Archive for December, 2009

Between traveling to and fro to various family holiday goings and a very bad bout of food poisoning that Ries saw fit to pick up, this family has been hopping since last week. Sorry for the lack of, anything. I would have posted a recipe yesterday, but I was caring for the recovering Ries and a Gideon who is overjoyed and energetic with his new toys.

Ries was well enough to travel north for a brew date with his brother-in-law Keith this afternoon, so I had the house to myself and I actually got some writing done. Miracles never cease.

The big news was that Gideon got his first haircut today! If I get a chance, I will get those pics up tonight. My boys are on their way home and I am unsure what they will need from Momma this evening.

So I hope your holidays were fun and sick free! Pictures and stories… forthcoming.


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Whew, glad that’s over

Now ends the fall semester of 2009.  I must say that it was definitely not an enjoyable one.  I seriously doubted that I was going to pass my classes.  When all was said and done I received A’s in both classes.  In retrospect I feel a little bit like Michelle’s sister Jennifer who used to always worry about her grades and tests.  I never understood why it got her worked up when everybody around her knew she would get an A.  I have a little more sympathy for her now but you also can’t blame me for my worries.  After all, I got a 32.5 of one of only 3 tests in one of the classes.  (Still not sure how I ended up with an A, I didn’t think I did particularly well on the final).

I have never worked so hard in a class and still receive bad grades.  I have worked hard and got good grades, I have not worked hard and got good grades, and I have not worked hard and got bad grades.  But never worked so hard and still struggle so much.  It was a new experience.  Combine that with this parenting thing, work being busier, and an extra 2 hours worth of commuting per day and this was a significant semester for me.

I’m just glad it’s done.

–Ries, just 6 more like that to go!

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Closed for Business

In addition to being sick, Gideon has had to contend with a major life change. Our breastfeeding journey has come to an end.

Gideon has only been nursing once in every 24 hour period, right before bed, for a couple weeks now. I have noticed that our nursing sessions have decreased in length gradually. I knew that soon he would wean. I guess I just did not expect to be so sad about something I have been wanting as well.

Friday, we settled in to nurse and he sucked a couple times, then said, “Milkies? All gone?” I switched sides and he repeated his question in a sad little voice. Then he said, “Milkies? Eat? All gone?”

Thus began a full on crying, screaming, tears running, and chest heaving session of sadness. He cried and begged for his milkies. I cried too. I wished that I had been able to give him what he wanted, but nature (and my body) have decided that it is time for Gideon to be a Big Boy and for me to move from being a nursing mom to just a mom (until the next kid anyway).

Since Friday, he consistently asks for his milkies at bedtime, especially since he has been sick, but a short bout of sadness and he gets better. I have explained to him that I still love him and that the milkies are all gone. I think he knows, but still asks, just in case.

It seems like just yesterday, we were in the hospital, crying together, trying to get the hang of this new way of eating.

I can not believe my boy is so big. I can not believe he is a weaned boy. He still thinks the inside of my shirt is a reasonable resting place for his entire arm, but I am sure that too will eventually go.

Before I know it, he will be begging for the car keys and arguing about his curfew.

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We Have the Plague


Originally uploaded by Wandering Eyre

Life has been hard around here lately. Gideon was getting over a cold last week, when we realized he had contracted Hand, Foot, and Mouth Virus. This is a nasty virus that causes painful sores in the mouth. Gideon, usually a very good eater, has been living on applesauce, popsicles, jello, and chicken noodle soup. Thankfully, we are over the hump and the rash and sores are on their way out. He is definitely getting his appetite back. Yesterday, he ate 2.5 pancakes for breakfast.

Unfortunately, this virus can lie dormant for a few weeks and, though not causing physical symptoms, is still contagious. This means that we will have to keep Gideon away from his cousins over Christmas and he will not be able to go to the nursery at church for awhile.

This picture I took yesterday. Gideon is sad because he ate all of the egg I cooked and wanted more. I told him he could not have more until he ate his applesauce. Great sadness ensued. I was unmoved.

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It’s that time of year. Put some of this on the stove or in a crockpot and warm up over a steaming mug. Add a little kick in the form of rum, vodka, or brandy, and you will really be warmed.

Mulled Apple Cider

    3 qts apple cider
    1/2 c. orange juice
    2 tbsp lemon juice
    2 tbsp sugar
    2 tbsp whole cloves
    3 cinnamon sticks
    1 tsp nutmeg ground or 1/2 of a whole nutmeg seed
    1 orange sliced
    1 lemon sliced

Place the whole spices in a cheese cloth, nylon bag, or tea ball. Put everything else into the pot. Stir to combine. Place the container of whole spices into the mixture.

If cooking on the stove, bring to a boil then reduce heat to low. If cooking in a crockpot, turn on high until warmed and then maintain on low.

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He Works Hard for the Money

Gideon is picking up all kinds of words.  Some are unintended (ahem, Michelle).  But in this case we have been telling Gideon that when I leave in the morning for work that I have to go to work to earn money.  It is quite a  joy to come home from work / school and Gideon is extremely excited to see me.  Sometimes he is more excited about the dog getting excited then he is about my presence, but we’ll ignore that fact.

Yesterday I got home from work and Gideon came running from the kitchen where he was helping Momma make dinner.  He turned the corner and stopped.  He raised one eyebrow in the way he so often does (don’t know where that came from) and pointed to his open palm and said, “Money?”  When did my kid turn into a teenager (or wife)?  I seriously don’t know where he got the hand gesture in relation to money but I wish I could post the image that I captured in my mind.  It was priceless.

Michelle also tells me that they were checking out at the store when Gideon said, “Daddy, money.”  The cashier thought he was precious, of course.

– Ries, the provider

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Originally uploaded by Wandering Eyre

Darth Vader: Your powers are weak, old man.
Obi-Wan: You can’t win, Darth. If you strike me down, I shall become more powerful than you could possibly imagine.

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