the stairs like a "big boy," fall off the couch (head first, of course) and yesterday I discovered him 3/4 of the way up the ladder into our over one-story high tree house after I'd turned my back briefly to chat with a neighbor! With a boy you pretty much reconcile yourself to never getting an unblemished photograph. There will always be battle scars. You can accept it as one of the marks of boyhood and cherish the memories they represent...or you can be prepared with a bottle of concealer (assuming they'd let you slather them up with it) and the money for touch-up fees. I tried it once. It wasn't worth the effort! =)
All the things that blow my mind, also make me stop and laugh. Like the way he climbs on me like a monkey to give a hug. Or how he tries so hard to help me clean up that I find things that AREN'T trash in the trash can...only to turn around and find him eating old cereal out of the pile I just swept. And the way he absolutely loves to brush his teeth. If I can't find him, he's probably in the bathroom, either playing with his tooth brush or flushing the potty. Just for fun, because he likes how it sounds, and he knows that "big boys" do it. (Of course, it's also possible that he will be playing IN the potty. It IS a very cool resevoir of water, you know...) But I also love how he gets insanely excited over balloons, sirens, tractors and fire. (Yes, fire. He's a boy remember.) He practically dances! Then there's the way he brings his baby sister her blanket and pacifier whenever he hears her cry, because he is already such a good big brother and loves her. It melts my heart!
Boys are so precious. They have the uncanny ability to wear you out...and make you love them for it. It's a virtually unexplainable contradiction. When you have one...then you'll understand. =)
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