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bill is safely off to france, and his mom is safely arrived here. to celebrate, i'm making her some french toast this morning!
we made a very basic dinner last night, and i think she liked it: thai peanut noodles and steamed asparagus. the thai peanut sauce is vegan and an immense favorite in our house... i've noticed some other LJers posting recipes, so if anyone wants this one, comment and i'll post it.
we're off to see the Magic display at Union Station today (i'd link, but cordell is running his *^%$%&^ anime bit torrent and the line is slow as molasses so i don't want to go look it up), with maybe a planetarium show and lunch thrown in for good measure. tomorrow is St. Patty's day, which means a lot of stupid drunk people around here, so we're going to head off to Powell Gardens and visit their quilt gardens (MIL is both an accomplished gardener and an amazing quilter), plus lunch at the surprisingly good Cafe Thyme AND a free shamrock plant.
we actually got to do a bit of knitting last night... i ripped out the shawl and started over. grr. and lorraine brought out the cutest little blue baby sweater she made for lincoln! of course he'll wear it today on our outing. bill took the camera to france so we'll get a picture when he gets back.
i have been cranky at the kids to try to get them to help with the house lately, and got cordell pretty cranky back at me monday night (a tiff involving artichoke leaves and the kitchen trash). julia was also in a very strange place monday night... sad? mad? i couldn't even tell. she seems to have lost something, grieving. i let her wander around at a newish mall between airport trips yesterday with the last of my cash (five whole dollars) and it seemed to have helped a bit. cordell also seems to have forgiven me, and watched the baby while i finished up the kitchen.
i was still frustrated at the lack of help they gave, though, until i had a revelation while mopping the kitchen. this is MY house, i chose it, and i'm the one who gets the sense of pride and accomplishment when it looks good. so i am the one with the motivation to clean it up, and while i wish i had more help, it's not coming from someone who has much lower standards about living with chaos. at least, not without some effort on my part. i felt more at peace after that thought... after all, the kids all do chores each day to help out, and clayton especially helped out during this big clean. it's not done by any stretch of the imagination (you can only do so much with a baby on hand) but it's certainly liveable. the kids think i'm some cleaning maniac, but i guess they've lived in a midden so long that even this minimal cleanup seems extreme to them.
baby's awake, gotta go.
we made a very basic dinner last night, and i think she liked it: thai peanut noodles and steamed asparagus. the thai peanut sauce is vegan and an immense favorite in our house... i've noticed some other LJers posting recipes, so if anyone wants this one, comment and i'll post it.
we're off to see the Magic display at Union Station today (i'd link, but cordell is running his *^%$%&^ anime bit torrent and the line is slow as molasses so i don't want to go look it up), with maybe a planetarium show and lunch thrown in for good measure. tomorrow is St. Patty's day, which means a lot of stupid drunk people around here, so we're going to head off to Powell Gardens and visit their quilt gardens (MIL is both an accomplished gardener and an amazing quilter), plus lunch at the surprisingly good Cafe Thyme AND a free shamrock plant.
we actually got to do a bit of knitting last night... i ripped out the shawl and started over. grr. and lorraine brought out the cutest little blue baby sweater she made for lincoln! of course he'll wear it today on our outing. bill took the camera to france so we'll get a picture when he gets back.
i have been cranky at the kids to try to get them to help with the house lately, and got cordell pretty cranky back at me monday night (a tiff involving artichoke leaves and the kitchen trash). julia was also in a very strange place monday night... sad? mad? i couldn't even tell. she seems to have lost something, grieving. i let her wander around at a newish mall between airport trips yesterday with the last of my cash (five whole dollars) and it seemed to have helped a bit. cordell also seems to have forgiven me, and watched the baby while i finished up the kitchen.
i was still frustrated at the lack of help they gave, though, until i had a revelation while mopping the kitchen. this is MY house, i chose it, and i'm the one who gets the sense of pride and accomplishment when it looks good. so i am the one with the motivation to clean it up, and while i wish i had more help, it's not coming from someone who has much lower standards about living with chaos. at least, not without some effort on my part. i felt more at peace after that thought... after all, the kids all do chores each day to help out, and clayton especially helped out during this big clean. it's not done by any stretch of the imagination (you can only do so much with a baby on hand) but it's certainly liveable. the kids think i'm some cleaning maniac, but i guess they've lived in a midden so long that even this minimal cleanup seems extreme to them.
baby's awake, gotta go.
