Wednesday, December 23, 2009

My favorite Christmas present

Uncle Danny's sideburns riddle my dreams with anxiety. They go straight out from the bottom of his ears to the middle of his face. What the What?? Are you serious? This has NEVER been popular nor will it EVER be. It has never been a style ANYONE has ever done. It is hilariously bad. I am not talking bad as in good.... 1989. I am serious when I say it is Electric Boogaloo bad. (Even though I Loved E.B. when I was younger, turns out it is a really horrible movie.)

So tonight Danny knocked on the door while I am in the middle of making dinner for 9 kids. I get called over to the doorway. Danny hands me a giant coffee mug filled with the most lovely candies and cookies. I said, "hey" and he hands me the mug. I'm like, "Did someone give this to you?" He says, "No". At this point I am really confused because one can not buy homemade treats at Walmart. Nate saunters in from the bedroom with a large grin on his face. He asks if I like Danny's Christmas present. Danny starts framing his face with his hands like he is dancing the Vogue. (Let's take a little sidebar from this story. He really IS vogueing. How does one spell that? Darn it all. How is one supposed to keep a straight face?) It is dark, but I start to glimpse the skin of young Daniel's face. THE ERATIC SIDEBURNS ARE MISSING. Praise the razor, Happy Holidays. Danny says, "I never knew you didn't like Elvis." Really, that was supposed to be Elvis? It came across as serial killer.

Danny leaves. I am about to dig in when Nate tells me that one of the guys at the body shop gave this large candy filled mug to Danny. Turns out Danny cut a small hole into the plastic and dug out the cookies that he liked before he gave it to me. WHAT? He put his fingers (I would trust a dirty hand from a 2 yr old that touches their bum hole after having acid poo before I would trust Danny's hand) where and then gave me what? Suck. Yes children I just said Suck. Good thing you won't be allowed to read this until you are of the age where I will be like, " remember the days when my main worry was that you might say the word suck. Can we please go back to the easy times when all I did all day was ban really funny words."

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

Dude

Numero Uno. You babysat today. I must say that you were .................................. Fabulous!! I came home to an extremely clean house, fed potlickers, paper boats in the bathtub, and a fort in the front room. I am super impressed your with skills. Ava and Elle had so much fun they wanted me to leave again. I will totally forgive you for the comment about me being old and the fact that you don't think I am very funny. Guess what superstar, I am funny. I am a funny nerd - take that 6th grader.

Just a random comment - Auntie Kimmy went a little nutso on the worker at the Camelback Inn today when they tried to overcharge me. Can I tell you how nice it was to have someone take care of me and not have to be the Bosshole.

Dear Camelback Inn,

Shape up.

Hugs and Kisses,

Jen


Monday, December 21, 2009

We visited the most delightful little place three years ago - Disneyland. We are going to venture back next month. This trip was one of my fav. #3 you stood up so straight. You were right on the borderline for height requirements. Check out the look on your face; so much concentration happening. This standing thing was quite the mission for you. I'm not sure how much enjoyment went on??

I am super excited for our pending trip. I am very anticipatory for the pictures that will be rendered!!! I hope you find the time to have a wee bit of fun at this most happy place. Merry Christmas little one!!

Saturday, December 19, 2009

I am trying to have a little bit of ALONE time in the bath. #4 you come in with the horse head/ stick thing.

You say, "This is needsaw. He knows how to jump and nap. Want to see?"

Me, " Oh please show me Needsaw's tricks."

At this point you jump and down with much energy.

Me, "Needsaw you are so great at jumping."

#4 (with an exaggerated drawl) "Moooom, that isn't Needsaw jumping. It is me. Pshhhh."

You totally Pshhed me; questioning my intelligence.

Friday, December 18, 2009

Swine.....not the flu

Today I went in and volunteered at the holiday party with you #3. I was at the cookie decorating station. I decided to take the time to get to know your wee friends a bit better. I went around the table and asked the kids what they were asking for from Santa. Holy Crapola. These little people are greedy. YOU my dear were one of 3 that were asking for a realistic present. (Thank you!!) Here is a breakdown:

23 kids
4 girls asked for puppies. One of them also wanted a scooter with puppies on it.
4 girls asked for kittens and ipods
11 boys asked for XBox 360, Nintendo DSI, and ipods
1 boy wanted a lego agent kit. (The way he described this was super fun to watch. He was so animated I thought he had some coffee in him. "and then the green giant comes after him." Oh, I thought these were spies - where did the giant/monster come from and why are your arms flying all over the place - you almost whacked the little boy next to you in the face. Dude, calm down.)
2 girls - Club Penguin (YAAAAY this was you and Miss. Mallory)

AND THE WINNING SANTA REQUEST....................................................a PIG. No I am not kidding. Mariah (who not to be unkind, but is shaped rather like a small pig) is also asking for a pig. She was extremely cute when letting me know that her mom said no to the pig. She still doesn't understand why.

Wednesday, December 16, 2009

We delivered cupcakes to a couple of families tonight. One of them gave us some popcorn. All I hear in the back seat for the next 15 min before snoring was,

"Oh, thank you. Oh, thank you. Ava Loves popcorn and the numnums. (this is of course your made up word for anything with sugar.) Oh, thank you very much. They had a Santa House."

Sunday, December 13, 2009

Holy Emotional Rollercoaster

This morning we went out for breakfast and as we are sitting and eating when THREE separate families came over to talk to us. Every single one of them told us that you were the cutest baby/child they had ever seen. Outright fawning over you. The first one did say you were a beautiful baby. When they walked away you said,

" I am not a baby. Why did they say that I was a baby? I am not small. Hummp"

Fast forward 6 hours to the MASSIVE temper tantrum you had this evening. You wondering what spurred it? Oh little Miss. Bossy (thinks you run the house) pants it was because you wanted me to open my bed up for you to snuggle your dirty face in the blanket. May I elaborate on the dirty face? You licked the chocolate mixer after I made cupcakes. You looked like you had a brown beard. Did I clean it right away???? No Missy you were so cute with red hair and a brown beard. This temper tantrum was so crazy that it lasted 45 minutes. You decided that you needed out of time-out because you had the hiccups. The next excuse was that you needed your hands washed. There was so much screaming and no catching of the breath that I thought you might fall over. After 30 minutes your dad and I looked at each other saying,
"Isn't she exhausted? Isn't she going to stop? I would like this evil twin to find her unfit parents and go back to their cave."

Three years ago......Christmas

I was looking at our photos from previous Christmases. Three years ago we ventured down to Rocky Point just before the holiday. These are some of my FAVORITE pictures of you guys. These birds were super inquisitive. They kept coming to your hand to grab the food you were holding.
Hey Elle. You love the beach. Then and Now. True happiness is visible on your face.

Sweet #3, notice that you didn't really like clothing when you were younger. I hope that by the time you read this that you have become fond of fabrics.


Friday, December 11, 2009

It has been a week of poop. Not the normal poo, rather the acid smelly disgusting pipe that we despise. At one point three of you were at home sick from escuela. I was wiping bums, doing laundry, and feeding you constantly. Four days in I was down to one home - #4 - (mind you the nurse called while we were at the store and we had to run and pick you up #2. Pooped pants at school. Ewe) #4, you and I tried to make a quick trip to the grocery store. Ten minutes into our frantic visit ( I was running around the store trying to grab everything we needed before you needed to use the facilities.) guess what 10 minutes and
you say, "mommy, I need to go potty!"
A mad dash to the bathroom at the front of the store. I try to quickly put the toilet protector down. I go thru 3 of them, ripping the first 2 in a rush. Finally the 3rd one is on and I plop you down. 60 sec later
#4 "Mom, I sink it is not working."
First of all I LOVE that you can't say think and that it comes out sink. You say it like it is meant to be. I assume you are referring to the potty and assure you that it is working fine. I let you know the potty cover is on there and all is good!! In a sweet little voice that is super delicate the following was said:
#4 "No it is not working."
I say, " What is not working?"
#4 " My body mama. I sink my body is not working."


Thursday, December 10, 2009

Wednesday, December 9, 2009

Can I get an Amen that we live in the year 2009!!! As cute as they look, the shoes look uncomfortable and a cape just doesn't work for my shape and a dress ALL the time? Not to mention that I don't know why but I get the feeling that they are cold. I think it is the stern look on their faces. Love getting a glimpse into the past!

Tuesday, December 8, 2009

Uncle Danny asks the BEST questions

Dad was bringing Uncle Danny home from work yesterday. After about 10 minutes in the car, he noticed Danny feeling around the outside of his jacket. He found something in one of the pockets. From the outside of the pocket he kept feeling it and trying to make out a shape. Apparently this went on for quite some time. So here is the best part, he turns to dad and asks (in a super perplexed voice),

"Do you know what is in my pocket?"

It is always funny because Uncle D thinks that dad knows the ANSWER to EVERYTHING!!!!!

Saturday, December 5, 2009

More Family Pictures




So, the other day I was running around the house like a mad woman. Trying to get a bunch of stuff done before we had to leave for an appointment. I ran into my room to grab my tweezers (piece of wood stuck in #3's friends foot - that and I love to multitask and pluck while doing chores) when lo and behold I ran across the following:Really? I vowed while snapping 30 pictures that if you get married and we have a picture montage this will be in the footage a number of times. Classic Carter

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

Aretha Franklin WHO??


I went outside to find you belting out a tune. Here is the funny thing......................I couldn't understand the words, yet it sounded slightly familiar. Fast forward to yesterday when I am in the car with #1, you, and Ryan when lo and behold Pink comes on. You started singing the ENTIRE song. Granted you didn't really know the words, but had such fervor with what you did know - Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah......nah nah nah nah ..nah nah. You would shout out words sometimes like........Rockstar...................tonight...............alright.............so what.

The thing is I don't really listen to this song unless I am running. This means headset, ipod and no noise outside of my head. Maybe we are connected telepathically. If that is the case then you know the thought that most regularly goes thru my head is ...................................."how is a bridge constructed. Especially the one at the Hoover Dam. It floors me. How the crap is it done? It is not like they can use a crane. How do they construct a bridge over such a massive hole? The pictures are mind boggling. That one I just saw on the 12 news mini clip during the Today Show was the most confusing. Two sides of the bridge over a GIGANTIC valley with a space of a couple hundred feet where they don't meet up yet. Maybe they will do a Dirty Jobs episode on it and all of my questions will be answered. dam the Dam."

If you really are connected to me so intimately you may grow up and see a bridge and just start talking in circles. Yes, that is the extent to what I think about. That and cheese Ya'all. I have a relationship with cheese. When I want a happy thought I think about Lemons, Ingrid Michaelson, and CHEESE.

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

Loved this receipe

much sugar to start this can be balanced out with a touch of vinegar.
• Always taste the tomatoes uncooked to determine their natural sweetness before you add the sugar.
• The amount of garlic to infuse with greatly depends on its strength; again make your own judgment.
• Additional seasoning such as cumin, fennel seeds, chili etc can be added this is of course personal taste again.


Loved this receipe on Chef Academy

Ingredients

6 lb (2.7 kg) Beef or Heirloom tomatoes
4 Star anise
1 Vanilla pod
Sea salt & cracked black pepper to season
White sugar
2 Sprig fresh thyme
1-2 Bay leaves
INFUSION
Fresh garlic
28gm bunch fresh basil
Extra virgin olive oil

Directions

  1. Place a heavy cast pan to heat up.
  2. Wash the tomatoes and halve roughly.
  3. Place into the hot pan and season with salt, pepper and a touch of sugar.
  4. Add the anise and vanilla.
  5. Allow the tomatoes to start to cook then press them gently with a masher to help them to release their juice.
  6. Reduce the heat down to just simmering and continue for about 1_ -2 hours until a thickened paste. This slow evaporation of the moisture from the tomatoes will produce a deep colour concentrated flavour without any bitterness.
  7. Crack the garlic and add along with the basil which is just halved and throw in.
  8. Combine with the warm paste and finish with a good amount of olive oil to finish the infusion. Allow to cool before storing ready for use.

Monday, November 30, 2009

Family Pictures with Randy

Nate's friend Randy Leseuer came over on Saturday to snap some family pictures. Here are just a few samples of what we are ordering. Randy is so amazing!!


Sunday, November 29, 2009

My Ladies

Yesterday I went out to lunch with some of my high school friends.
(Left to Rt. Becky - holding Jake Karie's son, Me, Allison with Issac, and Karie)

There are so many hilarious stories that involve these three ladies. The one that I tell you guys the most is the time that Allie, Karie and I were at Taco Bell sitting by some cute boys. We started laughing and Allie farted super loud. I wet my pants. It was so bad that Allie wouldn't let me sit straight in the backseat of the car. She had me lay down on my side so as the pee wouldn't soak into the upholstery. Can I just say that the fart was LOUD!!!!

The other story is also with the three of us. We were driving who knows where, windows were down, and we were singing some Peter Citera(sp) song really loud. A car next to us with some angry women started shouting at us. I can't remember the full sequence of what followed, but I do know that two of the angry women opened the back door to the car (this is where I was located). Allison started crying and saying, "Please don't hurt us." over and over. I really don't remember if I uttered a single word. Karie was silent. They eventually shut the door and we drove away. This is why I am a crazy nutter about the doors being locked in the car. Duh!!

Becky feels like she was a staple in my life from 7th grade on. When I saw her yesterday I felt so good. Being around these lovely ladies made me realize that my high school years were very nice.

Karie and her son Jake.
Becky
Allison and Issac
One of the most awesome facial expressions I have ever caught on camera. He is sooooo cute.

Wednesday, November 25, 2009

The day when I knew #3 would be a doctor

Since April Miss. Sue and I have been raisen us some Turkeys and Chickens. The chickens are for the eggs and the turkeys are for...........................................ThanksGiving- whoo whoo. What an ordeal. The turkeys were pigs the first four months and then the chickens decided to retaliate and peck the crap out of the turkeys bums. Eewwwwee.

Since this is the week to get oneself some turkey we decided it was time to give our turkeys the royal treatment. We hacked some heads off last night. Let me remind you children that your mama here isn't a big fan of meat or blood. Nonetheless it was Turkey Time (I can't get MC Hammer out of my head today. I think it is because I saw someone with pants that didn't have a diffinitive crotch today. Gets you thinking. My my is there a reason they have a pair of MC Hammer pants. Do they love him? Do they have a rash? Are they trying to start a trend? Do they want to date Danny? (He loves himself some MC Hammer)) Da da da da.....da da.....da da...Turkey Time.

Below is a picture of some heads and a turkey body running around squirting some blood in the air while it tried to find its upper region. Of course #3 you loved it. You were curious about the whole process. When Glen Nelson said to get on in there and start plucking ----------------------You totally did.


Turkeys Part 2

#3, you got right in there and started pulling feathers. That smile right there and the complete interest in the organs, blood, and grossness made me realize that you may someday be in the vet or doctor profession.
Mr. Glen boiling some turkeys before we completely removed all of the feathers.
Raymundo was a complete expert when it came to all of this. He knew how to find the joints and chop off the legs. Did I stutter? NO. I really just wrote that he knew how to properly remove the Turkeys wings and feet. FEET!!!! Can it get any worse. Oh, why yes it can. Take a peek at the following pictures.
The pulling out of the insides. Can I say that when they were grabbing the intestines a foul...........FOUL (hehehehe) smell came over the area. It was like someone was in a hot air balloon and decided to sprinkle poop that they had steamed and then made into a fine powder.
And here for you viewing pleasure..................................Turkey guts.





Sunday, November 22, 2009

The Captain and the Chipper

I just happened upon your father the other day working on a car. Look at his amigo there - the chipper. They are so muy lovely.

Anyway, #3 you start a new class tomorrow and so dad and I took you to get some new pants to start off the day. Dad picked out the cutest little shirt for you. It has Wonder Woman and a couple of other female superheros on the front. It says, "Girls rule the world. Boys just live here." As we are driving home here is our conversation:

#3, "Tell me what the shirt says again."
Me, "Girls rule the world. Boys just live here."
#3, "That's right. Boys suck."
Me, "That is not a word we are allowed to say."
#3, "I am not allowed to say SUCK?"
Me, "That is right you are not allowed to say it."
#3, " Sometimes it is used in sentences. Like Ava sucks on her bottle. What else would I say?"
Me, "Don't ever say it. Also, Ava doesn't use a bottle."
#3, "What if a sentence calls for it."
Me, "Use another word instead."
Delayed reaction
#4, "Ava doesn't suck on a bottle. Ava likes a sippie cup. I only suck on candy."
#3 (laughing hysterically. Whispering - "she said it.")
Me, "Hey #4, I love it when you speak in 3rd person."
#4, "I like sucking on candy."
#3, "Boys are evil..........................except for you dad. "

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

One last Time! What - Oh Yeah.

The puppies leave tomorrow. They have been SO much fun!!!! What an amazing experience. It has been great to have so much happy running around. From the crazy birth to the piles and piles of poo. ( Can I say that these wee pups can produce such a crazy amount of crap. I won't miss that. AMEN)

Ok I'm watching the Biggest Loser while writing this and can't stop crying. Oh my goodness. Give me a sec. .....................................

I'm back. Vaccines, de-worming, potty training, trying to get them to not eat the potty training pads, watching them get beat up by their mama - it has all been super educational. Kind of knew Chica was going to eat the sacks when they were born. Who knew that for the first couple of weeks they can't go to the bathroom unless their mom licks them (you know where).

So this gets me to thinking. If I had been birthing children thousands of years ago would I have chewed off the cord, eaten the sack, and licked their bums to help them poop? Would I have had a snarl tooth to eat through the cord - or would that have been Nate? Gross. Do you think eating the cord is like a shot of B12 and the dad would have had a super hero boost of energy and gone out and tackled an alligator to feed to his lovely licking wife?

"Arrgh, your mine little alligator. You are no match for my snack of umbilical cord."






Sunday, November 15, 2009

Auntie Greta

Greta came in to town to visit us last weekend. We had the best time. ( Check out the Cuban sandwich recipe that I will post in the near future - to die for)

We went to the spa, out to eat, shopping, played with puppies, you name it. When we went out to eat on Saturday it was Scottsdale Fashion week next to our restaurant. That was really interesting to watch. We went to La Grande Orange for breakfast; I even took her to Last Chance. (she actually left without finding any shoes - no I'm not kidding - yes I'm serious. Ok stop, I told you I was serious. Yes, I bought a couple pair; you're ok now? Good - breathe) You guys went to Cottonwood with Dad and Ted for #3's birthday. It was an RVing good time.

She was such a big help with our babies. She even gave the Chica a massage in the bathtub. Seriously.

We capped off the fun weekend with a family birthday party for Miss. E on Sunday. Nana, Papa, Uncle Gilbert, and Kim/Dave and the kids all came to join us. Greta made the most wonderful dinner. Blue cheese coleslaw, spinach salad (this was soooo good) , and Cuban sandwiches. I made the coconut cake that was requested.

#3 you received the American Girl doll that you asked for. I believe you uttered.....yeeeeesssss quietly under your breath.


Friday, November 13, 2009

Car Talk

I love the conversations we have on the way to school every morning. This morning was of course no exception.

(#2, you are so funny. Every morning it is like you forgot that at 7:10 you have to leave the house. It is always a "SURPRISE". Guess what you have to get in the car. Guess what you need to have clothing covering your arms and legs when that time comes, possibly some homework and your instrument. Maybe you could make yourself a note that reminds you that you have school..................................................................everyday!!!!!!!)

This morning we are discussing our piece o 'crap car - - - 1996 Landcruiser Yo. (This is the problem with me be a car dealer ..... Me, by the way, not your dad. I've become SUPER picky and cheap. I know what I want and I know that in the next year, if I play my cards right, I can get what I want really cheap. There is always one to two cars a year that are such a steal because there is something wrong with them - sort of. Your dad can totally fix the (what looks like major, but really is a minor) problem.) You guys are asking all sorts of questions about it. Here is our conversation:

#2, "Why did it take dad 6 years to fix your antenna?"
Me, "We are probably going to sell it soon, so it is the time to get it fixed."
#1, "How much did you pay for this car?"
Me, "About $13,000 six years ago."
#1, "Oh, that was way to much."
Me, "No at the time that was a great price. Remember it used to look a lot nicer when we got it. You guys have sort of trashed it."
#1, "Mom, that's not trashing it. We just loved on it too much."

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Baker

Tonight I was a baker. I made three different desserts. It was for a Pre-Thanksgiving dinner for 25 young people and a few adults at the Nelsons. Glen was the super Chef.

They were:
1. Coconut cake with a dark chocolate ganache
2. Pecan-Pumpkin Layered Pies
3. Bread Pudding

Apparently the bread pudding was the big hit. Some shy young men even came up to tell me the bread pudding was "the bomb". Due to this great response I thought I should try to remember how I made it and jot it down. Here it goes......

1. I picked up 2 loaves of Rustic Italian bread at the BreadSmith (Aaaamazing)
2. cut the bread in slices and then triangles
3. Butter each piece and then sprinkle white sugar on top
4. Stick them in a couple of ziplocks
5. On the stove top combine
1 qt heavy cream
1 vanilla bean
Heat them together until it almost boils.
6 egg yolks
2 cups sugar
Put eggs and sugar in mixer. Slowly ladle the cream mixture into the eggs to temper them. Once they are combined / strain / and place over low flame to thicken.

6. Dip all bread into #5 mixture and layer in pan.
7. Top with white chocolate chips and chopped up milk chocolate
8. Top with rest of bread and top with the more chocolate
9. Make a caramel sauce
1 cup butter
2 cups brown sugar
Heat the above ingredients until melted and take off heat.
Add a splash o vanilla
honey ( I squirted the bottle)
1 cup 1/2 and 1/2
10. Put some of the caramel sauce on top / add tin foil on top / put in oven at 375 for 40 minutes.
11. serve with some of the caramel sauce on top


Monday, November 9, 2009

What is your Noise?

So Greta was in town this weekend. We were driving over to Sprouts with #4 when we hear her making a noise over and over again.

#4, "Eeeeeehhhghh. That is my noise."

Greta, "That's your noise?"

#4, "Yes, Eeeeehhhghh"

Greta, "Does your mommy have a noise?"

#4, (in a light and sweet voice) "Let's go to the store."

Greta, "Does #2 have a noise?"

#4, "Flowers"

Greta, "What is #1's noise?"

#4, "Eeeeeeeehhhhghh"

Greta, "What about #3?"

#4, "Coloring."

Greta, "What about your dad?"

#4, "My dad is like me. He has my noise Eeeeeeeehhhgghh."

(the noise she made for herself, #1 and the Captain sounded like a fart. Awesome)

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

Bedtime with #3 and #4

#3, "Mom, you always read to her first. I want to be first."

Mom, "Ok, you are up first tonight."

(while I am reading SkippyJon Jones goes to Spice #4 is shouting at me.)

#4, "Moooom, you scratch my back!!!"

Mom, "I'm reading to your sister right now. Just give me a minute Little Burrito - El Skipito"

(I can't help it. I speak like the Leetle Chiwawa when I read about SkippyJon)

#3,"Thanks for reading to me. Go ahead and read to her now. I am going to close my eyes, but that doesn't mean that I am asleep or even tired...................... I just feel like closing my eyelids. OK!"