Welcome to the randomness of my brain. Little B is battling cold-after-cold around here. And we are all a bit short on sleep and dealing with cabin fever. Two weeks of this makes for a very scattered mama. Just when I start to think about one thought another one interrupts it.
I have tried fighting this scattered feeling for the past few days, but it is being really stubborn. So today I will embrace it. Considered yourself warned.
I failed miserably this past weekend with a recipe that I attempted to make - lemon barley risotto. Note to self, when they say vegetable stock, they mean vegetable stock. Chicken stock is not always a good substitute. I had to throw out the whole pot of barley. It was really gross!
I am dreaming of this front porch. I just want to park myself on that swing with a good book and a pitcher of sweet tea... and I don't even like sweet tea!
I am running out of ideas on things to do with Little B while she is sick and therefore homebound. Independent play does not seem to be in her vocabulary. Sometimes I think that it would be easier with two kids in that they would entertain each other. Don't know if that is true or wishful thinking. Anyways, it is too hot to be outside (triple digits!) and we have exhausted all of my indoor ideas. Looking for suggestions.
And on that same note, can I just tell you how grateful I am that Netflix has a plethora of Thomas the Train videos on their instant queue? Thomas the Train is an answer to a prayer for this worn out mama and snotty baby.
A big, fat thank you to my top referrers to my blog. I am humbled that anyone actually reads this blog.
This week I have been playing Adele's Rolling in the Deep
, My Only Swerving
by El Ten Eleven, and Carlos Bertonatti's Summer Days
. These songs have been weaved into our mornings. As we go about our morning rituals of sipping coffee, making breakfast, getting dressed, etc, these songs ease us into the day. I could (and do) listen to them over and over again.
David and I have been daydreaming of packing everything up and moving out of the city and into the country. After Little B goes to bed, we will often stay up talking about where we would like to move, what our house would look like (he would build it of course), how much land do we want, would it be near water, etc, etc. These are all just far away dreams right now. And I am sure we have a very romantic idea of what country living would be like. But sometimes, the idea of trading in our cramped house, with little storage and one bathroom, in the middle of traffic noise and hustle and bustle for a quiet place of our own where we are not right on top of our neighbors sounds really magical. I want a big garden that isn't blocked out by our neighbor's trees. And I want Little B to be able to play in our front yard without fear of the crazy cars speeding down our street trying to cut around the highway traffic.
Anyone have any good tips to keep mosquitoes from biting the little ones? Little B has been eaten alive by mosquitoes and nothing I do seems to deter them. I feel so bad because her bites swell up really badly.
This drought really needs to end. 3 years is ridiculous. Triple digits in May and June... even more ridiculous. It is depressing to look around and only see brown. But we do what we can to endure... frequent trips to the library to enjoy their paid-for-cool-air. And of course mandatory ponytails and pigtails. No one likes hair sticking to their neck.
I am considering opening up an Etsy site. I have been making little girl hair bows like crazy. Definitely a product of the severe cabin fever. Little B and all her friends could wear one and still have some left over. What the heck am I going to do with all these hair flowers/bows? Know anyone who wants one?
Whew! How's that for a brain dump? Normal posts will resume soon once we get through this snotty phase. Until then... stay cool my friends!
I have tried fighting this scattered feeling for the past few days, but it is being really stubborn. So today I will embrace it. Considered yourself warned.
I failed miserably this past weekend with a recipe that I attempted to make - lemon barley risotto. Note to self, when they say vegetable stock, they mean vegetable stock. Chicken stock is not always a good substitute. I had to throw out the whole pot of barley. It was really gross!
I am dreaming of this front porch. I just want to park myself on that swing with a good book and a pitcher of sweet tea... and I don't even like sweet tea!
I am running out of ideas on things to do with Little B while she is sick and therefore homebound. Independent play does not seem to be in her vocabulary. Sometimes I think that it would be easier with two kids in that they would entertain each other. Don't know if that is true or wishful thinking. Anyways, it is too hot to be outside (triple digits!) and we have exhausted all of my indoor ideas. Looking for suggestions.
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| Nothing like a good box to keep a toddler busy for 5 minutes. |
A big, fat thank you to my top referrers to my blog. I am humbled that anyone actually reads this blog.
This week I have been playing Adele's Rolling in the Deep
, My Only Swerving by El Ten Eleven, and Carlos Bertonatti's Summer Days. These songs have been weaved into our mornings. As we go about our morning rituals of sipping coffee, making breakfast, getting dressed, etc, these songs ease us into the day. I could (and do) listen to them over and over again.David and I have been daydreaming of packing everything up and moving out of the city and into the country. After Little B goes to bed, we will often stay up talking about where we would like to move, what our house would look like (he would build it of course), how much land do we want, would it be near water, etc, etc. These are all just far away dreams right now. And I am sure we have a very romantic idea of what country living would be like. But sometimes, the idea of trading in our cramped house, with little storage and one bathroom, in the middle of traffic noise and hustle and bustle for a quiet place of our own where we are not right on top of our neighbors sounds really magical. I want a big garden that isn't blocked out by our neighbor's trees. And I want Little B to be able to play in our front yard without fear of the crazy cars speeding down our street trying to cut around the highway traffic.
Anyone have any good tips to keep mosquitoes from biting the little ones? Little B has been eaten alive by mosquitoes and nothing I do seems to deter them. I feel so bad because her bites swell up really badly.
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| 3 Bug Bandz and spray on her arms and legs and she was still bit! |
This drought really needs to end. 3 years is ridiculous. Triple digits in May and June... even more ridiculous. It is depressing to look around and only see brown. But we do what we can to endure... frequent trips to the library to enjoy their paid-for-cool-air. And of course mandatory ponytails and pigtails. No one likes hair sticking to their neck.
I am considering opening up an Etsy site. I have been making little girl hair bows like crazy. Definitely a product of the severe cabin fever. Little B and all her friends could wear one and still have some left over. What the heck am I going to do with all these hair flowers/bows? Know anyone who wants one?
Whew! How's that for a brain dump? Normal posts will resume soon once we get through this snotty phase. Until then... stay cool my friends!
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