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Because of my hubby’s sensitivity to wheat we usually have bread on a rare treat. Easter was one of those times. So I made him the GF Banana bread. I followed a traditional bread recipe but substituded the flour for “Montina Rice Flour”. Turned out pretty good if I do say so. Care for a slice? I used the King Arthur Baking Book recipe.
It really is palatable.
My new blog… cause two just aren’t enough!
We love compost. I believe I have mentioned that earlier. However, some drawbacks are these little boogers;
They are such awful little critters. However, if you have any strappin’ boys or manly men put them to work. This picture was taken just before my handsome husband threw that junebug larva against a brick wall and watched it splatter to kingdom come. Boys will have fun while we women will scurry away in search of something a wee bit more refreshing. Like these perchance?
However if you plan to be more useful in your gardening… Compost piles can have MANY of those awful critters above. While I transplanted my beautiful pansies I had to kill 1 dozen at least and oh boy I think my stomache still is squemish. My point is this, they will completely destroy your tomatoe plants. So if you plan to transplant your tomatoes, like we did, you must make sure that your new pots are clear from those critters.
They love moist soil. Especially if its rotting like compost does. No, this whole blog post is not going to be about them. I thought that was one tidbit you should know about them. But anwyay, here are our tomatoes, happily transplanted.
And here are my fresh herbs. OOh I can’t wait!
Now, I plan to put my herbs along this fence…
My very sweet and handsome brother is pulling that awful crab grass out for me.
The poor boy was doomed. Yes, we call him that. And he is all boy too. Yep, All boy, down to the dirtiness, balls, rovin’ gambler, smart alec, all that. He was quite a surprise to us girls when he wouldn’t do anything so sissy. Not like Nolan. Well, Nolan wasn’t sissy just very compliant. 
But, Ethan, He had a fascination for balls, particularly soccer balls (a shame to his father who believes, “The first step to one-world-government”, to put it nicely). He would lug around many balls at once when he was a toddler. Just look at him now,
Ethan, Dapper Dude the 1,
Ethan has always found a way to tell you the most uninteresting things in the most fascinating way. He has a story-telling way about him. I rememeber (and we have it on video somewhere) him telling a story (when he was like 4?) about a horse, black. It when on for over an hour about this horse. I don’t think anything was repeted like, the horse was black, the horse ran in the meadow, the black horse ran in the meadow. Nope, He probably could have written, The Black Stallion without even reading it. But with all that, he has a wee bit of difficulty reading. Mumsie shall remedy that!
I have a very cool picture in my photo album of Ethan all dressed up in the play knights armor. Perhaps that day is the one I remember the most. He dressed up in all this armor, came up to me (5 yr. old) and said, “I’ll protect you!” And away he went slaying the dragon that threatened my life. I called him after that, “My lil knight in shining armour” (Now don’t think he was replaced or he was the replacement, my hubby is, THE knight (not lil) in shining armour).
Ethan loves, Spiderman. I don’t understand the fascination but he is boy and LOVES Spiderman. He has a few outfits and he will wiggle his fingers and do the whole web thing and even make the whooosh sound. Talk to me about boys would ya? Is it like men and “The Godfather”? Boys and “Spiderman”?
But perhaps our favorite movie with Ethan was, “Finding Nemo”. Remember the turtle? Crush? Well, Ethan just loved that movie and would watch it 100 times a day (or so we girls thought when we watching to watch something like “Ice Princess”). But we would walk up to him and say, “sweet” and he would say (3 year old here)
“Duuuuuuuude!” You had to hear it to find it as cute but use your imagination or picture your three-year-old child saying that with dead pan expression but enthusiastic but dead voice. So hard to write but so laughable to remember.
Ethan is also the “Protector” (if you will) of Lorna. That means that while he will tease her to death (and maybe annoy her a wee bit too) he will also be her best companion. I often come over to see them engaged in some sort of conversation or play. Often times Lorna is chasing Ethan or visa versa but there is something between the sibling that just makes your heart melt. He likes to help Lorna hold Euphemia. See, here he is holding her when she was first born… He is gonna make some gal swoon with his teddy bear heart but fearless character.
Another pic to show how boyish he is
He is also looking forward to making a bookshelf with David soon.
Since its the weekend I have limited computer time. Hubby is home and therefor I like to be more productive because he can help take care of Emma. WHile that may sound so backwards, believe me, the system we have going, WORKS!
Ok, so on Monday I will write about the last boy (Ethan) in our family. We are nearing the end. One more girl after him.
But, I had to share my lovely surprise I got in the mail today.. A dear friend of mine sent me a lovely card and this inside… How she loves me! If she is reading this, I want her to know how much I love her too!
Ya’all have a wonderful weekend!
Besides lettting us go broke…. here it is summed up in You’ve Got Mail;
Our early morning stroll. Would you like to join us?
First we will get Emma all ready…
Then we will go South on our little street… still with me?
Now we have our first pit stop (you know like in Amazing Race?) We are about to cross another street we are now heading East.
We shall continue along the bike path/walkers path. The road on the other side is just too narrow and too full of dirt for walkers so the city put in this path. Wasn’t that nice of them? The motorcyclists love it too… they can fill the path up with dirt and get dirt in the walkers eyes and mouth. Ok, so not all of them are so rude. There is actually quite a gentleman that frequents this side of the road. He slows down to a crawl anytime there is pedestrians. Once when I stopped to take pictures of our beautiful mountains, he thought I was having car trouble and stopped to see if I could help.
The path; (see the brick building (the back of it anyway) that is our beloved WalMart)
Now we have a bend in the road and another main road. That one goes straight through town. I guess you could call it main street.
Another pit stop to cross the street and now we will head south again.
After the bend, another straight stretch… Need a drink yet? It’s been a little over 1/2 a mile so far.
We have to stop and smell the rose tree. I want a few of these. Can anyone tell me the name of them?
And to my right I see… YES! WALLY WORLD!
Ok, after another 100-200 feet maybe 300 we come to a stop light. Now since there were a few cars there I didn’t want to scare them so I didn’t take any pictures. I figure they needed to concentrate on driving more than saying, “Cheese!” But I made my way West and we come to Albertsons…
But the real reason we are here is…
What can I get you? I have a free coffee here so I intend to make use of it. It has a $5 value. o I am getting a Venti, Mocha Cafe’ Latte with extra shot. Yummy! Let’s take a rest here while we wait
Refreshing ourselves;
Here is my ticket to heaven… or heaven on earth shall we say?
Don’t try to duplicate it… it won’t work. Sorry.
Now, we’ll head home… It’s been about 45 minutes and we still have half a mile to complete. Somebody is getting a wee bit tired from not exercising… Fresh air, our lungs don’t know what to do!
So, here we are. Someone woke up and is full of energy now. By the time this post is complete, she will be asleep. Mark my word.
And here is where I’ll go
Well, my friends, thank you for the lovely walk and I hope we can do it again soon. Have a lovely day!
Someone posted this and I am sharing it all with you! Go see!
http://clarkchatter.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-coming.html
Our five month old cutie…
How original. So, Andra, the blond one. Not only blond but blue eyes as well. Andra is definetly blond in personality as well. Here she is in one of my creations. This picture is one of my favorites.
She looks so much like her Grandma H. there. She has the complete (or almost) personality of Grandma. She is smart in her own way but she has a ditzy way about her. Probably the thing that stand’s out the most about Andra is her logic. My sisters can be deep in conversation about something, maybe child rearing (yeah we love to talk about that. Especially while watching Nanny and the Naughty Corner) They can go back and forth about the proper way to discipline and correct the child and Andra will pipe in with,
“Why is the room purple? What an interesting color for the child” Makes total sense to her.
I believe Andra would make a good reporter. You enter the house and she will tell you all the updates of the family. Some of the lesser known things, some of the more known and common life details, something that the neighbors are doing, something someone across the country is in cahoot with the president. You name it, she knows every detail about it. While as we posted before about Jenna being our Jonah… perhaps Andra could be the more detailed version of it. Where Jenna will tell you, Lorna broke a dish, Andra will say,
“Sargeant (the dog) ran inside and Lorna was chasing after it. Nolan had a popsicle. Lorna ran into the stack of plates. Braelyn did the bathroom. Lorna broke a large yellow plate. Challice called 2 days ago.”
Oh yes, so Andra. She like Morgann love to bake/cook. She has a interest for gardening too (but not the inclination to weed and prepare the soil. Just plant and water. ).
You can point to something right in front of her and her eyes are across the room scowering the said object. You do have to tell her many times to do one thing or what you have said half a dozen times. Her mind flitters from one thing to another.
Now, I have listed all her bad qualities. What is she like as a sweet girl? Well, Look above at her picture. She has a certain charm about her. Very rarely is she upset or sad. Atleast as far as my eye can see. She posesses the humor for our family- read her comments here Andra’s Antics (don’t worry, will only take about as long as it took to read this far). Andra cuddles, she is a big little sister, She is a friend and a companion, and most of all she is a real treat.
Capturing her energy and livliness would make her quite rich. If only we all could posess what children find within themselves. But then, at one time we all did and it wore us out in the end.
The greatest memory I have of Andra is probably the one that I wasn’t even there for. My mother has told it a hundred times. Her birth. They go to the hospital, the planned homebirth fell through, but the mom didn’t. My understanding, Mom comes out of bathroom, climbs or fall upwards onto the bed and says,
“This baby is coming”. Nurse and Dad nodd and reassure her. “Yes, dear anytime now”.
“No, this baby is coming NOW!” Still more reasurring that it will be anytime. Not sure how long this went on but soon enough Dad says, “Umm… NURSE! There’s a head… HEAD! NURSE!!!” Nurse continues to fill out paperwork. “I’ll be right there. “ doesn’t even look. NURSE! (I can see a few #^*@#! in the distance even thought that is so not my dad). Finally I guess the nurse turned around to make her point, yeah think she was a bit ticked, just as the baby was about to fall on the floor and made a dash and caught her. Wow. Talk about God. Now, the reason Dad didn’t catch the baby was Mom had his thumbs. She could’nt let go. I hear she tried but she didn’t. What a memory huh? That is what I remember most about Andra. The birth story I was never there for.
What a Eulogy should Andra ever need one. Ha. I’ll be gone before that sprintz is.
Jesse Spencer – Molly Smiles Lyrics
Daddy’s little girl paints the world with her magic wand
Daddy’s little child breathes new life to the morning time for me
Though we’re apart, her thoughts follow me
When I come home, Molly smiles with the dawn
Molly smiles, and she radiates the glow around her halo
When she plays, Molly smiles
On a summer day, Molly smiles
A new day, Molly smiles
Daddy’s little girl ties a ribbon around my heart
Daddy’s little child waves goodbye to the ocean tide that sweeps me
Though we’re apart, she’s a part of me
Molly smiles with the dawn
Molly smiles and she radiates the glow around her halo
When she plays, Molly smiles
On a summer day, Molly smiles
A new day, Molly smiles
When I come home, Molly smiles with the dawn
Molly smiles and she radiates the glow around her halo
When she plays, Molly smiles
On a summer day, Molly smiles
A new day, Molly smiles
When the days have gone grey,
Nothing’s wrong when Molly smiles
