cracked up

"Okay, now tap it a little harder.

A little harder.

Good, now pull the sides apart.

Pull apart.

No, don't squeeze.

Don't squeeze it.

Ok. let go, I'll show you.

let go.

Ugh.

I said don't squeeze.

Here's a paper towel."

Ever wonder at what age a child can actually crack an egg by himself? Well, I can tell you right now it's NOT five! I'm wondering how many times my kitchen has heard this dialogue between me and one of my children over the years. I'm also wondering when 'eggsactly' was the last time I cracked an egg by myself. There's something magical to a young child about cracking an egg. Maybe it's the joy of being allowed to break something. Maybe there's the slightest chance that something different is inside there. I don't know.

For as long as I can remember, my kids have come running to the kitchen when they realize the egg carton is out of the fridge. Probably because it usually means cookie dough or cake batter is in the mixer since we don't generally eat a lot of eggs for meals. Maybe it's because "mom has to pick one of us over the rest to crack the egg, and it could be me, and this will prove once and for all that she loves me most." Hmm.

It took a while but finally I learned a few years ago to break eggs in a separate clear (or at least not white) bowl:

"Ok, now you can't pour it in yet.

Hold on, I have pick the shells out."

Gazpacho!

The great thing about having extra cucumbers around the kitchen is finding fun new things to do with them beyond the salad! So the other day I whipped up a batch of Gazpacho! I'd never made it before but decided to give it a shot. The whole thing took me about 20 minutes and I just used what I had - no special peppers or anything, and canned tomatoes! It actually turned out pretty good - Probably wouldn't impress Martha Stewart or anything, but I don't see myself inviting her over for lunch anytime soon.

Soup or Salsa? I guess I'm just not used to eating cold chunky soups, because, even without any peppers whatsoever, I couldn't resist eating this by scooping it up on a tortilla chip. Oh well, whatever works!

Hello Jack

So, I just want to send a big thanks to my niece Kylea and her new husband Eric for introducing me to the music of Jack Johnson. They just started their own blog, "Better Together" (so cute)- in which they promise to chronical newlywed life - I can't wait to read all about their adventures...

Anyway, their blog "Better Together" sports the same title of a song by Jack Johnson and they have the song playing on their playlist. I had never heard it (or of him) before but I fell instantly in love... I don't usually have much reaction to music. I can generally take it or leave it. I own very few CD's. Even in high school there was very little that moved me. When my friends had multiple layers of posters on their walls portraying the latest and greatest MTV heartthrobs, I stuck with my one-and-only, Sting. Finally he (and his brooding) started to get on my nerves. Now his songs all transport me back to those horrible years of teenage angst....ugh.

It's rare, but occasionally I'll hear a song or a particular artist that just speaks to me, and I tend to fall hard. Now, I'm odd when it comes to music and my taste (with the exception of Mr. Sumner) has never been mainstream. I remember trying in vain to find anything by Isreal Kamakawiwo'ole while living in Utah, and the blank looks of Borders employees when I asked for a choral version of Pachelbel's Canon that I'd heard (turned out to be the boys' group Libera, which is AMAZING).

Now, I was surprised to find out that Jack Johnson has 4 albums (do they still call them that?) and is on 6 soundtracks and about 32 music compilations, and the only song I had ever heard of his before was something with a weird title and weirder lyrics: Bubble Toes(?) ..."her feet are infested with tarballs"(?) ... uh, yeah. I was not surprised the trip down Target's CD aisle was fruitless.

But what I heard on Ky and Eric's blog, I liked, alot. So, rather than look like a total idiot and continually log on to their page just to listen to their favorite songs, I went on a quest, and figured out how to make a playlist of my own and added the neat little gatchet here. I'm sure I'm showing my age here - it took me all afternoon to figure the thing out.

I'm sure that I'm my own most frequent visitor.

Teamwork

A litttle while ago I wrote that I had never canned anything. Well, I'm learning never to say "never"!

We went up to the Fisher's in King, NC for the 4th of July weekend and they had gone up to Virginia and bought a bushel of apples. I didn't even know apples were ripe yet - always associated them with fall. Anyway, we all had a good time making applesauce with them.

About 3/4 of the way through, it started raining.

The kids loved wearing Grandma's aprons.

My mother in law is a veteran canner andknows all the rules and tricks by heart. So she is a great teacher. The whole process went very smoothly and faster than I thought it would. Unfortunately I wasn't able get a photo of her in her cute 4th of July apron.

It's amazing to watch your kids find joy in work. This is always easier when the task is something new and interesting.

It's especially easy to find smiles when the work will most likely be followed by one of Grandpa's famous ice-cream trips!

Unfortunately I wasn't feeling well for most of the time and pooped out midway. I couldn't resist taking a few photos, though.

Thankfully we had a couple of hardworkers who volunteered to do the clean-up part. I think we used every big bowl and pan in the house! They deserve a second scoop! Not bad for a Saturday morning's work!

Angelfish Trivia

This is one of those e-mail surveys that you get and respond to if you have nothing better to do - or, in my case, you're procrastinating doing anything constructive.

Anyway,

I thought it was a pretty good snapshot of me for posterity.

Today is July 8, 2008
1. What time did you get up this morning? 8:30-ish
2. Diamonds or pearls? diamonds
3. What was the last film you saw at the movies? Wall-e (at the drive-in!)

4.What is your favorite TV show? Lost
5. What do you usually have for breakfast? cereal

6. What is your middle name? DeNae
7. What food do you dislike? Greek
8. What is your favorite CD at the moment? Jack Johnson- In Between Dreams
9. What kind of car do you drive? Lexus 470LX

10. Favorite sandwich? anything with avocado, but nothing on rye
11. What characteristic do you despise? manipulativeness
12. Favorite item of clothing? jeans that fit, gap t-shirt (see photo)
13. If you could go anywhere in the world on vacation, where would you go? Hawaii

14. Favorite brand of clothing? LonnieQ

15. Where would you retire to if you could? Chapala, Mexico

16. What was your most recent memorable birthday? I forgot

17. Favorite sport to watch? HHRC swimming, diving

18. Where is the farthest place you are sending this? Utah

19. Person you expect to send it back first? mom

20. Three things you need to work on. organization, exercise, procrastination

21. Since you "know what you know now", what would you have done differently? lots
22. Are you a morning person or a night person? in between
23. What is your shoe size? 9
24. Pets? my kids have pets, I have kids

25. Any new and exciting news you'd like to share with us? I've lost 7 pounds!
26. What did you want to be when you were little? a kid forever

27. How are you today? awake

28. If everyone knew your biggest secret about yourself, would you lose friends? I hope not

29. What is your favorite flower? Passion-flower
30. What is a day on the calendar you are looking forward to? July 19th - swim championships

31. What gets on your last nerve? nagging
32. What is your full name? that's confidential
33. What are you listening to right now? White Sandy Beach of Hawaii - Isreal Kamakawiwo'ole

34. What was the last thing you ate? egg sandwich

35. Do you wish on stars? whenever I can
36. If you were a crayon, what color would you want to be? aqua
37. How is the weather right now? Overcast and 80's, humid

38. Last person you spoke to on the phone? Olivia

39. Favorite drink? any Jamba Juice

40. Favorite restaurants? Panera Bread
41. Hair color? summer-orangey/yellow

42. What was your favorite toy as a child? Barbies
43. Summer or winter? In between (spring, fall)

44. Hugs or kisses? Hugs

45. Chocolate or Vanilla? Chocolate
46. Coffee or tea? herb tea
47. Do you want your friends to email you back? YES!!
48. When was the last time you cried? watching president Hinckley's funeral
49. What is under your bed? food storage

50. What did you do last night? watched BigT & kids light fireworks

51. What are you afraid of? being buried alive
52. Salty or sweet? Sweet
53. How many keys on your key ring? 1

54. How many years at your current job? 23
55. Favorite day of the week? Sunday
56. How many towns have you lived in? 12
57. Do you make friends easily? not really

58. How many people will you send this to? 7
59. How many will respond? don't know
60. Do you like finding out all this stuff about your friends? Yes!

Fruits of His Labors

Well, it finally happened. Tonight my dear husband was not just happy, but thrilled to be eating beans (and only beans) for dinner. Normally I would never consider such a thing - the very mention of a "meatless" meal would have serious consquences (the sighs, the forlorn expression, the droopy posture, you get the idea).

But these were not just beans. Oh, no, they, along with the perfect cucumber, are his 'first harvest" of 2008!
And let me tell you, this event is no 'small potatoes' :) - these babies were started from seed way back in March. No cheating by planting store-bought plants! Big T got the brilliant idea of warming up the soil of the seed trays by placing them on a heating pad. I had countertops full of teeny green sprouts in my kitchen for two months until after the first frost.
And this is his garden, start to finish. I'm not big on vegetable gardening. Could be because I was sent out to gather tomatoes as a clumsy 13 year old and stumbled, tearing the stitches in my knee that I had acquired at camp. That's the memory I have when I smell that tomato-plant smell. And did I mention that I've never canned a thing? ...Not yet anyway.

Watching my husband putter in his garden until after dark is all very entertaining to me because, until recently, I had not realized that I had married a farmer. Here I thought I'd caught an accountant! Apparently it's in his genes - at least a few generations of Fishers have been farmers. It's neat the way it seems to be so natural to him.


So what goes into growing such a perfect first harvest? Well,...


a lot of time
a lot of water
a lot of sun
a lot of string
a lot of bamboo
a lot of deer repellant
a lot of prayers,
a lot of waiting,
and a whole lotta love!

The importance of Number 5

Yesterday I came across this list that I wrote during

Women's Conference two years ago. The class was on being "lighthearted but not lightminded" and I had just came out of one on the subject of "finding joy in motherhood".

Now, during this particular time in my life I was not doing a very good job of being lighthearted or finding that elusive mothering joy. We were then coming up on the third year of trying to sell our house in Texas, it was May and already getting hot and I had hoped to have seen my last sticky summer there. That plus trying to keep my house model-clean with 4 kids living in it (ages 3,5,7,& 9) had pretty much squashed the lighthearted joy right out of me.

So I was amazed at how really quickly I was able to do the assignment (and you can see evidence of my mindset at the beginning of the list- then I sort of came to my senses as I got closer to #1):

25 things that Make Me Smile (me,2006)

25. NO ANTS! (fleas, mosquitoes, roaches, etc.) in the house

24. the smell of clean sheets

23. a clean house

22. eating out (no cooking, no cleaning!)

21. dropping kids off at school

20. picking kids up from school

19.the smell of homemade bread

18.making cookies with my boy and girls

17. watching Big Tuna play with the kids

16. morning snuggles - kids in my bed

15. putting kids in their own beds at night

14. getting new scrapbook stuff

13. seeing my kids enjoy their scrapbooks

12.walks on the beach

11. watching my kids play together

10.letters and emails from friends

9. finding a great bargain

8. movie marathons with big T

7. Halibut's new words

6. Grouper's arm kisses

5. getting flowers from my kids

4. evening family walks

3. family prayers

2. my Temple marriage

1. knowlege of my Heavenly Father's love for me

Now, did you notice #5? Number 5 is the whole point of this post. I don't remember when my girls first started bringing me flowers - my pansies, weeds, the neighbor's prize roses - it didn't matter - all blooms were fair game. It was just what girls do. They even risked incarceration for picking bluebonnets in Texas (it's illegal) and I have the pictures to prove it! As they've grown older (and come to understand it's not polite to raid the neighbors flower gardens) I've received fewer and fewer blossoms.

So the other day when Halibut grabbed a fistful of leggy blooms growing beside the tennis court and brought them to me, I was thrilled. He had never made such a gesture before. No one taught him that he should do this - he was just thinking it might make me happy. Well, I made a big fuss abut it and he was so proud when we displayed them. (see green bottle, above)

The next thing I knew, he was bringing in armloads of brand new hydrangea blossoms from my only source of color in an otherwise monochromatic green, green, and more green yard. By then Orca noticed and decided to do likewise. They were filling every cup and bowl in the kitchen! By that time I had forgotten all about "number 5" and told them both, "Don't pick any more hydrangeas!"

Silence. Their smiles quickly disappeared.

Ugh!

I quickly tried to undo what I had just done by explaining that we don't have to pick all of the pretty flowers we see. Halibut's quiet little response:

But I thought they were beautiful

yes, they are. More now than ever.