Cinnamon and chili powder

Day before yesterday I made a pot of chili and my son and I made a pumpkin pie. I am always afraid that one day I will mistake the chili powder for cinnamon (or vice versa). Luckily yesterday was not the day for that to happen. Phew.
I made chili because while it was warm here it was rainy. I imagined I felt cold since I kept watching the weather channel for pictures of the snow. I pretended I was back East and I wanted a meal I could easily reheat on the gas stove if the power went out. Pumpkin pie seemed like something they would eat during a blizzard in the Ingall’s household (Little House on the Prairie): filling, somewhat nutritious and needs no heating.
I miss having weather. My heart is back East right now with the snow and the cold and the hunkering down.  I miss hunkering down.  The forecast is for 50’s and rain on Friday here in the southwest.  Sounds like hunkering down weather to me.  I am thinking homemade tomato soup, popcorn and BLT’s.  Maybe we will watch the animated movie “Alice in Wonderland” I DVR’d awhile ago.  Maybe we will play Sorry or one of our many other board games.  Maybe we will just cuddle up and watch the rain fall.  But we will definitely hunker down in some fashion!

A rough night for the tooth fairy

My son finally lost his second front tooth.  I had been hoping for gap toothed Christmas smiles but it was not meant to be.  As he got ready for bed I reminded him to put his tooth under his pillow for the tooth fairy.  He looked right at me and said, “I think parents are the tooth fairy.”  I responded with, “if you want money for the tooth you need to believe a little longer.”  He was okay with that.

He has had a bit of a cold and after he got done with the “Jack in the Box” portion of the evening (where he keeps getting out of bed and coming into my room for a) one more hug,  b) one more kiss,  c) one more thing he has to tell me, d) one more question he has to ask (typically something I can’t answer like: how does electricity work?)  I laid in bed reading and listening to him cough, despite the medicine I gave him at bedtime.  Finally at 9:00p I got up and started looking for the gold $1 coins the tooth fairy has been leaving him.  I finally found them in my office on a top shelf and I had 2 left.  I put the coin in this odd little pocket on the sleeve of my pajama top and climbed back into bed.  Fifteen minutes later I was asleep.

Luckily I woke up around 2:00a and remembered the tooth fairy.  Of course the coin had come out of the pocket.  There I am in the pitch dark feeling all around for one small coin.  I gave up and turned the light on, found the coin (under the pillow) and turned the light back out.  Now I really can’t see.  I stumble into my son’s room, understanding dawning as to why he picked up the floor of his room earlier and stretch my hand out toward the pillow and right into his face.  Yikes!  Fortunately he didn’t wake up and I eased the coin under the pillow and even found the tooth.  (For the first few teeth he lost we left a note for the tooth fairy asking her to leave the tooth for Mom so I didn’t have to search for it.  Those teeth are tiny!)

Mission accomplished.  Only now I have to pee.  Still leaving the lights off I use my son’s bathroom.  Only to discover there is no toilet paper.  After um, drip drying  I scramble around in the linen closet and find a roll.  Back in bed I am now wide awake.  About two hours later I finally fall asleep.

My son already has another loose tooth.  I think when this one comes out I will just give him the last gold coin and call the tooth fairy done.

Football and food

Off and on over the years I have been a fan of watching Sunday afternoon football. In the mid 80’s I cheered for the Washington Redskins  until the owner, Jack Kent Cook died. I found the new owner, um let’s say unlikable. I didn’t bother to find a new team as I started a period of crazy work schedules, deployments, re-locations and a busy life in general. But then things settled down and I found myself a fan of Peyton Manning.  First with the Colts and now with the Broncos.

For Superbowls my husband and I always pick opposite teams to root for. We also try and make some sort of food that reflects the region of the team we are pulling for. I think our best year was Ravens vs 49ers. I went with the Ravens and made crab cakes and hubby went with San Francisco and made Rice-a-Roni.  And of course the Ravens won.  (Notice how I am not talking about last year?  That was a tough Superbowl for a Broncos fan to watch.)

I am still a Broncos fan and I decided if both Seattle and New England won I would not be watching the Superbowl.  I am sure other Bronco fans get this.  Alas,  I will not be watching the Superbowl this year despite my fervent support for Green Bay and and Indy.   But I had a funny feeling that would happen, despite Green Bay getting my hopes up through 56 minutes of play.  Lucky for me I decided to do the annual food and football for the Championship games instead of the Superbowl this year.

With four teams I decided to go with a generic stadium-ish foods theme for Sunday dinner. In retrospect it wasn’t very healthy, though less un-healthy than if we had really gotten the same items at a stadium.  And it was fun saying to my 7-year old, “let’s go see what they have at the concession stands”  and heading for the kitchen.  At half time of the Green Bay game we had “nachos”.  What we really had:  tortilla chips with salsa and avocado.  After the first game we had dinner: hot dogs and popcorn and fresh squeezed lemonade.  The lemonade was seriously fresh, I picked the lemons that morning from our own tree and squeezed them myself.  We popped the corn in olive oil and added a little real butter and sea salt, crazy good.  I probably should have added some carrot sticks, but who eats carrots at a stadium?  And we finished up with homemade chocolate chip cookies.  Since they weren’t as large as the one’s we have seen at other sporting events, we each ate two.

Despite all the game heartbreak at least we continued the football food fest one more year. No salmon, baked beans or Boston cream pie for this girl this year.  Maybe we’ll take a picnic and go for a hike on Superbowl Sunday.

Am I back?

So I have decided to try writing a blog again. Having read a variety of blogs these past few months I am thinking there is a lot of extremism out there. People trying to spend zero dollars for Christmas, people living in 100 sq ft houses, people eating very limited diets. Minimalists to the maximum. I don’t want to get extreme in any one area of my life.
I have been doing lots of thinking about how I do want to live my life, what changes will make me happier and who I want to be. I have decided maybe it is time to try a little across the board moderation.
Here’s the thing, focusing on being a stay at home Mom has been making me feel a little nuts. So things have to change. I have to change. And I have to accept what I cannot change.

So with these thoughts in mind I have made a list of pursuits for 2015:
1. Write every day.
2. Spend out, don’t be afraid to use things.
3. Play before work at least 50% of the time (mostly in regards to time with my son)
4. Take 5 minutes everyday to JUST SIT, outside or looking out the window.

I am going to continue with small changes to be healthier: yoga, walking, avoiding artificial flavors and colors in foods, visit the farmer’s market more often. I am also going to continue the purge project I started last year. I want everything I own to fit comfortably inside the house. I want to be able to find things when I need them.
What am I not going to do this year? Focus on keeping the house uber clean. Feel like I have to get everything done right now. I am going to let myself do what makes me happy and not worry about what anyone else thinks of it. Especially you. Go live your own life the best way you can. And enjoy every minute you can.