Wednesday, February 17, 2010

Dinner Wars...

A long time ago (last week), in a galaxy far far away (while mom was away in Utah)....a little boy thought that this was the end all, be all, chicken, of chickens.
So tonight, when mom said that we were having chicken for dinner and put this on the table:
that little boy said, "THAT is NOT my favorite chicken, I like Daddy's chicken best". In bewilderment mom searched her brian for a time that daddy ever made chicken or anything that resembled chicken because mom knows that dad's culinary skills don't extend past anything that doesn't come in a box. Seeing mom's confusion the son clarified, "you know that chicken that comes in a bucket".
What planet do I live on when my kids measure up my homemade, specially seasoned, free range organic chicken, cooked to juicy perfection with love and care, against mass produced, breaded, deep fat fried chicken that has probably been in a freezer for as long as the kids have been alive, and find MY chicken lacking??? Like I said, it had to have happened in a galaxy far far away, because if it happens again in my kitchen the only thing that will be on the menu the next night is this:

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

I am a little scratched up, but not muddy.

So there are to kinds of naps, the famous cap nap, and the sleeping like a baby nap. I personally am a fan of both. If I am looking for a quick 30 min cat nap, I, like my feline counterpart, look for the warmest sunniest spot in the house and curl up for a quick bout of shut eye. On days when I am just dragging and feeling sluggish and dull, the answer is almost always, a cat nap. I wake up feeling refreshed and down right perky. The other type of nap though is a totally different thing. When I want to sleep like a baby I make sure that the house is quiet, the room is as dark and silent as a tomb, and my clothing as unrestrictive as possible. I snuggle down into my comforter, fluff the pillows, and give a little shiver of anticipation knowing that I have sectioned off at least 90 mins in the middle of the day to rest. It is a luxury and doesn't happen often but I justify it when I've had a sleepless night, or feel like I'm getting sick, or if the calender tells me its a Sunday afternoon.
So this morning I woke at 6am, the crack of dawn in my book, after going to bed too late and having annoying dreams that kept me from really enjoying my sleeping time (you know that life if off kilter when you dream about the problems you can't solve in your waking hours and you feel supremely irritated that you don't even get a break from them while you are unconscious). I got up and thought that I might as well be productive while the house was so quiet and so I started in on getting caught up on some business stuff
(did a bit o blogging: www.shamaleaphotography.com/blog). When the family woke I hopped into mommy mode and made breakfast, got kids dressed and off to school, took care of the baby, picked up, wrote out a grocery list, made a couple of calls, and felt like I had to be at least half way through my day already, only the clock mocked me by flashing: 10:15am. Jon didn't have to leave until close to 11:45am so it came to me that I could either indulge in a really LONG hot shower then do my hair and make up or I could go back to bed for a while. The lure of having the bed all to myself won out and I headed up stairs mentally preparing for a 'sleeping like a baby' nap. But then as I passed the living room there was a very seductive (and in WA in Feb), and very rare patch of sunshine warming the most comfy part of the couch. Which type of nap should I take? The one where I shut myself away and really power nap, or the one where I stay in the hub of the house so that I doze on and off while the sounds of my family buzz in the background. Cat or baby, baby or cat???? A nap needed to happen, and fast, because while I debated the pros and cons I had already lost 15 mins! In the end I opted for the darkness of the bedroom, the quiet hum of the noise machine, and the joy of sleeping in the middle of the bed and utilizing all the pillows. Sounds nice right? Not when your head hits the soft downy comfort of the pillows at 10:30am and you start dream lecturing yourself about missing out on that sunny patch of couch at 10:45! My subconscious self is apparently quite worried about the amount of Vitamin D my body is receiving as well as noting that by sitting in the sun I could put a little color back into my pale winter pallor. I kept telling my subconscious self to back off because I only had 45 more mins of good sleep ahead of me, and it argued back that 45 mins was really more a cat nap and maybe I should have just taken the hot shower after all. 11:20am rolls around and I decide that me taking a nap is a lost cause. So here I sit, not pretty from extra time putting on my make and doing my hair, not rested from a really good nap, not even a little bit more clear headed from soaking up the vitamins of the sun. Where did I go wrong I wonder? And all I can come up with is that I tried to chase the almost impossible dream of napping in the middle of the day. I reached for the stars and had to drag my feet in the trees by going for the 'sleeping like a baby nap', but I applaud myself for my audacity. I could have copped out and gone for the 'cat nap', but that would be like reaching for the tree tops and dragging your feet in the mud. Am I right?


Monday, February 15, 2010

My own private bat cave...

This is one of my favorite times of the day. I turn on the shower and relax as the steam fills the room because I know that for the next 15 minutes I am in my mommy cave. The door is locked and the sound is so dampened that I can barely hear the kids fighting over weather to watch Dora or Ben 10. Ahh, and then there is the HOT water. Even Jon doesn't understand how I can stand the nearly scalding temperatures, but I love it. My bliss is having the water pound down on my shoulders as I breath in the fragrant steam. I stay as long as possible, without care or concern for my water bill or the environment. This is my cave, no such thoughts allowed. Eventually, the knocking on the door begins and even the sound of the water echoing against the shower wall can't drown out the sound of: "Mommy, Caden won't give me the remote", "Mommy, the dog threw up on the carpet", "Mommy, someone is at the door and they want you to write your name" (all things I heard this morning). And, regretfully, I have to turn the water off, chastise my kids for fighting, feeding the dog cheese, and opening the door to a stranger. And although I must leave my steamy cave of solitude and peace, I am now ready to face my day with clean mango smelling hair, freshly shaven legs, and back muscles loose enough to haul around my 16lb baby all the live long day.
Good bye mommy cave, the light of day awaits.

Sunday, February 7, 2010

How can you not love your life when you wake up to this in the morning??

I am in Utah and I brough
t my little Danali with me. I have loved this one on one time with my sweet daughter. This morning I pulled in her in bed with me at 7am to keep her morning "singing" (really high pitched squealing) from rousing the slumbering inhabitants of the house. She and I drifted in and out of sleep for an hour or so and at one point I looked ove
r and saw this little face looking back at me.

I smiled at her and she smiled at me...and I felt overwhelmingly blessed. This little girl just radiates joy and delight in the world around her. When she turns those bright blue eyes on you it is like a she casts a spell. You feel like she can see right into your soul and marvels at what she sees. She draws you in and you can't help but be warmed and a little more joyful yourself.

Tuesday, February 2, 2010

Did a little photo shoot with Miss Ella....

I took my daughter down to the studio today to get her 6 month pictures and brought along my "almost 4 year old", Ella (she wants it broadcast from the mountain tops that the big FOUR is just around the corner for her). Ella was more interested in the movie I put on for her in the proofing room than the photo shoot going on in the studio UNTIL she caught sight of the tutu. Oh, how she marveled at its luscious fusia folds and pined to be the model for such a garment. So when the baby let me know in no uncertain terms that she was done being my subject, Ella got to make her almost four year old modeling debut.She was so thrilled by the shoot that she begged me all day to put them on the computer so that everyone could see the tutu she got to wear. When I asked her who, "everyone" was, she said, "MOM", you know, "EVERYONE". So here is a sneak peek at our shoot together, EVERYONE.