Being MOM

Its too early. It can't be happening already. My 2.5 year old has stopped calling me Mommy. Now I did OK when she stopped calling me Mama. It was a little rough but I got through it alright because Mommy is still cute and still means she's a baby. But this morning I gave her oatmeal and she said "Thank you Mom." My jaw dropped. WHERE did she get this from! Where did she hear it! Who do I have to go kill....She's been saying Mom all day now, "MOM, RETZELS PEEEAASE!", "Moooommm Rella Tassle!" (if you can decipher those you get a prize) Everytime she says it I catch my breath.
Where did my little birdie go? What happened to my baby? When did she get so big? We tried for 4 years to get pregnant with her and I think she should stay a baby ATLEAST that long! I don't want to correct her. I don't want to say "No, its MOMMY, not Mom" I think it would be wrong, set her back. Its her own evolution and I don't want to mess with it. But it totally kills me.
Next thing I know she'll be tying her own shoes and insisting on doing her own hair (good luck Adele!). Can't I just turn back the clock a little? Maybe i'll insist on feeding her tonight. I wonder if she'll think i'm some kind of weirdo if I try to feed her with my spoon. LOL I doubt Miss Independant would let me even HOLD her spoon. Maybe her being Potty trained isn't so bad. Mom, she's calling me mom. Oh and she's given up baths too. Its all showers now. She'll scream bloody murder if she even thinks i'm making a bath up for her. I'm standing here (well sitting) just in shock...when did I lose my baby? 

My Nemesis

I have a fear, its not a very rational fear...well maybe it is. I'm afraid of a 2 foot tall machine. Matt bought it for me our first christmas together (as a married couple). His mother thought I needed it.. nevermind if I WANTED it or not, I just needed it I guess. What is this nemesis of mine? The Sewing Machine.
Or the dust collector that hates me, as I like to put it. Matt feels guilty for buying it now. He feels bad that he bought me something that makes me feel inadequate. Its just a serious blip in my brain cells. I consider myself an intelligent person. I can usually figure things out, I can analyze books and even write pretty good essays in about an hour or so. But give me a "simple" pattern and I freeze. Its like i'm reading Arabic. What the heck is Shantung? Why in the world would I need 3 panels of drapery for a 2 panel drape pattern? What is a raw edge? Did I need to cook part of the curtain first? Is the other side raw? LOL See give me a hard recipe and Its simple. I may get stuck but I can figure it out (unless its simple white bread lol). My sister who is 10 years older than I am, she seriously got ALL of the creativity designing sewing talent. I think she sucked it out of me when I was a child. Got a huge plunger and put it on my head and just SUCKED it all out. She see's patterns and they make sense. She looks at fabrics and see's AWESOME patterns that go together that I would of thought totally clashed. But when she does it, its gorgeous. I have serious self esteem issues when sewing. I tried to make a nightgown for Adele when I was pregnant. I gave up after I had to figure out how to make collar. So now i'm wanting to make drapes for our bedroom. I love the pattern I picked out I love the fabric I found (even though I can't bring myself to pair it with stripes like my sister told me to) But I totally afraid of that machine. So guess who is coming over and helping (doing it for me) out! My mother in law, thats what she gets for telling Matt to get me a freaking sewing machine for christmas 7 years ago! (BTW hopefully i'll post pics of the finished product sometime this year)

Frustrated lady

Hypocrites. Thats what they are. And it bothers me SO SO much. Who am I writing about? Cops, Police OFFICERS. I workout in the same gym that the city cops use so I get to drive in and drive out of their parking structure and I see them driving in and out. I also see them driving around my neighborhood ALL the time which I appreciate actually. But the thing that REALLY bothers me is that these guys (and gals) NEVER EVER obey the traffic laws. The only reason they don't wreck their cars is because everyone else is scared to death when they see one while driving. We tense up, we check our speed, we make sure our seatbelt is on and that we signal when changing lanes. But do the cops do this? NOOOOO! Of course not! These men that think they are the Kings of the road! NEVER! They are demi-gods. They are studs, they do not need to SIGNAL! How dare we even suggest they STOP at a stop sign. What? Obey the speed limit when driving down a neighborhood street with kids playing everywhere? UNHEARD OF! Why do they get a free pass? Why dont' THEY get tickets. Cuz you know when they are in civilian cars and get pulled over all they have to do is flash their badge and they get a free pass. WHY? It is SO not fair, it is SO against the law! But who are you gonna complain to? All these egotistical testosterone driven males have to say is that they were responding to a call. They are total liars. I've seen these guys BOLT out of a parking lot and then slow down once they are on the street. Whenever I pull behind a cop car at a stop sign the guy just ROLLLS through it. Its frustrating, I hate having no control over something that frustrates me this much. And no I didn't get a ticket.

Bread Heaven

I've done it, I've made my mothers yummy melt in your mouth bread for the first time. Its a pure pleasure bread. It has no flax in it, no wheat, there is no extra vitamins, there are no special additives. Its just pure unadulterated yummy fluffy bread. Its very bad for me, its addictive. Its melts in your mouth. But oh the love I have for it, I love you white bread.

Now some of you may be asking why have I waited so long to make this delicious bread when I love it so much? Its a simple answer. I didn't have a mixer. The pioneers would laugh at me, my ancestors would be ashamed. But I have no clue how to make bread without a mixer. So its taken me this long to make it. And I'll have to control myself because I can TOTALLY see myself making this bread like every week. I have no excuse to make it, thats the hard part. Its not the type of bread I could make and use say as a sandwich bread. Its the type of bread you just smear a nice bit of butter on maybe some jam, maybe some honey and go to town. I now know why my mom's recipe is automatically doubled. I will never make this bread and only make one loaf. Whats the point? There is none. It would be total insanity to make this bread and only make one loaf. Total.

It is funny because I think of myself as a pretty compitent cook. I have made some recipes that may be called gourmet by some. I love to cook, I understand words like "steep", and the difference between a minced onion and a chopped onion. But for some reason when I made this bread today I reverted to being a 13 year old girl with no cooking experience. I called my mother atleast twice. I had no common sense, I asked questions that were obvious. I'm not sure if I did it because I was nervous about perfecting this heavenly concoction or if I just wanted to be near my mom. If while making it I missed her and wanted to hear her voice. That the smell of this bread brought me back to being a 13 yr old girl again in my mom's kitchen watching her roll it out and wipe her hands on her jeans. I wanted to use my moms rolling pin, I wanted to have her old beige laminate countertops under my hands. I'm a sucker, I'm a HUGE sucker for nastalgia. And I think sometimes thats a good thing, it sure does taste good.

Man Servants

For those of you who don't know my living situation at the moment. I have my 21 year old brother-in-law living at our house. His room is shared with my computer. Which I am very fond of. Thankfully he isn't the type of person that needs privacy so it works out just fine for us. The only time the boy needs privacy is when he's on the phone. It doesn't matter WHO he is on the phone with, he could be on the phone with a guy selling satellite dishes and he has to run to another room to be completely ALONE. When he was a teenager he used to sit in his mothers laundry room where the cats litter box was with the door closed so he could speak privately on the phone. Its very odd. But I digress.

The reason for my blog today is its 12pm on a saturday and my house is nice and clean. Floors swept, desks cleared, kitchen spotless, floors vacuumed, and I slept in until 10:30. How do you ask is this possible? Man Servants. You see BIL lives in our house practically rent free so on saturday mornings he helps us clean and do projects around the house. Thankfully the boy has the work ethic of Matt so with those two going at the same time our house is clean in an hour. He also scrubs floors, he's not a proficient at it but with practice and under my lovely supervision and direction he will master it. Now I've never scrubbed floors MYSELF but I have watched Matt do it countless times and I know how it should look so this makes me very skilled of course! And thankfully BIL knows that i'm always right, so our arrangement works out wonderfully.

Now those of you who KNOW me, who grew up with me, know that i'm a bit lazy when it comes to cleaning. BUT just so you all know, just because the only thing I did this morning was show Adele how to clean up the front room (which I later vacuumed) does NOT mean I do not do my fair share in cleaning the house also. All the laundry has been done AND put away by me, plus if you look at all of us we are definately not starving to death (a show of my cooking) So i'm not as lazy as I USED to be. I definately lend a helping hand, especially with telling others how to do things correctly. :)

Tagged

Seven things to do before I die:-
Have atleast 3 more kids
Go on a Mediterranian cruise
decorate my house
own a dog
Bring my family to the farm
serve a mission
Visit Canada

Seven things I cannot do:-
Sew ANYTHING
find the perfect mac & cheese recipe
take cough syrup
go on a low carb diet
Scrapbook
do a chin up
eat fish

Seven Things that Attract Me to My Spouse
His testimony
His cute faces
His charity
His ability to put up with me
He's a great father
He's adorable
His ambition


Seven Things I Say Most Often:-
Adele Hannah!
Where's my pretty princess!
I love you
Adele No!
In the corner now!
KISSES!
Hugs!!


Seven books I love:-
Harry Potter Series-
Enders Game series-
Anne of Green Gables series-
Jane Eyre-
Pride & Prejudice
To Kill a Mockingbird-
Work and the Glory 1,2,3

Seven movies I could watch over and over again:
Emma-
Clueless-
Pride & Prejudice miniseries
Harry Potter 1,2,3,4-
Little Mermaid-
Batman Returns-
Sense & Sensibility

Seven people I want to join in:-
Stephanie-
Shauna (you need a blog!)-
Emily L!-
Denise-
Kari
Lara
Sara

Cinderella & Quiche

Here is a pic of me and my lovelies. Its a little dated only a month or so. They keep me on my toes! Adele's latest is talking on the phone to Cinderella. And the phone she uses is an old remote control we gave her. Today she was discussing the interesting subject of mermaid with Cinderella. Probably talking about Ariel's hairdo or new seashells. She totally cracks us up.
I tried a new recipe today. A yummy quiche with broccoli, bacon, garlic, onion, cheese. Its so stinking good and it takes every bit of my self control not to go over there and eat the entire thing. Matt probably wouldn't notice if he had cereal for dinner would he? I mean he DID see me making it this afternoon but if I told him some hobo was walking by and I gave it all to him, he'd probably believe me right? We have plenty of hobo's walking by so its not like its far fetched. We live 3 blocks from the train tracks and unfortunately see our fair share of scary looking men. See now i'm distracting myself from the yummy quiche. Mmmmmm 

Pink

So i'm finding out as a mother of two little girls that its not an option NOT to like the color pink. I have no choice. I have absolutely lost my free will when it comes to pink. By birthing two girls I must have a pink blog background. I must have pink clothes in every room of my house. I must have princess cups, and plates and spoons. And death be unto me if I do not have atleat 3 princess movies at my disposal at all times. I embrace my new pinkness. Its growing on me, soon you will see me at the grocery store with hot pink lipstick, fushia eyeliner, and a pretty light pink fairy dress. Well maybe not soon but if I ever lose it....... :)