all about marco

Poor Marco. He doesn't get a blog feature too often.
(But before you feel too bad for him or think I'm a terrible mom, just let me tell you. He's got his own private blog with all the important, and very boring for the rest of you, first year stuff in it. His stats, breastfeeding details, sleeping habits, first word, etc. YAY, blogs! I am more than happy to give up scrapbooking in favor of a blog book)

This morning I decided he needed a photo shoot. I opened the curtains to let in some natural light and noticed it was snowing. So did Marcus. After that it was pretty impossible to get him to face the camera. So finally I just took him out to the front porch to see how he liked the 5 degree weather. (If you zoom in you can catch a glimpse of the beginnings of a handsome head of hair. . that he'll get to enjoy for a brief 20 or so glory years. Right, Brent? The casper curse.)
For some reason he seemed to enjoy the snow coatless on our front porch better than last weekend when we bundled him up for sledding. It could've been the size 4 snowsuit he was forced to wear making him look about twice his size. He also HATES hats and I made sure he had two on. Or maybe it was the extra pair of women's mittens I thought he needed.

Marcus goes up and down these steep babies. He had one big fall from top to bottom and that did it. Now he's a pro.
For the last couple weeks I keep wanting to announce . . .We have a walking 10 month old. . . because he is. But he's still crawling a lot too. We know which one will win in the end, just not sure when.
This could very well be the last of the crawling photos. Can't wait for him to get off the cold, cold ground. Then we can turn the heat back down from 65 to 60. This crawling stage is costing us a fortune.

He finally got his top two teeth this month. About the same time he decided that he is now old enough to feed himself. His diet which previously consisted of a rice cereal mixed into anything the rest of us are eating is no longer working now he's got the spoon. No idea what is now going down the hatch. So much is scattered around it's hard to believe that any went in. He also never figured out the bottle or sippy cup. Just uses them for dumping toys. I have been giving him little drinks of milk from a cup for months. But he doesn't want help with that anymore, either. So he has a lot of skills to gain quickly . . . or he's gonna starve.

Bribery

Kashann has been busy . . . Shopping.

In January I am obsessed with hitting every single store every single week. Don't want to miss a markdown. It is like my favorite thing to do ever. Good thing prices aren't this low year round or I would be in serious trouble. Target has some especially low toy prices and K B Toys is going out of business. I brought home a $7.48 kids acoustic guitar, originally $29.99, showed it to Brent, then shoved it in the closet for some future present for the kids. Next thing I know he is down in the living room playing it, didn't even ask. He played guitar all MLK weekend. I should've saved it for his birthday next month. I had no idea it was on his wish list.

Besides, stocking away for birthdays and Christmas. . . What else do I do with all the great deals I haven't been able to resist?

I decided to start my own store. Seriously. It's up in my room and all the items are priced to sale. My girls can earn a point a day for keeping the following family rules.

Practice instruments 5 times a week for 30 minutes
Clean room before school and before bed
In bed on time- 7:45 upstairs girls, and 8:40 downstairs girls
No Fighting (it's verbal in our house)
No Back Talk
Don't leave anything out in the family room at night
Hang up stuff when you come home from school
No Whining

I think this pretty much covers all my grievances lately. This doesn't include daily jobs that they all have around the house. It's a given that they will be doing those also since they aren't allowed to whine or talk back.

The store is open for business once a week. We had a grand opening this morning as I unveiled a few items available for purchase as soon as they earn enough. It was just as exciting as I had hoped. We haven't had a lot of peace in our home at times lately and I am crossing my fingers that this idea works. Kennon really loves new clothes. She's gonna need them soon enough anyway, she's growing so fast -I am now buying her size 8 shoes and she's in the very last size for girls jeans. . . She's going to be in my closet before I know it, so why not make her earn them?

Really there are two reasons I am doing this. I love to shop and need an excuse AND I need a fresh idea to promote peace in our home. Parenting is all about fresh ideas. Nothing works for ever. Whenever I hit a dead end, I just have to come up with something new. Never give up on them.

Brent's summer plans

We recently found out that Brent will be spending three weeks of his summer practicing his dentistry in Bethel, Alaska. After talking him out of signing up for a $3,000 spring break Boca trip (I don't know what the initials stand for, just that it's a highly promoted externship for dental students) to some exotic location like Africa, I am really glad that he found this alternative. The whole spring break Boca idea sounded like a crock to me. They have to pay thousands of dollars to go to a different country and sit in folding chairs in tents and pull teeth?

For Brent's externship they are flying him there, paying for his hotel, and giving him a food budget. Not anywhere near as exciting as the Boca locations all his buddies are going to, but the point was to pull teeth right? Not to take a vacation with the guys.

The last vacation Brent took without me was when Caroline was 2 weeks old. He went on a 7 day cruise with his parents and siblings. I insisted he go, but cried much of the week, and upon his return made him promise to never take a vacation without me again.

I don't think I will be too jealous of him hanging out in Bethel for a few weeks all by himself.

Resolutions 2009

Sunday night we told all the kids that they needed to come prepared to Family night with their resolutions for the new year. They needed one goal each in these categories.
Physical Fitness, Spiritual, Academic, Talent

Caroline came up with one. Learn to do a somersault.

Camille almost hit each category. Here's her list:

"Wake up every morning and run" (Where? that is the question. I asked her about how that goal was coming along this morning and she said that there was too much snow)
"Eat Bread and Water and other stuff" (This is her spiritual goal. We were all confused, but her only explanation is bread and water are sacrament food and thus spiritual. And she had no explanation for the other stuff.)
"Draw one thing a day" (She is planning on being a famous artist one day and has a pretty good start.)

Savannah was the most prepared in each category. She loves schedules so her goals were all broken down accordingly.
Get up every morning at 6 a.m. and . . .
read the New testament for 10 minutes
practice handstands for 5 minutes,
read the Book of Mormon 10 minutes,
10 minutes solving math problems,
15 minutes of Ballet,
Then finally 10 minutes Suessical practice!!!!!!!!
She has been very faithful all week waking up at 6 with her alarm but quite frustrated that she keeps running out of time before the bus.

Kennon's goals were a little vague . . .I can't even remember what they are. Probably something like - 3 blog posts a week. :) The thing is . . She's all that, already.

Brent and I are following Savannah's example and keeping pace with her in our New Testament reading. We both decided we would work out 30 minutes on the elliptical at least 3 times a week. And as talents this year I am focusing on piano -so I will play it for 30 min five times a week. Brent is going to take up golf again with the goal of learning to drive straight.

No one knows it yet but I am adding one more for us all. I've always had a master shopping list that has all our staples and when I go shopping I just print it out and circle the items we are low on. We make pretty healthy choices overall but we can do a lot better. My new master shopping list was printed from The World's Healthiest Foods.com. That will be the basis for Casper Family meals 2009. I am excited. Savannah is going to hate it.
We are going to see a lot less white rice, pasta, flour on our table. Basically if it is an empty calorie I am going to try to stay far away from it. Eating healthier (tons of fruits and veggies and lean meats) can be expensive but I plan on including lots of inexpensive healthy foods like beans and grains.
Someone in our ward gave us several buckets of whole wheat when we first moved here. They are probably over 20 years old, but working for us just fine.

My initiation into Primary

A couple weeks ago Kennon and I were pretty much a one man show in the Buffalo Ward Primary. During the holidays our ward usually bursting at the seams turns into ghost town since all the students take off . The entire primary presidency, along with the music team and half the teachers were out of town. The week before I had been sustained as the new primary chorister/pianist so they asked me to fill in for them all.

Kennon played the piano, Camille gave the talk, I conducted the meeting, and also lead the music. Thank goodness for Kennon or it would've been quite the feat for me to pull off.

My new calling is a co-position. We both alternate leading and playing each month. I am first up leading in January which just gives me a month to LEARN TO PLAY THE PIANO! The Lord by way of Bishop Payne is forcing me to do something that I have not had the discipline to do my whole life. I think it is awesome and know that it will be a miracle if I actually am able to get good enough to accompany the primary. When I first moved here I was practicing piano a ton and hinted to the bishop that I wanted to be in the primary helping with the music. Not sure how that hint translated to Relief Society Presidency?

I finally got my wish a couple years later. Unfortunately in the meantime I stopped playing the piano and am starting from scratch again. Kennon's piano teacher is the primary president. I think she wants another student.

Yesterday was my turn to introduce the song of the month, a brand new one from the Friend, "The family is of God", which I have fallen in love with. . . after many hours hen pecking it out on the piano and singing along.

Our ward primary is run a little different than the last one I served in.

Jr and Sr are combined for all sharing times because we only have about 10 kids in Sr primary And The music leader gets the entire time every first Sunday.

So I am supposed to entertain 3-11 year olds simultaneously with my voice for 40 minutes straight! And four of these 3-11 year olds are mine and come running up to me every 2 minutes to interrupt whispering suggestions in my ear. And I even anticipated this and announced as I was getting started, "If any of MY children have any ideas for me, please see me after or raise your hands like all the other children".

Brent volunteered to come and pull them out by their ear next week if they don't heed this advice.

I thought running RS was stressful but after 40 minutes of this primary opportunity I was hoarse (that song is high and I soloed it at least 20 times), sweaty (haven't been able to locate my deodorant and Kennon's Sauve I'm borrowing isn't cutting it), mad (at my brilliant children and their ideas), and mainly just disappointed (that my 3 plus hours prep didn't translate to success).
It's a real challenge to teach music to that wide of range of ages all at once and for SO LONG. The sunbeams were perfect but gave me blank stares when we tried to get the key words in order. The only 11 year didn't even have the courtesy to look at me let alone sing for me. I had planned a coloring activity but for some reason I just kept singing, singing, singing. . . . trying to make it work and forgot all about the coloring till it was time to go.
Next week will be better. I am determined. I've done this before and it is my all time favorite calling. I guess I am just a little rusty after dealing with women only for so long.
In defense of Caroline, her interruption stemmed from being told by the girl next to her that she would beat her up after class if she didn't hand over the visual aid. But I can't deal with this in the middle of sharing time!
And in defense of Savannah she was the one perfect child of mine. She not only stayed in her seat and kept her ideas to herself but she also tended Marcus the whole time and told me afterwards that it was such a good sharing time.

Merry Christmas 2008

After the elders left we heard some commotion outside and looked out to find Santa in a fire truck making some early deliveries .. . from the dollar tree.

Christmas Eve we decided to go out for dinner and give the cook a break. I made Brent take these before we left. I usually forget to get any pictures of us in front of the tree Christmas Day.
Marcus is now 9.5 months and goes up and down stairs. . .STEEP stairs!
Caroline got a haircut last week and new jeans for kindergarten that we will just have to roll for a while yet.
7 year old Camille is wearing her nutcracker pin her ballet teacher gave her. She made up this outfit herself.
Nine year old Savannah is glad her bangs are growing out and she's got her groove back.

Kennon, our 10 year old was fancy as usual and we only had to remove a couple accessories so she wouldn't overpower the tree for her picture. My Christmas picture at 32.

Christmas Morning shots follow:

The soft seat is for Caroline. She complains of sore legs when she waits too long for us to come help her in the bathroom. Kindergarten is coming soon so it's time she learned but in the meantime she will be more comfortable. Thanks Richard and Erica for the white elephant. Santa thought it would be perfect under our tree.
Our girls are now walking advertisements for Grandma and Grandpa's Cameo Heights Mansion. We'll have to wear these the next time we get picked up in Seattle in the company "limo".
New scriptures surprised Brent. I think he was hoping for a new motorcycle under the tree. I figured now he is the EQ president he needs a set that has has all the pages. His set from Christmas 1981 just isn't cutting it anymore.

We took our tree down within an hour of opening presents! Why the rush? Little house and it was right in front of where my NEW COMPUTER was going to go!!!!!!

This is coming to you all from my very own Mac. Thank you honey. And the poor guy got scriptures.

We were happy to get hit with snow right before Christmas. By Christmas Day it had warmed to 50 degrees, was raining and our white Christmas was more like a brown Christmas. I snapped this before it got ugly.Brent built the kids this sledding hill in our backyard.

Last Saturday I really needed to go grocery shopping but never got around to it. As we were getting into bed that night I remembered . . . That I had signed up to feed 3 sets of elders for Sunday dinner. Please let church be canceled. By Sunday morning, the bishop had sent out a message that church was not canceled but optional, because of a blizzard that was predicted to start around noon. A couple of the kids were sick with ear infections so we stayed home and Brent went alone because he is the one with responsibilities lately. I sent him with plates of cookies to send home with the elders in lieu of dinner. A blizzard, sick kids, no grocery shopping for several days. . . we were canceling. The kids and I enjoyed couch church in our pj's. Brent interrupted a great morning at 11 a.m. Church was out. He told me later that during the early morning meeting the Bishop suggested they just have Sacrament Meeting and RS/ Priesthood, and forgo the Sunday school hour. Brent was scheduled to teach EQ and had yet to start studying a lesson. He quickly broke in with,"Hey, I have a better idea? How about we just have sacrament meeting?" Bishop shrugged and said OK. So having manipulated the entire buffalo ward he now was ready to also alter my day.
He would be bringing 7 elders home for lunch. Be ready by 1.

"Any idea, what you are gonna fix?"

Time to get to work. 45 minutes later I had just finished the breakfast dishes when the phone rang. It was Elder Fallon. They were just turning onto our exit. No, Brent wasn't with him, he was making deliveries to widows in the ward but they could help me with dinner for the next hour until he got there. Lovely. I only had time to take off my PJ's and all 7 elders were there. They shoveled snow for us and all our neighbors and played with my crazy kids for the next hour while I threw together 2 large salads, not my best recipes ever but with the notice I had I was proud of the finished product, and 6 homemade pizzas.

Brent rescued me an hour later and began cooking up pizza's one by one. We started them off with the salads. I came in 15 minutes later to scoop me up some salad. An elder immediately stopped dishing himself and handed it over to me. There was about 1/4 cup left. Meanwhile Brent and I were delivering pizza after pizza but couldn't keep up. Each pizza disappeared within one minute of bringing it out. We finally got smart and saved a couple pieces in the kitchen before bringing one out. I would deliver one to the table and announce, "Okay, we got a Taco Pizza coming out next" After the fifth one, I announced, "Okay just one more pizza, and it's pepperoni."
Brent and I were a little overworked and hungry at this point, and did some math in the kitchen (they had all had about 6 pieces each, not to mention all our salad) and decided that maybe this pizza wouldn't be going out to the table after all. We would just save this one for US. So a couple minutes before it came out of the oven I went out and got their cookies from the car, dumped them on a platter and brought that out. There is no way they could eat any more pizza and would get full on those cookies and forget all about the last one.

Didn't work. One elder took one look at my huge pile of cookies and said, "Hey, that doesn't look like a pepperoni pizza to me!"

I went in and shared the bad news to Brent. We brought out the last pizza then. . .but took out another slice each first.
Great elders! I love it when my cooking is so well received. It was no big deal, just kinda funny for us cooks in the kitchen. It's not like we need more than a couple slices of pizza anyway.
And we broke out the ice cream as soon as we got them out the door.
See those clean plates. You would've thought that we had starved them or something. It's amazing what you can come up with if you have your food storage.

Meeting Santa

For Caroline it was hard to choose what to do first at the mall last week for the Breakfast at Santa event I signed us up for. Free breakfast, meet Santa, free ice cream cone, or a free carousel ride? I get sick on carousels and usually refuse to go with her, plus I am cheap and usually don't want to pay. So she is savoring this merry moment.
I went along and held Marcus. It wasn't so bad afterall.
What a surprise! The little man LOVES Santa!
And Caroline has loved everyone especially strangers her whole life. . . everyone except Santa. The previous two years she convinces me to take her to see him but always chickens out and won't go near him. It's normal for most kids to be afraid of Santa at this age but surprising for Caroline because she isn't most kids. But last week she was won over by the best Santa ever. He was so good we think he may be the real one. She would not leave Santa alone. She probably gave him 15 hugs. A handful on her turn and the rest of them whenever I turned my back on her. Some kid would be getting their picture taken and in rushes Caroline from behind giving him one more squeeze. So we didn't stay long.

Camille was busy in first grade and missed Santa. I took this picture yesterday just before sacrament meeting. Sunday mornings are too busy to get everyone pretty so we take turns. Camille's day was yesterday.

Ward Nativity Pageant

Savannah was cast as Mary and was thrilled. Until she saw the costumes and decided that a wise man was the best choice. Camille was happy to be a last minute Mary substitute.
Caroline was a real angel with feather wings. She was flitting around having the time 0f her life before the show when she fell and split her lip open, thus the red lip and frown. Isn't the girl with her finger on her nose the cutest star ever?
I don't think our kids will ever be happy with our usual garb of sheets, robes, and towels ever again. Look at the sweet wise man outfit Savannah snatched up.

The procession into the gym heads right by our favorite candy man standing on the right.

Brent was overheard one Sunday morning at our house, talking to his four year old daughter.

"Caroline, that is the last time you are allowed to babysit!" This was after he left her watching Marcus crawl around on our bed. He came into find Marcus screaming on the floor and a bewildered Caroline holding onto an empty pair of pants that he slipped right out of.

Then later (last Sunday) on the way home from church, Brent stopped for a red light and Marcus rolls out of his seat and onto the floor. The poor kids was okay but so confused . . WHAT HAPPENED? That's what I was wondering and was a little upset. Brent was distracted and forgot. This reminded me of the time Brent forgot to buckle 3 year sleeping Camille back into her stroller after we went through airport security. One minute later she was rolling down the escalator in her sleep. A man below ran up and caught her. Then we were so busy arguing about whose fault this catastrophe was (the father for not buckling her in or the mother for tipping the stroller) that we had a hard time taking a break from accusations to comfort our injured Camille.

Camille is sick at home today with the stomach flu, which she caught from Kennon who caught it at a sleepover last weekend. We are just grateful that was all that was going around at the sleepover. It's only the flu. . . not headlice.
I would be more grateful if Kennon could make it to the toilet next time. She got her bed and the bunk beneath her all in one shot the other night.

Kennon was cast as Mazy LaBird and Savannah as Gertrude McFuzz in Seussical, Jr. After all the arguing/tears because both wanted to be Mazy now they both decided that Savannah got the better part. Either way, the musical is going to be a hoot. Gertrude is a shy bird that has issues because her tail feathers are just too small to catch the eye of a elephant. In walks Fancy Mazy with her entourage, flaunting her fancy tail feathers and showing Savannah just how grand she is. The music is wonderful and I am pretty excited to see these two birds on the stage. Our girls have had so many opportunities at this school. I am going to hate to leave it behind after only one more year.

Brent is in his 5th season of dental finals. Only 3 more seasons and hopefully he'll never have to cram his brain full of useless facts again. It hasn't been too bad this time around. He has been for here for dinner every night the last two weeks and even helped cook and clean it up last night. I think his goals have changed the last couple semesters. Just pass. He always comes home and tells me that he got an 85% or an 87%. Then he says, "I studied too hard" I think that's because he could've easily got an 80% and not killed himself and basically it's the same grade. He also was sustained a few weeks ago as Buffalo ward Elder's Quorum President. So far a piece of cake compared to running a ward Relief Society. Maybe the men are just smarter and don't waste their time on so many details. I actually think it's just that they are men and thus don't have to deal with women and all the emotions, insecurites, etc that come with us.

I have a few Christmas festivites to record but I think I will wait to borrow Brent's computer so I can post pictures with it. Fat chance I 'll get it during finals. Maybe Santa will remember me and my poor ancient computer this Christmas. :)

Nascar Speed Racer Mile a Minute

I overheard Brent telling Savannah, "Sometimes your mother spends over an hour on a single paragraph when she is on her blog!" I didn't like that comment one bit.

So I sat down now with only 15 minutes to write. It's thursday and in 20 minutes I am off to a night of piano and ballet lessons and hours in the car. It's kind of an experiment, but Sweet Caroline is really messing me up already. She has interrupted me three time in the first two sentences ( and only one minute) to tell me about how her sucker is like lipstick, she found a tag inside Marcus's stocking, and also to beg me to play "Christmas" again with her. . . so and I am having a hard time speed writing and tuning her out at the same time.
The reason why my writing style came up was because Savannah said that she finished her school essay quickly in class the other day and then sat back down at her seat while all the other kids were still just getting started. Her teacher stood up then and announced to the class, "If you are all done with your essay, you should not be proud of yourself. You should be very ashamed!" Savannah is no idiot and being the only one finished she took this as a personal attack. So Brent was explaining that in writing it does help to use the allotted time and try to better your writing, like her mother does.

We have always enjoyed Savannah's class narratives. Anytime she gives us a report she is constantly changing back and forth from Savannah to teacher voice. After she told us about this essay comment she complained that every time she turns her work in or also if she makes one tiny mistake her teacher immediately lets out a "Nascar Speed Racer, Mile a Minute". That's her fourth grade nickname apparently. Brent said next time she says it Savannah should follow it up with a "VROOM, VROOM!" I seriously hope she has the guts to and if her teacher has a negative reaction, I want to hear about it.

This week the two older girls are trying out for the school musical, "Suessical, Jr". They both made call backs last night. Unfortunately Kennon got callbacks for the part that Savannah wanted and we had lots of tears. But after listening to the music as a family we all convinced Savannah that Gertrude McFuzz was just as good, or better, than Mayzie Bird. And we reminded her of all the girls in her class that would love to have a call back and really she should be glad to have a part. Like for instance the daughter of the mother that I talked to while we were waiting to pick up our kids from tryouts. She asked if my kids had been busy practicing, YES, then she said, "And practicing all their dance moves?" Huh? I didn't know there were dance tryouts?
I was a little confused. Savannah and Kennon cleared up the confusion when they told me about her daughter's tryout. While singing her lines she was twisting turning, bending over, swaying . . her mother had worked up an entire routine. I guess it was pretty funny and maybe a hair over the top. (Caroline just asked me about PBS kids and now the TV is on. . Why didn't I think of that? Without a TV a four year old girl never stops talking!) We are all pretty excited about the musical and I'm crossing my fingers that they both have a good part and this is going to be yet another competition between Kennon and Savannah where one has to take the backseat. It's tough for the two of them. Almost like they are twins, really.

Caroline is always talking but still talks like a kid, not one that will be in school next year. Like just now she told me, "Yes, it sure diz". When Caroline is talking Diz is Does. It's totally my fault. I hardly ever correct her. So I am bad parent or grammer teacher but from experience I know that all kids grow out of the speech problems way too quickly and I always miss the good old baby talk days. What would I give to hear 1st grade Savannah try to tell the lady on the airplane what grade she was in again? "So what grade are you in?" " Foorst" With surprise, "Fourth?" Then a angry Savannah, "NO, FIIIIIIST!" "Fifth?" This went on for a while. Till I finally stopped laughing in front of them and turned around and said, "FIRST".

So there is my NASCAR speed racer, mile a minute post. . .And I even spellchecked. And forst and diz are definitely not words according to this machine. But so cute!

Kennon took this picture of us sometime after 8 p.m. on Brent's last day of school this week while the kids were all running around. When we were first married this used to happen all the time. We would fall asleep on the couch and then have to drag ourselves to bed. It's bad enough to have to get yourself to bed when you are dead tired. So definitely don't sit down and get too cozy unless you have your five kids in bed. Then not only do you have to make it all the way upstairs to bed but you also have to brush teeth, drag kids in to their room and and tuck them in.
But it 's way more common to be lingering on our couch recently since this took center stage in our house. We are all hanging out down there a lot. . . now it's the best place to get warm.
I am just posting this picture for two reasons. First because I wonder if you are counting up like I am how many blogs you have seen this same shirt Marcus is wearing in the last week. For me this is # 5. Many us of apparently can't resist a Target shirt that gets down to $1.75.
I also wanted to point out Marcus's shoes. I have been going crazy this winter trying to keep socks and shoes on the kid. It is freezing on our wood floors and having something on his feet is a necessity. But he pulls or kicks off anything I put on him. And everywhere I go I am dropping shoes and socks when I carry him. I just couldn't handle it.
A couple weeks ago I picked up this pair at Old Navy because they had an ankle strap that looked promising. Brent added some extra security above that by poking a couple holes and adding shoelaces he cut off the ends of his boots.
Now they never come off. Unless I am lazy and neglect to tie the square knot I was instructed to tie. These little shoes are going to save my sanity this winter. Thank you husband!
The girls were really frusterated the night of this picture. They kept building domino towers, only to have Marcus knock them over. Kennon repeatedly picked him up and hauled him out of the room and they would have about 15 seconds before he made it back on all fours to plow them over. He is getting pretty fast.

Just the 7 of us

Twelve years and we finally pulled off our very own thanksgiving feast for the first time EVER. Here's Brent starting off the feast. After his big bite he announced that we are starting up a new family tradition. Then he passed the drumstick around the table and we each had a bite. I am all about starting up family traditions for the holidays, But. . .

This one? . . . . it's a little ridiculous! As usual though, I went along with his idea.Caroline likes all of daddy's ideas.

Marcus likes a good chicken bone, too although, he was sick all thanksgiving day. Refused to nap, had a fever, and cried all day. This is about the only time he wasn't crying yesterday.
Fortunately I am a supermom and planned ahead so I was able to hold him all morning and still pull off the perfect meal. Brent showed up at the last second fresh from his turkey bowl and also put in his two cents on meal preparation so I couldn't take all the credit.
I say Perfect because I successfully prepared all the Fielding Family Traditionals complete with the Cauliflower and Cheese Dish and the Yams with Marshmallows. Mmmmmm..... but I think I am the only one at the table to fully appreciate this perfect combo yesterday.

I am also the only one who even touched the cranberry sauce. Sometimes I feel like I cook just for me. I guess it wasn't exactly a true Fielding meal because we only had one salad, and two different kinds of pies. For a true Fielding thanksgiving you need three dinner plates. One for the main meal, one for the 6 different salads, and one for the 8 different pies.
But what are ya gonna do when you are cooking for just one family? I thought it was scaling down a hair was appropriate.
We actually were planning on sharing our family feast this year. That's how we ended up with a FREE turkey. We invited 2 INDIANS in our ward and I was so excited for the great blog I was going to have. The white men and the Indians together for the feast. They even promised to wear feathers and Brent was going to wear a big belt buckle. And they were bringing a 20 lb. turkey. Caroline has been doing an Indian dance around the house since she heard and kept asking, "When are the Indians coming?" Kennon keeps correcting us all that they are Native Americans according to her fifth grade studies but not according to my indian friend Janice Snyder.
But when I called Wednesday afternoon to confirm they canceled because of a sick son. So, suddenly we were on our own and without a turkey for dinner. But let me tell you Indians, keep their word. My 78 year old indian friend cooked that turkey for us and had it ready for our 2 o'clock feast.
Here is another fielding family tradition. Grandpa Fielding is a jack of all trades, and one of those hobbies is making games for his grand kids. This one is a lot like the game Sorry but a lot more fun. . . unless you are a nice enough daddy to let your 4 year old play. . . then not so fun. But thanks Grandpa. We have entertained many guests with this original game complete with golf tees.

Why can't I. . .

. . . .just post a recipe and call it good? Why go on and on? . . . I Don't Know.

When we first moved the neighborhood kids were over a lot (TOO much) Their parents were working and I was the new town mom still learning the ropes. Sometimes they stayed for dinner.

A 12 year old girl who had eaten with us several times remarked once,

"You guy's eat way different (or in other words way yuckier) than we do."

We were eating navy bean soup at the time.

So I asked her what they ate at her house. She thought for a while and then said,

"Well, mostly just pizza."

Big surprise. That's about all you can find around here. Oh. . .and subs and wings.

First of all my kids love bean soup. But we eat pizza a lot too. I don't dare buy them at any of our neighborHOOD establishments, though. Something about graffiti on the counter, and tattoos and F bombs in the kitchen that ruins my appetite.

We make our own.

We used to do only boring Hawaiian or Cheese and Pepperoni . . .

but lately I've been creative and imitated some of the pizza boxes in the freezer aisle.

Last night. . . GREEK PIZZA!

De- li- ci- ous! Try it at your house.

First, skip the red sauce and mix this up in your blender/food processor.

1/8 c. olive oil

4 garlic cloves

red pepper flakes

italian seasoning

Spread on one crust.

(Be careful when you are chopping up that garlic. I picked Marcus up off my kitchen floor this morning . . Whew! -He had terrible breath. I found a half a clove under his tongue.)

Top with:

Shredded mozzarella

Chopped fresh spinach

Sliced Mushrooms

Sliced Olives

Crumbled Feta Cheese

More Mozzarella

Other yummy additions: pepperocini peppers, red onion, sausage, or cooked chicken

Top with Sliced Tomatoes after baking.

Don't forget the SLICED TOMATOES.

Crust Recipe

Now, the secret to a good homemade pizza is:

Bake on a preheated stone. (Preheated for 1 hour at 500 degrees)

This is a very good way to heat up your freezing buffalo kitchen.

Here's how we do it:

For Two Crusts

Combine in mixer:

3 1/3 c. flour 1/2 tsp. yeast 2 tsp. salt

Add 1 1/2 c. hot water

Knead 10 min in mixer.

Rise about 5 hours. (sometimes I short the rising to more like 2 hours if I have to, but I would recommend making in the morning if you are going to have pizza for dinner.)

Roll (Actually just squish it out with your fingers. This recipe is too sticky to roll) your crust out on parchment paper and slide it right from cutting board to stone right in the oven.

Bake 9-11 minutes.

Other pizza we make/love are Buffalo Chicken Pizza and Taco. Please let me know if you want these easy recipes.

And sorry that I didn't include pictures. I am way too busy during the dinner hour (on patrol -"Stop picking off your spinach, Savannah!") !" to be snapping beautiful pictures for the blog.

Celebrating 7 years with Camille

Camille on her birthday was easy to please.
Just one thing she wanted . . .Mashed Potatoes and Peas
All week she kept reminding me, "Please, please mom. . . PEAS!.

She had two plates full. During her second plate she started choking and I finally convinced her to STOP celebrating.

I don't know how she had room for any potatoes and peas, because of this present she got earlier. . her very own basket of all of her favorites. Beef Stick, Sunny D, oranges, pears, kiwis, strawberries, and raspberries. This little farmer girl at heart was in heaven all day.

I was planning on incorporating this present into family meals. Yeah, right!
I keep finding little green stems around the house. Yesterday she walked around chomping on one end of the giant beef, and while the rest of us ate cornflakes this morning she came out with this pretty plate she had created with HER berries. She is not one of those people who waste half the strawberry cutting off the stem, as you can see.

She loves 1st grade. Her favorite time in class is journal/drawing time. One journal entry this year was accompanied with a picture of Caroline in our tree house with some panties in midair. After deciphering the 1st grade words I realized she was sharing the time Caroline had a treehouse accident and threw the panties off the side.
Now 7, she's finally old enough to join her sisters in ballet. We are working really hard to get her to learn that toes are pointed out, not IN.
Her best friend is still Caroline. They sleep snuggled up together every night and seriously don't fight at all. This is not normal is it? After dealing with all the Kennon/Savannah bedroom drama this is a well deserved break for her parents.