Saturday, January 31, 2009
We have officialy survived our second winter storm. Brigham and Hunter don't know they're supposed to be miserable. They have gone outside to play every chance they've gotten. I really don't know where they get that. Not from me. It's just a kid thing I guess.
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Look at these pictures, then click on the link to watch a commercial:
So cute from the front too:
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
1. This actually combines two favorites, paper arts and the color pink. I love to have my hands busy and need to be creative or my brain gets mushy feeling, not to mention grouchy. I also love the color pink, and I've noticed over the years that the more males there are in my life, the more I love pink.
2.Edamame. Love it! That makes me sound like a bit of a granola cruncher, and you all know I am so NOT a granola cruncher, but I do love edamame. Cheesecake Factory has an edamame appetizer that can't be beat: it's really good and it's only about $4.50.
3. Diamonds. Might as well be oxygen to me. You know that part of Wall-e where the robot finds the box, takes out the ring, tosses it into the rubbish and keeps the box? I cry every time and then make my family back up the movie to right before he tosses the ring so I can be happy again. (Not really... but I think about it.) This is my dream ring. Has been for years. It's a Tiffany round brilliant with two pear shaped side stones in platinum. It's not too showy, you could wear it everyday and it's timeless, not to mentioned remarkably affordable: the 2 carat one starts at a very reasonable $35,500.
4. M&Ms. I was potty trained using M&Ms and I have often wondered over the years if I potty trained well because I love M&Ms so much or if I love M&Ms so much because at a very early age good behavior was rewarded with them. (Which came first, the chicken or the egg...?)
I always have M&Ms on hand. In high school my friends could ask me for some at any given time and I could usually pull at least two kinds out of my backpack. I have recently discovered that I really like refrigerated plain M&Ms. I discovered this because the M&Ms I had in my car froze.
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
So yesterday I was angry. Really angry. Like if I had a cinder block wall, all the dishes would have been smashed against it kind of angry. Not having a cinder block wall, or my own dishes for that matter, I settled for junk food. After eating almost an entire Hershey's with almonds bar (the really big kind you find in the candy aisle, not the pansy ones in the checkout lane) and Fritos and bean dip, I decided to class up my emotional eating with some gourmet cupcakes.
Last week at the airport I bought this month's MS Living, which is devoted to cupcakes--a personal favorite of mine.
The recipe for Brown Sugar Pound Cake Cupcakes with Brown Butter Glaze caught my eye.
Braving the approaching ice storm, I inched along behind a sand truck, past an 8-car accident, across an icy bridge to the grocery store for the necessary ingredients. I tell you that so you understand how intent I was on making these very cupcakes.
Let me just say that the batter was superb. Fluffy, creamy, smooth and tasty...I could have eaten the whole bowl. And I probably should have. I put the cupcakes in the oven and spent the next 25 minutes planning my move into the world of gourmet cupcakes. A posh and trendy cupcake bakery where I would make world-renowned cupcakes for all to enjoy and eat emotionally...In my head I was drafting the blog post where we would have a contest to name said bakery.
No need. While out of sight in the oven that perfectly fluffy, creamy, smooth and tasty batter turned into absolutely nothing special. I don't know how it happened, I just know that it did. Right at this moment there is a whole platter of them on the counter in the kitchen and I am having to exercise not even an ounce of control to keep from eating them. So sad. And slightly tragic. And definitely not a very indulgent way to cap off a day of emotional eating...Now where's the rest of that candy bar?
Saturday, January 24, 2009
(Incidentally, both Brigham and Hunter went to sleep last night with a pair of red lips in the middle of their foreheads. Brigham just noticed his. "Uh, mom, I noticed you left a red mark on my head last night...")
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Many of my friends and family have wanted to know what they can do for me since Matt died. Well, I'm calling in a favor: all you friends and family in Utah, please go see Mark's movie! It's showing Saturday Jan. 24th at noon at the SCERA Center for the Arts in Orem. It's only $4.00 to get in. If you've been to the movies lately you know that's a bargain. He needs the theater to be filled. So I mean it, GO!
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
I found this cute note from Brigham on the door as I came home from the airport last night. I couldn't get a picture that didn't include my reflection. It's artistic--has underlying meaning. Not really.
Then when I came in, this was rolled up on the floor. It's a picture of me and Brigham and Hunter hugging. Either baby Seth isn't capable of hugging or he didn't miss me enough to make it into the picture.
Amid squeals of "Mom came back to live with us!" from Hunter, the boys showed me a cake they made (with much help from Aunt Ami) for me. It was explained to Hunter several times that it was a welcome home cake, not a birthday cake, but he never caught on. He's still saying "We finished your birthday!" and "We made you a birthday!"
Friday, January 16, 2009
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
I don't know what you think about the picture, but they're even better than they look. So I had to cut and paste the recipe for you all. (Thanks Becky!)
1 (16.5 oz) roll refrigerated chocolate chip cookie dough
1 c butterscotch morsels
1 c chopped pecans
1/2 c butter
1/2 c packed brown sugar
1 (12.25 oz) jar caramel ice-cream topping
1 c quick oats
1 c semisweet chocolate chips
Preheat oven to 350. Line a 13x9 pan with aluminum foil, letting edges of foil hang over sides of pan. Spray foil with nonstick spray. Press cookie dough evenly into bottom of prepared pan, completely covering foil. Sprinkle evenly with butterscotch chips and pecans. In a small saucepan, melt butter over medium-low heat. Stir in brown sugar and caramel. Bring to a boil over medium-high heat; boil for 1 minute. Remove from heat; stir in oats. Pour butter mixtures evenly over pecans. Sprinkle with chocolate chips. Bake for 25-28 minutes, or until edges are golden brown; cool completely. Cut into bars and enjoy!
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
He pointed up at the sky in front of us where the sun was again peeking through the clouds. "I think it will look like that."
Maybe, huh? Sweet kid.
Monday, January 12, 2009
I have now spent the better part of the day trying to get that picture from my phone onto my laptop. I finally realized that I needed to install some software to my laptop and I would be good to go. Imagine my excitement at the prospect of being able to solve my problem myself! I dug through my boxes in the garage, found my Blackberry box and retrieved the disk. By this time I was really feeling good about my ability to be self-sufficient. I stuck the disk in and began the installation process.
Hours of my life that I will never get back have since gone by. The software is installed, but it doesn't work. (I know it's not the software as much as it is the installer.) I have spent the bulk of my day trying to solve this problem and 7 1/2 hours after the picture was taken, it remains on my phone where it began. So no cute moment post for the blog today and I am incredibly frustrated. I GIVE UP! Forget the Blackberry, just give me a tin can with a string hanging out.
Saturday, January 10, 2009
Friday, January 9, 2009
Thursday, January 8, 2009
You don't have to admit it, but I will. I have googled my name before. It's fascinating what comes up sometimes. (Except for the news footage of me talking about the accident. That is not fascinating, it is horrifying. No matter what someone else tells you, NEVER do news spots when you are 8 months pregnant with a large baby and you don't have any eye makeup on. You will regret it for the rest of your life, I promise.) Yesterday was the 4 month mark since Matt died. I like to keep up on what's being said about him out there, so I googled his name. Now before I elaborate at all about what I found, please keep in mind that in that accident 4 months ago I lost my husband, not my sense of humor.
You're probably wondering why it's funny. I would be happy to tell you. It's funny because it's plagiarized! Mayor Berman (or an assistant perhaps? Let's hope?) took half of what he put in this post word for word from the obituary my brother in law wrote for Matt! Now, my dear friends, please don't go getting all up in Mayor Berman's face about it. Just laugh. In a wide-eyed-are-you-kidding-me sort of way, It's funny.
But really. Isn't there a Gilbert mayoral election coming up soon?
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
A British poet once said, "The EYES have one language everywhere. " Isn't that so true? I've been studying my little people's eyes.
Sunday, January 4, 2009
Taking one look at him, my sister got these lyrics stuck in her head:
Is this the coolest baby or what?! He's totally Matt's kid.
Saturday, January 3, 2009
This is what constitutes "happy holidays" for Brigham:
Hunter's version of the Nativity Story:
Brigham and Hunter were asleep by 7:30 pm. Seth rang in the New Year with the grands. Don't mind the nasty bib, his face was just too cute to not post: