Monday, April 18, 2011
Wendy taught me a song this morning, one that she learned in Bible class. I'm sure it's been around for awhile, but I had never heard it before.
"A fuzzy caterpillar wiggled down a tree.
He wiggled right, he wiggled left, he wiggled right at me.
I put him in a box. "Don't go away," I said.
But when I looked again I saw a butterfly instead.
Now I could never make one, even if I tried,
'Cause only God in Heaven can make a butterfly"
"Wiggly little tadpole swimming in a lake.
He wiggles here, he wiggles there, he wiggles like a snake!
Put him in a jar, "Don't go away," I said.
But when I opened up the jar - a hopping frog instead!
I could never make one, even if I tried.
Hopping frogs are made by God just like the butterfly!"
Friday, April 15, 2011
At our house this morning, David was calmly playing near the front door when he suddenly started shrieking and signing, "Scared!" while looking at the door. I hugged him and asked Wendy to peek out the door to see if something was on the porch; we occasionally have random big dogs sniffing around our porch. She looked out and said, "Mommy! There's a baby kitty stuck in our door!"
I said, "There is not a baby kitty stuck in our door," as I went to see for myself.
I was right. There was not a baby kitty stuck in our door. There were four baby kitties between the screen door and the front door, and the Mama Cat was poking her head through the screen with number five in her mouth, just like it was a mail slot. Plop! Five kittens stuck in the door.
I brought them inside. I mean, seriously - it was storming, the kittens were wet and terrified, and Mama was looking at me with big, hopeful eyes. Now I have six cats in my bathroom.
One Mama, a petite black longhair, who looks to be about 8 months old.
One baby, an orange shorthair, male.
One baby, a black longhair, male.
One baby, a tortoiseshell longhair, female.
Anyone want a kitten for Easter?
Thursday, April 7, 2011
Chicken Bacon Ranch Pot Pie
1 - 12oz package frozen chopped broccoli, thawed
1 1/2 cups cooked chicken, cubed or shredded (I'm sure canned would work, too)
4 strips of bacon, cooked & crumbled
1 can reduced-fat cream of chicken soup
1 cup fat-free sour cream
1/2 package Ranch dip mix
1 cup Pioneer Baking Mix
1 large egg
1/2 cup milk
Preheat oven to 400 degrees. Mix together broccoli, chicken, bacon, and soup. In a small bowl, stir sour cream and Ranch dip mix until combined; add to the chicken mixture. Pour into a deep-dish pie plate or 2-quart casserole dish.
Whisk together baking mix, egg, and milk. Pour evenly over chicken mixture, and spread to edges. Bake at 400 degrees for 30 minutes.
(I would have a picture, but we dug into it as soon as it came out of the oven!)
Friday, April 1, 2011
Wendy: David, I know we've been trying to keep Mama from sleeping, but it's been tricky. Maybe if we work together we can do it!
David: That sounds good; what do you have in mind?
Wendy: Well, I'll take the first shift. I'll stay awake until 11 p.m., then I'll make Mama and Daddy think that I've settled and gone to bed. Then after awhile, once Mama is finally asleep, I'll make my move!
David: So far so good...tell me more!
Wendy: I'm thinking that I'll get up about every five minutes between 1 a.m. and 2:30 a.m. I'll weep and whine, with some wailing thrown in for good measure. I've got all sorts of things I can complain about: it's too dark. I'm all alone in here. I have to potty. No, I don't have to potty!! I'm thirsty. I had a bad dream. I'm scared of the dark when I'm all alone. I want to sleep wif you. I need a tissue! Mama, MAMA...
David: Wow, you're good at this! Okay, you'll be up until 2:30 a.m....how about we let Mama get back to sleep, and I'll take over at 3 a.m.? I'll do what I'm best at: cry/screech/scream unless Mama is holding me. I won't let her know what is wrong. I won't be placated by my Blankie or a book or rocking. I will SCREAM and SCREAM and SCREEEEAAAAAM.
Wendy: Good idea! Nobody screams like you, that's for sure!
David: Once I've calmed down, I'll let Mama think the worst has passed...until she puts me back in my bed! Then I'll scream and screech some more until she thinks she's going to spend the rest of the night sitting on the floor by my crib, patting my belly and shushing me.
Wendy: But won't that put you to sleep?
David: Well, yeah, it will. But keeping Mama up until 4 a.m. is pretty good, don't you think? And we can always wake up again at 6:30 a.m., ready for another day of wrestling/bickering/whining.
Wendy: Okay, it's a plan! What's gonna work? TEAMWORK!
David: *evil chuckle*