Sunday, February 10, 2008

I'm just jumping on the bandwagon...

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Thanks, Becky & Steph. I just can't quit laughing.

Friday, February 08, 2008

8 Months Old

She started scooting across the carpet today!
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NINE Chicken Pot Pies! (??) Wait a second...

Shin came over last week for some marathon cooking. On Wednesday we went to SAMS and bought 10 rotisserie chickens. That's right. TEN. After lunch, we pulled all the meat off the bones (while babies were sleeping.) It took us about an hour and a half. Not too bad.

We took 24 cups of that chicken and froze it in bags (4 cups per bag.) Each of us now has 3 bags of frozen, cooked chicken ready for soup or chicken salad or casseroles or whatever.

With the remainder of the chicken (I have no idea how much it was...) we made chicken pot pies! I got this great book last fall called, Don't Panic, Dinner's in the Freezer! and I've LOVED it. I use the cookbook all the time--the recipes are so good and everything has been tested over and over for freezing. So, the idea is you cook one day a week and whatever it is you are making, you should at least double it so you can freeze an additional meal for later. Now, for those of you who knew me in my previous life (before children), you probably remember I did that Once A Month cooking thing. Not anymore. This is way more efficient for my lifestyle.

So, we followed the Chicken Pot Pie recipe to a tee. We actually made it X9 so that I would have 4 pies, she would have 4 pies and we'd have one to give away. We knew something was terribly wrong when we had to bust out the COOLER to hold the chicken pot pie filling--we had so much I didn't have a pot big enough!! When we looked more carefully at the recipe, we noticed a key phrase...

"Each recipe makes enough for two pies."

HA. We just started laughing and bagging our 18 chicken pot pies. I guess we won't need to make this recipe any time soon. :)

Pie, anyone??
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Wednesday, February 06, 2008

Happy Birthday, G Money!

Do you ever have a day that you just don't want to end? I realized last night as I was washing dishes that yesterday was one of those days. My boy turned FOUR. I used to think that sounded so old, but he still just seems like my little man. He is so proud of being four, though. The day before his birthday he kept saying, "I just can't believe I'm going to be FOUR tomorrow!" I love that serious side of him.

So, back to the dishes. I was cleaning up from the aftermath of the party and listening to G-Money and his Daddy building a model airplane (thanks, Shinny!) and just thought, I don't want to put him to bed yet. I don't want this day to end. It was such a fun day and he was so happy all day long. I didn't realize until Pops called to chat just how exhausted he was. He could hardly carry on a conversation and just kept drifting off into Garrison land. So...he and D-struction went off to bed. It was a big day for both of them.

My sweet friend gave ME a present for G's birthday. I think she likes to make me cry. I can't believe she has that many pictures of my boy. Crazy. You should check it out. It's a precious, precious gift for me. (G liked it, too.)

I'll try to post some pictures of the ROCKET SHIP BIRTHDAY PARTY!! Aunt Shinny has more on her camera, so you may have to wait on some of them. Here's one of the four friends eating their pizza together.

Don't be fooled by the picture. These kids all brought their younger siblings, so we had about 11 kids there. After pizza we ate rocket-ship cake and then played a rousing game of "Rocket, Rocket, BLAST OFF!" (which is duck, duck, goose...modified. :) everyone had to BLAST OFF at the same time, so that was fun.)

G opening his present from Daniel and Caroline.

They just grow way too fast. Everyone tells me that. I feel like I'm watching it happen right before my eyes.

G and I had a conversation a few weeks ago that went like this:
"I think I'm going to put a brick on your head."
"What? Why, Mommy?"
"Because I want you to stop growing and stay just the way you are."
"No, Mommy. You can't do that. I want to grow up to be a man just like Daddy."

I really want that, too, G. Grow up to be just like your Daddy. He's a great man.
We LOVE you, G. Happy Birthday!!