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It's true. The Latte Talk family is one kooky bunch.
Especially recently.
For instance,
Tonight, our dinner was:
-Hot chocolate
-Popcorn
-Scrambled eggs
-Carrot sticks
-String cheese
Well balanced, mostly healthy. Fun to eat. Just a little kooky. A winner in my book.
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One day, while I was buckling Isaac into his carseat, He started saying, "Mommy!" and laughing. "Moooommmmmmmmy!!!!!" And laughing some more. I finally looked in his face and he looked different. And then I looked at his body, and I realized...
..."he" was AVA.
I was buckling Ava into Isaac's car seat.
Aye de mi.
I did laugh, hard, for at LEAST 10 minutes straight. Like, snorting and all.
I must have needed the stress release.
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And, in no particular order, for your reading enjoyment, a smattering of kooky-funny-embarrassing quotes from the Latte children from recent days:
While I was watching a video of Matt Logelin, the girls came in the room.
Ava: Who is that man, Mommy?
Me: He is a man who has a blog.
Corene: I didn't know that mans could have blogs!
Ava: Yeah! I didn't think mans were allowed to have blogs!
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Corene: Isaac! You used to be in Mommy's tummy! Did you know that??!!
Isaac: Oooooooooh!!! Yeeeeeeaaaaaaah!! In Mommy's tummy! Like poopy!
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Daddy was out of town, and we'd been Skype-ing regularly...
Me: Where's Daddy right now, Isaac?
Isaac: In the computer!
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Prepare yourself. I almost didn't post this one.
(while helping me do laundry)
Corene: Mom, WHY do you have a sling-shot in your underwear drawer?
Ahem.
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Aaaaaaaaaand, CUT!
That's a wrap.
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Marriage Tips #1 and #2
1a) Speak respectfully to him ALWAYS.
1b)Apologize for your sharp tongue when you don't. Even if you think he's in the wrong, and if the words you said with a sharp tongue were the truth.
Basic, very important Tip. Harder to implement than expected, especially sub-Tip 1b.
*This Tip applies to mothering as well. Ain't that handy.
2) Believe he is FOR you, not against you. Get that in your head. Whatever your selfish little mind is telling you about his intentions, they are wrong. He's FOR you.
It's easy to assume everyone's against you, especially when, well, you know, you have a little bit of hormonal turmoil going on approximately 25% of the time. Or more often.
Sometimes I just HATE the emotions that go along with being a woman. Even when they're ridiculous when you look at them from the outside. When you're in them, emotions can be everything.
And I'm coping. Right here. On this public blog page.
He (my amazing, patient, hard-working, massively handsome husband) is FOR me. And, vastly more important, HE (the Sovereign Creator of this here UNIVERSE) is FOR ME. So, who can be against me?
This has been a public service announcement. And a counseling session.
Thank you very much.
How much do I owe you?
1b)Apologize for your sharp tongue when you don't. Even if you think he's in the wrong, and if the words you said with a sharp tongue were the truth.
Basic, very important Tip. Harder to implement than expected, especially sub-Tip 1b.
*This Tip applies to mothering as well. Ain't that handy.
2) Believe he is FOR you, not against you. Get that in your head. Whatever your selfish little mind is telling you about his intentions, they are wrong. He's FOR you.
It's easy to assume everyone's against you, especially when, well, you know, you have a little bit of hormonal turmoil going on approximately 25% of the time. Or more often.
Sometimes I just HATE the emotions that go along with being a woman. Even when they're ridiculous when you look at them from the outside. When you're in them, emotions can be everything.
And I'm coping. Right here. On this public blog page.
He (my amazing, patient, hard-working, massively handsome husband) is FOR me. And, vastly more important, HE (the Sovereign Creator of this here UNIVERSE) is FOR ME. So, who can be against me?
This has been a public service announcement. And a counseling session.
Thank you very much.
How much do I owe you?
Sunday, April 19, 2009
We Love You, Daddy, oh yes we do...
Have you heard that song? From the musical Bye Bye Birdie? Come on, theater junkies! Tell me you have heard it! Only it's Conrad they miss, not Daddy. Small but important change in the lyrics. -
...we love you Daddy, and we'll be true...
...when you're not near us, we're blue...
...oh, Daddy, we love you...
We've had some weeks this spring with Daddy away. They went something like this...
First week: Daddy Leaves, mommy skips happily to her list of to-do's, and starts to manically check them off one by one. Daddy comes home on day 7 and the house is spotless, the kids are happy.
Mommy thinks, "I can't wait for the next one!".
Daddy thinks "My wife is a ROCK star!"
OK, he probably didn't really think that. Maybe it was more cave-man like: "Yah. Me Wife she gooooooooood."
Second week away, approximately one month later: Mommy enters the week crabby, with a chip on her shoulder. Mommy has at least one episode of yelling each day that requires an apology to each and every child in her home, and goes to bed early every night to try and cope. She leaves the dishes in the sink and the dirt on the floor. Daddy comes home to a Mommy running out the door to him and sobbing on his shoulder like a crazy woman, and a home that looked like a frat house that had a party the night before.
Except they served white grape juice.
And PB & J sandwiches.
And cheerios.
And Mac n Cheese.
One month later. Third week away: The night before the exodus, the children are all sobbing. Mommy is thinking in her very astute mind that this may not be a good sign. Middle child cries self to sleep. Mommy is tempted to follow suit.
The goodbyes:
The rest of the story is about grace. Abundant grace. Grace in my anger. Grace in my sin. Grace in my children's longings. Grace in my child's awareness of her need for grace. Grace in beautiful laughter and tears. Grace in silly "picnic" meals on the living room floor. Grace in pizza. His grace is woven throughout my days.
What a difference it makes when I ask for grace at each breath. And then thank God for His grace at each exhale. If that doesn't cure you of a sour attitude, I don't know WHAT does.
Trust me. I have lots of experience with sour attitudes.
And God has lots of experience with all-sufficient grace.
Full story TBD. It's looking up.
...we love you Daddy, and we'll be true...
...when you're not near us, we're blue...
...oh, Daddy, we love you...
We've had some weeks this spring with Daddy away. They went something like this...
First week: Daddy Leaves, mommy skips happily to her list of to-do's, and starts to manically check them off one by one. Daddy comes home on day 7 and the house is spotless, the kids are happy.
Mommy thinks, "I can't wait for the next one!".
Daddy thinks "My wife is a ROCK star!"
OK, he probably didn't really think that. Maybe it was more cave-man like: "Yah. Me Wife she gooooooooood."
Second week away, approximately one month later: Mommy enters the week crabby, with a chip on her shoulder. Mommy has at least one episode of yelling each day that requires an apology to each and every child in her home, and goes to bed early every night to try and cope. She leaves the dishes in the sink and the dirt on the floor. Daddy comes home to a Mommy running out the door to him and sobbing on his shoulder like a crazy woman, and a home that looked like a frat house that had a party the night before.
Except they served white grape juice.
And PB & J sandwiches.
And cheerios.
And Mac n Cheese.
One month later. Third week away: The night before the exodus, the children are all sobbing. Mommy is thinking in her very astute mind that this may not be a good sign. Middle child cries self to sleep. Mommy is tempted to follow suit.
The goodbyes:
The rest of the story is about grace. Abundant grace. Grace in my anger. Grace in my sin. Grace in my children's longings. Grace in my child's awareness of her need for grace. Grace in beautiful laughter and tears. Grace in silly "picnic" meals on the living room floor. Grace in pizza. His grace is woven throughout my days.
What a difference it makes when I ask for grace at each breath. And then thank God for His grace at each exhale. If that doesn't cure you of a sour attitude, I don't know WHAT does.
Trust me. I have lots of experience with sour attitudes.
And God has lots of experience with all-sufficient grace.
Full story TBD. It's looking up.
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Must. Share.
My new favorite recipe.
Grilled Thai Chicken with Peanutty Noodles (how's that for a title??)
Ingredients:
1/2 cup chicken broth or water
1 inch fresh ginger root, grated
3T peanut butter
1T honey
3T soy sauce
3-4 cloves garlic, pressed
1/2 lb thin spagetti (another authentic asian noodle would probably be better, but I always use spaghetti)
2 large chicken breasts (marinated in soy sauce, olive oil, rice vinegar, and garlic powder)
1 large cucumber, peeled, seeded, and julienned
1 large red pepper, sliced thinly
1/2 cup cilantro leaves, coarsely chopped
2-4 green onions, cut on bias
1/2 cup peanuts
1)combine first 6 ingredients in a small saucepan and simmer until slightly thickened and peanut butter melts (will still look thin)
2)meanwhile, prep the veggies
3)grill marinated chicken breasts on preheated grill until cooked through and no longer pink in the middle; slice.
4)while chicken is cooking, cook noodles in boiling water until tender; drain and toss with peanut butter sauce.
Arrange peanutty noodles on large serving platter, top with chicken slices. Arrange cucumber, red pepper, cilantro, onions, and peanuts on top and serve!
It's beautiful and so very yummy.
Grilled Thai Chicken with Peanutty Noodles (how's that for a title??)
Ingredients:
1/2 cup chicken broth or water
1 inch fresh ginger root, grated
3T peanut butter
1T honey
3T soy sauce
3-4 cloves garlic, pressed
1/2 lb thin spagetti (another authentic asian noodle would probably be better, but I always use spaghetti)
2 large chicken breasts (marinated in soy sauce, olive oil, rice vinegar, and garlic powder)
1 large cucumber, peeled, seeded, and julienned
1 large red pepper, sliced thinly
1/2 cup cilantro leaves, coarsely chopped
2-4 green onions, cut on bias
1/2 cup peanuts
1)combine first 6 ingredients in a small saucepan and simmer until slightly thickened and peanut butter melts (will still look thin)
2)meanwhile, prep the veggies
3)grill marinated chicken breasts on preheated grill until cooked through and no longer pink in the middle; slice.
4)while chicken is cooking, cook noodles in boiling water until tender; drain and toss with peanut butter sauce.
Arrange peanutty noodles on large serving platter, top with chicken slices. Arrange cucumber, red pepper, cilantro, onions, and peanuts on top and serve!
It's beautiful and so very yummy.
Friday, April 3, 2009
You've come a long way, baby
Jumping in the pool can be a scary thing to do. Some of us prefer two feet planted firmly on solid ground, thankyouverymuch.
But a few days of spending more time in the water than we did on land produced some desired results.
Day 2 - "I want to jump in. I really do. Mommy said I'd get some candy if I did. I really really want that candy. Yes I do. I. want. to. jump. in.
but.
I. can't.
do. it."
a.k.a. "Torture"
But a few days of spending more time in the water than we did on land produced some desired results.
Day 2 - "I want to jump in. I really do. Mommy said I'd get some candy if I did. I really really want that candy. Yes I do. I. want. to. jump. in.
but.
I. can't.
do. it."
a.k.a. "Torture"
Day 4 -
WOOHOO!!!!
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Cheapest Vacation EVER
We are currently enjoying the cheapest vacation ever. Seriously.
It's Spring Break for Corene. Hubs has a gig in Sioux Falls this whole week (nice timing, thank you Lord!), which pays for his hotel, a daily per diem for food, and even gas money/mileage for the trip. So we tagged along, pretty much for free.
I figure that if we were home, I'd be buying groceries, right? Breakfast is provided at the hotel. Since we have a fridge in our room, we decided to do one meal a day in our room(PB&J all the way...).
We are ALMOST staying within his per diem each day, even for a family of 5. Woohoo.
The thing that's putting us over the top of the budget is our occasional ok daily morning coffee shop splurge. We considered bringing our espresso machine with us but figured that would be a little bit much. Ahem.
The totally sweet part about having a symphony gig out of town is that the rehearsals are in the evening, the performances are in the evening, and the days are... free!! Woohoo.
You might be thinking: Sioux Falls is not exactly a huge vacation destination, and not even any warmer than home.
So, what are we doing? One word: swimming. A pool was my only requirement for hotel. So far, we have been the only people swimming the entire time we were in the pool area (which was, um, like, the whole day yesterday).
Other highlights: TV (we don't have cable at home, and don't watch much at all). We're getting our fill for the year while we're here!!
I am going to take a risk of looking like a total wierdo here, but how cool is the Antiques Road Show? I know it's like a PBS show, I know we get it on our TV at home, haha... no wisecracks, please! But how cool is it to watch someone bring in a family heirloom diamond necklace that was appraised for $10,000 and be told that it's conservatively worth $250,000??!!!! That's my kind of reality TV show.
I know. What a dork.
Moving right along...
Wrapping it up with the quote of the week, (so far) - probably the most complex sentence ever spoken by Isaac:
Are you ready for it?
"Isaac tooted in Sioux Falls yesterday"
That, Mr. Taz, is what we call TMI.
It's Spring Break for Corene. Hubs has a gig in Sioux Falls this whole week (nice timing, thank you Lord!), which pays for his hotel, a daily per diem for food, and even gas money/mileage for the trip. So we tagged along, pretty much for free.
I figure that if we were home, I'd be buying groceries, right? Breakfast is provided at the hotel. Since we have a fridge in our room, we decided to do one meal a day in our room(PB&J all the way...).
We are ALMOST staying within his per diem each day, even for a family of 5. Woohoo.
The thing that's putting us over the top of the budget is our occasional ok daily morning coffee shop splurge. We considered bringing our espresso machine with us but figured that would be a little bit much. Ahem.
The totally sweet part about having a symphony gig out of town is that the rehearsals are in the evening, the performances are in the evening, and the days are... free!! Woohoo.
You might be thinking: Sioux Falls is not exactly a huge vacation destination, and not even any warmer than home.
So, what are we doing? One word: swimming. A pool was my only requirement for hotel. So far, we have been the only people swimming the entire time we were in the pool area (which was, um, like, the whole day yesterday).
Other highlights: TV (we don't have cable at home, and don't watch much at all). We're getting our fill for the year while we're here!!
I am going to take a risk of looking like a total wierdo here, but how cool is the Antiques Road Show? I know it's like a PBS show, I know we get it on our TV at home, haha... no wisecracks, please! But how cool is it to watch someone bring in a family heirloom diamond necklace that was appraised for $10,000 and be told that it's conservatively worth $250,000??!!!! That's my kind of reality TV show.
I know. What a dork.
Moving right along...
Wrapping it up with the quote of the week, (so far) - probably the most complex sentence ever spoken by Isaac:
Are you ready for it?
"Isaac tooted in Sioux Falls yesterday"
That, Mr. Taz, is what we call TMI.
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