By the time I get to the weekend, I find that my ability to make smooth transitions between my thoughts and paragraphs wanes like daylight in the early winter. Since I’m the one in charge here, I’m officially decreeing Saturdays as list and/or observation days. The tidbits may or may not be related, and if you want something more cohesive, read any other day but Saturday.
- Tonight, as I walked out of the powder room (read: closet with toilet in it), I hit my head on the door. No, I had not been drinking. It’s just that I am so used to Amy opening the door while I’m, uhhh, doing my business, that I usually only have to brush the back of my hand on the door and it swings wide. I wonder if this a milestone of some sort – getting to go to the bathroom un-interrupted…? I cannot believe I’m writing this, but I actually felt a flicker of sadness writing that realization. My baby isn’t much of a baby anymore.
- Chocolate chip cookies with a dash of salt totally enhance the sweet and chocolaty flavors. Omitting the salt in this recipe is like mailing your Christmas cards without sealing the envelopes. It’s unthinkable.
- My long-standing contention that cookie baking is as much art as it is science was proven once again tonight. I haven’t baked for months, save the occasional pan of pumpkin bars. I seem to have lost my touch. Oh, and I’m working with a new mixer, kindly lent to me by one of my dearest friends. The good news about this ever-so-slightly-deficient baking experiment is that these cookies are mostly just for our family. The cookies look good, taste great, but they’re not hanging together too well. Glad to get any minor, trial-run-type mishaps out of the way before I tackle my baking for our neighborhood cookie exchange.
- My children have never seen the Northern Lights. There’s one for the Must Do Before They All Go To College list.
I have vivid memories of watching aurora borealis in northern Wisconsin, where my family moved into an old farmhouse in what could easily be referred to as “the sticks.” I remember standing outside one sub-zero winter night in particular, but not really realizing how cold it actually was until I walked into the warmth of the woodstove. At the time, I remember my awe was mixed with a little smugness; I actually believed then that painting the sky with dancing colors was God’s way of helping me through the profound sadness I felt moving from “town” to the country. It may sound laughable now, but at the time, it was very real.
- I cut Amy’s chocolate chip reward down significantly. She had been getting two chocolate chips every time she went #1 on the potty by herself. After I told her the new and improved incentive plan, she asked how many chips she’d be getting for going #2 on the potty by herself. I informed her that the “handful” rule still applied to that accomplishment, she promptly went into the bathroom and pooped all by herself. What’s that I hear? A chorus in heaven, perhaps, celebrating this very happy day with us…?! (I have NO idea where the girls acquired their dramatic streak.)
I’m off to run-down the bedtime routine with the munchkins. Happy weekend to all and to all a good night!
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