Our family loves raisin bran. All of us. Jude, I'm sure, if he's like the rest of us, will learn to like it when the time comes as well. It's pretty much a staple item in our pantry.
Maya has just recently decided that she doesn't like the "Raisin Brans" as she calls them (which would be the raisins) so she asks me if I'll pick them out for her. Her breakfast request is as follows "I'd like Raisin Bran with no raisin brans." To the stranger's ear that may sound ridiculous.....or to her father's ear, but anyway, I get it, and unfortunately for me, I've been doing it. I slowly poor the flakes out of the box so I can swipe each and every little 'raisin bran' before it gets hidden in the bowl and place it to the side.
Now, you might be thinking "so what?" I would do that for my child. Here's where it gets tricky. Do I put the raisins that I just removed back into the box or do I discard them?? Yes, I contemplate this question almost on a daily basis. Because if I were to have a bowl of raisin bran next, my flake-to-raisin ratio would most likely be squed. I know that some people prefer a lot of raisins in their bran, but I think that the makers of raisin bran got it just right when they filled the box, so I hate to mess with a good thing.
And yes, folks, I DO think of these things......regularly......somebody help me :) And this was all before 7 AM!!
Friday, May 6, 2011
Saturday, April 30, 2011
Date Night
Aaron and I had the opportunity to go out on a date last night......finally! The last time we had any time alone was a month ago on our anniversary for the afternoon, and before that, it had been over 5 months. I've kinda missed the guy! I've enjoyed having the chance to spend time with just him and I'm always quickly reminded of why I fell in love with him and why I continue to love him more all the time. We have so much fun together, just being together. I think I've made it a little hard for us to get away together because I'm still nursing Jude and he doesn't "do" bottles, so that makes it troublesome. But I fed him his bedtime meal and left in hopes that he'd manage.
We went to Conklin's Dinner Theater in Goodfield, which was about a 5 minute drive from our home....excellent. We left the kids at home with Grandma Lesa for the evening and bid them farewell around 6:00. Our table was in the first row of the balcony, so we had a great view of the whole stage. We sat with an older couple who were "dating." They were interesting, which Aaron and I decided isn't quite the word for them & seems like an understatement, but we couldn't figure out what else to say. We got acquainted with them upon arriving and quickly learned that it was going to be a "fun" night! We tried to scoot down to the buffet line before them so we'd have a moment to ourselves. But then I was blindsided!!! This strange woman in line right in front of us turned to me and began talking to me as though we'd known each other for years. Now, I have to say, I must have a sign written across my forehead that says "Please talk to me if nobody else will listen" because I always stumble upon these people! Maybe I'm too polite or maybe I'm just terribly unlucky! This lady was deep. She's on the hunt for all of her ancestors that are living because she's making a family tree, you know for the Ramsey family, and wouldn't you know she can't find any of the Collins' still living, except for the ones in some county in Maryland, which is really Baltimore, and this one man she found in Arkansas has agreed to do the DNA swab kit that she called him about even though it's gonna cost her $200-300 out of her own pocket, but she's really gotta get this family tree done, and that's just one of her husband's side of the family, she hasn't even started on her side, which is the Feltons and the.........get my drift. Holy Cow! She spoke to me as though I knew everyone and everything she was talking about. And on top of all of that, I got an entire run-down of how many times she'd been to Conklin's and who she'd sat with and where they were all from.
So, then after getting our food, we went back to our table & I decided that maybe the folks at our table were not so bad!! We enjoyed the meal and the play was hysterical! Other than the loud and very weird laugh of the man at our table, we both had a great time and we had plenty to talk about on our 5 minute drive home!
Moral of the story: Go to Conklin's Dinner Theater if you get the chance. Get your own table and don't make eye contact with any of the old ladies in the buffet line.
We went to Conklin's Dinner Theater in Goodfield, which was about a 5 minute drive from our home....excellent. We left the kids at home with Grandma Lesa for the evening and bid them farewell around 6:00. Our table was in the first row of the balcony, so we had a great view of the whole stage. We sat with an older couple who were "dating." They were interesting, which Aaron and I decided isn't quite the word for them & seems like an understatement, but we couldn't figure out what else to say. We got acquainted with them upon arriving and quickly learned that it was going to be a "fun" night! We tried to scoot down to the buffet line before them so we'd have a moment to ourselves. But then I was blindsided!!! This strange woman in line right in front of us turned to me and began talking to me as though we'd known each other for years. Now, I have to say, I must have a sign written across my forehead that says "Please talk to me if nobody else will listen" because I always stumble upon these people! Maybe I'm too polite or maybe I'm just terribly unlucky! This lady was deep. She's on the hunt for all of her ancestors that are living because she's making a family tree, you know for the Ramsey family, and wouldn't you know she can't find any of the Collins' still living, except for the ones in some county in Maryland, which is really Baltimore, and this one man she found in Arkansas has agreed to do the DNA swab kit that she called him about even though it's gonna cost her $200-300 out of her own pocket, but she's really gotta get this family tree done, and that's just one of her husband's side of the family, she hasn't even started on her side, which is the Feltons and the.........get my drift. Holy Cow! She spoke to me as though I knew everyone and everything she was talking about. And on top of all of that, I got an entire run-down of how many times she'd been to Conklin's and who she'd sat with and where they were all from.
So, then after getting our food, we went back to our table & I decided that maybe the folks at our table were not so bad!! We enjoyed the meal and the play was hysterical! Other than the loud and very weird laugh of the man at our table, we both had a great time and we had plenty to talk about on our 5 minute drive home!
Moral of the story: Go to Conklin's Dinner Theater if you get the chance. Get your own table and don't make eye contact with any of the old ladies in the buffet line.
Friday, April 22, 2011
And Her Name Was Written Everywhere
This morning I rewarded Maya for staying in her bed all night with some Starburst jelly beans. She was eating them and Jude woke up so I went in his room to get him out of bed, change and feed him. Maya came running in moments later exclaiming "Mommy, these jelly beans say Maya Paige A-Happy" (that's a direct quote). She walked over and showed me the writing on the jelly bean, which to my eyes, clearly said "Starburst." She recently did this with M & M's too. The "M" was mistaken for "Maya Paige A-Happy" on those as well.........hmmmmm, strange.
In her room, Maya has at least 3 things that say her name on them. She used to always ask or I would always tell her that that was her name. On the wall, on the pictures, on the little blocks on her bookshelf. It all says her name......so, therefore, doesn't everything else in the world that contains letters say her name too?? I love to see how toddlers try to fit the whole world into their few, little experiences to try to make sense of them.
A couple weeks ago, she and I had on Old Navy sweatshirts on the same day. As you know, Old Navy loves to plaster their name all over their attire so both of our shirts said "Old Navy" across the front of them. Maya came up to me and asked "Mommy, does this say Maya Paige A-Happy??" I told her that it did not, and that it said "Old Navy" on it. She noticed about 2 hours later than I had on a sweatshirt with letters on it and she proceeded to ask me if my sweatshirt said "Old Lady" like her's?? I about died. The things this girl says.........
In her room, Maya has at least 3 things that say her name on them. She used to always ask or I would always tell her that that was her name. On the wall, on the pictures, on the little blocks on her bookshelf. It all says her name......so, therefore, doesn't everything else in the world that contains letters say her name too?? I love to see how toddlers try to fit the whole world into their few, little experiences to try to make sense of them.
A couple weeks ago, she and I had on Old Navy sweatshirts on the same day. As you know, Old Navy loves to plaster their name all over their attire so both of our shirts said "Old Navy" across the front of them. Maya came up to me and asked "Mommy, does this say Maya Paige A-Happy??" I told her that it did not, and that it said "Old Navy" on it. She noticed about 2 hours later than I had on a sweatshirt with letters on it and she proceeded to ask me if my sweatshirt said "Old Lady" like her's?? I about died. The things this girl says.........
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