week 16 in pictures

sunday: no pic. layla had a birthday party and I forgot my camera. she drew a POTD for me.

monday’s POTD:

shane finally got the evil plague that layla and micah had. he came home just after starting school and spent some quality time bonding with his cat and his bed.

tuesday’s POTD:

my new PL kits arrived in this huge box. layla and micah climbed right in.

wednesday’s POTD:

something must have smelled good in the fridge. toby climbed right in and I had to drag him out (after I took a picture, of course).

thursday’s POTD:

dave snapped his fingers and pointed at micah. he tried to do it to, but can’t snap. so he clicked his tongue and finished with this cool pose.

friday’s POTD:

shane will probably throw a fit when he sees this, but oh well. scooping the dog poop is one of shane’s favorite chores!

saturday’s POTD:

dave and I went out for a fancy dinner. the food was awesome, but my after dinner coffee is what impressed me the most! check out that spread of coffee ‘accessories’! the whipped cream in the back was TO DIE FOR! so yummy! of course, after I took this picture and drank my coffee, we left and headed over to toys r us to do a little last minute easter shopping. dave pulled out a hula hoop and I pulled out my camera… well, at least I tried to. that’s when I realized that I’d left it sitting on the table. so we had to go all the way back to the restaurant. at least it was there!

and then there are the ‘extra’ pictures from the week:

my mantel decoration for holy week.

layla got sidewalk chalk as a party favor and ran right out to draw hop scotch on the driveway.

our mower broke. my dad’s mower that we were borrowing broke. so we FINALLY had to borrow a neighbor’s mower to tackle the CRAZY long grass.

while dave was mowing, shane rigged up a swing in the only two trees on our property. a long rope, a board, and some strong limbs and we have a swing!

my two new PL kits! one of each of 2011 designs.

shane and toby enjoying a book together.

and layla, with trucks strapped to her feet with scotch tape. again.

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“you should have your head examined!”

… i just did! yup, yesterday i had the thrilling experience of sitting in a hospital waiting room for 2 hours, followed by another in a trauma room. no, i don’t think i had suffered any sort of major trauma – i think that’s just what room they had left to stick me in. i mused about where we would go if they had to kick us out because a ‘real’ trauma situation arose. thankfully, we didn’t have to learn the answer to that. i guess i was a traumatic as it got during that window of time. backing up, i wound up in the hospital yesterday because micah threw some clothes on the ground. the night before i had been folding laundry in the living room. i had a couple of stacks of ‘hang up’ clothes that were draped over the baby gate in front of the fireplace. yes, it’s a christmas picture, but i knew i had it in my stash. at any rate, there’s the ugly baby gate that the clothes were hanging on. also notice the wood mantle above it that the nativity set is on.

light n’ crisp waffles recipe - everyone's favorite!

i got this recipe from my dad. i have no idea where he got it, but these are the waffles i’ve been eating as long as i can remember. they are so delicious, easy, and HEALTHY! OHMYGOODNESS, i cannot help but go on and on about them because they are so incredibly fabulous! if you want to see my picky eaters eat, come on waffle night! i think last time I made these, layla (all 33 pounds of her) put away 4 quarters of a waffle. that’s one WHOLE 10 square inch waffle. (and yes, i did just pull out my waffle iron and measured it!) anyway, here it is, without further ado… 1 cup flour (I usually do 1/2 white, 1/2 whole wheat) 1/2 cup yellow cornmeal 1 cup rolled oats 2 tbsp baking powder* 1/2 tsp salt 2 eggs 1/2 cup oil 3 cups buttermilk put all dry ingredients into a bowl, break in the eggs, add oil, then stir in the buttermilk. *t he amount of baking powder is not an error, but is the secret of the crisp, tender result! let the batter stand for a short time (15-30 minutes) to allow t

white chicken chili recipe

was just chatting about recipes w/ a friend and realized that i have talked about this recipe, even photographed a bowl of it, but haven’t ever posted it on here. what a shame, because it’s one of my family’s absolute favorites! i got the recipe from my betty crocker cookbook, and it’s one of the first things i ever made for dave and i after we were married. i even have the date written down next to the recipe and a smiley face, indicating we liked it. =) i actually don’t mess with this recipe too much, so here goes… i usually make a double batch so i can freeze some and still have leftovers. it freezes really well, so it’s a nice thing to have on hand. 1/4 cup butter 1 large onion, chopped 1 clove of garlic, finely chopped (or pressed) 4 cups of cooked chicken (chopped, cubed, shredded, whatever – sometimes i just throw in a couple of the cans of chicken they sell in a 6 pack at costco, if i have them on hand and don’t have any cooked chicken handy) you could also use turkey 3 cup

changes of season

in my old age maturity, i’ve come to really appreciate the rhythms that flow throughout the year, bringing the seasons and their changes and uniqueness and the varying ways these affect our lives. when i was younger, i always said i liked summer the best, because i liked warm weather. i held to this until a year or two ago, when in the spring, we were driving down a road and i was practically jumping out of my seat with excitement over the beautiful flowering trees and the other deciduous trees which were starting to get their leaves. that combined with the vigil i start keeping in late january when the first little green peaks of what will be daffodil leaves poke their way out of the frozen ground caused dave to point out that he thought my favorite season was really spring. he’s got a point. so i’ve thought about it, trying my best to come up with a firm ‘favorite’, and i can honestly say that it’s impossible! the closest i could come would be to identify a least favorite season, w

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