Simple Sunday – Moon and Stars

"The moon was but a chin of gold a night or two ago and now she turns her perfect face upon the world below" ~ Emily Dickinson

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Post Surgery Report – The Shrimp Lives to See Another Day

Just a short post to let all two of you know (my estimation of two being fairly generous, I dare say) that Kissy Shrimp has made it through his grueling twenty-minute surgery and is currently resting.

Here is Kissy Shrimp, wacked out on pain meds, but resting well post op with our sweet dog, Rosy.

There were a few complications that may result in permanent scarring, but shrimp being a rather dirty lot, don’t bother themselves much with vanity, so I don’t see a lawsuit being filed anytime soon.  Plus we did cover all his medical bills and we keep a roof over his head. 

Warning for those of you who are faint of heart I suggest you stop reading.  Below is a before and after shot of Kissy Shrimp’s gaping wound.  Neither one is pretty.

Kissy Shrimp on sterile operating blanket pre surgery.

 Once I had closed up the majority of the large wound, I noted a smaller one at his anterior.  I continued the original suture line up to incorporate both areas of concern.

All closed up. Not bad handy work for one who does not sew.

Thank you to everyone who sent cards, flowers, and kind words.  I will make sure Kissy Shrimp sends you each a claw written note in the mail.

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At Least There Will Be No Copay

I should not have had those two beers tonight.  I should go to bed early and sleep well.  I need to rest up for the big day tomorrow, for tomorrow there is a surgery.  I should have paid more attention.  I should not have let it get this bad.  I should have seen the warning signs.  But instead it has come to this.  I will need steady hands and a clear and focused mind – and my sewing box – for tomorrow Kissy Shrimp goes under the needle and thread.

While tucking Cody into bed tonight I handed him his beloved Kissy Shrimp whom he always sleeps with.  But not tonight.  No tonight he wanted to sleep with Rooster and Dog and actually asked me to put Kissy Shrimp on the pile of stuffed animals at the end of his bed.  I was shocked and a bit saddened to see his long time purple and white stuffed friend so easily cast aside.  Husband, who witnessed all this, informed me that Cody did not want to take Kissy Shrimp with in the truck on our errands today.  According to Cody, Kissy Shrimp had a large hole and there was stuffing that could be seen.  Cody wanted to protect him from further damage. 

I pulled Kissy Shrimp from the pile of the forgotten and together we examined him under the harsh glare of the reading lamp attached to Cody’s bed.  I found a small hole hardly worth noting and started to poo poo the entire thing, when we turned him over to expose his underbelly.  There it was; an open wound running with the seam line, exposed white matter and all.

Kissy Shrimp is currently resting, with aid of a light sedative, on my desk top.  Cody has requested to be there during the procedure tomorrow.  As far as Cody knows this will be an outpatient surgery with little risk of any complications.  I, however, am not so sure.  I do not sew.  I do not like it and I am not good at it at all.  This will be Kissy Shrimp’s third surgery in the last couple years and each one has left hideous scaring in the form of bunched fabric.

Wish me luck.  Wish us all luck.  And may the patient have a quick and full recovery.

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How Can You Stand to Live with Me?

Me:  Pete and Repeat went into a store.  Pete came out.  Who was left?
Cody:  Repeat?
Me:  Pete and Repeat went into a store.  Pete came out.  Who was left?
Cody:  Repeat.

(I have loved this joke since early childhood along with the I one a sandbox… joke). 

Yes, this is typical dinner time conversation around here.  It only took two times around before Cody, my five-year old, smiled and realized it was a joke.  Then Cody informed us that he had a funny joke and proceeded to tell the above joke to us.  We all laughed politely.  Not to be outdone, Carter, who is three, said in his deep dramatic voice he reserves for very important things “I have crazy joke.”  He looks around at all the things on the table while we all wait for him to tell his crazy joke.

Carter:  Ketchup and Watermelon go into store. Ketchup look out window. Who left?

Humm, we tell him we don’t know.  With a gleam in his eye he hollers out “Watermelon!”  We all laugh uproariously as he sits there so proud of his very own original joke.  This leads to several variations on Carter’s joke.  Then I come up with a new one.

Me:  Knock Knock
Cody:  Who’s there?
Me:  Owls
Cody:  Owls who?

Ah, I crack myself up. I sit there laughing hysterically until I realize that I am the only one laughing. I take it upon myself to explain the joke but it does not help matters.  I am sure you can’t believe it, but this happens to me quite often around here.  I ask in a rhetorical manner how can they possibly stand to live with me, what with all that wit and brilliance, and then quickly walk away so as to avoid any sarcastic remarks.

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Cookies Under the Clouds

What do you do when it is a gloomy rainy August day in the Pacific Northwest?  Well, I don’t know what you do, but I take the good advise of my three-year old and bake some cookies.  I wanted to try something new but it needed to be easy, something I was sure at least one of my kids would eat, and we needed to have all the ingredients.  This fit the bill perfectly.  Seriously good stuff.  If you want to see beautiful photographs of these cookies all artfully displayed and looking amazing, check out Bakergirl’s blog – it is quite nice and I think I actually have food photography envy.  If you would rather see some “action” pictures of two boys mesmerized by my Kitchen Aid that I took while trying to keep their fingers from getting wacked off by said appliance then please read on.

The boys checking out the butter and sugars that went into the making of these tasty cookies.

Mmmm, cookie dough...

The verdict is in:  three of the four of us love these cookies.  I am beginning to think that my five-year old was switched at birth as his lack of a sweet tooth is quite suspicious.  This recipe will surly be repeated, sooner rather than later.

After eating two small cookies, Carter ran into the center of the kitchen and started turning circles and doing a happy dance. Can you tell we don't eat much sugar around here?

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Simple Sunday – Towering Tree

While taking a morning hike with Husband, the boys, and the dogs - I looked up.

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Hands Up!

Perhaps most of you know the old game of holding your breath while driving through a tunnel.  Or maybe it is a superstition that if you hold your breath the entire way through a tunnel and make a wish it will come true.  I don’t know where this came from, but since my childhood that is just what you did.

Ready, get set, (large inhale)...

Some tunnels are very small and pose no threat.  It is the longer ones, especially if traffic is heavy, that may interfere with your ability to, oh say, operate a motor vehicle.  Now that I am a mom it is my job to suck the fun out of everything and impose ridiculous safety rules on things so, along with my kids, we created some new rules. 

  1. When entering a tunnel all occupants of the vehicle must raise their hands.  In the event of heavy traffic and due to the fact that our car is a stick shift, the driver may choose to exercise the one hand up rule.
  2. All hands must remain up for the duration of the tunnel.
  3. Cheering and hollering is optional

Since we live in an area with very few tunnels the boys decided to add a few rules of their own.

  1. All bridges must be treated like tunnels.
  2. All railroad crossings must be treated like tunnels.
  3. Every time one sees a trash can by the side of the road, it must be treated like a tunnel.

Carter, who is three, tried unsuccessfully to instill the trash can rule.  It was short-lived and may have had a better chance for success if he had not created it on a Monday – trash pick up day in our neighborhood.

If this all sounds like fun and you are itching to get out there and find a tunnel, bridge or railroad crossing, I beg you to rethink.  Remember that the rules apply to every tunnel, bridge or railroad crossing; you can’t just pick and choose.  You must be consistent.  Also consider the looks you may receive from passersby because lets face it, this hands up phenomenon had not yet spread worldwide and people might wonder what the hell you are doing.  There is also the blood flow issue that can occur when going over bridges close to a mile long (we have a few long bridges around our parts) that can result in numb and tired arms.  But at least no one in our car is passing out due to lack of oxygen so I suppose it makes for a good alternative to the holding your breath rule.

I just want to state for the record, that I have been known, while exercising the one hand rule, to hold onto the grab handle (that interior handle thingy attached to the ceiling in some cars).  While there is no specific mention of such a maneuver in the rules, I do feel a bit like I am cheating.

Shhhh, don’t tell my kids.  *wink*

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The Curse of the $5 Flat

The day started out normal enough.  There were plans for a lazy morning, errand running, blackberry picking with a friend at the bushes a short walk from our house, all followed by a picnic dinner at the free concert in the park.  After breakfast, the boys and I headed out to run those errands.  But then the weather got nice and, well there was a cute little park right on our way home.  We popped over to the park for a bit of playtime and while there I caught up on my email and checked Facebook.  A friend of mine had posted on my wall that a little market, which just happened to be right down the road, had a sale on flats of strawberries; five dollars but only yesterday.  Now if you remember this then you know my love of berries runs deep.  While strawberries are not my favorite berry, they do rank up there in the top five.  I sat there gnashing my teeth thinking of all the berries I missed out on.  When it was time to leave I decided to drive by the store just to see if they had one of their signs out proclaiming a five dollar flat sale.  They did.  In my typical bite-off-more-that-you-can-chew-iness I bought two.

The rest of the day was consumed by berries, of the black and straw variety.  The boys and I picked enough blackberries to fill two large cookie sheets to freeze and then distribute into freezer bags.

Fabulous and free for the pickin'.

Then in a rather mad and frenzied rush I cooked.  I made enough strawberry pie filling for two pies, making one pie for eating now and freezing the rest for later (never done this so will be interesting to see how well it survives freezing).

The store bought pie crust (I am ashamed to admit to using such things) shrunk and did funky things. The pie still tasted good!

I also made two freezer strawberry pies – the kind you blend the heck out of, fold in cool whip, pour into ready-made graham cracker or chocolate crumb crusts and freeze.  The kids also did their part by eating lots of those sweet red berries.  During my kitchen berry freak out I also made a quiche a la provencale to take with us as dinner to the concert in the park.  I don’t know if it was the wild look in my eye or when I started turning in circles with a cutting board and sharp knife in my hand looking for empty counter space but Husband quietly took the boys outside to play at some point during all this.

It is now a new day and I still have one whole flat of berries left.  I think I will try this strawberry crumble or maybe this.  Perhaps both.  Or I will become sick of being in the kitchen and just mash and freeze them.  What is your favorite thing to make with strawberries?

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The Little Things are Sometimes Not so Little

One of the many reasons I enjoy writing this blog is that it allows me time to think over the days events; to pick out the little things.  It seem that those are the ones most worth writing about, worth remembering.  The little things.  Things that happen during the day that might easily go unnoticed.  To an adult a little thing may be enjoying a cup of coffee or taking the time to watch some birds fly across the sky.  To a child it might take the form of ant watching or an interesting crack in the sidewalk.  Or a simple balloon.

Such joy from a blue balloon.

What is little to one may not be so little to another.  A couple of weeks ago, while having dinner out at a restaurant, what could have been a little thing  made a big impression on my three-year old.  During the meal I noticed that Carter kept glancing over his shoulder and finally he made a comment about a bunch of balloons tied to a railing by the register.  He had seen a family leave and the kids each left with a balloon.  He really wanted one.  I had not even noticed them.

When it was time to go he asked if he could have one and was told he could.  The boys each took their time picking which color they wanted, light blue for both, and the waitress tied the balloons on the their wrists.  Carter was pretty excited, watching it float above him as we left the restaurant.  He had that balloon for all of about thirty seconds before it slipped off his wrist and floated away.  Oh, the tears!  It was awful.  Husband and I looked at each other both knowing that going back to get him another one not the right thing, but boy did we want to.  He cried most of the way home.  He exclaimed over and over “I miss my baa-wooon!” and his loss was compounded by Cody’s last surviving light blue balloon.  In the grand scheme of things it was just a balloon; a little thing perhaps to you or I.  To him it was huge.  That night around 2:30 his crying woke me up.  He was calling out about how much he missed his baa-woon.  I went to check on him and he was fast asleep but still morning his loss. 

Watching Carter react to the loss of his balloon is a good reminder to me that those things I may not even notice or just give a passing glance, can mean so much more to him.  I always try to stop what I am doing when one of the boys call me over to look at a roly poly bug or what they have decided is currently their most favorite rock.  These things are important; I should be glad that they still want to share them with me.

He still brings up that fly away balloon from time to time; his lip will quiver and his eyes moisten.  A little thing like a balloon is sometimes not so little.

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Simple Sunday – Little Boy, Little Tracks

Little train tracks in the woods...

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