Thursday, February 25, 2010

Papa to the Rescue.

That is right. Papa came to the rescue. Yesterday I received a phone call at work from Olyvia's teacher. She told me that Olyvia pulled out her tooth while looking in the mirror in the classroom. The problem was that the mirror is over a sink, of course, and that tooth had gone down the drain. Olyvia was quick to inform everyone that this wasn't a problem. She explained that her daddy and Papa were plumbers and they could fix this. So she insisted that her teacher call me to see if her daddy or Papa could come and get her tooth. Here daddy was out on a job of course, but Papa happened to be in the office and so I informed her teacher that I would see what I could do. She told me that time was important as Olyvia wasn't allowing anyone to touch the sink and the janitor was waiting to clean it but Olyvia had told him that he couldn't until her tooth was recovered.

I told Papa the problem once I got off the phone and he went to her rescue and recovered her tooth...too cute. No matter how much those two pick on each other, they sure do love each other.

Saturday, February 13, 2010

Maggots in Flour.

As I sit and type this I have a total feeling of disgust for flour. I have just gone through a process of throwing out all the flour in this entire house which included white flour, whole wheat flour and whole wheat bread flour. It is all gone. You may ask why, or maybe you wouldn't and you are applauding my action. Either way, what I am about to tell you will most likely disgust you.

This afternoon my youngest got the fabulous idea that I should make a pie after she had a talk with my sister who exclaimed she was making a pie or had made a pie. Either way, the result of the conversation was Ellie explaining to me that I "needed" to make a pumpkin pie for her. Once home from our day of run around, I decided that since I had all the ingredients for a pumpkin pie, I would go ahead and make her one. Together the two of us put all the ingredients for the filling into a large bowl and with great care and decisiveness...wait, who am I kidding? Let me rephrase that. With great speed and vigor, Ellie proceeded to stir the filling. If you had ever wandered if Evaporated milk, sugar and pumpkin can fly...I assure you it can. We cleaned up the mess and continued stirring. She was slightly slower this time. The filling was ready.

I gathered the ingredients for the crust, opened my flour (having just purchased it one week ago) and started to measure it into a measuring cup. As I was doing this, I saw something in the flour. I looked into the bowl and realized that I didn't just see one something but a whole lot of somethings. As I began to scoop these somethings out of the flour and put them into a bowl to better analyze them, I realized what they were. This is where my stomach started to churn and my hate for flour started to build. They were some sort of maggot like wormy thing. And there were at least twenty of them that I had scooped out of the flour. I don't even want to know how many more were in there. Then I started to wander how they got in there and were they in there the last time I used the flour? Most likely. . .OK, sick feeling getting stronger. Then I got to thinking that they were probably little eggs in the bag of flour and they had recently hatched and were eating the flour as their food.

I really can't type anymore or I may vomit. The result of this discovery is that I decided I didn't want to take a chance on any of my flour and I threw it all away. You may be wandering what we did with the pie filling....we baked it in the pie plate without a crust. It turned out wonderful. I may never make a crust again.

Tuesday, February 9, 2010

Children are amazing.

Recently good friends of ours welcomed into their lives their very first baby. Watching them adjust to the new little one and seeing an infant again reminded me of when I became a mom and got me thinking about our role as parents. What an amazing thing!

As a mother I realize that I am not perfect, that no mom can possibly be. This realization has also brought to light the fact that as children (and sometimes even as adults) we expect our parents to be perfect. We often give them a hard time, especially as teens. We expect more from them than we should. I fear that as a teenager I most likely fell into this camp. I am very greatfull to my parents for putting up with me and continuing to see that I learned what I needed and put me on a path to become the woman I am.

So I send out a resounding CONGRATULATIONS to all you new parents or soon to be new parents. What an adventure you are embarking upon. Enjoy every minute of it and don't be too hard on yourself.