Monday, March 23, 2009

Crash and Burn

Crash, burn, code blue, DOA (dead on arrival)...words that went though my mind as we tried to resuscitate our hard drive. In the end, there was nothing we could do but mourn the fact that I hadn't backed up the hard drive since before Adam was born. I might have one picture of his birth floating somewhere in cyber space, but I can't think too much about it because it's depressing. Oh, not to mention Steve's school files and all my recipes. So to make it up to Adam I've tried to take tons of pics to prove he was not adopted (because I know there will be days when he swears he is). This also explains my two week hiatus from blogging as I was without computer/Internet. You'd think I'd have some deceleration of how many books I read since I didn't have the constant temptation of Internet, but it's so much longer to do things (like locate an address or find a movie time) without the web that life is much easier now that I'm "logged on".St Patty's DayI usually do a traditional feast of Irish Brown Bread, Corned beef and potatoes, finished off with bread pudding, but Adam's been a little demanding lately and we ended up with corned beef sandwiches and potato chips. My sweet visiting teachers made me some chocolate clover suckers, which we had for dessert.Hmm, who does this child remind me of? Oh yeah, me.
Happy Birthday to Me
I turned the big 29 on March 20th. My best bud Araksya planned a week ahead of time and made me a feast! Mexican food (my fav), homemade whole wheat bread (No one makes it like she does) and chocolate molten cakes (filled with chocolate, caramel, and mine had peanut butter...does this girl know me or what?)Shannon loved the dinner (even Adam ate some) and gave it 2 thumbs way up. It was so good and no dishes to clean! After I botched the directions on my own cake, I called Steve and had him pick up a slice of caramel cake at a local German bakers. Then Chelsea brought me some homemade hot fudge sauce and ice cream. I was spoiled!
After seeing what I ate this weekend, I'd better stop complaining about those extra pounds I'm having a hard time loosing. Maybe I'll just embrace them. Pass the leftovers.

Adam continues to progress gastronomically...he's added a sippy cup to his already full meal plan. Painting Party
What do you do for a friend having their 3rd girl? Help paint the nursery. It was a good excuse to get some girl time and practicing my painting skills on someone else's wall.


No turning back now.

Moving right along

No ladder necessary for the shorty

Since I was at the party, there had to be food.
Orange Cranberry Pull Apart

Ham and Cheese Crepes


Now that I have a computer, I will fulfill my promise to blog more.

Monday, March 9, 2009

Elder Gruwell

My brother Daniel has been on his mission in Carlsbad, CA since August. I thought I'd let you view some of the things he's been up to. Pictures are truly worth a thousand words. Although I read his letters and can't wait to one day meet this spiritual giant that is constantly growing, when I see his pictures I'm comforted that there's still a bit of "Dizzle" sticking around.Daniels' always had original corny phrases. Now he is channelling that energy into missionary work. On the plane to California, someone saw him in his suit and asked if he was going somewhere on business. Daniel's reply, "Yes, I'm on the Lord's business." When asked what someone could feed the missionaries, Daniel's answer, "Referrals."Even though I couldn't get this pic to rotate, I had to include it. As a fellow connoisseur of Mexican food I was blown away by(and jealous of) the size of this burrito. I'm not sure what inside it, but I have visions of Cafe Rio dancing in my head.Daniel's always been an artist and he's continuing to be creative with limited means.How I would feel if I were learning a new language or two.
Aren't missionaries cute? Especially this one.
A humble Christmas.

I have no comment on this pic.
Daniel gets to check my blog on Tuesdays. We love you Daniel and are so proud of the work you are doing and the man you are becoming.

Sunday, March 8, 2009

Bipolar Alabama

I don't mean to sound like an old fogie, but what's with this weather?

Last Sunday

This Sunday
Ops, forgot the sunscreen. But we couldn't get outside fast enough (played at the park, went jumping in the creek, and grilled for dinner). Ah, I LOVE spring.

Saturday, March 7, 2009

The many names of Adam

Noelle was so excited that I was blogging more, it gave me that little burst I needed to post yet again. I want to be more like her and post a little everyday as opposed to my weekly recaps, but less face it, my life has never been as noteworthy or exciting as hers.

For example, last night, at 3 am as I was trying to get Adam back to sleep, several names for him flew through my head.
1. Sibling stopper (self explanatory)

2. Slimer - We called Shannon Stinker because she had an abnormally large amount of gas as a child (until I cut out dairy). Next followed Aubrey, who was given the name Slobbers (shortened from Slobbery Aubrey). So what could we call Adam? After being spit up on 3 times in 1 minute the name Slimer came to mind...an ode to Ghost Buster for the monster who spewed green slime on everyone and ate everything. All too appropriate.

3. Adar (a combination of Adam and Radar) Adam has a super human ability to know the precise moment that my head hits the pillow and my eyes close. Then, and only then, does he start crying. We did this dance about 5 times last night and I couldn't help but wonder what I had done to offend this kid?
4. Rooster - because his hair is spiky, he's up with the sun, and he squeals in his bed until everyone is awake.
But when you look at this giant beast I usually call my little man, how can you not help but fall in love?

Friday, March 6, 2009

Takes The Cake

I've toyed with the idea of becoming a member of the "daring baker" society...until Araksya and I attempted to make a tres leches cake for our VT b-day. IT WAS INSANITY!

1st - The cake took twice as long to bake as it insurrections suggested and it still wasn't completely finished. However, the top was too brown and ended up being cut off.2nd - The "tres leches" were too much for the cake to soak up.Oh well...we poured the excess on top of the piece we removed from the cake...mmm.3rd - Getting the cake out of the pan. With all that sticky liquid, the cake was suctioned to the bottom of the pan. I gained a few bruises on my knuckles as Araksya pounded the pan.But if FINALLY came out!
4th - The frosting. It required a mixer over the stove.Thank goodness there were two of us! We traded off when our arms got tired from the thick as mud frosting. Not to mention it flew all over Araksya's kitchen.

5th - Frosting the cake was impossible to do without getting it all over you. I found some in my hair!Shannon was more than willing to sample our endeavours.However, after one bite, she reminded me of something out of Twilight (if you look closely her eyes are red) and couldn't quench her thirst for more cake. In conclusion, I now know that Tres Leches does not mean the cake of the three milks, it means the cake of three days, as that is how long it took to complete this labor or love.

Tuesday, March 3, 2009

Spring's almost here!

And NOW it snows? Shannon can't believe it!I didn't believe the weather men either, so I wasn't in the stampede to the grocery store for bread and milk. Half of church was cancelled (because of our 2 inches of snow), but not before my children could be seen sporting their "themed" outfits...Shannon in her snowman dress and Adam in his snowflake sweater.


Fat Tuesday
We don't participate in Marti Gras, but when I heard that Fat Tuesday was ALSO National Pancake Day, we decided to get a little festive (and I didn't feel like cooking dinner). Shannon stepped in and was a big help, but insisted on many many many chocolate chips in the batter.Regression
Which reminds me...I should have seen the signs last week when Shannon put on the baby pjs, but it became more and more apparent this week that Shannon's now acting out and acting like a baby. Luckily no toilet accidents, yet. While on the subject of babies...not much to report here (still not rolling, still not sitting up for long periods of time, etc), but LOADS of cuteness.

My little man is growing up! He grabs everything, eats everything, and wants all of mom's attention.