Archive for the ‘holiday’ Tag
November 25 2009
For the very first time, we are hosting Thanksgiving dinner.
(Insert insane laughter here.)
In our teeny tiny house. At our teeny tiny dinner-for-4 table. In our teeny tiny kitchen. With teeny tiny children running underfoot. Wearing our teeny tiny, miniscule even, chefs hats. We have never cooked a whole turkey before. Hell, we’ve never cooked a whole chicken before.
This should be interesting.
(Insert more insane laughter.)
I know they say it’s not about the food, it’s about the family. But my family really likes their food. Thankfully, my husband is going to help. He will be the one to wrestle the bird. He is also going to remove the giblets, because ew. We have a general idea of the sides we’re going to prepare. We’ve planned this far. The end result is a whole nother story. We have extras of everything possible for experimental purposes and/or in case of a catastrophe. Unfortunately, there is only one turkey.
This could go one of two ways: either not that bad, or it’s all gonna blow to pieces. Honestly, my vote is for the latter. Both J and myself tend to become overwhelmed easily. Put us fretting in a teeny tiny kitchen, fighting for space if not our lives, and our marriage may be at stake. At least I should get a good story out of it.
Pray for us.
June 22 2009
I meant to get out and buy J an honest to god gift for Father’s Day. However, my plan exploded into a million tiny pieces, as they are wont to do. In turn, he received a handmade Jedi Card™. And it only took 9 scrapped sheets of paper, an hour of bickering, a lot of whine, and a few tears to construct a simple I Love You Daddy in colored pencil.
May 26 2009
What better way to celebrate Memorial Day than by grilling enough food to feed an army? I wish I had more to say about that, but my stomach. It’s still filled with grilled chicken, hot dogs, sweet rolls, pasta salad, potato salad, and deviled eggs. There was also steak, but a girl has to set her limits. Plus, I wanted to save room for dessert; brownies or apple pie. Life is full of such difficult decisions.
Our paper plates runnethed over.
We shared this feast with my parents, along with my brother and his 8 year old son. This always makes for an interesting time and the mood of the room usually varies with the hour. The topics of discussion stayed safe, however, focussing on sports and the kids. After my parents called it a day, my brother stayed a little while longer. Soon enough, this turned into a Guitar Hero battlethon. I dare anyone to find a more appropriate cap to the night than by rocking out to Eye of the Tiger. Good times, people. Good times.
May 11 2009
My dream Mother’s Day involves sleeping in until early afternoon. When I wake up, the house is tidy; dishes clean, laundry washed. The kids are content and playing happily, bright smiles on their shining faces and songs of joy ringing from the walls. I walk in to hugs and kisses and I love you‘s all around. Then, I eat an entire pan of chocolate fudge brownies without gaining an ounce and a million dollars falls in my lap.
Needless to say, this is not what happened.
Saturday was meant to be a mostly quiet day, relatively speaking, with dinner at my parents’. Except right before we left, Buzz scraped his nose and from that point on it was CRYFEST 2009. Abby cried because Buzz was crying and Jedi was whining at everything because apparently life just sucks when you’re 5. Especially when your younger siblings WON’T STOP CRYING. Food cures all, however, and it’s a good thing.
Sunday wasn’t much either, for that matter. I did dishes. I did laundry. I received flowers. The boys colored Hallmark-envious cards for me in their own special ways. We went out to eat. It wasn’t anything fantastic, but it was nice. I’m grateful to have these 3 unique little souls in my life, smart and healthy and beautiful. I adore being their mother, through all the ups and downs. I really don’t need anything else. I would have loved a few extra hours of sleep, though.
I'm Crystal. A 30-something mom to 3 young kids living in the Midwest USA. When I'm not chasing my children, I'm a freelance writer and web designer. I like to tell stories from our days and share what we enjoy...
