25 March 2009

23 March 2009

The Last Snowman in Maine

At least I effin hope so!

We've been in a bit of a dinner rut of late so we decided to shake things up a bit.

The boys helped me make these the other night:

Mini burgers topped with mashed potatoes with corn and strawberry embelishments.

They thought it was pretty cool.

20 March 2009

What Everyone Needs

A swing in their kitchen.

We put this up when our addition was just a shell. It never came down. Daddy-O has made several variations of swinging apparatus. The trapeze bar is the current favorite, but the plastic baby swing is the all time classic. They both still fit in it and they're less likely to fall on their heads, so it's tops on my list for good clean fun.

I highly recommend adding a swing in your house.

19 March 2009

Why is it Always the Boys...

...who get the incredible lashes?

18 March 2009

17 March 2009

Either You Are, or You Aren't

I don't think there's a food I don't like. With the exception of a textural issue with eggplant, I pretty much like everything. Daddy-O, on the other hand, is Mr. Meat and Potatoes picky with a sensitive Irish Catholic stomach to boot. I often go to bed thinking about what I'll get to eat tomorrow; he often forgets to eat at all. (FORGET to eat? Wha?)

Our boys are beginning to show their leanings on the food front:

Sunday morning the boys were busy playing in the living room when I decided to I make myself an egg and toast. O, sensing there was food somewhere in his proximity, abandoned his Lego's post haste and came sniffing to the stove.

He sat on my lap and we traded bites, but as usual he ended up eating most of the plate. When it was gone he pleaded for more. So back to the stove I went to produce a second helping.

Meanwhile, Bii wandered in to the kitchen looking for his playmate. I asked him if he'd like to join us for breakfast. He wasn't interested.

Me: Bii, you really need to have something to eat. Breakfast is the most important meal of the day...(yada, yada, yada)

Bii: Yeah, Mama. But I'm just really not a breakfast kinda guy.

Yep. He's definitely his father's son.

16 March 2009

Hello Cutie

I have never been more ready for spring. And yet...

Illustration credit Steven Felmore

I have never been more sad to see these cuties go...

12 March 2009

The Times. They've Changed.

Typical toy in the '70's:

Fast forward to the '00's:

This arrived on our doorstep yesterday

Simple. Sturdy.

A blank canvas, ready to be customized with markers or paint.

And when they finally trash it, it's completely recyclable. My kind of toy. Thanks Mark.

11 March 2009

What's Your Name's Hidden Meaning?

Wow. Some of this is spot on. Other's not so much, but interesting just the same... How 'bout you?

You Are Dreamy and Distracted
You are very intuitive and wise.
You understand the world better than most people.
You also have a very active imagination.
You often get carried away with your thoughts.
You are prone to a little paranoia and jealousy.
You sometimes go overboard in interpreting signals.
You are friendly, charming, and warm.
You get along with almost everyone.
You work hard not to rock the boat.
Your easy going attitude brings people together.
At times, you can be a little flaky and irresponsible.
But for the important things, you pull it together.
You are relaxed, chill, and very likely to go with the flow.
You are light hearted and accepting.
You don't get worked up easily.
Well adjusted and incredibly happy, many people wonder what your secret to life is.

What's Your Name's Hidden Meaning?

10 March 2009

Wow. I received an award! Known as the Smoking Typewriter Award, my friend WhoSheShe bestowed this upon me! She’s the writer I wish I could be ~ she often says what I struggle every day to get out in a coherent form... Thanks woman!
Here are the rules:

• Post the picture of the award (Got it!)
• Link back to the blogger who awarded me (Ay-uh)
• Google my name and share the results (With an unusual name, I expected this to produce something a bit more interesting, but no. So I changed this up just a bit and googled "Whenever Nell..." instead of just my name.)
• Share the love (Make your own spin on this if you like!)

1 - Whenever Nell went to visit her mother, she took the road that went into the village, and then turned and followed it south, towards the farmlands that filled the middle of Caragale and fed the capital. (I was never very good at following directions...)

2 - Whenever Nell stopped talking with an inside voice - which is more often than not - I felt like someone was just running their fingernails down a chalkboard. (Oh, that's nice.)

3 - How does Satam love so happily, whenever Nell judges the noisy onion very strangely? (Must ponder these noisy onions.)

4 - Whenever Nell's clothes got too small for her, Harv would pitch them into the deke bin and then have the M.C. make new ones. (Ha,ha, ha. Too small!)

5 - And whenever Nell stopped the duck, she planted herself on her belly, like you see Border Collie's do when herding sheep. (Yep. Control freak. That's me.)

So. There you go. I’m tagging some wonderful women and hope you’ll visit them too.



Dysfunctional Housewife

Sunset Zaguán

Carsick in Kennebec

09 March 2009

Hard to Believe...

...I had laundry hanging on the line yesterday... sigh

02 March 2009

Blah, Blah, Blah...

So what else is new? Blah, blah and more blah.