Frog with Blue Spots and Purple Stripes

By Daphne.

I think I may embroider this on something.

A Blog to Get Things Going

I am blogging, but I'll admit my heart's not really in it. I've been putting it off. It's been a tough month, and I'm not in the mood. But I'm hoping that once I start, I'll get over the hump and post with better consistency. So here goes.

One good thing is that I'm knitting again. I'm working on this scarf (above) for my dad's birthday, which was yesterday. Needless to say, I didn't get it done in time. But I hope to finish it before too much longer, because winter should be back any day now. Yesterday, it was 63 degrees, but today when I picked up Daphne from school, there were snow flurries.

We celebrated my dad's birthday on Sunday, and there was pie:


My mom made it, and it was GOOD. Chocolate cream pie with meringue. I, on the other hand, did NOT make a pie, which is very disappointing because Saturday was National Pie Day and I had big plans. Unfortunately, Daphne had a bad cold over the weekend, and pie just didn't happen. In fact, dinner may not have happened, except Kev stepped up and made Guinness Beef Stew on Saturday and saved the day. Also GOOD. Anyway, I WILL make pie, but it will be late. Like the scarf. I never used to be late. Ever. I am diagnosing myself with adult onset ADD (most definitely without the "H"). I just can't seem to get organized or complete tasks efficiently anymore.

BUT, what I CAN do is play the drums on Rock Band. And, according to the game (which I am now very suspicious of), I can suddenly SING too. I got 100% on medium singing Fleetwood Mac "Go Your Own Way," and I KNOW I wasn't hitting those Lindsey Buckingham high notes. No wonder that poor girl who tried out for American Idol after practicing and getting high praise from Fake Simon on the A.I. video game thought she could sing. It's totally bogus. The drums, however, you can't really fake your way through. You either hit the beats or you don't. Man oh man, I love playing the drums on Rock Band. The only thing I don't like is that sometimes you have to play along with really horrible songs by bands like Motorhead and System of a Down and so forth. I can't sing, but at least I'm better than Lemmy. Good grief. Who LIKES that crap?


Pictured above are some of my Christmas gifts from Kev. The pot has gotten a LOT of use. The pannier is awesome, but I won't get to use it until spring. See those little hooks? It hooks right on my bike, and I'll be able to fill it with things like snacks and my camera and my new picnic quilt that my mom is making me and small knitting projects and whatever else one might take along on a bike ride. I can't wait. And last but not least, the fabulous daisy-printed thing, in case you can't tell, is a market cart. It's on wheels, so I can pull it all around town to the farmer's market or the grocery store and use it to carry things home. Yesterday, I got to use it for the first time. I promise you I had more style than anyone else at Safeway. OK, that's really not saying a whole lot, I guess. Safeway isn't really a very stylish place. But still. I love my market cart, and intend to use it regularly.

So, that's some of what's been going on around here. A couple funny Daphne notes: This morning, I went upstairs to get dressed, and I heard Daphne calling, MOM, with great urgency. So I called back down the steps, WHAT? And she hollered, "What are golashes?" Me: They're like rainboots. Her: When do you wear 'em? Me: Uh...when it rains. Long pause. Her: Do dogs wear 'em? Me: No. Her: OK. And that was that.

Then, she asked if she could make a Christmas list for next year. I said let's wait until after school, but she said, "Well, it's not a very long list." So I said OK and she dictated it to me:

1. A BBBBIIIIGGGG wall with ropes for climbing and a helmet.
2. A banana shirt.
3. Balloons.
4. The rest of the guys from Meet the Robinsons. (She already has the "Wilbur." And she already broke off one of his legs.)

I would like to visit Daphne's imagination for a while and see what goes on in there. She's so dang funny. The other morning, I went into her room when she woke up, and the first thing she said to me was not "Good morning Mommy," but, "I have a super large head." And she is making up a story that she's dictating to Kev about a guy named Parker Charlie (!) who has a pug named Bob, and who rides backwards through town on a two wheeled unicycle and always forgets to zip up his pants. So, I am very lucky and happy to get to spend time with my funny little kid. I need to remember this when she is having a meltdown or a moment (or two) of stubborness like she did today after school. There are times when we consider having her spend the teenage years in bootcamp. If she is this stubborn now, she will either outgrow it, or we're REALLY in for it. Let's hope she outgrows it. I don't think they let you bring your mommy with you to bootcamp.

OK, well, I feel sorta all nice and bloggy again, so I shall try to post again soon. Off to work on the scarf for a while. Or maybe practice my drumming skills. Sweet.

Chicken and Biscuits

Some food is very photogenic. This, well, not so much. However, MAN OH MAN was it tasty. Kev received this recipe from his sister, Kim, as part of his birthday gift, and yesterday it made it's Leesburg debut. I do not think the biscuits are supposed to sink. I would imagine that ideally, they sort of hover atop the creamy chicken goodness in the pot. But it was still really really good, and Daphne even liked it, so it is for sure going into the rotation. The best part is that we get to have the leftovers tomorrow night. Thanks, Aunt Kimmy.

In other food news, today is National Popcorn Day, so we'll probably have some tonight for a snack.

And as mentioned before, Saturday is National Pie Day. I still haven't decided what pie to make, but I've got time.

Today is like spring. I think it's in the very high 50s, so after school we went to the park with some of Daphne's classmates. It was good to be outside. Without a hat. It's been a long time. Winter is far from over, so this was a real treat.

OK...off to be productive. Or maybe I'll just take a nap.

GNO

Things have gotten almost back to normal around here, and Christmas is sort of a distant memory. Even so, I've managed to stay pretty busy. Last Wednesday night, I went to dinner with some of the other mommies from Daphne's preschool. It was a fun night out and I hope we do it again sometime. I ordered some tapas, and the food was pretty good, but not great. It made me miss Cafe Madrid. Oh man. I REALLY miss Cafe Madrid. And La Duni. And Gloria's. And Legal Gounds. And barbeque.

I really shouldn't complain so much about missing the restaurants in Dallas. Leesburg has some great places. Friday night, Daphne spent the night at Grandma and Grandpa's, so Kev and I walked right down the street to the coffee shop (Shoes) which now has an evening menu. I got some polenta with mushroom cream sauce and it was GREAT, and Kev really liked his beef stew (although it can't have been as good as the Guinness one). Then we came home and played Rock Band until way past our usual bedtime. Good times. Thanks, Mom and Dad and Jeff, for babysitting. I have moved up to "medium" on drums, and still usually get in the 90s (except on that dang Pinball Wizard...it's baffling!). And since we won the plane, we get to play Europe.

Daphne and I have been going to Parent and Child yoga class on Fridays at the rec center. It is pretty fun, and Daphne's really good at it. She is a good listener and tries really hard. Next month, she starts a little 6 week ballet class. We'll see how it goes.

Yesterday, Kev and I (finally) unpacked a bunch of pictures that have been sitting in the dining room in huge cardboard boxes for a year. We hung up a few which made quite a difference. But the biggest improvement is having a box-free dining room. I wish there was a way to make money playing Rock Band so we could make all the home improvements we want to make. But that's OK. One step at a time. We're going to live here forever, after all.

And I finally managed to start knitting again after a long dry spell. Hooray. In fact, I think that's what I will do now.

PS. Project Runway and American Idol are back! Yes!

Crafty New Year

I am excited to tell you that everyone in the family is getting all arts-and-crafty. Daphne pretty much ONLY wants to do arts and crafts. She got lots of craft supplies for Christmas and is speedily using them up. She took a picture of some of her creations (above). I may have to snag the ROCK necklace to wear to the Loons gigs during Rock Band. (We are getting good. We won a plane!)

Kev is also getting into the act. He got a linoleum block carving/printing starter kit for Christmas, and below is his first print:

Pretty cool, huh? I love it. I have all kinds of ideas for his future carvings. Birds, owls, a silhouette of Daphne maybe. Limitless possibilities. I'm glad he likes doing it.

Meanwhile, my dad has started oil painting. He just started last week, and he's already knocked out four paintings! Here is one with some people you might recognize:

Isn't that great?! I have requested one of our old house in Texas when he has time. I also think he should paint a picture of the Zesto. The best thing is that he really seems to enjoy painting. I wish I could paint. I think I would be terrible at it. I don't have the patience.

Finally, my mom has started quilting. She started a couple months before the move, and I think she has finished almost four. She made Daphne a nice warm fleece snowman quilt, and a smaller one that matches for Daphne's "guys":

She's working on one for me but I haven't gotten to see it yet. I think I get to help pick out the backing this week sometime. She also made me this apron for Christmas:

She gave it to me along with this book. It's a perfect pie-baking apron, and just in time too because January 23 is National Pie Day. I told Kev I want to make one pie each month this year, and then make a pie calendar at the end of the year. He said we will gain 20 pounds if I do that. But I still might. It's not like we have to eat the whole pies by ourselves. I'm sure we could find people to help us. Who doesn't like pie?

So, anyway, everyone is making things! It's so great! I suppose Jeff will be next. I wonder what he will do. Macrame, perhaps? Needlepoint?

Everyone is making things except for me. Ugh. I have a really bad case of knitter's block at the moment. I think I just need to pick up my needles and do SOMETHING to get back in the groove. Maybe a washcloth or something simple.

First though, chores. Better get going.

Chicken Littles

School was closed on the last day before the holiday break due to Blizzard '09, so today, Daphne's preschool class had its make-up Christmas party. Actually, they aren't allowed to call it a Christmas party. It's a winter party. In any case, I love the little parties they have at school, because they let the parents come for the last hour of class for a craft (see the antler hats) and a snack, and then the kids put on a little show. It is the cutest thing ever to watch. All the kids are so different. Some just sort of stand there like deer (or in this case reindeer) in headlights. Some cry. Some get really into it and have a blast. Daphne is always very serious. Today's grand finale was the Chicken Dance. I am pleased the school is getting an early start in preparing our children for all the future company picnics, wedding receptions, and polka festivals they will be attending in their lives. Very practical. They also sang Five Little Monkeys and recited a few poems. Party day is so great. The next one is the Valentine's Day party, which they are allowed to call a Valentine's Day party. I hope they learn the Electric Slide!

Before the party, I went to Shoes for coffee with a couple of other mommies from Daphne's class. What a nice treat. I feel like I have been going non-stop for so long, and it was nice to sit still and have adult conversation for a couple hours.

Yesterday, I took down Christmas, which was exhausting. I still need to take down the lights and disassemble the tree, but the hardest part is over. The worst thing about taking down Christmas is having to repeatedly go into the basement. Our basement is functional but creepy. And due to recent incedents, I am a little paranoid about the possibility of meeting up with some sort of nasty critter while I'm down there.

OK...off to enjoy a little Tara Time while Daphne sleeps off the party. Perhaps I'll knit!

Bowling Slowly

Yesterday we went bowling. Bowling with Daphne requires a great deal of patience. It generally takes about 90 seconds for her ball to mosey down the lane. You can hear the guy in the next lane comment, "It's amazing it knocks any over." She watches it very intently as it makes its way to the pins. She beat me in the second game, but I think the scoring machine made some errors. Plus, my "Drummer's Arm" was acting up.

Yesterday was fun. We went out to breakfast, then there was bowling, reading, a nap (for me!), Rock Band, arts and crafts, and leftover jambalaya. I am glad we aren't a football family.

A Few Things Worth Mentioning Before Moving On...

So, for Christmas, Kev conspired with my parents and Jeff to get us a Wii with Rock Band 2 and the Beatles Rock Band game. This has already provided hours of fun for our whole family, including Daphne. The whole gift thing is such a Christmas conundrum. While each year I hope to downsize all the gift-giving, I must admit that I got really excited about getting Rock Band and all the other great gifts I received this year. It's just FUN to get nice gifts. And it's fun to GIVE them, too. But really, I think next year we all have to find a way to cut back. Christmas isn't about the presents, and I don't want Daphne to think it is.

Anyway, there she is, singing Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds. She does well with the really repetative songs. I think she got like 29% on this one! We told her to just be loud, and if she doesn't know the words, to sing "watermelon watermelon watermelon..." It's pretty fun to watch her. (And a note to my friend Emily, we most definitely will not be letting her do "Happiness is a Warm Gun." I don't even let her watch Phineas and Ferb!) I like playing drums best. And Kev is getting really good at guitar. We formed a band called The Loons and are currently on tour. We have already won a van and a bus and made enough money for my character to buy some cool orange western boots. Then, I had to stop playing for a couple days because I got "Drummer's Arm." I'm pretty sure real musicians don't have to use Bengay after one afternoon of rock. It's pretty embarrassing.

During our trip to New York, Kev and I got a chance to go out to the movies with some good friends while his parents babysat the Peanut. We saw Up in the Air and I highly recommend it based on the following:

• (Ridiculously long and loud) car chases -0.
• Senseless violence - 0.
• Aliens/monsters - 0.
• Silly Hollywood convenient plot devices and predictable sappy endings -0.
• Cameos by the great Young MC singing Bust a Move (OK smawdy, go to a pawdy) - 1
• Clooney is just good.

If you like good music, check out the Kings of Convenience if you haven't already. Simon and Garfunkle meets Belle and Sebastian. Good stuff.

A note about Althea's hat. People are now saying she bought it from a street vendor in NYC, where these hats are all the rage on the subway. So disappointing, Althea. We thought you were one of us. I still want to knit one, though. And also one like Jovie has at the end of Elf when she sings Santa Claus is Coming to Town.

I am reading The Bicycle Diaries by David Byrne. So far, it's very good. In fact, I am going to go read it now...

Tomorrow, we bowl.

LEON

It's not Christmas until somebody moves the window angels around. This year it was more difficult. They were taped down. But someone was determined.

And so, we start another year. That's good. I'm ready. The last month of 2009 was crazy and stressful and fun. There was a blizzard. There were several different Christmas celebrations. There was travel, but not on a plane! There was family, friends, and food. There were movies and restaurants. There were gifts. And gifts. And gifts. So much for down-sizing Christmas. There were birthdays. There was family game time. There was snow on Christmas day. And there was one very excited little Peanut. But now, I'm ready for some normal. I don't even think I am going to have the usual post-Christmas let-down this year.

If you'd like to see pictures from the past few weeks, there are plenty on Flickr. And Daphne got a camera for Christmas, so she now has her own flickr page here. (She took the LEON picture above). I love her pictures. Many of them are blurry and strange, but they give you an idea of how she sees the world.

I hope you all had a good Christmas, too.

OK. On with 2010.

That seems so Sci-Fi.

I Got Got Got Got No Time

Well, you know I've been busy if the first snow of the year came and went without a peep from me. I honestly can't even tell you when it happened, just that it was sometime between the last post and now. Christmas is in full swing around here, and there is just no time to blog. The tree is up, the house is decorated, and as of a few minutes ago, most of the gifts are wrapped. I still have to wrap all of Kev's stuff (Christmas AND birthday!) and a couple of unfinished items. I am pretty sure that I will not be able to do everything I need to do by the time it needs to be done. Christmas cards may go out in January again this year.

But if that's the case, so be it. The world is not going to end.

This is the year I was going to give everyone handmade Christmas gifts. I was going to have everything done by Thanksgiving so I could just enjoy Christmas, all stress-free. Well, I am sad to say that pretty much nobody is getting any handmade anythings this year. And I didn't even start on Christmas until after Thanksgiving. Oh well. My intentions were good. And although the season has hardly been stress-free, I AM enjoying Christmas very much. Daphne is at the perfect age. She helped with the tree and the Christmas cards and a few other things. The town had a parade and a festival, which she loved. I have managed to avoid malls, and so I haven't had to deal much with cranky shoppers and bad traffic. We had some nice snow. There has been eggnog and Elf and hot chocolate and fires in the fireplace and even a few nights out with friends and with Kev.

So, if I don't get to write again until after the holidays, which I probably won't unless it's pure procrastination, I hope you all have a really great Christmas. Try to make yourself stop to enjoy it. It'll be over soon.

The Very Most Important Job of All

This angel is the tree topper from my childhood. It's the only one I ever remember having. My parents gave it to me when I moved out and started getting my own tree. This is Daphne's first time putting her up on top. Good job, Little Peanut!

Somebody Tooted...

Boomboowa...

Here is a short video of Daphne's class performance. I should probably take it down after a couple of days since there are other kids in it. But for now, have fun watching the mild chaos...

Little Sacagawea

Today when we picked up Daphne from school, we were treated to a performance by the class. They just finished their unit on Native Americans, so they did a little Indian dance for us. It was so dang cute.

One time, we had a Cinco De Mayo party in the neighborhood, and my neighbor thought sopapillas were called "sacagaweas." We all thought that was pretty funny. But you probably had to be there.

Notice, Daphne chose an orange feather for her hat. She is so cool.

Not a Creature was Stirring...or WAS There?

Normally, I don't mind laundry day. On laundry day, I usually do all the laundry in the morning, then after Daphne goes down for her nap, I take it all into the TV room to fold while I watch old episodes of Project Runway or some sort of cooking show. It's very peaceful and relaxing, and I actually look forward to it.

Last week, laundry day was not what I was hoping for. I read Daphne her naptime story and headed downstairs. When I got to the bottom, I thought I saw something scurry under the TV room couch. I froze. It appeared to be bigger than a Texas waterbug roach, but smaller than a mouse, it was blackish, and if it had a tail, I didn't see it. I had no idea what it was. When I started to move again, I saw it on the opposite side of the couch, and again it ran for cover. Ugh. I emailed Kev, "Something just ran under the couch. It might be a mouse. I am freaking out." Then, I sadly took the laundry into the living room, where I folded it in fear, and without TV. Kev replied to my email, "Um...OK. Never a dull moment." Then he called, and offered as much help as he could from his office, which was not much. There were no more sightings and I forgot all about it.

Wednesday, the day before Thanksgiving, I spent naptime in the kitchen making my apple pie and some biscuit dough. By the time I was done and cleaned up the huge mess, Daphne was awake and I was exhausted. I stuck some baked potatoes in the oven and collapsed on the couch. After a while, I got up to check the potatoes. I stuck a fork in them, and they were done. I opened the dishwasher to put in the fork, and there, near the silverware caddy, staring up at me with his beady little eyes, was the cutest, tiniest, most horrifying little gray field mouse you ever saw. Imagine my reaction. There was a scream. There was a slam. There was handflapping and dance of panic. Thank God Kev was home. I spent the better part of the rest of the evening up on a chair while my poor nice brave husband completely disassembled the dishwasher, only to be thwarted by the crafty little critter. We had just about given up hope, and I (still on the chair) was about to start to cry, when Kev saw him run under the fridge. AHA! Cleverly using strips cut from a cardboard box and some packing tape, Kev trapped the little monster under the fridge. I got down from the chair, and we all ate some very well-done baked potatoes for dinner, after which Kev went to the store and bought a trap.

That night, I didn't get much sleep. I woke up at about 3:00 with a really bad case of the heebie-jeebies, imagining all the possible escape routes we might not know were behind the fridge. The next morning, there was nothing in the trap. Doom.

I went to Thanksgiving dinner vowing to forget about the mouse, which I did. Until we were about 15 minutes from getting back home. Then the panic started to return. But, awaiting us was a Thanksgiving Miracle! The mouse was in the trap! Poor disgusting little guy. He must have been really scared. So, our little family of three marched down the street at once, Daphne with the flashlight, Kev with the trap, and me with a giant weight off my mind, and we ceremoniously set him free by the creek. I slept really well that night.

I really hope there aren't more where he came from. I will never ever get that dishwasher scene out of my mind. Never. Ever.

Happy Monday

Aaah. Another Thanksgiving is in the books. And I'd call this one a big success. Great food, family, visitors from Indiana and Texas (man, I loved hearing that accent from home!), and this impromptu pre-feast prayer by the Peanut:

"Dear Zezus, I love you, and fank you for all this lovely Fanksgiving food. AMEN!"

My contributions to dinner this year were this apple pie, these buttermilk cheddar biscuits:

and these sweet potatoes:

For some reason, Blogger has taken it upon itself to rotate my photos incorrectly, so please just tilt your head to the right to view the pictures as they we meant to be seen. The recipe for the biscuits is here. I followed the recipe exactly, except I added some garlic powder, more cheese than it called for, and cut the dough into sixteen triangles instead of eight rectangles. They were good, and were compared to the ones at Red Lobster, so if you like those, this might be the recipe for you. The sweet potato recipe was given to me by a friend from back home, who answered the call when I Facebooked my need for a good recipe that didn't involve marshmallows. I changed her original recipe slightly, so here is what I did:

Peel, chop, and boil six sweet potatoes until fork tender, drain, and mash. Add a stick of butter, 3/4 cup of brown sugar, 1/2 tsp salt, and a couple tablespoons of maple syrup (I just poured it in...not sure how much I used). Mash this all together, and taste it to see if it needs more salt or syrup or whatever. Then spread it in a baking dish.

In a small bowl, mix together 1/2 cup flour, 1 cup brown sugar, 1 cup chopped pecans, and 1/3 cup softened butter, then spread this on top of the sweet potatoes. Bake for 15 min. or so, until the topping is all nice and bubbley. I actually ended up melting a little butter and pouring it on top, then turning on the broiler for a few minutes at the end to get it to bubble. Yeah, I know, I know. It's a lot of butter. But think of all the Vitamins A, B6, and C you're getting along with all that fat and sugar! These sweet potatoes were a huge hit with everyone, including Kev and my brother, neither of whom really like sweet potatoes. So, thanks, Joelle, for a great recipe! I owe ya!

The apple pie was the same one I made earlier in the fall to test out my pie bird (recipe link here). I stuck to the recipe exactly. I have become a brave enough cook to monkey with some recipes, but I don't mess with baking.

My mom made the rest, and it was all delicious. Too bad it only happens once a year.

On "Black Friday" (do we really have to call it that?), I joined my mom, aunt, great aunt, and brother for a daytrip to Old Town Alexandria. It was nice to have some time to do a little non-Mall shopping without my little sidekick. She stayed home with Kev, and they had a big time and even had a Beach Party:

So, thanks to Kev for giving me the day off, and to Jeff who drove us around and bought us a great lunch at La Tosca.

Saturday, everyone came to our house for breakfast and a stroll around Downtown Leesburg, and Sunday, I took Daphne to spend the day at G'ma, G'pa, and Uncle Jeff's house so Kev could have a day off too.

Between now and Christmas, there are many activities planned and much shopping to do, so I may be an infrequent blogger. But I will do the best I can. I will try to post the story of our unexpected Thanksgiving visitor if I get the time. I hope you all had a nice Thanksgiving and a good long weekend.

Time to sit and read a while...

It's Raining, Hats, and Dogs.

It is a dreary, rainy day. The kind that makes you want to curl up and take a nap. Unless you are Daphne, who decided not to take one today. She is now having "resting time" on the couch, but that probably won't help much when she gets whiney and cranky at dinnertime because she's over-tired. We're in for a challenging evening.

You may recognize the girl in the picture above as Althea, from this season of Project Runway. She is wearing a pretty fabulous knitted hat. It has created quite a stir on Ravelry (a website for knitters, in case you don't know). I (and many other people, apparently) am on a quest to find or figure out the pattern so I can make myself a hat just like it, only in a different color. Althea should have probably made it in a different color, too. The grey just isn't working for her. But it's still a cool hat. Bring on Season 7. As soon as possible. I love Project Runway.


The other night, Daphne lined up all her dogs on the couch so she could take their picture. Left to right are Diggo, Roscoe, Mister Rogers, Taffy, Spotty, Mister Scott, Quincy, Grape, and Mel. They are all good dogs. No shedding. No chewing. No accidents on the floor. I like them.

When I picked Daphne up from school today, she gave me this picture. In case you can't tell, it's a picture of me wearing a sunflower shirt. There is an apple and an orange on the left, and a small rock and a giant leaf on the right. And she wrote her name by herself. This is my new most favorite thing, and I will be framing it and hanging it in a very special place. Last night, she drew pictures of me and Kev and included giant nostrils that made us look like we had pig noses. It was cute, but I am glad she left them off this particular picture.

We haven't really been up to much around here. Our weekend was relatively uneventful. We have been watching a lot of Later with Jools Holland. By watching this show, I have discovered two new bands to love: The Pigeon Detectives and Fleet Foxes. These bands are probably not really new at all, but they are new to me because I am so out of touch with the world of music. Or I was, until Ovation TV started showing Jools Holland. Thank you, Ovation TV. I have also discovered some new music on the great KXT by Great Lake Swimmers and the Raconteurs. You can check out all of these bands on Grooveshark. But watch out for Grooveshark, because it's really easy to get sucked in and spend your whole day listening to Haircut 100 and Bananarama and De La Soul and Ratt and other stuff you used to have on cassette tapes but long since forgot about until Grooveshark sent you off on a tangent, just because you can. Beware the groooooove!

Tomorrow, I am making pie and gearing up for the first Thanksgiving at my parents' and Jeff's new house. There is a LOT to be thankful for. I hope you all have great food, lots of fun, and a nice turkey-induced nap.

Coming soon: Christmas panic.

Housiversary

Today marks the one year anniversary of moving into our house here in Virginia. In some ways it seems like it happened yesterday, in others it seems like a million years ago. Browsing back through over 50 Flickr pages of photos from the last year, I can't believe all the things we packed in. We've lived here through four seasons (DISTINCT seasons!), three parades, 12 First Fridays, and several various Fests. Daphne has turned three, started school, and learned to ride a scooter and write her own name. She has little friends. I am starting to meet new people. Kev's job is mostly going well. And my parents and brother are settling in, unpacking now just like we were doing last year at this time. It's so hard to know if moving across the country is the right thing when it's all going on, but a year later, I am pretty certain we made the right choice. I hope my mom and dad and Jeff like it here as much as we do.

So, Happy Housiversary Kev and Daphne. It hasn't been the easiest year, but it's been a good one.

Bikes and Barbecue

After a week of chilly rain, we were treated to the second beautiful Sunday in a row. Sunny and 74. Can't beat that in mid-November. So, once again, we loaded Daphne into the Burley and headed to Paeonian Springs, this time with empty stomachs and high hopes. And we discovered that good barbecue CAN be found in Virginia.

B'z BBQ Co., which is basically a guy and some impressive giant smokers, is located outside the Paeonian Grocery and Gourmet, so we ordered up some pulled pork and an angus dog for the Peanut, and had a delightful fall picnic at the little park by the W&OD trail. The food was great, and probably tasted even better since we ate it outside after a five mile uphill bike ride. And I couldn't think of one single thing I'd have rather been doing.

Now it's another Monday and Trader Joe's is on the agenda today. But first, coffee...

Fall, Cont'd. and Radio Texas

So, in honor of it still being Fall, our front yard maple tree finally decided to do its thing. The photo, taken on this dark and drizzly morning, doesn't do it justice, but it really is very pretty. Please pay no attention to the mess behind the tree...that is just our peonies. We are waiting for them to die back so we can cut them down. In spite of cool and rainy weather this week, weather.com has promised another beautiful Sunday, so I am hoping to repeat last weekend's bike trip to Paeonian Springs, this time for barbeque.

It's Wednesday, but it's an especially good Wednesday, because today is the day the movers bring furniture to my parents' and Jeff's new house. They are all now official Virginia homeowners, and Daphne and I are going over to help them celebrate with some donuts from Fractured Prune. You can't get much better than that.



In completely unrealted news, I wanted to alert any of you who like really good music to the launch of the great KXT 91.7. For many years, I was a proud member of KERA, the NPR station in North Texas, but when we moved, I cancelled my membership, thinking I'd eventually join WAMU up here. Now it's time to think again. KERA recently purchased the 91.7 frequency to start an all-music format unlike other more typical radio stations out there. It is GREAT, and even if you don't live in North Texas, I recommend streaming it on your friendly neighborhood computer. Buy some headphones and listen at work! This is what you WON"T hear: Boston, Celine Dion, Hootie, Dave Matthews, Michael Jackson, Lady Gaga, Puff Daddy, Garth Brooks, and so forth. If you want to know what you WILL hear, you can check out the playlist page. All it took to make a believer out of me was "Bonny" from Prefab Sprout's "Steve McQueen." I am hooked. So, check it out now and thank me later.

OK, off to join Moving Day.

If You Give a Kid a Microphone

She will probably make up a song about Santa Claus to sing with it.

Apparently, I am not the only one excited about Christmas around here...

This is for Blaire

Here is the most recent picture of Tula, my adopted penguin. She is protecting her two eggs and waiting for them to hatch. The great Dr. Mike will be sending more photos when the chicks are born.

Penguin adoptions make a great Christmas gift, so if you're interested, check this out.

TGIM

If there is one thing this family knows how to do, it's have a full-throttle weekend. And another one has come and gone in the blink of an eye. I know that most people don't like Monday, but I have come to count on it to slam on the breaks so I can regroup. I won't bore you with every single detail from the weekend, but I can tell you we packed a lot into two and a half days. The weather could not have been better, especially yesterday. So we loaded Daphne into the Burley and took a long bike ride on the trail to the Village of Paeonian Springs, about 5 miles west of Leesburg. The ride wasn't easy, because going west, the trail is ever-so-slightly uphill the entire way. However, there was the promise of ice cream to keep me going, and the ride home was a breeze. So, except for the part where the bug flew up my nose, it was a pretty perfect excursion. That, along with a night out with Kev on Saturday (thanks Mom and Dad), was the highlight of the weekend.

We're expecting another nice day today, so we need to take advantage of it before the cold and the rain arrive tomorrow night. So, I'm going to get off the computer and start the laundry so we can get outside. I hope that wherever you are, it is as beautiful outside as it is here. Such a nice treat before winter sets in.

Not that there's anything wrong with winter. Winter means snow and Christmas and paperwhites and pumpkin bread and hot chocolate and Elf and continued soup and pie-making and too many good things to list...

Mall Rats

Today, I went to what is possibly the world's snootiest mall: Tyson's Galleria. If you click on that hyper-link there, you will be able to sense the snootiness just from the little slide show that comes up on the home page. But I HAD to go. It has Anthropologie. And I haven't been to an Anthropologie in over a year. So, the big plan was to load up the Peanut and drive down to meet my mom and dad at the Galleria for a little mall time.

If I may quote the great Mo Willems, "arrangements were made." We were to meet G-Ma and G-Pa on the lower level of the mall, just outside of Macy's at 10:00. So, Daphne and I sat on a blue couch on the lower level of the mall just outside Macy's. Several minutes went by. No sign of my parents. I knew they were there, because I had just talked to them from the parking garage. Weird. So, I called my mom.

Me: Where are you?

Mom: Sitting outside Macy's.

Me: No you aren't, because I'm sitting outside Macy's and I don't see you.

Mom: Hang on...(shuffle shuffle shuffle)...

Then I hear her having a conversation with Mall Information Guy, who, after a confusing exchange, finally figures out that my parents are at the WRONG MALL. They were at Tyson's Center Mall or Tyson's Corner Center, or something like that. But not Tyson's Galleria.

Oh boy.

Luckily, these two malls are located basically within inches of each other, so I barely had time to grab a coffee and get back to the blue couch before they arrived.

Now, this mall has nothing kid-friendly at all about it. In spite of this, my parents bravely offered to watch Daphne for me so that I could have 30 minutes to myself in the happiest place on earth: Anthropologie. I swear I could live in that store. It has big comfy looking beds inside. I could just hide somewhere until all the workers leave and then stay there, like that girl in that movie who lived in the Wal-Mart. I could hang out all night, smelling their candles and trying on their clothes and reading their books. I'm telling you, you could not possibly go wrong buying me a gift from that place. I love every single thing in the store.

And they have great sales! Today I got a $118 denim jacket for $29!

So, thanks to Mom and Dad for going on Daphne Duty for me. I had a great 30 minutes.

The only other store we went in was Williams-Sonoma. That was pretty much the only store I felt comfortable going into wearing jeans and cowboy boots. I wish they would move the Anthropologie over to that other Tyson's mall. I looked it up on line. It has a much friendlier line-up of shops.

I am not big on lunch, but when I got home, I remembered I had some left-over Creamy Chicken and Wild Rice Soup from last night. So I ate some, and it was AWESOME. I took pictures of it, but honestly, it doesn't look very appetizing, so I'm not going to post any. Just trust me. It is the same one I made last year during the Winter of Soup. I followed the recipe except I added carrots and mushrooms to the broth, and used a larger box of long grain and wild rice because last time I thought it could have used a little more rice. Here is the recipe. I like to put a giant biscuit in the bottom of the bowl, and just pour the soup right on top. (I didn't say it was healthy).

Finally, congratulations to Fooie McGoo and his wife Melissa on the arrival of their newest family member, Sam. If I was anywhere near them, I'd totally make them some soup.

UPDATE: There is another Anthropologie in Reston Town Center! Much closer and a way smaller snootiness factor! Thank you, internet.

Catching My Breath

Aaaaahhh. Isn't that a peaceful looking picture? Don't you totally want to just get in that boat and row into the middle of the pond and sit there for a while?

The past few days have been completely exhausting, but in a very good way. I feel like this is the first time I have stopped moving since early Thursday morning, when Halloween officially started with the preschool parade. Friday was all about cleaning and making pie. Late Friday night, Kev's parents arrived to spend the weekend with us. Saturday we got breakfast from Deli South (great place!), went to the Farmer's Market, and then all spent an awesome sunny and beautiful afternoon having a picnic lunch at Corcoran Vinyards, which is where that picture was taken (more on Flickr). I highly recommend this winery...it wasn't crowded at all when we went, and there were picnic tables and plenty of wide open spaces for three-year-olds who need to run free.

Saturday night, my mom and dad came over and we all enjoyed pizza on the porch while we waited for the Big Halloween Parade to begin. It was so nice to have all of Daphne's grandparents here at the same time. At a little past 6:00, the first fire truck went by. An hour and a half later, it was over, and Daphne's pumpkin bucket was practically over-flowing with candy. My favorite part was the marching bands. If I could do it all over again, I think I'd like to be on a drum line. Those guys really seem to know how to have fun. (Sadly, the camel did NOT make an appearance, but I expect he'll be back in the Christmas parade.) There was no real need to Trick-or-Treat after all that, but we did go to a few neighbor's houses. In all, it was a great night, and the octopus costume was a big hit. I am pretty proud of it, but glad it's time to put it into retirement. I have already found the directions for making next year's costume on the internet and bookmarked the site. Someone in this family is going to be an owl whether they want to or not.

Sunday was rainy, so we spent the morning hanging around the house with Kev's parents and the dogs. After they left, I went to the library while Daphne napped and Kev cooked a chicken. Then I hung out with the Peanut while Kev cleaned up the ginko berries that have fallen so far. Ugh. It's awful. Something has to be done. After the parade, I heard people walking past our house complaining about the horrible smell ("puke-fest" I think was the actual word that was used). So embarrassing. I swear it's not our fault!

After dinner, it took just about everything we had left to make it through that extra hour until Daphne's bedtime (curse you, Daylight Saving's Time), and finally, bed.

This morning we were up early again, and off to a Parent/Teacher conference at the preschool (we got a good report!) , then Kev went to work and Daphne and I took a nice long walk to take advantage of some beautiful weather and to wear someone out for a nice long nap. She is asleep now, and it is very very quiet. I am going to make myself some kind of delicious warm beverage and sit on the porch with a neglected pile of magazines.

But first, a couple of quick notes: Daphne and I have gotten our fifteen minutes of "fame" here and here.

And finally, please check this out: Awesome Video Here -I Promise. Thanks to G.G. for the head's up on this. Hope you enjoy it as much as we did.

To the porch!

Oh, I'm an Octopus and I'm OK...

Right after naptime is not the best time for taking photos, but I wanted to get some pictures of the finished Octo-suit before it goes to preschool on Thursday. I am mostly happy with the way this turned out. There are things I would probably do differently if I made another one of these - which, if the good Lord is willing, I never EVER will - but this will be fine. And Daphne is happy with it, so that's really all that matters. I'll try to get pictures of this little octopeanut in action at the school parade and during trick-or-treating. Sadly, though, it is literally supposed to rain on the big town parade. It will be disappointing if we don't get to see what the camel is wearing for this one...

Pickin' and Grinnin'

If you live in a place that has apple orchards, you are almost obligated to go apple picking in the fall. So, yesterday we picked up Grandma and Grandpa and headed to Stribling Orchard in Markham, VA. This is a very nice, big orchard, and even though the parking lot was full, it didn't feel crowded. After the picking, we warmed up by a little bonfire, and enjoyed some grilled hot dogs and hamburgers from the snack area. It was a great way to spend a Sunday morning. and we were all exhausted afterward, but in a good way.

So, we brought home 14 pounds of apples. I need ideas. There is only so much apple pie one can eat. Last night, I started off Apple Week (or perhaps Month) with this delicious apple chicken curry (recipe here). It was easy and so good, and Daphne liked it a lot so it's going on the Keeper list. I stuck pretty much to the recipe for the sauce, but I cut the chicken into little pieces and cooked them in a frying pan. Then I put them in a baking dish with the sauce and put it all in the oven for about 15 minutes. Next time, I may substitute coconut milk for the regular milk.

I will probably make another apple pie, and maybe some apple butter. Caramel apples too, maybe, but I'd prefer to make things with peeled apples since these ones don't have the greatest looking skins (I fear mold). And, if I get brave, I may try apple dumplings. Please feel free to suggest other ideas if you got 'em.

OK, off to start my Monday. This week is all about Halloween. Then, I really need to start thinking about Christmas. I'd like to avoid Holiday Panic this year...

Add it to the List

I got this book at the library. Oh, I want it, I want it, I want it. It must weigh about 5 pounds, and it has very few photos, but still I want it.

Today, Daphne's class went on a Nature Hike at school. Each kid got a bag to fill with "treasures." Daphne made me wait until we got home so she could unveil her loot to me and Kev. I wish I could go to preschool. They get to have ALL the fun.

Here she is, choosing her favorite treasure. It's orange. And below, a little sneak peek:

Time to knit!

Now We're Getting Somewhere...

The costume is starting to take shape, and if all goes well with the head, by Halloween, my little Peanut should be transformed into the purple octopus of her dreams. (Does this make me an Octomom?) For all the time I've put into this thing, I should get to be Mom of the Year. Daphne could easily still fit into the Dorothy costume from last year (hooray for Target!). Oh well...it's been kind of fun working on it, and the best part is that she really appreciates it. This morning she went in and hugged it and said "It's byew-tiful, Mom!"

What a difference from yesterday, when there were many fits and tears and general bad behaviors. This picture was taken at Hamilton Park, right before a little public display of stinkerness which led to a quick retreat and a loss of the Hannah Montana guitar for at least a day. About every 8-10 days, my sweet little girl is temporarily (thank goodness!) replaced by Veruca Salt. It's no fun for anyone.

Last night, Kev bravely held down the fort and looked after Veruca so I could go to the Bloggers For Good event. It was fun, and I met some really nice people, whose blogs I look forward to reading. When I got home, Kev and the Peanut were watching the Wizard of Oz peacefully on the couch. Aaaah. Good Daphne is back.

OK, I have an octopus head to assemble. Watch out, Project Runway...

The Sun Came Out!

The sun finally came out on Monday, so yesterday, I took this picture of my new favorite tree, which is in the parking lot at Daphne's school. It is so orange and beautiful! Here's a close-up:

The trees in our yard aren't really doing much. I expected more from the maples out front, but maybe they are just taking their time. Meanwhile the Ginko next door is dropping its berries. You may remember from last year what THAT means.

Daphne's quest to become a rock star continues. Yesterday while I was "making" dinner (HA! I reheated some leftover fusilli with chicken and vodka sauce...sprinkled on some bread crumbs and parmesan - Voila! Fusilli Surprise!*), Daphne came into the kitchen with her mic and serenaded me for about 20 minutes. It was so funny. She was making up some kind of song about wanting a lullaby for Christmas.

Last Saturday was the one year anniversary of our little family of three's first night together in Virginia. We did nothing to commemorate, as it was a miserable rainy cold day. Plus, we kinda forgot. I think probably what we should actually celebrate is the anniversary of the day we moved OUT of that first apartment in Herndon and moved INTO our house here in Leesburg. In spite of the ginko berries, that was a much happier day.

I can't believe we've been here a year. Wow.

Tonight, I am going to an event/meeting sponsored by a group called Bloggers For Good. Here is their website. I am looking forward to meeting some other bloggers there, and finding out more about the organization. If there is a way for all this blogging to do some good, I'm all for it. I'll let you know how it goes.

OK, breakfast time.

* I told Daphne the pasta was called fusilli. I said, "Isn't that a funny name?" She said, "No mommy, it's a silly name!" That's my corny little Peanut!

Pie Results

This is the pie, right before I ate it. The recipe is here. It was good, especially the crust. I think it would have been better if that apples had cooked longer, but everyone else liked it a lot. Time to start planning Pie II.

Young 97

Daphne got a Hannah Montana microphone today from G-ma and G-pa. Here is what she did with it (press "play" now please).

Earlier today, Kev and Daphne were making lists of things. On one list, she had him write down her favorite rock bands. This is what she told him to write:

• Rocknoceros
• Rock Band (the game)
• They Might Be Giants
• The Kinks
• Old 97s
• Dan Zanes
• The Beatles
• Herbie Hinkle
• The Morning Benders (which she referred to as "you know that band, mom, that we listened to when we went on that long hike with Uncle Jeff and my dad, and you sat by me in the car and you were eating those chips.")

Daphne is three, and she is already so much cooler than me.

The Making of Pie

I had a helper.

There were some tense moments.

There was chaos.

There were apples on the floor.

There was licking of little fingers.

There was flour everywhere.

I might have yelled a couple times.

(But I didn't say any swear words).

Then, it was finally time to paint the pie.

All of the chaos and yelling and licking stopped,

and it was just a mom and her kid,

making a pie.

Then, it was clean-up time.

I didn't have a helper for that part.



And now, we have pie.

And tonight, we get to eat it.
Na-nanny boo boo.