The grand trip has kicked off. The Grand Trip of Family Togetherness. In other words, 7 of us all in our van together for 10 hours. We met up for May's concert. Then to kick off, we loaded our van with Grandma & Grandpa's stuff at the peak of low blood sugar. And headed off to Panera. Though it was a challenge, I'm happy to say that those first five minutes with all of us in the van went okay. And then we'd fueled up with dinner so life could run smoothly at least until the first call of dying-of-thirst. (-: All in together. We fit without luggage rack bag. Going to get to our hotel about 11.
We left late in the day, after May 9.11 performed in a concert that was the end of her week of youth choir camp. So we hadn't really gone far before we were approaching and passing bedtime. Not surprisingly, the day had been hectic and exhausting, so Rose 3.7 was tired. Spitz and Grandpa were singing to her. They sing lots of folk songs and silly kids songs. They started in on some classic about the hole in the bottom of the sea. You know, the one filled with a log that has on it a bump and then on the bump is a frog, with a wart.... Ruth 7.2 yelled, "reality check!"
Rose says, "I'm tired!" over and over in a completely unreasonable tone. Tell her to close her eyes and rest. She says, "I'm still tired." Grandpa and Spitz sing. She says, "I'm still tired." Keep singing. 10 pm and she's holding on due to a late afternoon nap. And Grandpa is still singing. And now the complaints of I'm tired are straight out yells. That's a good sign she will soon drop off. Goodnight, lovey.
Saturday, August 06, 2011
Preparation to Leave
Last Friday (a week ago), we were preparing to head out of town for a last trip of the summer to Washington D.C. The lack of wifi at our D.C. hotel kept me from keeping my weekly blog post goal last weekend, but I wrote posts offline. So, here we will catch up and also have my first guest blog - an event written up by May 9.11.
On our last afternoon before leaving (we left home in the evening), we were packing and preparing. Spitz gave Rose 3.7 a snack of yogurt when she moaned that she was hungry. She's always, always hungry. When she ate only half of it, Spitz asked if she was done. She said, "I'm going to save it for tomorrow." "But we won't be here tomorrow," answered Spitz. She responded, "Then I'm going to save it for yesterday."
On our last afternoon before leaving (we left home in the evening), we were packing and preparing. Spitz gave Rose 3.7 a snack of yogurt when she moaned that she was hungry. She's always, always hungry. When she ate only half of it, Spitz asked if she was done. She said, "I'm going to save it for tomorrow." "But we won't be here tomorrow," answered Spitz. She responded, "Then I'm going to save it for yesterday."
Saturday, July 23, 2011
Best and Worst Moments of the Week
- Detected a wireless network with my ipod touch named "Stay off my network" - wish I'd noticed whether it was secured or not before we drove on.
- Ruth 7.2 caught a crawfish.
- Learned that if you hold a 3-year-old dangling in mid-air and aim her feet wide and to the sky, she can pee in a very nice arc just like a little boy into the weeds while out on a hike.
- Got the news that my 14-year-old, tortoiseshell kitty cat has the beginning stages of renal failure.
- Grilled a zucchini grown in our very own back yard and tossed it with basil, home-grown tomatoes, chicken and pasta. Mmmmm.
- Ate many more s'mores (cooked by my girls) than I should have
- Sat on I-71S. Like sat. In park.
- Got a clean bill of health on Rose 3.6's teeth from the dentist.
- Had two days without our girls and went out to 2 lovely restaurants, enjoyed Homerama and a movie just us adults. Missed our sweeties.
- Saw the joy light the face of Rose 3.6 when she woke up from her nap long enough to recognize me after two days away and exclaimed happily, "Mommy!" and then went back to sleep for another 2 hours.
Sunday, July 17, 2011
Marshmallow in her hair
I’ve had a first happen to me last night. My children came to me and asked, “Can we please take a shower? We’re dirty!” And it was so true. May 9.10 even had marshmallow in her hair. They came by that dirt very honestly. We’re visiting a state park in Ohio with a multitude of relatives. Grandma and Grandpa have their camper and so do aunts, uncles, cousins. There are a few tents, including the one we brought just as a play tent for the kids to use (that they are loving!).
And kids… many, lots of, tons of, swarms of kids! It’s really awesome to have so many. My family has reached a stage where most of my cousins have little ones. There are a few in the ballpark of 10 years old and there are dozens that are more like 2-6. We are situated in a piece of the campgrounds where 2 roads form a T and we have one corner below the T and part of the area above it. A trio of campers forms and open area and fire pit surrounded by tents, a hammock, picnic tables and woods that sort of hems in the little ones, but there are constant dashes to grab the toddler from crossing the road, which thankfully isn’t too busy. And all the cars know the whole campgrounds (not just us) is swarmed with kids. The compound we form has several picnic tables, corn hole thingies (what to call those?), lawn chairs, big wheels, squirt guns, etc. And this is an annual ritual that we’ve enjoyed for several years with our children.
So, they earned the dirt by throwing water balloons, running around the playground just up the street whose main attraction is a merry-go-round that some kids sit (and hold on for dear life) and other kids run around pushing and then make mad jumps to board. For the second evening in a row, the fire was used to roast marshmallows for s’mores (hence the marshmallow in the hair thing).
When I was a child, this same side of my family always went to a state park for a week each summer and rented cabins. We’d have a whole cul-de-sac of cabins that were all my relatives and we’d get together nightly in the center after each long day of swimming, playing cards, riding bikes…. I have fabulous memories of those trips. I remember big family pot lucks at the end of each week to finish off all the odds and ends of food that each family had left before we’d pull out and head for home on Saturday morning. I remember bicycle races. I remember euchre tournaments until very, very past bedtime. There were trips into town to find the local ice cream place – trips where we rode to the shop in the back of a pickup truck, freezing because we’d all hopped straight out of a pool to go. It was our favorite time each year.
So, even though this isn’t exactly the same (the cabins which were pretty rough back then have been modernized to have a/c, phones, luxuries that now make them more expensive than my extended family can afford, so we’ve switched to the campgrounds), my heart thrills to think that my children will have some of the same memories that I have. And their memories will also include a nightly shower in the camp bathhouse to make them at least somewhat suitable to meet the sheets on the beds in grandma’s camper!
Saturday, July 09, 2011
Will it stick?
Someone told me this week that they miss my blogging. Wow, haven't done that in a while. I enjoy it, but it seems to get dropped to the wayside just when there is so much that I could be writing about! I'm pondering setting a goal to blog once per week. But if I set a goal and flop, that would be more disappointing.
Why is life so full? I really think that if it starts to slow down, I unconsciously find stuff to fill it. I've got 2 part time jobs now, both paid, thankfully. I enjoy them both, but feel like sometime soon I'm going to have to choose one or the other since they both could evolve into full time jobs. And I definitely can't hold 2 of those! (You know, on top of the full time job of 3 daughters!)
So, here's just a snapshot of a few of the things I've been doing and some of my daughters' snippets.
May 9.10 and I finished a 4 week class on cake decorating. That can seriously wear you out. I've made more icing and cakes in the last month than I had in several years before. There were some cool things. I really like making leaves and very simple flowers. The shell border was simple, yet makes a cake look so much more polished. Love the new cake turntable I got that lets the cake spin as you decorate. But it led to my big Ooops for the week. I was washing the little metal decorating tips on Wednesday afternoon and accidentally dropped one in the sink. Didn't realize it until the disposal ran and crunched it and got stuck with it over one of the metal bladey things (technical term (-;). Spitz and some pliers and flashlights came to my rescue and got it out without a visit from the plumber!
This is my cake from the final session. No real planning went into this. Just random flowers we worked on that night. But I definitely prefer the taste of the chocolate buttercream to the regular. Of course, none of the buttercream icing we were using in this class actually had butter. I'm going to have to play with icing recipes and see if I can decorate with something that has real butter. I'd much rather have taste than perfectly hardened little flowers!
Rose 3.6 said earlier this week (riding along in the car), "Mommy, when I cover my ears, can you still hear the music?"
Ruth 7.1 went off to church camp most of this week with grandma. So, for about 4 days we had only 2 girls. The change is really amazing. So much simpler to have 2 - not outnumbered, lower volume, etc. We like to read at bedtime, and we could actually break out, one of us with each. Smoother evening all around. Of course, it's more than just nice to have her back.
Okay, heading out to get bedtime snacks. Let's see if this once a week thing sticks.
Why is life so full? I really think that if it starts to slow down, I unconsciously find stuff to fill it. I've got 2 part time jobs now, both paid, thankfully. I enjoy them both, but feel like sometime soon I'm going to have to choose one or the other since they both could evolve into full time jobs. And I definitely can't hold 2 of those! (You know, on top of the full time job of 3 daughters!)
So, here's just a snapshot of a few of the things I've been doing and some of my daughters' snippets.
May 9.10 and I finished a 4 week class on cake decorating. That can seriously wear you out. I've made more icing and cakes in the last month than I had in several years before. There were some cool things. I really like making leaves and very simple flowers. The shell border was simple, yet makes a cake look so much more polished. Love the new cake turntable I got that lets the cake spin as you decorate. But it led to my big Ooops for the week. I was washing the little metal decorating tips on Wednesday afternoon and accidentally dropped one in the sink. Didn't realize it until the disposal ran and crunched it and got stuck with it over one of the metal bladey things (technical term (-;). Spitz and some pliers and flashlights came to my rescue and got it out without a visit from the plumber!
This is my cake from the final session. No real planning went into this. Just random flowers we worked on that night. But I definitely prefer the taste of the chocolate buttercream to the regular. Of course, none of the buttercream icing we were using in this class actually had butter. I'm going to have to play with icing recipes and see if I can decorate with something that has real butter. I'd much rather have taste than perfectly hardened little flowers!
Rose 3.6 said earlier this week (riding along in the car), "Mommy, when I cover my ears, can you still hear the music?"
Ruth 7.1 went off to church camp most of this week with grandma. So, for about 4 days we had only 2 girls. The change is really amazing. So much simpler to have 2 - not outnumbered, lower volume, etc. We like to read at bedtime, and we could actually break out, one of us with each. Smoother evening all around. Of course, it's more than just nice to have her back.
Okay, heading out to get bedtime snacks. Let's see if this once a week thing sticks.
Monday, May 10, 2010
I've walked into a picture.
You know you've seen it, too. At least one oil painting or scenic picture of rows of boats with sails across water or lined up at docks on beautiful water with sunsets in the background. Or maybe they were next to a large beach house with a wooden dinghy on shore.
We got to Nantucket on Saturday late afternoon after traveling by plane and car and ferry all day. And it is so beautiful, just as awesome as the photos. I actually said to Spitz, "I can't believe I'm actually seeing this. We're really here."
Yes, he's a doctor, but I don't think we are quite in the social category of the normal visitor. My sister and I got to wander the shops for a bit today. The first one had camisoles that were $95 and gorgeous nighties for only $270. Sticker shock. And everything is like that. We saw very cute sundresses for my 2-year-old that were only $65. Not going to happen. It's nice to window shop, but we'll be heading to the wharf for the Nantucket t-shirts and hoodies for our souvenirs!
So, it's nice to have the chance to come here once (courtesy of a donation of a week's stay in a fabulous historic home that we then purchased at a charity auction for a small portion of its normal rental).
We got to Nantucket on Saturday late afternoon after traveling by plane and car and ferry all day. And it is so beautiful, just as awesome as the photos. I actually said to Spitz, "I can't believe I'm actually seeing this. We're really here."
Yes, he's a doctor, but I don't think we are quite in the social category of the normal visitor. My sister and I got to wander the shops for a bit today. The first one had camisoles that were $95 and gorgeous nighties for only $270. Sticker shock. And everything is like that. We saw very cute sundresses for my 2-year-old that were only $65. Not going to happen. It's nice to window shop, but we'll be heading to the wharf for the Nantucket t-shirts and hoodies for our souvenirs!
So, it's nice to have the chance to come here once (courtesy of a donation of a week's stay in a fabulous historic home that we then purchased at a charity auction for a small portion of its normal rental).
Monday, November 23, 2009
Cranberry Orange Scones
I've never made scones before. It was a fun adventure because the recipe was simple so Rose 1.10 was able to add all the ingredients except the eggs (I just am not quite that brave!). They turned out yummy. And the girls didn't care all that much for them so there were more for me!
I like them enough that I am going to make them for Thanksgiving Day breakfast while we are at my mom's and give her a break from cooking that morning. Well, a break from breakfast anyway. (-:
Cranberry Orange Scones
2 c flour
10 t. sugar (divided)
1 T grated orange peel
2 t. baking powder
1/2 t. salt
1/4 t. baking soda
1/3 c cold butter
1 c dried cranberries
1/4 c orange juice
1/4 c half-and-half cream
1 egg
1 T milk
Glaze: 1/2 c confectioner's sugar
1 T orange juice
Combine flour, 7 t. sugar, orange peel, baking powder, salt and baking soda. Cut in butter until resembles coarse crumbs.
In another bowl, combine cranberries, orange juice, cream and egg. Add to flour mixture and stir until soft dough forms.
On floured surface, gently knead 6-8 times. Pat into an 8-in circle. Cut into 10 wedges. Place on ungreased cookie sheet. Brush with milk. Sprinkle with remaining sugar.
Bake at 400 for 12-15 minutes or until lightly browned. Drizzle with glaze.
Oh, and I'm taking pity on the girls who didn't like them and will also be making cinnamon muffins that morning, too.
I like them enough that I am going to make them for Thanksgiving Day breakfast while we are at my mom's and give her a break from cooking that morning. Well, a break from breakfast anyway. (-:
Cranberry Orange Scones
2 c flour
10 t. sugar (divided)
1 T grated orange peel
2 t. baking powder
1/2 t. salt
1/4 t. baking soda
1/3 c cold butter
1 c dried cranberries
1/4 c orange juice
1/4 c half-and-half cream
1 egg
1 T milk
Glaze: 1/2 c confectioner's sugar
1 T orange juice
Combine flour, 7 t. sugar, orange peel, baking powder, salt and baking soda. Cut in butter until resembles coarse crumbs.
In another bowl, combine cranberries, orange juice, cream and egg. Add to flour mixture and stir until soft dough forms.
On floured surface, gently knead 6-8 times. Pat into an 8-in circle. Cut into 10 wedges. Place on ungreased cookie sheet. Brush with milk. Sprinkle with remaining sugar.
Bake at 400 for 12-15 minutes or until lightly browned. Drizzle with glaze.
Oh, and I'm taking pity on the girls who didn't like them and will also be making cinnamon muffins that morning, too.
Friday, November 06, 2009
Family Manager
That's the perfect description! I've been struggling forever with using the description Stay-at-home-mom because it's just not accurate. I have had a part time job for years, albeit a volunteer one. But if you aren't paid for a job, it feels wrong to claim it. So, I wasn't a SahM, but I wasn't really employed either.
And now I'm definitely employed at Spitz' office (they give me paychecks!), but the hours are so sporadic, it still feels odd to say I'm an employee there. But I can't really claim SahM status anymore for sure. So, I'm in limbo.
But then, came across the label Family Manager. That is my primary purpose in life. Doesn't matter that I also put in some hours here and there at partial employment/volunteerism. Family Manager is a very appropriate title.
And now I'm definitely employed at Spitz' office (they give me paychecks!), but the hours are so sporadic, it still feels odd to say I'm an employee there. But I can't really claim SahM status anymore for sure. So, I'm in limbo.
But then, came across the label Family Manager. That is my primary purpose in life. Doesn't matter that I also put in some hours here and there at partial employment/volunteerism. Family Manager is a very appropriate title.
Thursday, November 05, 2009
Dermatomyositis
Not eczema.
What I have is an auto-immune disease called Dermatomyositis. I can't even swear that I spelled that right, but I can show you all over my hands what it looks like. So far, I only have the skin problems -- my immune system is trying to destroy my skin. It's mostly inconvenient, sore, ugly. But if I start to get the other symptoms, it can be bad.
Like... my immune system might start going after my muscles. That's pretty much not good since your heart and diaphragm are muscles, too. And the muscle enzymes that then enter your blood mess with other organs. Possibly, it might start on my lungs. Seriously bad - transplant bad. Oh, and 25%-40% of the time, this disease is found in someone with cancer or who develops cancer soon after. Graaaaayytt.
I've had a lot of medical tests (it's a toss up whether the 75 minute MRI or the colonoscopy was the worst) and will continue to have a lot of medical tests. So far, no cancer. So far, the lung test is clear. And my last tests had fewer muscle enzymes than the early tests. But my muscles ache nonstop (no one knows why, but assumes it's all part of the lovely dermatomyositis package). And I can never go out in the sun again. Nope, no picnics, no car washes, no fairs, no days at the beach. *sigh*
But, for now, it's mostly a major inconvenience and other than being too sore to operate clothing latches behind me or being able to stand floss wrapping around my fingers while I clean my teeth, life can go on as normal. At least, indoors.
What I have is an auto-immune disease called Dermatomyositis. I can't even swear that I spelled that right, but I can show you all over my hands what it looks like. So far, I only have the skin problems -- my immune system is trying to destroy my skin. It's mostly inconvenient, sore, ugly. But if I start to get the other symptoms, it can be bad.
Like... my immune system might start going after my muscles. That's pretty much not good since your heart and diaphragm are muscles, too. And the muscle enzymes that then enter your blood mess with other organs. Possibly, it might start on my lungs. Seriously bad - transplant bad. Oh, and 25%-40% of the time, this disease is found in someone with cancer or who develops cancer soon after. Graaaaayytt.
I've had a lot of medical tests (it's a toss up whether the 75 minute MRI or the colonoscopy was the worst) and will continue to have a lot of medical tests. So far, no cancer. So far, the lung test is clear. And my last tests had fewer muscle enzymes than the early tests. But my muscles ache nonstop (no one knows why, but assumes it's all part of the lovely dermatomyositis package). And I can never go out in the sun again. Nope, no picnics, no car washes, no fairs, no days at the beach. *sigh*
But, for now, it's mostly a major inconvenience and other than being too sore to operate clothing latches behind me or being able to stand floss wrapping around my fingers while I clean my teeth, life can go on as normal. At least, indoors.
Friday, August 14, 2009
I wish I had eczema.
School has started again, at least for some of us, and so I'm finding a bit of time to return to the blog. I've missed it. Thought about post topics over and over, but never found myself at the keyboard to share them with the world. Or the three people who might follow this blog. Whichever.
So, some brief blogbits:
Ruth 5.3 informed us this morning that listening to daddy stories (recorded bedtime stories told by her father over the last 2.5 years that are all on computer and she can start and listen to at will) is better than cereal and better than having a little sister.
Yesterday, I caught Rose 1.7 dipping May 7.11's favorite stuffed animal (a squirrel named Ava) into the toilet. And I lost the hardest parent battle and just laughed and laughed.
Been crazy busy in the last few weeks as we chew our fingernails and pray for the last of the construction on Ruth's Montessori school to wrap up. It failed one inspection and then the second was canceled because the work wasn't done. 2 days of school have been canceled. The inspection happens today. If it passes, the elementary kids can start Monday. Then if the daycare license inspection can happen Monday, the younger kids can start on Tuesday. So, Ruth's Kindergarten year is starting a bit late. Hopefully, she will officially be a Kindergartener on Tuesday!
And, on Tuesday, I had a biopsy taken of the skin on my right hand that had a weird rash and the results, while only being partly finished and not conclusive, are not cheerful. If only it were eczema as first thought.
So, some brief blogbits:
Ruth 5.3 informed us this morning that listening to daddy stories (recorded bedtime stories told by her father over the last 2.5 years that are all on computer and she can start and listen to at will) is better than cereal and better than having a little sister.
Yesterday, I caught Rose 1.7 dipping May 7.11's favorite stuffed animal (a squirrel named Ava) into the toilet. And I lost the hardest parent battle and just laughed and laughed.
Been crazy busy in the last few weeks as we chew our fingernails and pray for the last of the construction on Ruth's Montessori school to wrap up. It failed one inspection and then the second was canceled because the work wasn't done. 2 days of school have been canceled. The inspection happens today. If it passes, the elementary kids can start Monday. Then if the daycare license inspection can happen Monday, the younger kids can start on Tuesday. So, Ruth's Kindergarten year is starting a bit late. Hopefully, she will officially be a Kindergartener on Tuesday!
And, on Tuesday, I had a biopsy taken of the skin on my right hand that had a weird rash and the results, while only being partly finished and not conclusive, are not cheerful. If only it were eczema as first thought.
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Thursday Routine
Nothing going on today much.
I was driving along this morning with a cd playing and the rain pelting the roof of my van. I could just hear enough from the far back seat to know that there was some disagreement going on. Ruth 5.1 yelled up to me, "May is being really mean!" to which May 7.10 replied, "I just said she looks really cute when she's mad!" Sometimes it's really hard to keep a straight face.
Rose 1.5 is getting so grown up. And her language has just shot forward since she got her tubes in. Next week at her post-surgery followup appointment, I expect to find out her hearing (which was still in a normal range before) has gotten so much better.
May 7.10 decided a few weeks ago that she is ready to be baptized. It is such a momentous occasion, we are trying to arrange a date that will work for all our family to attend. Boy, is that not easy. First, we'd like to do it while Spitz' sister, who lives in England, is in the country in July. We picked a week, then discovered my folks would be in Michigan that weekend and my sister was committed to babysitting the whole weekend. But the following weekend, Spitz' other sister is out of town for a wedding and my parents are camping in Ohio. Nothing is ever easy, is it?
My husband will receive a Father's Day present this Sunday... as long as UPS ever decides to actually give it to me. Yesterday their tracking said the package had been sent out on a truck for delivery. But it never came. Last night the tracking site said UPS had incorrect address info and was attempting to find correct data. I called and they said the driver had returned the package to UPS and marked "address does not exist." !!! Doesn't every UPS truck have GPS or something, surely? So, customer service told me that it would not be reattempted for delivery and gave me an address to come pick it up. I spent 45 minutes trying to find the address this morning (an address that does not show up on google maps, mapquest, or bing, by the way!). When I finally called them back up, they said the package was back out on a truck for delivery today. Ack!
I was driving along this morning with a cd playing and the rain pelting the roof of my van. I could just hear enough from the far back seat to know that there was some disagreement going on. Ruth 5.1 yelled up to me, "May is being really mean!" to which May 7.10 replied, "I just said she looks really cute when she's mad!" Sometimes it's really hard to keep a straight face.
Rose 1.5 is getting so grown up. And her language has just shot forward since she got her tubes in. Next week at her post-surgery followup appointment, I expect to find out her hearing (which was still in a normal range before) has gotten so much better.
May 7.10 decided a few weeks ago that she is ready to be baptized. It is such a momentous occasion, we are trying to arrange a date that will work for all our family to attend. Boy, is that not easy. First, we'd like to do it while Spitz' sister, who lives in England, is in the country in July. We picked a week, then discovered my folks would be in Michigan that weekend and my sister was committed to babysitting the whole weekend. But the following weekend, Spitz' other sister is out of town for a wedding and my parents are camping in Ohio. Nothing is ever easy, is it?
My husband will receive a Father's Day present this Sunday... as long as UPS ever decides to actually give it to me. Yesterday their tracking said the package had been sent out on a truck for delivery. But it never came. Last night the tracking site said UPS had incorrect address info and was attempting to find correct data. I called and they said the driver had returned the package to UPS and marked "address does not exist." !!! Doesn't every UPS truck have GPS or something, surely? So, customer service told me that it would not be reattempted for delivery and gave me an address to come pick it up. I spent 45 minutes trying to find the address this morning (an address that does not show up on google maps, mapquest, or bing, by the way!). When I finally called them back up, they said the package was back out on a truck for delivery today. Ack!
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
13 Years
Yesterday was our 13th anniversary. It started out with a bang when Spitz' pager went off at 5:30 a.m.
It's quite a jolt to wake to a beeper; they don't seem to come with any settings other than Wake-the-Dead! In the last six years of practice when he has been on call one out of every 5 or 6 weeks, he has only had a single middle-of-the-night page. Well, until this weekend when he got paged in the middle of the night two nights in a row. Ugh!
But despite the fact that it was one of those frustrating pages where he couldn't actually do anything to be helpful in any way, the anniversary was kicked off in a very positive way. The best thing about our marriage is that we can make each other laugh. We can tell each other jokes we would never, never, NEVER tell another soul and always know just what can make the other person laugh. Even at 5:30 when we were just awakened for no good reason at all, we shared a laugh and tried to go back to sleep.
Later in the day, we had some other extremely romantic time together. (-; After dropping May 7.10 and Ruth 5.1 off at Jump-N-Art camp for the morning, we got to go grocery shopping together with just our 17-month-old! Woot! Well, seriously, it was awesome to go shopping with just one child, almost like vacation.
We did get a babysitter and went out for a matinee showing of The Hangover. (It was extremely crude, but absolutely hilarious.) Then we headed to the Limestone Restaurant. Yummy! I love getting Filet Mignon at a place that really knows what to do with it. They also had strewn rose petals all over the table because my husband mentioned that it was an anniversary - a very nice touch. The dessert, a flourless chocolate cake covered in dark chocolate ganache with port-soaked berries, was fabulous. And again we laughed together when I swore the port-soaked berries (which I have never had before, of course) tasted exactly like a childhood cough medicine I remember taking.
Another note about the day - we pulled out our wedding video and watched most of it with our daughters. They were amazed with us at how much their grandparents, cousins and aunts had changed, and shouted out one comment, "Daddy, your beard was freaky!"
It's quite a jolt to wake to a beeper; they don't seem to come with any settings other than Wake-the-Dead! In the last six years of practice when he has been on call one out of every 5 or 6 weeks, he has only had a single middle-of-the-night page. Well, until this weekend when he got paged in the middle of the night two nights in a row. Ugh!
But despite the fact that it was one of those frustrating pages where he couldn't actually do anything to be helpful in any way, the anniversary was kicked off in a very positive way. The best thing about our marriage is that we can make each other laugh. We can tell each other jokes we would never, never, NEVER tell another soul and always know just what can make the other person laugh. Even at 5:30 when we were just awakened for no good reason at all, we shared a laugh and tried to go back to sleep.
Later in the day, we had some other extremely romantic time together. (-; After dropping May 7.10 and Ruth 5.1 off at Jump-N-Art camp for the morning, we got to go grocery shopping together with just our 17-month-old! Woot! Well, seriously, it was awesome to go shopping with just one child, almost like vacation.
We did get a babysitter and went out for a matinee showing of The Hangover. (It was extremely crude, but absolutely hilarious.) Then we headed to the Limestone Restaurant. Yummy! I love getting Filet Mignon at a place that really knows what to do with it. They also had strewn rose petals all over the table because my husband mentioned that it was an anniversary - a very nice touch. The dessert, a flourless chocolate cake covered in dark chocolate ganache with port-soaked berries, was fabulous. And again we laughed together when I swore the port-soaked berries (which I have never had before, of course) tasted exactly like a childhood cough medicine I remember taking.
Another note about the day - we pulled out our wedding video and watched most of it with our daughters. They were amazed with us at how much their grandparents, cousins and aunts had changed, and shouted out one comment, "Daddy, your beard was freaky!"
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