Cooking 101

You may be suprised, but I am 2 steps away from becoming a Stepford Wife, three is you count being thin as a requirment. I have discovered the joys of cooking like a pro. This website is fantastic; http://www.good-cook.ru/vtoroe/vtoroe_vse.shtml
It is in Russian but I have devised a way for even those that speak English to get in on the awsome cooking. Look at the pictures, find things you like, and e-mail me the link so I can translate the recpie into English for you. Or just use an Russian to English translator.
I have been cooking up a storm. DH has been truly well fed and I have earned a sincere complement (not under threat of death) every single time. Even V has had a taste and loved it.
Of course there is a price for all this cooking. Instead of going to see Army vehicles with V and DH I got to cook. Instead of watching the parade go by I cooked. What it all boils down to is that instead of being outside in the swealtering heat I got to be inside witht he airconditioning on full blast (do NOT tell DH).

Oh I should mention that V is now 18months old. He is 33 lbs and 36 inches. The Dr. said that he is big for his age but very proportional (Yeahoo no diet for V) and that my only problem will be people thinking he is stupid because he looks like he is four but acts like he is 18 months. He is right, there have been people giving me weird looks and asking me if V should be talking by now, but I am okay with it. Really I am.

V knows more the 3 words but less then 5. Not too great but not bad either. He does have the motor skills of someone much older but because he is bilingual it will take him longer to grasp language. Then he will not only be the handsomest boy in the world but also the smartest.

Shoot, look at the time! WE MIGHT be having guests ( we better be because there is a whole lot of food that is cooked an waiting) and I still have to wash the dishes and scour the decks.
Love
Me

Teething

Day 4 of teething: Ready for that vacation, or a pink slip.
Day 5 of teething: What do you mean I can't get a pink slip!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Day 6 of teething: What on earth possesed me to cut hair for the first time at Snip-its while still teething? Can't hear myself think oer the screaming.
Day 7 of teething: One tooth out of the three is out, the other two decided to torture me a bit longer.

The child refuses to let me count his teeth! I think we are up to 9 with 2 more on the way but he will not open his mouth to let me check. Thankfully my dad is here for the weekend and I get to have a tiny little break. They have been out for 2 hours and I have been cooking for an hour. It looks liek the teeth have stopped their progress and will wait untill my dad leaves to bother us again.

V got his first haircut. The second the nice lady put him in the nice chair he started crying. I could not take any pictures because he would not let go of me. The entire haircut was spent with his face in my shirt getting it soaking wet with tears and snot, fun. The amazing thing was that even after the hair cut he continued crying. He cried when they gave him a prize, he cried when he went out the door, he cried as he ran into traffic. He evn cried in his carseat with apple juice in his sippy cup. (I never give him apple juice unless here is a VERY good reason) Never doing this again! Well not untill he is addicted to video games and talking hair dryers.

This child amuses me every single day. Looking at him I just want to eat him up. This morning when V woke up he wanted to go see DH. DH was sleeping. I told V that we had to be very quiet and not go into DH's room because he was sleeping. V came up tot he door, looked at me, put a finger to his mouth, said 'SHHH' and procedded to knock on the door. After he received no reply he shushed me againa nd went barging in yelling, 'PAPA!' Needless to say DH was up.

Oh I have to tell you, my keboard no longer function properly. On my laptop the keys; Q, S, D, G, no loger work as well as an punctuation. I now have a computer keboard attached and my laptop is starting to resemble a desktop computer. So much for writting a book while in bed.

Love,
ME
P.S.
Angie what about that overnight date L promissed V?

Happy Mothers Day

Happy Mother's Day to all the mother out there.
Mrs SC I hope you have a wonderful day with your girls. I have been looking at the pictures and they are adorable. And Eva is growing so fast. Emma looks like a little person, not a baby anymore. The two of them look like they will be best friends.

Angie I also hope you have a wonderful day, and that you know who doesn't spoil it for you. Did you remind Hans to get his mom a card? Kiss Lukas for me, and give a apt to Ava. It was good for Hans to post some new pictures, I have been drooling over Lukas for the past 2 days.

And Happy Birthday to Miss EL. I hope you have a wonderful Sunday with MR D (what is his last name?). I called and left a message so I am off the hook until next year.

Love and kisses to everyone.
Chmok
Love,
Me

Rain

We are cutting teeth and very miserable. I spied our 8th tooth on Wednesday and now it looks like a few more are making an appearance soon. So in addition to our lovely cough we now have a runny nose (upper teeth coming in) and general pain all day long.
So now I am sure that I will not be frolicking in central park this weekend. Nor will I be in NY. It would feel very disloyal to V. I already feel like a horrible mother because I am not sick and teething. V gets to be alone in his pain, without the benefit of a playground, while I get to stay in, eat, and read books.
Despite his illness V has become a monkey. I am considering letting him join a circus, all I need to firgure out is which one will pay me the most. V has scaled dinner chairs, office chairs, sofas, beds, and bookcases. He has been on every coffe table and side table and has served as a center piece on our dinning room table. Teacher of the year says that he does this because I haven't taken him to the park. I would take him but I am not sure how V would react to a flodded playground, besides he can learn to swim in June when it's hot out.
And now he is up and cranky once more.
DH is coming and I have to go.
Love,
ME
ps spell checker still not working.

Hat in Spring

Child is sick. He is coughing all night long. I think he got it from my mom. DH is understandably pissed.
This sickness has officially runed any chance I had of going to NY this weekend, unless of course he gets better and no longer feels like I am the only person (hmmm not that there is any one else here) to cling to.
I'm feeling slightly awful myself but not sick. I wish I could get some good sleep, but I can't. There is a lot of pain at the end of the day and I keep hoping that June gets here and I get the surgery out of the way.
I'm sorry I thought I had more to write about the cute monkey that lives with me, but I am beat. Want a nap and can't take one. I will try to post tomorrow something uplifting about drums and friends and stuff, but don't count on it.
Love,
ME

Hanging off the roof

Someone Get me a chocolate bar! NOW!
I need something to calm me down while my DH hangs from the roof. A few wrong moves and that sentance could be taken literally. My Dad and DH are installing gutter shields. They are working at the back of the house. The land there is a nice slope with rocks and trees. To make things worse my DH has decided that he does not need the ladder at a 45 degree angle, he'll manage at 10. The thing is almost parallel to the house, and Teacher of the year is locked in her room muttering, 'why couldn't he wait till we left to kill himself?" Thanks mom, it would be so much better if you left and he fell and I was all alone, yes that would have been easier. I am appropriatly terrified, so send chocolate.
On to better topics, anything that does not turn my blood to ice.
Yesterday was cloudy and felt like rain but it was wonderfully warm and we were playing outside. V, who can now be officially called a monkey, was tired and climbed into our stroller (the big one) and asked me for a ride. I knew it was likely to rain so we just kept going up and down our driveway making car noises. Our neighboor, the one we 'flood' everytime it rains, told me to walk around the block (do I make offensive car noises, or is it happiness in general that displeases her?). I said that the moment I got half way around it would rain and we would be soaked (our block takes about 30 minutes to walk). She said, "Oh no I checked the weather no rain at all untill evening, go right ahead!" So not being able to resist a dare and wanting to be proven right once again I set out on this walk. Halfwway through the heavens opened up and rain came down. Good thing the big stroller has a nice canopy so V was dry. When we got back my neighboor would not even meet my eye, whimp.
V the monkey no climbes into his stroller, car seat, booster seat, couches, tables. He tries to climb onto our bed and into and out of his crib, half an inch in height and he will accomplish both.
Teacher of the year has decided that when fall hits we will be digging out a couple of trees (seren') from the abandoned lots on a nearby road. This can not be terribly legal right? I am sure there is a fine or jailtime involved but neither of those threats is enough to convince DH to buy the same trees for $10 each.
I wish I had new and exciting pictures to share with you, but I am a bad mother in that regard. Oh very well I am not a bad mother just a bad picture taker/sorter/printer. All of that is reflected in the photo album thats stops in January. My, aren't we having a terribly warm March, I can't be more then 2 months behind ont he whole picture thing right?
Oh V is also a proud owner of this sandbox:
http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/B00005U8U6/qid=1147027745/sr=1-10/ref=sr_1_10/103-3555707-3940643?v=glance&s=toys
Everything that people write about it is true! It is fantastic. V spend a minimum of 30 minutes dumping sand out of it every warm day. I think my yard will be complete in the year 2030, when the kids a moderatly grown and the house is paid partly off.
I hear my son laughing with Teacher Of the Year and am anxious to join them before he comes to the living room to type something as well.
Love,
ME
PS my spellchecker is not working so ignore all the stupid errors and just think I wrote comething coherent.