Wednesday, September 23, 2009


On Sunday I burned the pot of oatmeal. (The pot is still soaking. Apparently my no-scratch sponge is no match for burnt oatmeal.)

On Monday, I semi-burned some chicken fingers.

On Tuesday, I burned two eggs. Because when you put your breakfast in the pan, and then start school, forgetting that you have two eggs frying on the stove top, they burn.

Yesterday, burn free. Today, burn free, although after I fried my eggs this morning I forgot to turn off the burner, and it would have been on for quite some time if Adam hadn't seen it before he left for work.

You see, my brain function has been reduced to an embarrassingly low level by the condition I find myself in. Growing a human being is not easy on the brain. Well, it's not easy on my brain anyway.

Simple tasks become daunting perils. Movie plots confuse me, words fail me, and cooking has morphed into burning. It is sad, people.

But this state of stupid does yield a yummy smelling fuzzy head and chubby cheeks and a heiny that fits into ridiculously tiny diapers. I may not be a smart woman able to successfully cook oatmeal, but I bake up cute little babies.


Sunday, September 20, 2009

smells wonderful

After a couple of days in a bit of a sleepy fog and the resulting frustration that comes from the fog, I awoke Saturday morning to the lovely aromatic blend of brewing coffee, sizzling bacon, and homemade Belgian waffles. Well, actually I awoke to Katie tapping me on the shoulder to inform me that she hurt her toe on the "woffice," which from the delicious smells that then entered my nostrils, I interpreted to mean she had somehow hurt her toe on the waffle iron.

I made my way into the kitchen where my sweet husband was cooking away. As he served me my waffles and bacon he said, "I know you have been a bit down the past couple days, so I thought nothing better to cheer you up than some fried pork product and sweet bread."

He knows me so well. I'm pregnant. I'm Polish.

Fog, be gone! Food is served!

Saturday, September 12, 2009

beach time

Adam treated us to a nice long Labor Day weekend vacation at the beach. It was lovely. Not hurried or rushed, not too long or tiresome, with the perfect blend of sunny and cloudy days. We all enjoyed ourselves, being thankful to have a vacation when we thought this would be a year without our usual week at the shore.

I love this photo of Adam and Joey in the waves. While Joey loves playing where the surf meets the sand, he still has some fear of heading out into the deep blue, even if it is just waist deep. The possibility of a wave crashing over his head is still a bit too much for him to handle. But Daddy did what daddies do and took the man-child out to see how harmless a few waves are.

I love how Joey is holding on so tight with one arm, the other hand holding his nose. He stayed out in the waves only as long as Daddy made him, and then was happy to be back in his comfort zone.

While Katie was a little dare devil at the beach last year, she was older and wiser this year, and would not play in the surf without holding my hand, and at no point did I have to restrain her from walking out to sea. She loved playing in her little baby pool where the most popular toy was an empty dish soap bottle re-purposed as a squirt bottle.

Summer vacation gave us lots of smiles, but none as big as Katie's.

Thursday, September 10, 2009


There shall be eternal summer in the grateful heart. ~Celia Thaxter

Tuesday, September 1, 2009

where the (somewhat) wild things are

Today was the consonant m in our phonics lesson, so after searching the Internet for 27 seconds to find an m activity and discovering that I did have two paper bags under the sink much preparation we made monster masks in honor of the lovely /m/ sound.

Katie was particularly frightening with her hairy eyes and strange advertisement placement.

Joey had originally drawn a monster mouth full of scary green and black teeth,

but then chose to cut the mouth out because his monster really wanted to eat cucumbers and dip.

Even monsters need their veggies.