Children’s Art in Holiday Decor

I’ve done other posts on using your children’s art to enhance your home. While I’m really just beginning to learn how to do this, I am already so pleased with my very humble results. I don’t know much about art in general, but I know enough to realize that looking at these little creations around our house makes me very happy.

A couple of weeks ago, Meredith posted regarding holiday decorations, posing the question as to how much “stuff” we keep stored year after year to pull out for seasonal decorations. Until recently, I didn’t have too much stored away for seasonal decor except for the Christmas decorations. But little by little I am pulling a few things together for some of the other seasons of the year which lend themselves to pretty touches in our home.

This year I enjoyed decorating for fall. A few pumpkins here, a smattering of cinnamon sticks and potpourri there. But my favorite “new” decoration this fall is this funny little turkey that my sweet Jonathan did back when he was about three and a half years old. A quick trip to Hobby Lobby for a great frame and a custom mat, and I have preserved my little guy’s “art” for many a Thanksgiving to come…

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” ‘Ooot Dack”

which when translated for normal ears, means “fruit snack”…is the only name Josiah knows for construction vehicles. And all because he has grown accustomed to and fond of the little packaged fruit snacks from the grocery store with Bob the Builder’s various crew members inside. So now whenever we ride around town and spot a cement mixer, backhoe, or basic work truck, Josiah points excitedly and yells, “ooot dack, ooot dack!!!”. Unless of course it is a particularly large contruction vehicle, in which case he will very seriously add the qualifier, “BIG ooot dack!!!”.

Surgery For Grammy

Update from Jay, 9:40 p.m.
Dad took Mom home from the hospital around 5:30 p.m. For the most part, she has been sleeping ever since. We are thankful that all has gone so well today. Once again, thanks for your prayers.


Update from Jay, 2:24 p.m.
We just spoke to the doctor. Everything went well, and there were pictures to prove it. At this point, it is a waiting game to see when Mom has recovered enough to stand. At that point, she is free to leave. Thanks for your thoughts and prayers!


Update from Jay, 1:58 p.m.
Dad and I were just admitted to see Mom in recovery. She’s alive and well, though still quite groggy. Haven’t spoken to the doctor yet, as he is tied up in another surgery at the moment.


Update from Jay, 12:00 p.m.
Mom went in a little over an hour ago. The doctor told me to expect about an hour per procedure. Turns out Medical City provides guest wifi in the waiting rooms, so I’ll provide an update when she’s in recovery.


Today, we are praying for our sweet Grammy Ruth, who is as we speak undergoing surgery to hopefully deal with the issues associated with her Meniere’s disease. Jay’s Mom has been suffering with this debilitating disease for almost two years now, and our prayer and hope is that today’s procedure will be effective in removing the symptoms and attacks she has experienced as a result. In addition to the labyrinthectomy which she is undergoing to hopefully help correct the problems which stimulate the vertigo attacks, Mom will also be receiving what we are referring to as a “bionic ear” to help with the almost complete hearing loss in her right ear. You can read more about this here. She is really excited about the blessing of hopefully regaining hearing in that bad ear. We are truly amazed at the levels of today’s medical technology, and thankful that help exists for some of the trials she has experienced.
As I hear news from Jay I will try to post updates here as to the surgery’s outcome and Mom’s recovery. For now, say a prayer for Ruth if you will…thank you!img_5792.JPG

Trick – R – Treat!!

This year the three older kids decided to dress up for Halloween as Superheroes, so little Josiah went along with the theme. Very cool of him, though I am sure he had not a clue as to what a Superman was. This was really his first year to actively trick-r-treat, even though we’ve always taken him along for the outing. It took him only about three houses before he caught onto the fact that every time he ran up a front walk to an open door, the nice adult inside plopped candy inside his plastic pumpkin. Wow, did he ever like this!! It was such fun to watch him run with his little red cape trailing along behind him…

We trick-r-treated with a horde of other families from our neighborhood who gather early each year to traverse the streets all together. After an hour and a half of serious trick-r-treating, we returned home to share candy from our house with the older kids who make the rounds a bit later in the evening. Before the night was over, I had to post a few quick pictures here (mostly for the benefit of some family members whom I know will be checking in for peeks at this year’s costumes!).

Here’s the group altogether, our mighty little superheroes:

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Our Lovely SuperGirl:

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The Clever and Very Dramatic Spiderman (he stayed in character ALL night!):

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Dashing Little Blue-Eyed Batman:

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And the cutest Baby Superman I’ve ever seen:

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Happy Halloween, Everyone. Boo to you!!

Homemade, To-Die-For Pizza

I have used the same pizza dough recipe for years, discovered in the recipe book which accompanied my breadmaker, a sweet gift from Jay during one of our earliest Christmases together. While I have made this recipe many times, last night was the first time I included fresh minced garlic as a topping, and IMHO this simple addition put this humble, home-made pizza over the top. So, so yummy. I am sitting here gobbling a leftover piece that tastes delicious after just a short zap in the microwave.

If you have a breadmaker, and five minutes to spare, you too can throw this dough recipe together, turn on the machine, and go get the kids from afternoon carpool. Or spend a little over an hour folding laundry or whatever. At any rate, once this dough is mixed and has risen, get ready to make yourself a couple of delicious pizzas. Here’s the recipe:

1 cup plus 2 Tbs water (I often use some skim milk for part of the liquid)

2 Tbs olive or vegetable oil

3 cups flour

3 Tbs grated parmesan cheese

1 1/2 tsp Italian seasoning

1 tsp sugar

1 tsp salt

2 1/2 tsp bread machine yeast

Place ingredients in the bread machine pan in the order recommended by the manufacturer.

Select Dough/Manual cycle.

Move oven rack to lowest position. Grease 2 cookie sheets. Divide dough in half, patting each half into a 12 inch circle on cookie sheet with floured fingers. Add pizza toppings…

I drizzle virgin olive oil around the edge of the crust and rub it in a little. Then I spoon a bit of tomato sauce all over. Add toppings – don’t forget the fresh minced garlic!! – and finish it off with your favorite combination of pizza cheeses: mozzarella, parmesan, romano, feta??

Bake at 400 degrees for 18-20 minutes till crust is light brown and cheese is melty and golden.

ENJOY!!

Snuggle Buddies

Josiah the big two year-old seems determined to grow up as quickly as possible, and leave the trappings of babyhood behind. A few months back he started hollering each evening about sleeping in a big boy bed. Upon realizing that we were determined to keep him in his crib for awhile longer, he took matters into his own hands. And has now made it a habit to park himself in one of the big kids’ beds each evening when he knows it is time for him to go into his crib. His adoring big sibs think this is hilarious, and will usually play along by tucking him into their bed and kissing him goodnight, but often they jump into bed with him, and try to convince me how wonderful it would be to let him sleep with them “just for tonight”.

Last night, Josiah climbed into Abigail’s bed before I could even get his jammies on. As if to proactively communicate to me how serious he was about staying in her room. While he snuggled under her covers, and yelled “sleep!! bed!!” over and over, I got some pretty cute shots with the camera. Which should tell you what a great parent I am at this stage of things…while my child willfully disobeys and hollers at me, I smile and take pictures of him. Ah, how the mighty have fallen!

But now, since I have taken all these cute pictures, I must share a couple with you. Please note big sister’s cheerful new bedding which finally went on clearance at the same time as an additional 20% off promotional coupon was in my possession, so we were able to get a fantastic deal on it. How nice that after a year and a half in her ginormous bed, she now has bedding to fit it.

Here is the very cute but disobedient little boy:

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Along with his mischievous partner in crime:

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Waterboarding as controlled death

Given the times we live in, I recommend this article: Waterboarding Is Torture… Period.

Waterboarding is a controlled drowning that, in the American model, occurs under the watch of a doctor, a psychologist, an interrogator and a trained strap-in/strap-out team. It does not simulate drowning, as the lungs are actually filling with water. There is no way to simulate that. The victim is drowning. How much the victim is to drown depends on the desired result (in the form of answers to questions shouted into the victim’s face) and the obstinacy of the subject. A team doctor watches the quantity of water that is ingested and for the physiological signs which show when the drowning effect goes from painful psychological experience, to horrific suffocating punishment to the final death spiral.

Shocking

A couple weeks ago, I did something I thought I would never do. Never. Not now. Not ever. It’s all rather shocking. I’m shocked.

I now own this shirt.

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That’s right. I have farmed out my upper body as an advertisement for a political candidate. I paid money to provide advertising, on my person, for Ron Paul. I’m still a bit shocked.

It now sits, freshly washed and folded, on the top of my stack of white t-shirts. I haven’t worn it yet, but that day is coming.