Every year, the two middle schools in my town put on a spring musical together. This year, for some bewildering reason, they're doing High School Musical. Except that they're not in high school. So it'll really be more like Middle School High School Musical. My baby sister auditioned, and she got the part she wanted:Anyway, I'm pretty excited about it. Because although I'm not a fan of the High School Musical franchise, I am a fan of school plays. And Middle School High School Musical is sure to be...entertaining.
Monday, March 30, 2009
Sunday, March 29, 2009
Friday, March 27, 2009
When Isaac finally found a job in December, our little family had a lot of adjusting to do. For the last year, we'd been together almost all the time. I was a little lonely. Or maybe a lot lonely. I had Little Boy to keep me company, and that helped, but...he's two. But then my best friend ever, Melissa, in true best-friend-ever fashion, solved the problem. She got me this for Christmas:Madame Green. You ask the lovely lady a question, then push down on the bubble (kind of like pop-o-matic Trouble.). And then, not only does she answer your question--she also dispenses M&Ms into the tray next to her! Conversation and chocolate--I haven't been lonely or hungry since!
Kaylyn [updating me on American Idol from the night before, which I didn't get to watch]: "He didn't wear nail polish or eyeliner, but he was still wearing mascara." Me: "How could you tell?" Kaylyn: "His bottom lashes were very...defined." Me: "Maybe he's born with it." Kaylyn: "No, I'm pretty sure it's Maybelline."
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
I know, I'm a week behind. But let's pretend that today is last Wednesday.
St. Patrick's Day is usually not a big deal to me. I'm a little bit Irish, but green beer isn't really my thing. But any holiday is ten times more fun when a two-year-old is involved. So at our house, even small holidays get celebrated.
Sunday, March 22, 2009
"A house is built of lumber, brick, and stone. A home is made of love, sacrifice, and respect. A house can be a home, and a home can be a heaven when it shelters a family. When true values and basic virtues undergird the families of society, hope will conquer despair, and faith will triumph over doubt. “Such values, when learned and lived in our families, will be as welcome rain to parched soil. Love will be engendered; loyalty to one’s best self will be enhanced; and those virtues of character, integrity, and goodness will be fostered. The family must hold its preeminent place in our way of life because it’s the only possible base upon which a society of responsible human beings has ever found it practicable to build for the future and maintain the values they cherish in the present.”
-Thomas S. Monson
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Little Boy and I are sick again--it's that time of year, I guess. I'll be spending most of the day on the couch. But for now, enjoy the following conversation between Isaac and me: [Isaac is Type I diabetic, so sometimes his blood sugar drops in the middle of the night and he has to get up to eat something. Usually he goes right back to sleep. But this time, he just sat on the bed without lying down...] Andrea: "What are you doing?" Isaac [mumbling]: "I can't decide which way to lie down." Andrea: "Which way to lie down?" Isaac: "There are too many choices." Andrea: "Well, why don't you lie on your back, then." Isaac: "Okay." [Isaac lies down and goes to sleep.] Coming soon--St. Patrick's pictures!
Monday, March 16, 2009
Anyway, I found it. And Little Boy is IN LOVE WITH IT. So he and Isaac like to rock out together.
Cutest thing I've ever seen.
Sunday, March 15, 2009
Art by James C. Christensen
"Usually [angels] are not seen. Sometimes they are. But seen or unseen they are always near. Sometimes their assignments are very grand and have significance for the whole world. Sometimes the messages are more private. Occasionally the angelic purpose is to warn. But most often it is to comfort, to provide some form of merciful attention, guidance in difficult times."
-Jeffrey R. Holland
Friday, March 13, 2009
(Little Boy's new "wasside hat" and "padamas")
effafunt = elephant
seebuh = zebra
awadaytuh = alligator
duhwaff = giraffe
wahn = lion
huppo = hippo
umtee = monkey
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Have you ever really wanted something from the grocery store, but they don't stock it? Or maybe they do, but you don't like the brand they carry? Uh, yeah. I'm pretty sure that happens to everyone. So my particular grocery-store trouble is with sauces. They stock some great stuff, just not the ones I want. Teriyaki sauce, for example. The brand my grocery store carries is gross. But today it hit me--I could probably make my own teriyaki sauce. So I referred to the World's Largest Recipe Box (also known as Google. Perhaps you've heard of it.), and this is the first recipe I found. It sounded good, so why look any further, right? I tweaked the recipe a little, and I think I'll play around with it a little more, but here's the recipe as I made it tonight: Teriyaki Sauce 1/4 c soy sauce 1 c water 1 t fresh grated ginger (more if you really like ginger) 3 T brown sugar 1 garlic clove, crushed or minced 2 T cornstarch Whisk all ingredients together in a bowl. Boil in a saucepan, stirring, until desired consistency--it will thicken a bit more as it cools. So easy, right? I was stir-frying vegetables on the stove, so I just dumped the sauce from the bowl into the pan with the veggies during the last couple minutes of cooking. It turned out pretty well. Way better than the grocery store stuff. Probably cheaper, too.
Monday, March 9, 2009
Last Sunday, Little Boy brought home some dirt in a cup. His Nursery teacher said that it might grow into a nasturtium.
Sunday, March 8, 2009
Friday, March 6, 2009
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
Every once in awhile, a mom needs a break in the middle of the week. No way is she going to make it to the weekend.
That's why we celebrate Pajama Wednesday. We don't do it a lot, but today Little Boy has a cold, and I'm exhausted.
Pajama Wednesday is pretty self-explanatory, but just in case you need a visual aid:
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Monday, March 2, 2009
Little Boy says "yass" instead of "yes." More like "yeah-ss." For a long time, he wouldn't say "yeah" or "yes" or "yup" or any of that--he'd just smile instead. Of course, he was still perfectly willing to say, "no."
But now, not only does he say, "yass," he says it with enthusiasm. Always. Like this: