I can’t help but laugh a little bit every time I watch this.
I think we have a future Ms. Corporate America on our hands.
Do you think they’ll let her take her blanket into board meetings?
And I have a phone message for you…
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What We’ve Been Up To… v.2
Well it happened again…I went to bed last Wednesday night and I woke up almost a week later.
Ok, maybe that’s not exactly how it happened but holy moly did this last week/weekend fly by.
So here we go…our last week via iPhone photo dump with a little bit of words.
Our new renters moved in over the weekend so that meant that Andy worked around the clock, literally, nearly all last week to finish up the renovations on the upstairs. He’s still not done with it (touch-up painting and flooring to go), but it was at least mostly move-inable. When I say around the clock I really mean it…one day/night/morning he was crawling into bed about 10 minutes before my alarm was set to go off. That man? He’s crazy. See also: hard working, dedicated, rock star, glutton for punishment
However…it has come a LONG way and it looks pretty awesome, if I do say so mahself.
A little peak at the stairway? stairwell? Whatever, the stairs.
My bed-mate and snuggle-mate while all the renovations have been taking place.
In related news: I really miss my husband. We all do.
I have been trying out some new recipes.
Did you know you get a deal when you have carpets cleaned in TWO houses!?
What my Friday nights now look like. See also: lame
My mom and younger brother & sister came out to help Andy one day. Ry & Keri made me a bouquet.
On Saturday since the new renters were moving in so Andy did work outside. Rylee was eager to help him. (that lasted about 10 minutes)
Rylee & I have been spending LOTS of Mama/Daughter time together so far this summer.
Ry wanted to play in “Daddy’s orange thing”. Oh Sweet Rylee…so does Daddy….
Yesterday at work we unloaded a 54 foot truck with approximately 20,000 units on it…in less than 2 hours. That? Oh that’s just a giant bruise on my leg. Proof of the hard work.
This?…this is what happens when you put on a pair of pants you haven’t worn in a long time after you’ve lost weight…they fall about 4 inches lower than normal and the top of your underwear hangs out. Thank goodness for long shirts, ammiright!?
Just a little cheese before leaving for work this morning. Gosh I love that kid.
Rylee’s Recap: Her 3-year Well Check
Yesterday morning Rylee had her 3-year well check…two months late, I know. Whatevs.
Since it’s Summer break Andy took her. That meant I got the “Rylee recap” when I got home.
It went a little something like this…
{Me} Ry, tell me about your visit with Dr. Barstow today. How did it go?
{Rylee} Pretty good.
{Me} Oh well that’s good…
{Rylee} Yea. But… I gotted a shot.
{Me} Oh?
{Rylee} Yea…it hurt me. So… so… and then I cried. But…it doesn’t hurt anymore. And I got a band-aid! But you don’t pull it off, otay? {she says as she wags her finger at me}
{Me} Oh yea, shots do kind of hurt, but they help us stay healthy. What else happened?
{Rylee} I jumped on a thing. And {as she points to her arm} I got blood pressure. It gave my arm a tight hug. But, it didn’t hurt. And I got a soccer ball! And a penguin book!
I love the way she tells me stories…she makes me laugh.
Here’s the 3-yr stats:
Height: 3’ 3”, 85th percentile
Weight: 32 lbs, 8 oz, 55th percentile
Recipe: Slow-Cooker Lasagna
Since Andy has been working NONSTOP down at the rental to get it ready for our new tenants (T-minus 5 days, folks) I knew I needed to have really fast, really easy dinners this week. But I also didn’t want them to all be hotdogs.
My slow-cooker and I kind of have a hate-hate relationship. I’m convinced it actually cooks on sterroids because anytime I cook something on “low” heat it’s done if HALF the time the recipe says it will. HALF…that totally throws off the entire concept of a “turn it on before you leave to work then have dinner ready when you get home” slow cooker.
However, since Andy was going to be home with Rylee for the day, I thought this would be a pretty safe, non-hotdog recipe to try.
Although I will admit… I was very skeptical.
I found the recipe on my go-to easy recipe website, the trusty old Kraft Foods. Instead of my typing it all out or trying to mess with the formatting of copy & paste, you can find the recipe HERE.
I did alter a few things in the recipe…for example: I used a spicy italian sausage instead of ground beef, I used part skim ricotta cheese and I used fresh basil instead of parsley.
I was able to get most of this prepped the night before so that I could throw it together Monday morning and put it back in the fridge for Andy to turn on later that day. I had Andy put it in at 2 PM because according to the recipe it only takes 4 hrs to cook and I figured w/ my track record I’d better skim off an hour or so.
Here’s the quick run-down…
The goods…
About this time I’m thinking “Really? This is supposed to work?”
All assembled.
The after-math. Yes, it was so good that 2 of us ate almost half of it.
Judge away folks…
So there you have it! Easy. And it was ready when I got home from work…all I had to do was melt some more cheese on top.
And also? Please make a note that this is NOT mexican food!
I can do this… I think I can do this… Can I do this?
“Mommy, I have a question.” she says to me as we settle down in her room for the night. She’s had a bath, has fresh PJ’s on and has her head lying on her little sheep pillow.
“Ok, Ry, shoot.” I respond with a smile and a bit of a chuckle. {where does this kid come up with this stuff!?}
She sits up on her knees, looks me square in the eyes and says “So, how was your day?”
I pause for a quick second and actually think about it. I tell her I had a great day and ask her if she knows what my favorite part of it was.
“No, Mommy, what was your favorite?”
“My favorite part of my day was the special night we had tonight. We played ball outside… We laughed a lot… We ate ice cream… We read books… We had fun tonight, didn’t we?”
She smiles and says “yea…” lays her head down on the pillow then taps the bed right next to her and says “One more minute…”
As I lay there I think, I can totally do this.
This time next week Andy will be on his way to Alaska for his EPIC Alaskan Fishing trip with his dad and best friend. So while he’s off traveling the great state of AK for an adventure of a lifetime, I will be playing the single mom role.
With nights like last night it’s easy to think, “pshhh, this will be nuthin’!”
But then…I think back to Saturday. Oh how easily it all comes back to me.
The crying.
The screaming.
The hitting.
The timeouts.
More crying & screaming.
The anger.
The frustration.
The overwhelming feeling that I’m an awful mother who can’t even handle her own child.
Can I really do this? By myself? For 12 whole days?
Last night was great. Maybe it’s all mental? I was “ready” to have a fun night with just Rylee and me. Maybe it was the promise of ice cream after dinner?
By no means am I any sort of expert in the way of parenting, but here’s what I do know:
I am going to go into next week with a smile on my face and a freezer full of ice cream.