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1. the hot period of the summer reckoned in ancient times from the heliacal rising of Sirius (the Dog Star)
2. a period marked by inactivity
Today was HOT! And inactivity seemed to be the theme of the day. Other than splashing around in the pool (Second day in a row) we did not do a whole heck of a lot.
The in-laws have a new addition to their home.
Fred. The Basset Hound.
He is adorable. If we did not have two dogs already, I would seriously consider dog-napping.
I could not do a post about Fred and not include our Izzy, since I did not include her in yesterday’s post. (She even swam today, but was not very thrilled about it.)
I did not bake anything today, nor did I cook. I did however, want to post a recipe, and thought a homemade dog biscuit one would be perfect. Our dogs love these. (well, they will eat anything really, but these are good for them, and they smell good)
Even if you don’t have a dog, these make great gifts for family or friends who do.
Peanut Butter and Banana Treats
1/3 cup peanut butter
1/2 cup mashed banana
1 tablespoon honey
1 cup whole wheat flour
1/2 cup wheat germ
1 egg white, lightly beaten, for brushing
Preheat oven to 300 degrees F (150 degrees C). Lightly grease a baking sheet, or line with parchment paper.
Stir together the peanut butter, banana,honey and egg in a medium bowl; blend thoroughly. Stir in the flour and wheat germ; mix well.
Turn dough out onto a floured board and roll to 1/4 inch thick. Cut into desired shapes with cookie cutters, place on prepared baking sheet, and brush tops with egg white.
Bake biscuits in preheated oven until dried and golden brown, about 30 minutes, depending on size. Remove from oven and cool on a wire rack.
At last…the pool is crystal clear. It took two months to get the in-laws pool swim-able. It seemed the day would not come when we could actually swim in it, but after a new pump and filter system, Houston we have a go! So that is where we spent this hot sunny Saturday.
Last summer Isaac discovered that the pool jets doubled as massagers. This is what he had to say about them today:
“Mommy, remember last summer when I thought those bubbles felt good on my privates? Well that is what I am doing right now”. He then gave me the thumbs-up. Lovely. Thankfully we supplied him with fun new pool toys, so he did not spend ALL day with his bubble “friends”.
Does summer get any better than this?
Lucy even swam – (we left
the other one Izzy at home, she does not like the pool)
Another day down – only three more days until we head east! Maybe I will bake something tomorrow, or maybe we will just spend all day swimming.
It has been a while since my last post. I wish I had a wonderful excuse. Sadly, I do not.
I have been busy, but not overly so.
Maybe it is the heat. It has been in the 100s most of this week. We have all moved a little more sluggishly than normal.
Our upcoming trip to Vermont has me distracted with excitement. I have missed my family madly and my two oldest children even more. They will spend the summer out here, in the Midwest, and are looking forward to all of the fun things we have planned. I am looking most forward to seeing their beautiful faces every day, and getting to hug them as many times as I can in the seven weeks they will be here.
When I got married at a young age, and had children, I never thought I would be added to the statistic of the “divorced“. I had dreams and hopes of raising my children in a loving family. Unfortunately this was not to be. Divorce is never a pretty thing, but mine was especially ugly, and after many a battle, we were left torn apart. Not only as a family but also as individuals. My children have always been absolutely wonderful in every sense. They have been through many changes, and somehow always smile through it all. They are brilliantly smart, artistic and well rounded. I could not have asked for more.
I met the wonderful man I am with today, while going through my emotionally and physically draining divorce, and we were blessed with a beautiful little boy.
A second chance at a family. It has never been conventional. Time share between homes for my oldest was not always easy, but we were making it work.
And then two years ago an extremely sad event hit us all like a ton of bricks. My husband’s brother took his own life, and left us all devastated. Since his family was out here, 1700 miles from where we were at the time, we were faced with a very life changing decision. His parents needed him near them during what was surely the hardest year any of them had ever faced. We decided to move to be closer to them for a few years, until we could figure out a better solution for everyone.
As I mentioned my divorce was a very ugly one. My Ex made the kind of money that afforded him a damn good lawyer. And since I had been a stay at home mother, I was basically on my own. Even though my children were my life, and I was the best mother I could be, a judge thought that my Ex was entitled to primary custody. His lawyer put a up a good fight, one that I, alone with no one to help me fight, did not stand a chance against. (I have always felt it came down to money, and the fact that the Judge and Lawyer were “friends” – that is another story for another day). Of course there is much more to this drawn out event in my life, but I have always struggled with the views of others regarding this matter. Because they assume that I MUST have done something to not get full custody. This is not the case.I guess in a way I have been labeled the Taboo Mother.
This was all six years ago. My children adapted much better than I. But we figured out a way to make it work.
I feel as if I am rambling, but wanted to give some background as to why my children did not move out west with us.
We talked about the move with our children for months before it happened. They were ok with what was going to happen. At the time I thought I would be ok, I knew that I would see them every few months. It is not nearly enough. Being a mother is something that has taught me so very much about love. About who I am as a person. I have learned that the only people who love you unconditionally, are the children you are blessed to bring into this world.
Life is rarely what we expect. There are surprises around every bend.
Right now, the twelve days I have to wait to see my babies, feels like a lifetime to me.
note: I changed the title of this post, because evidently “taboo mother” has a very alternative meaning from the one in which I was referring to. (go ahead, google it) 🙂 And I was getting a lot of search hits for this term, and very lewd comments….so a title change was called for.
This was one of my gifts from the other half of WE. Brunch. What this man does with eggs is nothing short of amazing. Tonight he is taking me out for Cajun food. I kind of have a crush on this man.
I was recently awarded the Versatile Blogger Award by the lovely JamieAnne, creator of A Dash of Domestic . JamieAnne’s blog is a wonderful mix of recipes, tips, and stories about life. I really enjoying reading her posts, and love her sense of humor.
Once you have received the VBA, you then pass it on to seven bloggers that you enjoy, and share seven things about yourself.
I am passing on the Versatile Blogger Award to the following people because they either make me laugh, make me think about life, have wonderful recipes or all of the above. Please take a moment (or many moments) to check out their blogs. It will be well worth it, I promise. (*Note: claiming your award is simply saving the award image, so you can re-post it)
Now the seven things about moi:
1. A few years ago, I fulfilled my dream of owning my own restaurant. It was a small, beautiful cafe and bakery, where we made everything from scratch using as many local ingredients as possible. It was successful, and it was one of the most incredible, fulfilling journeys I have been on. Unfortunately due to several (out my control) events, I had to close the cafe. But I have moved on, and plan on opening a bakery when I move back east.
2.Before my restaurant venture, I was a freelance graphic designer. I now use that creative energy to create custom cakes. (Art is art)
3.When I was 18 I got a fairly good-sized tattoo on my left arm. At age 33, I wish I had really thought that one through.
4.I have not ridden a bicycle since I was about 14 years old, and am fairly certain that if I were to get on one today, I would break my neck. (I know, I know, once you learn, you never forget, but I am not sure if I believe that)
5. I shattered my elbow when I was in the third grade. My father thought it was “nothing”, and made me eat a french fry (we were at the park having lunch) – I guess he thought this would make me feel better. That one french fry caused me to have to wait until the following day to have reconstructive surgery.(After my mother convinced him something was seriously wrong, they rushed me to the E.R.) Two metal pins later, and week spent in the hospital, I was allowed to go home. I have sported a 5 inch long scar ever since.
6.I love to go camping. Not the luxury RV kind either. In a tent, in the woods.
7.I absolutely love cars. Muscle cars, classics…really any nice looking car will do. One of my dreams to is to restore a Jaguar XKE or a 1969 Mustang Mach 1 Fastback. Ahhh…someday…and then I will be that old person with the really hot car.
Thank you again JamieAnne, I feel honored that you selected me.
I have noticed a few bloggers participating in the Project Marriage and since father’s day is fast approaching I thought I would participate.
We are not the most conventional family, nor did we meet in a conventional way. We have been through more in six years than most will go through in 50 years of marriage. But through all that we have been through; laughter, tears, death, love, birth, and stumbling more than a few times along the way, I would not trade what we have for the world.
His smile lights up the room and my world.
He is silly, stubborn, fun, forgetful, is always running late, makes the best egg burritos in the universe, knows how to fix just about anything, gives the best hugs and makes our kids giggle like no one else can. (He will even go on rides that spin and go in circles,50 times in a row, because he is that kind of dad) We don’t always see eye to eye, and we argue over the silliest things but we always make it a point to say I love you at the end of the day.