nothing is certain

I think I know what it feels like to have a heart attack.

Every day, when I send my kids out the door to school, one of the things I always shout after them is I love you. The other is, watch for cars backing out of their driveways. Neither one of which I think they hear because their winter hats are covering their sweet little ears. And because as soon as they are out the door they bolt to the bus stop like they were going to win a prize for getting their first.

As luck would have it, every day at the exact same time my kids are running to the bus stop, our neighbor is leaving for work. And so of course, this is the main reason I am always telling them to make sure they LOOK.

Today, Eden and Emma were walking down the sidewalk, but all of a sudden, Eden gets the urge to run. As usual. Whether she feels the need to get to the bus stop before her 5 year old sister or she is just afraid she's going to miss the bus, I'm not sure. But she bolts and leaves Emma in the dust. So Emma of course starts running too. Not paying any attention whatsoever to the car backing out of our neighbor's driveway.

Well, I am surprised that our front room window is still in tact because I was trying to pound my way through it to save my baby from being run over in front of my eyes. Luckily our neighbor saw Emma and stopped, just in the nick of time, I might add.

I can't even describe the horror I felt in that moment. Watching helpless from the window. I wanted to run out of the house and scold my neighbor, who did nothing wrong. I wanted to scold Eden for starting to run. I wanted to scold Emma for not listening to my words of warning, that I've spoken at least 400 times, about cars backing out of driveways! I wanted to scream at everyone for what could have been an unspeakable and tragic accident.

But, I watched my babies get on the bus. Then I waved at them as they drove past the house on 25th street, like I do every day. And I watched them get off the bus at school, safe and sound. I love living so close to the school that I can watch them. And it helps that Emma has bright fluorescent green snow pants, I could spot her anywhere!

Thank GOD they are safe. And maybe I am making a mountain out of a molehill here, because nothing happened. But I still feel butterflies as I type this. Every parent's biggest fear is that their child will get hurt. And I feel like I have been so lucky and so blessed in a safe little bubble while tragedies are happening to families all over the world.

Hug and kiss your little ones like there is no tomorrow (I know you already do), because nothing is certain.

My favorite winter meal

Oven roasted winter vegetables & chicken thighs

You start by halving brussel sprouts, and chunking yams and beets into

bite size pieces.

(I will blanch my veggies for a couple minutes just because I like to)

Aren't those colors beautiful?!?!

Put them in a bowl and coat them with some olive oil.

Transfer them to a roasting pan lined with tin foil (and sprayed with olive oil)

and sprinkle a little salt and pepper over them.

Next you salt and pepper (generously) both sides of boneless chicken thighs

and get a good golden color on both sides in a hot pan.

Then you lay the chicken thighs on top of the vegetables

Pop the pan in the oven

375 degrees for 40 minutes

Depending on how you like your vegetables (and whether or not you blanch them first)

you may want to cook them longer. Mine are nice and tender at 40 minutes. Also, if

your oven is too hot, the brussel sprouts might burn. I think that blanching first

also helps with that. But I could be just blowing smoke, I'm no professional

cook or anything.

But the end result is a beautiful plate of healthy, hearty vegetables and succulent chicken.

It is truly a favorite in this house.



pan seared tilapia

There is one thing I would LOVE to learn how to do. Cook fish and make it taste good.

I struggle with this, I admit it. Probably because I don't practice enough. And I don't practice enough because every time I try to cook fish, it turns out horribly, no one likes it and we end up starving the rest of the night.

I think a lot of people tend to shy away from eating fish because they are afraid it will taste "fishy". I mean, it's fish, shouldn't it taste a little, teensy weensy bit fishy? NO! Fresh fish is not supposed to taste fishy. With the exception of canned tuna, but that's not exactly "fresh" is it.

Anyway, so in one of my favorite *blogs that I read every day, the writer gave an example of what she might eat in a day. And one of those things was pan seared tilapia.

"Pan seared tilapia.", I said to myself, as though this was a brilliant brand new invention. Why the hell have I never thought of that?

No no, we must bake or boil or broil everything. (oh, and grill in the summer)

Seriously, the pictures of her pan seared fish slapped me in the face with a fish. It looked so good! Except that she turned hers into soup, I was just interested in the fish part.

Side bar: Have you ever watched Veggie Tales? In the one that tells the story of Jonah, they make reference to bad people slapping other people with fish. Just thought I'd share that.

Not that I think she's a bad person who is slapping me in the face with fish. It was more like a "Hello McFly! You can actually cook fish and make it taste good! DUH!"

I was so inspired by this that on my way to the store to pick up strictly dog food (I say strictly because I've been grocery shopping a lot lately and also, Lizzy was completely out of food) I also stopped by the fresh fish counter and had them wrap me up a couple of tilapia fillets. Which is something I never do, convinced by my husband, the most knowledgeable man in the world, that fish is NOT fresh. But for a split second, I questioned whether or not he was, in fact, the most knowledgeable man in the world, and I decided that part of my horrible tasting fish problem might come from the fact that I ALWAYS buy frozen.....in a bag.....with 3 scrawny little fillets of fish. And they never taste good.

I came home with my prize, took out the trusty old iron pan and seared me up some tilapia. And it was GOOD! I mean reeeeeeeeeeeeeeally good!

"Hooray!" I shouted to no one in particular. Then I slipped on dog drool.

Lizzy thought my cooking was marvelous as well. She can't stop drooling over it. I let her have some. She's a big fan.

Here it is, searing away. (yes, I chunked it)

And here it is, getting ready to be digested.

You'll have to bear with me on the horrible food photography. I was so hungry I just wanted to snap a couple to prove that I actually successfully cooked fish and then get on with the eating of the fish.

YUM!

Now, I know that pan searing one type of fish and making it good (more like freakin' awesome!) does not qualify me as an Iron Chef or anything like that, but I feel confident that I can cook this, serve it to my family, and not be made to hear of their gastrointestinal distress later.

And, if you have any other EASY ways to cook other kinds of fish, I would kindly like to learn how to do that as well. Did I mention it had to be EASY? Not that I can't handle a difficult recipe from time to time but let's face it, I don't always want to pretend I'm Julia Child or have an ingredient list two pages long.

Simple fish. I should master this, and write a cookbook with that name... "Simple Fish".

*note: the blog in which I am referring to is Ready in 5 (weeks) and it is listed on the sidebar of my fitness blog under "fit blogs I love". 

Valentine's day....

...it has become all about the kids.

But for some reason, I'm ok with that. It's not like I wouldn't

love to have a romantic candlelit dinner

at some fancy restaurant with my husband, but we can

do that anytime we want, really. We don't need a specific day to tell us when to do it.

And the kids love it when we make holiday's special.

Valentine's Day isn't really a holiday, but you know what I mean.

Any excuse to do things a bit out of the ordinary, go

a little out of your way to make it special for them.....

they eat that stuff up!

And no, I don't think I'm spoiling them.

So we have found this wine where the alcohol has been removed and have been getting it for the kids

for all special occasions lately. I think it's "fancier" than sparkling grape juice. The only concern

I have is that the kids tell their friends they have "wine" but neglect to tell them about the

"non-alcoholic" part and soon social services is knocking on my door.

 

Our table probably wasn't as fancy as it has been in the past. Most of our stuff is recycled. Like the fake flower petals and of course the table cloth. I went for paper plates

this year, partly because I knew we were having pizza and partly because I'm lazy

and don't want to clean up dishes.

You should see the disaster I woke up to this morning.

I thought that maybe the girls might find it in their hearts to do the dishes for me

on Valentine's Day, but no.

The after party is much less glamorous.

Hanna's pizza. She looks excited.

Emma was trying really hard to drop hers on the floor. Luckily, no disasters of that type.

Eden's pizza. Vegetarian, of course.

Then it was time to demonstrate how to drink "fancy". This is Emma's version. Like Patrick, when in doubt, pinky out. Yes, my kids watch Spongebob. The horror!

And Eden's version of drinking "fancy".



All in all the 2nd annual heart-shaped Valentine's pizza extravaganza was a success.

The only bummer was I didn't find any new LaLaLoopsy dolls

that I was hoping to stuff in the little one's

gift bags. They have pretty much all of them and so it gets harder

and harder to find the ones they don't have.

They are working on the "whole collection" as they call it.

I stuck to my vow of not over doing it with the chocolate. So proud of myself.

Drum roll please

Style #5 - a heart shaped goatee

just in time for Valentine's Day

how clever

:)

5 styles in 5 days continued...

I think we left off at day 3. So here it is, the 3rd style. He's gotten rid of the chops.

Now we're getting to the good part. This is his "French GuyE" look as Eden calls it. (you are to stress the E on the end of guyE)

He also got a hair cut so he looks very.....

I still can't come up with anything to describe his look without using "evil" or "robot devil"

hahaha

I had to get a picture of Eden too. Just because we laughed so much over the "French guyE" thing.

Of course the grand finale of this whole thing is tomorrow. I know what he is planning on doing. And you may think you know, but you have NO idea.....

Oh, and let me just add that someone at work made him a cake. A round cake, the face of a man, complete with a beard. Beardo.

I want to post the picture however just FYI, I didn't make the cake, I didn't take the photo of the cake, I don't even know who the person is who made it. But it's too funny not to share.

I'm sorry I can't give proper credit to the creator.

5 styles in 5 days

It has begun.....

My husband started growing a beard late last year. I don't remember exactly when, November maybe? And as it grew, I sort of liked it. I asked him to keep it. He looked sexy. Even my mom said so. I think it was at that point he wanted to shave it off...hehe. But, he said he'd keep it for a while, because I liked it so much. But after Christmas, it would be histroy.

Well, here it is, February, and he still has it.

It's quite bushy. I said that to him one day. "Your beard is.....really......poufy."

"You want me to shave it?"

"Ehhhhh...." - translation, yes

Of course back in December he had talked about doing this thing he called "5 styles in 5 days" where he would start shaving his beard piece by piece, giving himself a new look each day.

"OMG, you're coworkers are going to eat that up!" I said.

They already call him Yeti.

Anyway, 5 styles in 5 days has begun. And I've got photos (of course). Unfortunately, I did NOT take a before picture which is kind of sad. Because then you can't really get the full effect of the "pouf".

"You can just photoshop it." he says to me. Clearly this man thinks a little too highly of my photoshopping skills. But whatever, I'll do a quick and dirty version.

This is basically what it looked like "before". Although I didn't do the "pouf" justice.

His 1st style was to trim the pouf. 

2nd style was to add some "chops"

Style 3.....you'll just have to wait and see!