Monday, November 30, 2009

On The First Day Of Christmas...

On the First Day of Christmas
I decided to be craft-y
So I made an apron for
My sis-in-law Am-y!

(You'll just have to pretend that rhymes and the syllables are correct!)


Since Christmas is the season to be crafty, I decided to showcase all the things I've been working on. I was going to do one big, giant post about what all I whipped up this year, but then I figured I'd probably forget to take pictures or never get it finished so I decided to just do it as I go along. We celebrated Christmas with Brad's family last Friday and I drew my sister-in-law, Amy. (Don't worry. She already opened this gift!) I wish I had gotten a picture of her 9 1/2 year old son wearing the apron, but I didn't. Just know it looked waaaayyy cuter on him! :)

Stay tuned for more "crafty" pictures.


And my more witty (if incorrect) verses!
Sunday, November 29, 2009

Snow Day!

There's just not too much better in this life than waking up in your own bed, snow falling outside your windows, and absolutely nothing on the agenda for the day.


We drove back yesterday afternoon from Brad's parents' house. (For those you who are Brad's facebook friends: I'm fine. The pain I had is due to my liver "seeping" and sometimes it just gets really bad. We were going to go to the emergency room this morning if it wasn't better, but it was. Another hospital visit averted! I'm all better now. Really. We had planned on taking it easy today and skipping church to recuperate anyway and the snow was just a bonus!) It was soooo good to sleep in our own bed last night! Seriously, the comforts of home are under-rated. We had no idea it was supposed to snow and it was such a pleasant surprise to wake up to this morning!

After a quick breakfast of pancakes-on-a-stick (my new-not-very-healthy-breakfast treat that I'm addicted to!), the kids suited up to head outside. (And they had a great time, despite the looks on their faces in this picture!)

After a long day of snow-playing, movie-watching, and Wii-playing, we were all in the mood for a hot, fortifying soup to warm us up and give us back our much-drained energy! Potato Soup hit the spot. I'm not much of a potato soup fan because I think it tends to be meal-y, but this one is yummy! It's my friend, Heather's, recipe that she gladly shared with me a few months back. I made it for my sister right after she had Lincoln and it was a hit with her family, too. This recipe makes a lot so I halved today for my little family and it was plenty!

Potato Soup:
5 lbs. potatoes, peeled, baked, and cut-up into bite-sized pieces
1/2 gallon of milk
about 1/4 cup of flour
salt
pepper
garlic powder
2 sticks of butter
1 cup of sour cream
8-10 pieces of bacon, cut-up and crisply cooked, or real bacon bits
1 cup of cheddar cheese plus more for garnish
chopped green onions

Melt butter in large stock pot and add flour. Cook for about a minute or two. Pour in milk and seasonings (to taste) and simmer until thickened. Add the potatoes and heat through. When ready to serve, stir in sour cream, bacon, and 1 cup of the cheese. Taste and adjust seasonings (I always add more salt and pepper). Serve in big mugs topped with cheese and green onions.


I've noticed that I tend to post soup recipes pretty often here on this little blog o'mine, but we tend to eat them pretty often, too! They just seem so satisfying and easy. I think this soup would be especially good with green chilies in it, as well, but I haven't tried it yet so no guarantees.

I hope everyone had a lovely Thanksgiving and a restful Snow Day (at least in the Panhandle). It's back to the mopping and laundry tomorrow!
Thursday, November 26, 2009

Happy Thanksgiving



May your stuffing be tasty
May your turkey be plump,
May your potatoes and gravy
Have never a lump.

May your yams be delicious
And your pies take the prize,
And may your Thanksgiving dinner
Stay off your thighs!

Happy Thanksgiving Everyone!
Wednesday, November 25, 2009

Phoebe's In The Night Kitchen

I come from a long and distinguished line of sleep-walkers.

Well, I don't know that I actually descend from a long-line, I just know that everyone in my immediate family (except for my dad) has been known to sleepwalk upon occasion. My mom does it when she's stressed or busy and it usually involves some finger-pointing lecture to an elementary school child about his/her lost library book. She's an elementary school librarian and takes her job very seriously. (She also tends to see imaginary cats when she's stressed...but that a whole other bowl of beans!) I caught my sister trying to take a shower at 2 in the morning on more than one occasion while we were growing up. My brother does it the most frequently and seems to be the most "out of it" when he does. There were camping stories and Christmas stories and to this day if you see him awake when you think he should be asleep, and have a detailed (if strange) conversation, then he will probably never remember it. I have been known to find myself sleeping on the couch when I know I went to sleep in a bed, talk pretty frequently, and once even cleaned off my nightstand...all while fast asleep.

Phoebe may be following in these prestigious footsteps.

The other night (or VERY early morning, I should say), Brad woke up because all the lights in the house were on. Phoebe was sitting on the steps with her brother, completely naked. Brad turned off all the lights and shooed everyone back to bed. Except me because I slept through the entire incident. This little escapade did not please Brad one little bit!

The next morning, we found several clues to her night time activities. All the Christmas books (that live in a box by the fireplace) were strewn around. "Someone" had decorated the little tree in Eli's room (last year's lights had burnt out so the ornaments were still in a box on the floor next to his nightstand) and all the ornaments were on the three lowest branches. The little chairs from the playroom and both bean bags were moved from their usual spots.

She had a very busy night, indeed! It reminds me of Mickey in the children's book "In The Night Kitchen". A book I love despite (or maybe just a little bit because of) all the controversy surrounding it.

Phoebe has promised her daddy that she will stay in her own bed tonight and keep her clothes on. Words, I'm sure, every father wants to hear from his little girl!
Monday, November 23, 2009

On Topping A Tree

I know some people think it's sacrilegious to put up Christmas decorations before Thanksgiving. They believe that Thanksgiving should be celebrate on its own and not be forced to buckle down under the over-commercialization of Christmas.

I just don't see why we can't celebrate Thanksgiving with a Christmas tree in the living room. Am I any less thankful? Do I spend less time with those I love? Does it make the turkey taste any worse?

I've also never spent a Thanksgiving at my house and I love to come home after being with family and have all that decorating finished so we can hit the holiday season running at full speed. One year, I even decorated on Brad's birthday. He declared that too early and I haven't done it since. I think he didn't like carting the 47 boxes of Christmas decorations down from the attic on his birthday.

We put up most of our decorations this weekend. The tree is trimmed. There are lights on the house. My mantle is home to a sparkly cardboard house village, and snowmen have taken over my buffet. This year we bought a bigger (pre-lit!) tree for our house and it took a lot more time to decorate...and every single ornament I own. Except for the three I broke on the tile floor. In the past I've had two or three smaller trees and the I've spread the ornament love around. Not this year. All the ornaments on one BIG tree. It's looking good, but when I went to put our star at the top, I discovered it was broken. It's just one I bought at Hobby Lobby a while back so I wasn't sad about losing something sentimental, but I couldn't figure out what to put at the top of my tree. I'm afraid angels look too diminutive and I can't find a star that I like. So I settled on this GIGANTIC bow. Actually it's two bows tied together out of some leftover ribbon from a few years ago.


I'm liking it! It's a nice scale. It's sparkly. It was easy (although I did almost fall off the ladder trying to tie it on). And it made Phoebe ooohh and ahhh about the "bow" at the top of the tree.

Now I'm curious about what everyone else puts on the top of their tree. A star that has been in your family for ages? An angel in all her holiday finery? A tin star to reflect your Texas pride? I have a friend who put pheasant feathers on her tree...although I'm not sure if she has them at the top or not. I might as well get some ideas for next year!
Sunday, November 22, 2009

*Exactly* Like A Griswold Family Christmas. Sort Of.


My husband has a fascination with National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation.

Really.

We watched it with my family several years ago (I think it might have been the Christmas we were engaged) and he laughed and laughed and then laughed some more. Seriously. I have never seen anyone laugh so hard at a movie. Especially one that I'm pretty sure he'd seen before. And he continues to laugh every. single. year.

So this holiday season, the Very First Year The McCalls Put Up Christmas Lights Ever, he had the kids and I stand outside while he sang "Joy To The World" and flipped the ceremonial switch. Like the movie, Brad had several set-backs in his Lighting Extravaganza (some of the strands didn't work, then there weren't enough, and then he accidentally bought "warm white" as opposed to the "bright white" he had started with). Unlike the movie, the lights came on the very first time and there were no temper tantrums on the the front lawn. The only screaming came from Phoebe as she ran around in circles yelling, "MERRY CHRISTMAS! MERRY CHRISTMAS! MERRY CHRISTMAS!" at the top of her lungs.

I know the neighbors were pleased.
Thursday, November 19, 2009

"I'm Still Here!" Or "A Gigantic Picture Post Of My Afternoon On The Washington Mall"

We are finally HOME! While I do love me some good vacation, I love even more to come home. Well, I love to come home and be three days down the road after the bags are unpacked, the laundry is finished, and I have re-instated all the house rules after my children spend a week with Grandma! :)



Brad and I had a G-R-E-A-T time in DC! It reminds us of really the only thing we have in common: a love of history and all things "memorial". Seriously, some parents dream of taking their children to Disney World, we dream of taking our children to Washington DC. (Although Disney World would be fun, too!) Brad spent one summer in DC at the National 4-H Center and one summer as an intern to a Senator. The summer at the 4-H Center, he spent almost the entire time giving tour guides to the students who attended over the summer. When I went to visit, it was like I had my very own personal tour guide of each and every historical sight. (And in DC, there's a historical sight every 2 feet...literally.) This time, we drove around on his old routes and tried to see if Brad could remember any of his commentary from the summer of 1997. While dates and details escaped him, he could remember most every building I pointed out to him and most of the names. It was great fun trying to stump him!

Monday, we decided to go and see the World War II Memorial. It's been built since we had been there. The weather was absolutely spectacular. There were trees everywhere like this and the weather was a perfect 68 degrees.


There's an entrance on either side of the memorial that look like this.

This one read: Pacific and the other read: Atlantic. On the ground under the wreath was a bronze image of the medal given to every person who fought in WWII. Including this man, my Grandfather, Grady.


He is truly a great man and all I could think about as I wandered around the memorial is that he did this great thing at barely a man and that it shaped his whole future and generation. He was a pilot on a B-17 that was depicted on one of the walls surrounding the main entrance to the memorial.


This plaque also sits there.

It reads: "Here in the Presence of Washington and Lincoln, One the Eighteenth Century Father and the Other the Nineteenth Century Preserver of our Nation, We Honor Those Twentieth Century Americans Who Took Up the Struggle During the Second World War and Made the Sacrifices to Perpetuate the Gift Our Forefathers Entrusted to Us: A Nation Conceived in Liberty and Justice."

Goosebumps, people, goosebumps!

I could go on and on about the WWII Memorial (and it's already taken me two days to write this!), but it might just be easier for you to read more about it here. And see better pictures! Here a few more of mine, taken on my little camera, for your viewing pleasure.




After the WWII Memorial, we wandered down to the Lincoln Memorial. It's amazing. Really.


We counted the pillars (marking how many states were in the nation at the time of Lincoln's death), looked for the hidden picture in Lincoln's hair, discussed why the artist rendered Lincoln's hands posed in the ASL signs for "A" and "L" (Brad didn't remember), found the misspelled word on the wall, and spotted Tony Danza! No joke!

I know it's not the greatest picture, but Brad got a better one on his phone and I haven't downloaded it. But I do promise it's him...I don't have too many celebrity spottings to my credit so this was (mildly) exciting. Brad was little bummed it wasn't his "Who's The Boss" co-star, but he got over it.

Here are few more pictures of the Lincoln Memorial.



I was on the phone with Eli in this last picture. The child has a mild obsession with "American Lincoln" or "that man chained to that big chair" and he thought it was super-cool that his mommy called him from there.

I do what I can.

To keep this post from turning into an even longer novel about our afternoon on the Washington Mall, I'll wrap it up by saying that a good time was had by all.

Even Tony Danza.
Monday, November 16, 2009

This Morning...

...I am not rushing around trying to find Eli's jacket and backpack and shoes.


...I am not trying to figure out a way to make a healthy breakfast for two children who would just rather have cinnamon rolls from a can.


...I am not yelling at Phoebe to leave her brother alone while he eats breakfast. Slowly.


...I am not getting ready to mop my floors.


...I am not furiously making a lunch for Eli (because I always forget on Sunday nights) before he walks out the door.


...I am not wrestling Phoebe's crazy hair into some semblance of normalcy.


...I am not starting on the H-U-G-E pile of laundry that has amassed over the weekend.


...and I am not missing any of it!


Instead, I am sitting on my hotel room bed, drinking my coffee, and enjoying a freshly-made croissant that I charged to my room. (I think charging something to a hotel room, even something as small as a croissant, is a decadent experience. It makes me feel urban and all grown-up and sophisticated. What can I say, I'm a stay-at-home-mom from West Texas. It doesn't take much to impress me.) Eli and Phoebe are at home with Grandma while Brad is attending a work conference and I'm getting a few days of vacation in one of my very favorite places in all the world.

Yesterday, we drove around and looked at all the fall foliage. I'm so glad there is some left and I think if I lived here, I might like fall a little bit more. The weather yesterday was absolutely spectacular! Sunny and 72 degrees. I told Brad that what I wanted to do more than anything is go somewhere historic, eat brunch, and stroll around somewhere fun. Brad spent two different summers down here while he was in college and knew just the place. We drove down to Old Town Alexandria to King Street. It was perfect. The leaves were falling, we ate brunch at a restaurant called "Bread & Chocolate" (could there be a more perfect restaurant?!) and then wandered up and down the cobbled streets. I might even have had the first gingerbread latte of the season. We didn't take too many pictures...okay, just one, but the one we did take was taken by this gal who's birthday was also on Saturday. And she turned 33, as well!! How crazy is that?!



I let Brad convince me that I didn't need to bring my big, amazing camera, but that I would prefer to carry around my smaller Sony Cybershot. On the one hand, it's nice that my big purse doesn't weigh 462 pounds. On the other, I don't take as many pictures with my small camera and every time I look at something amazing (like the Jefferson Memorial at night, any tree bedecked in fall foliage, or the harbor) I kick myself for not bringing my "good" camera. Oh well. Little Pinky will just have to do. I am going to be lots better at taking pictures today.

Just you wait and see.

Really. I didn't drag this stupid camera cord along for nothing!
Saturday, November 14, 2009

Ten Things You Might Not Know About Brad

1. He's hasn't seen most of the Disney movies that were released before 2003.

2. He never played any high school sports. He signed up for basketball his freshman year, and then quit before the first game because he decided that he'd never be really good and therefore it was a waste of time.

3. He didn't drink coffee until he met me.

4. He has a Dallas Cowboys clock (circa 1990) hanging above his sink in our bathroom.

5. He can sleep through anything, anywhere.

6. His mom calls him "Braddy-Poo".

7. He doesn't eat any fruit. At all.

8. He's an die-hard Phillies fan because when he was four, he went to a family reunion and one of his great-aunts was married to a pitching scout for the Phillies. He gave Brad and all his brothers lots of free Phillies stuff and a life-long fan was born.

9. He laughs (very hard...like he's never seen it before) while watching National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation every. single. year.

10. Today is his 33rd birthday!



Happy Birthday, Honey! Thanks for being so wonderful. I can't wait to spend the next 33 with you!
Wednesday, November 11, 2009

A Tale Of Two Pot Pies

I love me some good, hot comfort food.

And one of those foods is Chicken Pot Pie. Not the little frozen ones in the silver pie tins, but homemade, stick-to-your ribs Chicken Pot Pie. The kind like mama used to make. (Even my own mom, the-cereal-for-dinner gal, made pot pie to die for!)

Years ago she found a really easy, really good recipe and we've been making it ever since. She even used to make me one, freeze it, and bring it to me and my roomates at college. I make for all my friends who have babies because it's yummy and kids love it! The recipe is so simple that I have it memorized and often I grab the ingredients at the store just to have on hand if the need arises.

Just Like Mama's Chicken Pot Pie:
2 pie crusts (I should mention that I usually make homemade pie crust because it's so easy and delicious and since the store bought crusts are perishable I don't always have one, but a store bought one will work just fine.)
2 cans cream of potato soup
2 cups cooked, shredded chicken (I usually boil three chicken breasts in heavily salted water...like 1/4 cup of salt. Once you cool and shred them, they have a nice hint of salt without being too bland or too salty.)
1 small can green beans, drained
1 small can sliced carrots, drained
1 small can corn, drained
1 small can peas, drained (I should also mention that mom always used a bag of frozen vegetables instead of canned vegetables. You just thaw them out under running water and throw them in. I HATE frozen vegetable mixes because everything tastes the same and the veggies tend to "squeak" in your teeth when you eat them so I don't use them. Using cans also allows me to only use the vegetables I like.)
1/2 cup milk
1/2 teaspoon dried thyme
salt and pepper to taste

Combine soup, veggies, milk, thyme, and salt and pepper in a large bowl. Place one crust in the bottom of a pie plate and spoon soup mixture inside. Cover with second crust and crimp the edges. Cut slits in the crust to allow steam to escape. Bake at 375 degrees for 40 minutes (or until crust is golden brown and filling bubbles). Cool for 10 minutes to let it "set". Slice and serve.


But every once in a while I get to watching the Food Network and Ina Garten makes pot pie a little differently. In ramekins. With puff pastry crust. Or Paula Deen put broccoli and homemade stock in hers. Or Rachael Ray uses mushrooms and white wine. And I get to thinking that maybe my little pot pie isn't fancy enough or different enough or just plain good enough. I think I should try out some of these other famous pot pies.

So last night I decided to do an experiment. A Pot Pie Experiment, if you will, striving for Pot Pie Perfection. I adapted a Rachael Ray recipe that I got from her show. Rachael's (that's right, we're on a first name basis) made a HUGE amount and we just don't need that much pot pie. I also used chicken from a rotisserie chicken instead of boiling my own bone-in chicken breasts (I didn't want to boil and bone a chicken on a Tuesday).You can find her recipe here.

Fancy Chicken Pot Pie
2 cups shredded rotisserie chicken
1 onion, diced
a handful of sliced mushrooms
3 carrots, peeled and sliced
2 ribs celery, sliced
2 tablespoons butter
2 tablespoons flour
1/3 cup white wine
2/3 cup milk
3/4 cup chicken stock
2 tablespoons dijon mustard
chopped fresh tarragon (I went easy on this because I don't love tarragon.)
two handfuls of frozen peas
1 sheet of puff pastry, thawed
1 egg mixed with a little water

Take puff pastry out to thaw. Preheat oven to 375 degrees. Pour a tablespoon or so of extra virgin olive oil in large skillet and add onion, mushrooms, celery, and carrots. Salt and pepper. Cover and brown until tender about 7 to 8 minutes. Scoot veggies to outside of pan and melt butter in the middle. Add flour to butter and let cook a minute or so. Whisk in milk, wine, and stock. Bring to a boil and simmer for 2 to 3 minutes or until thickened. Add chicken, peas, and dijon mustard. Simmer for another couple of minutes. Taste to check for seasonings. I ended up adding quite a bit of salt and some pepper. Transfer to a casserole dish and cover with puff pastry. Brush the top with the egg/water mixture. Bake for 30 minutes.

Oh my goodness gracious, was this a pretty pie! The puff pastry had puffed nicely and curled over the edge of my Corning Ware baker and the filling was bubbling up through the cracks. Just the right juxtaposition of elegant and rustic. I was so excited to serve this and both my children ooohed and aaahed appropriately. (Brad's performance is usually disappointing in this area.) I waited with bated breath as they tried the first bite.

The consensus?

Kids like pot pie. Any and all kinds. They couldn't remember Just Like Mama's Chicken Pot Pie, but ate Fancy Chicken Pot Pie with gusto (as they do all pot pies).

Brad likes Just Like Mama's Chicken Pot Pie better if it's made with homemade crust. He did clean his plate...except for the mushrooms he left sitting lonely and cold. I had to eat them out of pity.

I like both kinds for different reasons. Fancy Chicken Pot Pie is certainly pretty and I love the mushrooms, celery, and carrots. Next time I make it, I'm going to use the neglected ramekins I have sitting in the top of one of my cabinets collecting dust. However, the crust to pie ratio is better in the Just Like Mama's Chicken Pot Pie and I do love me some pie crust.


Does anyone else "experiment" with food? Have any good Chicken Pot Pie recipes or tips? Wonder why I get so passionate about pot pies and devoted an entire post to it?
Monday, November 09, 2009

My Good Deed For The Day

I saved this bug from certain doom.



Eli, being a boy, is fascinated with all things "insect" and trapped this little guy in a Gatorade bottle this afternoon. He wanted to take it to school to show his teacher. (I'm sure she'd be thrilled!) I told him that the bug would probably die before morning if he kept it in the bottle overnight due to lack of food, water, and oxygen. He wanted me to google what this particular bug would eat, but I wasn't really willing to go to that much trouble for a bug. So we compromised. I told him I could take a picture and email it to his teacher. It was a brilliant idea. One that kept me from having to deal with a bug, and most likely saved that little bug's life. Of course, he'll probably only live another 24 hours or so anyway, but I certainly feel better about myself.

Oh, and boys are weird.
Thursday, November 05, 2009

Confessions Of A Foodie

I am terrified of yeast.

There. I said it.

I consider myself a pretty good cook. Cooking is fun with food. Cooking is art!

Baking is a whole other bowl of beans, my friends. It involves measuring and precise-ness and following a recipe exactly...none of which I do too terribly well. And even then, even then, it might not turn out the way you had planned because of the weather or the noise or the price of rice in China. I'm just not sure I can handle that kind of failure.

But every once in a while I decide that it's time to conquer my fears. That I should actually step out of my safe, controlled little box and try something new. Usually, I just ignore this little (irrational) voice in my head and move on, but for a year now, these little babies have been calling my name. She posted the recipe here and the picture here made my mouth water. I just had to make them. Soon. So I told myself that I had to make them for Huddles on Wednesday. I planned no other dessert and my sweet students just could not have a store-bought dessert! I basically backed myself into a baking corner.

I donned my apron and got to work.

There were were moments of uncertainty and moments of doubt and a loooonnng moment of panic when I thought I had "killed" my yeast, but overall I think I did a pretty darn good job!

The proof in is the pudding...or pumpkin in this case.


The Huddle students seemed to enjoy my little experiment, too.





Thank you, Lynley, for making me face my fears.

Don't bet on it happening again anytime soon.
Tuesday, November 03, 2009

For Sale

One brother for sale!
One brother for sale!
One hard-headed, hair-cutting brother for sale!
I’m really not kidding,
So who’ll start the bidding?
Do I hear the dollar?
A nickel?
A penny?
Oh, isn’t there, isn’t there, isn’t there any
One kid that will buy this old brother for sale,
This hard-headed, hair-cutting young brother for sale?


This modified little poem by Shel Silverstein popped into my head today when Eli casually informed me that he had gotten a red ticket for cutting another little boy's hair at school today. Ironically enough, we were in the car driving to have his hair cut. (I resisted the urge to have our hairdresser shave a large H on the back of his head and dye it red.)


It made me wonder (again) exactly why Brad and I thought this whole "parenting" thing would be fun.


I'm still wondering what the proper punishment for said crime should be. So far I haven't come up with anything constructive since shaving his eyebrows or burying him in a hole in the backyard up to his chin are probably not the best ideas.


You might check the backyard tonight, though...just in case.
Monday, November 02, 2009

My Very Favorite Time Of The Day




This happens everyday when I pick Eli up from school. (Unless, of course, I didn't wake Phoebe up from her nap on time and she's only wearing a pull-up, and then she stays in the car!)

I know that there will come a time when big brother will be too cool to hug his little sister in front of the whole school, but for right now, he's just excited to see her.

It melts this mama's heart every. single. time.


And, like all good hugs between a brother and sister, it ends up in a wrestling match.





"Sometimes being a brother is even better than being a superhero." ~Marc Brown