Monday, February 16, 2009
What's for dinner - Feb/March edition
Sorry I wasn't timely in making my February dinner calendar. We kinda "winged" it for the first couple of weeks - defrosting willy nilly and bein' all crazy n stuff. So, for your inspiration, or indigestion, here are our what's left of February and all of March dinner calendars. Enjoy!
Something Special
Lucky you! The first five people to respond to this post will get something made by me! My choice. For you. This offer does have some restrictions and limitations:
1- I make no guarantees that you will like what I make!
2- What I create will be just for you.
3- It'll be done this year. (might be a little while)
4- You have no clue what it's going to be. I may draw or paint something. I may bake you something and mail it to you. Who knows? Not you, that's for sure!
5- I reserve the right to do something extremely strange.The catch? Oh, the catch is that you must repost this on your blog and offer the same to the first 5 people who do the same on your blog.
The first 5 people to do so and leave a comment telling me they did win a FAB-U-LOUS homemade gift by me! Oh, and be sure to post a picture of what you win when you get it!
Monday, February 9, 2009
When da moon hits a you eye like da bigga pizza pie...
Ah, young love. So sweet, so endearing. So ... how is it that my six year old can think of nothing in the world that makes him happier than a six year old girl? Aren't I supposed to still be the apple of his little eye, the center of his world? Nope - Mom is yesterday's news. Perhaps even so two years ago. Enter Kindergarten. Enter Bella.
After Kindergarten came and went, I thought my son's affection for his sweet Bella would wane. This would only be natural. After all, my son doesn't have enough of an attention span to go upstairs to get his coat without forgetting why he went up in the first place. Bella even switched schools. He doesn't even see her anymore.
But, that doesn't stop him from talking about her. Every night, with the deepest of sighs, he tells us how very much he misses Bella. How sad he'll be because he doesn't think he'll ever get to see her again. I've tried to call and set up play dates, (I'm setting up dates for my son???) but Bella's mom has been busy, and frankly I've been relieved. I truly hoped that as time passed, Adam would think of her less and less. Nope. Fat chance mommy!
So, finally, I caved. I'd tried to reach Jada (Bella's mom) on her phone, and it kept going straight to voicemail. I left messages, but it seemed like perhaps she'd changed her phone number. Perhaps, she was avoiding six year old stalkers. Almost every night for the past three months, I've listened to Adam lament about his long lost love. Understand, that since kindergarten, he has held fast to the notion that Bella is meant to be his wife. I must say that as sweet as he is, it's just a little creepy that my son has committed himself to a girl (and maintained his heartfelt devotion) for almost TWO years now. Last night was the breaking point. I couldn't stand to see his little heart ache for one more day.
I picked him up at school today, and promptly headed for Bella's house. When Adam realized where we were going, he started to whimper. "What's wrong?" I asked, thoroughly confused. After all, wasn't I fulfilling his dream of seeing Bella? "Nothing," he replied, "I'm just trying to get tears of joy." We pulled up to Bella's house, and her mom invited us in. Alas, sweet, beautiful, Bella (Bella Bella? Beautiful Beautiful?) wasn't home. But joy of joys, her mother said that the missing was mutual. Bella still talks about Adam and has been asking her mom to contact us. She hadn't been able to find our phone number (we're not listed) and was glad we stopped by. We set up a play date for tomorrow, and I don't think Adam's feet have touched ground since.
Now, he wants everything to be perfect. He told us we need to clean the house because Isabella was coming over. (By the way, he has taken it upon himself to call her by her given name instead of her nickname. This is serious stuff.) He also decided that he needs to take a shower so that he smells good for Bella. He doesn't want her to come in our house and smell a bad smell on him. He also wants me to wake up early so we can pick out a special outfit for the day so that none of the other kids will even recognize him. Also, he wants me to do his hair. WHAT???? He's SIX!!!! Boys had cooties until at least fourth grade. Adam says "When I realized how cute she was, I fell in love."
As much as I have mixed feelings about my baby boy being in love at six, it is kinda sweet and romantic. Creepy, but sweet and romantic.
As a caveat, I'm very lucky that Jada has such a good take on all of this. You see, her husband fell in love with her in first grade. I now pronounce you Bella and Adam. But no kissing. You're not old enough yet!
PS - the morning after this was written (day of Isabella's visit), Adam proudly informed me that he brushed his teeth THREE times!
Just in case you have no idea what all this is about, see the following links:
http://thehootenfamily.blogspot.com/2008/10/one-of-these-things-in-not-like-others.html
or here:
http://thehootenfamily.blogspot.com/2008/07/land-of-make-believe.html
or here:
http://thehootenfamily.blogspot.com/2008/02/ive-got-crush-on-you-sweetie-pie-or-in.html
After Kindergarten came and went, I thought my son's affection for his sweet Bella would wane. This would only be natural. After all, my son doesn't have enough of an attention span to go upstairs to get his coat without forgetting why he went up in the first place. Bella even switched schools. He doesn't even see her anymore.
But, that doesn't stop him from talking about her. Every night, with the deepest of sighs, he tells us how very much he misses Bella. How sad he'll be because he doesn't think he'll ever get to see her again. I've tried to call and set up play dates, (I'm setting up dates for my son???) but Bella's mom has been busy, and frankly I've been relieved. I truly hoped that as time passed, Adam would think of her less and less. Nope. Fat chance mommy!
So, finally, I caved. I'd tried to reach Jada (Bella's mom) on her phone, and it kept going straight to voicemail. I left messages, but it seemed like perhaps she'd changed her phone number. Perhaps, she was avoiding six year old stalkers. Almost every night for the past three months, I've listened to Adam lament about his long lost love. Understand, that since kindergarten, he has held fast to the notion that Bella is meant to be his wife. I must say that as sweet as he is, it's just a little creepy that my son has committed himself to a girl (and maintained his heartfelt devotion) for almost TWO years now. Last night was the breaking point. I couldn't stand to see his little heart ache for one more day.
I picked him up at school today, and promptly headed for Bella's house. When Adam realized where we were going, he started to whimper. "What's wrong?" I asked, thoroughly confused. After all, wasn't I fulfilling his dream of seeing Bella? "Nothing," he replied, "I'm just trying to get tears of joy." We pulled up to Bella's house, and her mom invited us in. Alas, sweet, beautiful, Bella (Bella Bella? Beautiful Beautiful?) wasn't home. But joy of joys, her mother said that the missing was mutual. Bella still talks about Adam and has been asking her mom to contact us. She hadn't been able to find our phone number (we're not listed) and was glad we stopped by. We set up a play date for tomorrow, and I don't think Adam's feet have touched ground since.
Now, he wants everything to be perfect. He told us we need to clean the house because Isabella was coming over. (By the way, he has taken it upon himself to call her by her given name instead of her nickname. This is serious stuff.) He also decided that he needs to take a shower so that he smells good for Bella. He doesn't want her to come in our house and smell a bad smell on him. He also wants me to wake up early so we can pick out a special outfit for the day so that none of the other kids will even recognize him. Also, he wants me to do his hair. WHAT???? He's SIX!!!! Boys had cooties until at least fourth grade. Adam says "When I realized how cute she was, I fell in love."
As much as I have mixed feelings about my baby boy being in love at six, it is kinda sweet and romantic. Creepy, but sweet and romantic.
As a caveat, I'm very lucky that Jada has such a good take on all of this. You see, her husband fell in love with her in first grade. I now pronounce you Bella and Adam. But no kissing. You're not old enough yet!
PS - the morning after this was written (day of Isabella's visit), Adam proudly informed me that he brushed his teeth THREE times!
Just in case you have no idea what all this is about, see the following links:
http://thehootenfamily.blogspot.com/2008/10/one-of-these-things-in-not-like-others.html
or here:
http://thehootenfamily.blogspot.com/2008/07/land-of-make-believe.html
or here:
http://thehootenfamily.blogspot.com/2008/02/ive-got-crush-on-you-sweetie-pie-or-in.html
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