Tag: humor

Ranch Burgers and Grilled Zucchini

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Peter’s mom, Marilyn, has a bountiful vegetable garden every summer and this one is no exception. She brought us great and HUGE zucchinis and lots of grape tomatoes, my favorite.

Tomatoes are a no brainer, we eat them straight up, caprese salad, etc. But zucchini is always a toughie. Besides bread, I’m a little stumped. Feeling adventurous, I sliced the zucchini long ways into strips, about a quarter inch wide. Salt, pepper and a little fresh garlic and grilled them up. The result as delicious! The garlic gives them a little spiciness and they go great on the side of turkey ranch burgers.

Ranch burgers are not my invention, but rather those at Hidden Valley. I tried the suggested recipe and the result is great. It’s an easy and fast dinner that even the munchkins like – 1 packet of dry ranch dressing and 1 lb of ground turkey. Mix well, form patties (go bigger, they shrink when cooked) and grill ’em up. Double the recipe and have plenty for lunch the next day.

Also I’ve gotten a comment from a reader who I actually know and like (although his comment made me question our friendship) regarding the simplicity an often the use of ingredients that are pre-made (i.e. Lenten Deliciousness). This person questioned whether or not it should really count as a recipe when it is simple to make and my answer is this; when you have a toddler crawling up your leg, a sink full of dishes and a very small window before all hell breaks loose due to hunger and bed time, and you have to create a delicious and healthy meal, you call me and let me know if my “recipes” count as recipes. Ok?

Tonight I tackle cake pops for Baylor’s family birthday diner tomorrow night. Pictures and play by play to come. Hopefully they are great pictures and a happy story and not something along the lines of the Whopper Brownies.

Weekend Work

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Baylor and I did a lot of yard work this weekend. Her contributions are along the lines of:

1. Don’t pull the plants out that have just been planted

2. Play in a big bucket of water

3. Water the plants. The house. The patio. And herself.

But we did get a lot new color in that will hopefully last at least until it’s 110!

Beautiful Salvia and Portulaca – a favorite!

I love that you never know what color the flowers will be


Finally getting bigger berries – these are aaalllmoosst ready!

Holy Head Butt

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This past Sunday marked yet another week of taking our sweet soon-to-be-two-year old to church. A ritual we’ve done since the week she was born. And until the last few months, has been a relatively simple process. As she enters the second year of her life, she has a new-found fun time at church. Mainly torturing her parents.

Last weekend Baylor was frustrated, hot and bored. In an effort to get my attention and thus relocated to the much more interesting and fun vestibule of the church, she attempted to head butt me. I gave her the mom stare trying to telepathically tell her “knock it off” when she went for a second shot. I’m quite sure that she knew that my usual response to a head butt is a head butt – which I obviously do gently and in a “I’m going to show you that this hurts” teaching kind of way. However, when someone sees you head butt your child, they tend to frown on that. Especially in a place of worship. Therefore my little Einstein knew if she threw her noggin at mine, she was probably A. going to get away with it and B. get to go to the vestibule.  And she was right.

So instead of a demerit system and empty threats, we tried a reward system. If Baylor was quiet, we would quietly thank her for being silent and then give her a yogurt raisin (her favorite). Brilliant? Maybe. But worth a shot none the less. I have to say that it did work, until about a half hour in. The little stinker caught on and then started making noise in order to be shushed and then she knew she got a raisin for being quiet. She’s either going to be president or live in a secluded cabin somewhere running a blog that plots to take over the world.

The one redeeming quality is she’s really stinking cute and I am always sure to dress her equally as adorable. Mostly because I think people are more tolerant of cute kids.

Church Talk

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This is the conversation Peter and I had on the way into church yesterday. I’m going to leave out who said what. You’ll get why.

“Oh no. I think I forgot to put on deoderent.”

“That’s ok. I forgot to brush my teeth.”

“Well at least we won’t have to worry about anyone sitting too close to us.”

Amen!

Phun with Photos

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If you could get your DAMN kid’s DAMN coloring book out of my DAMN bed, that would be helpful. I’d like to get some DAMN sleep!

“Mommy, I really loooove your shoes! Are you suuuure I can’t wear them a little longer??”

The real question is; who DOESN’T wear a knit cap and Little Gym medal to walk their dog?

Yet Another Note To Self…

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When sick and looking to whatever decongestant the pharmacist just had me sign for – no matter how many time’s I’ve taken it, and no matter how many pills are in each little bubble in the package, check to see what the dosage is. Because it’s no fun feeling like I’m walking through a pool of molasses all day only to find out I could have and should have taken two pills instead of just the one.

Also, stay at home moms should get sick days. Just saying.

What’s In Baylor’s Bag? 8th Edition

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This week’s bag of choice was the very unglamorous Target bag. The contents were interesting –  a lot more things she shouldn’t have let alone collect were  in her bag.

Yesterday she walked into the office with the knit hat on and the keys in her hand, said “bye bye!” gave me a kiss and headed out of the room. I thought it was adorable…until I realized she might actually be heading somewhere!

Contents:

Juice cup

Target bag

Pen and paper

Knit hat

Flip flops

A flower hair clip

French fries

The flosser that she uses to “shave” with Daddy

The phone and the ear piece that goes with it

And spare keys

Note To Self…

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Accidentally pouring Oxy Clean into the cup where the Downey goes in my HE washer will not result in really clean and soft clothes as I pretended my little hic up would. It will, in fact, result in the softener and stain lifter combining to make an unholy substance that clogs up said cup. This new substance will lead to me having to look up on the internet how to get the soap cup contraption out of its place so I can chip/wash the now solid, albeit delightfully scented concoction down the drain.

On the bright side, now my garbage disposal smells really good.

Happy Momma Day!

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I have been trying to teach Baylor to say “happy mother’s day” but since she refuses to slow down long enough to say a full sentence other than “let’s go!” or “come on!” (so weird since her parents aren’t like this AT ALL) the best I could get out of her was “app-y momma day!” and that took like 5 whole minutes and lots of coaching so we’re good with it.

I received my very first child made gift this year. A beautiful bracelet! Baylor picked out all the beads and the sequence of the beads and Grandma strung them together for her. Bay did insist on wearing it most of the morning, but I was able to locate it from under the couch cushions during nap time to snap a picture.

My beautiful new jewelry

Momma and her jewelry designer

Baylor’s assistant, Grandma and Daddy – and Bear

We did miss my mom this year – she is freezing in Montana already for the summer. But we did get to have a very giggly phone call and Bay got to talk to Noni in “Ontana”. I got an incredibly sweet card from my friend Kristin that brought happy tears to my eyes and a great new pair of running shoes from PW. We had a delicious brunch with Peter’s parents, a little shopping, a little swimming and lots of champagne – all in all? A great weekend. So happy belated Momma’s Day to all the moms!

My Call Is NOT Important…

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Listen DMV, let’s not pretend. My call is most definitely not important to you seeing as I’ve been on hold for 15 minutes. Lets just call a spade a spade and instead of interrupting the bad music every ten seconds making me think that you’re actually answering my call, just tell me you don’t care and you’ll get to my call when you get to it. Then at least I would respect you

This is the third time I’ve called to work out this an updated picture notice I received and so I knew all the numbers to push without having to listen to the loooong recording. The tricky bastards DISCONNECTED me because I pushed the buttons without waiting for the prompt. That’s low, even for you DMV.