The family. We are a little band of characters trudging through life, sharing diseases and toothpaste, coveting one another's desserts, hiding shampoo, borrowing money, locking each other out of our rooms, inflicting pain and kissing to heal it in the same instant, loving, laughing, defending, and trying to figure out the common thread that binds us all together.
Friday, September 18, 2009
For the Record
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Our New And Tiny Baby
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Fall Recipes
- 1 lb spaghetti noodles
- 2 Tablespoons extra virgin olive oil
- 1 onion, finely chopped
- 1 lb ground beef
- 1/2 teaspoon salt
- 1/4 teaspoon pepper
- 1/4 teaspoon Lawry’s garlic salt
- 26 oz jar of your favorite pasta sauce
- 10 fresh basil leaves stacked, rolled and thinly sliced (chiffonade)
- 1/4 Cup fresh grated parmesan cheese
- 1 Cup shredded cheddar or mozzarella cheese
- 2 Tablespoons extra virgin olive oil
- 1/4-1/2 teaspoon Lawry's Garlic Salt
- 1 roll Pillsbury French Bread Loaf
1. Preheat oven to 350 degrees F. Cook pasta according to package directions, drain and set aside.
2. Heat oil in large skillet over medium heat. Saute onions for 5 minutes then add beef, salt, pepper and garlic salt to brown, about 7-9 minutes. Reduce heat to low then stir in sauce, basil leaves and cooked pasta.
3. Open French Bread and unroll it to rectangle. With a knife cut it in 2 equal parts. Take one piece and press into the bottom of a well greased springform pan pressing up the sides slightly. Bake for 10 minutes then remove from oven. Transfer approximately 3/4 of the spaghetti into the pan (or fill about 3/4 way to the top of pan) (save leftover spaghetti for later). Sprinkle top with parmesan and cheddar cheese. Take remaining piece of dough and place it over top of spaghetti trying to cover entire surface. Brush olive oil over top of dough then sprinkle with garlic salt. Bake for 20-25 minutes or until bread is just golden brown.
Let cool for 10-15 minutes before slicing. Enjoy!
Sunday, September 6, 2009
39 Things Every Mom Should Know
Saturday, September 5, 2009
Today was a Hanover get-together...a celebration of our new Baby Elise (Anna and Brent's little girl) and Baby Ty (Jamie and Winston's new little man), and of Jessica's recent nuptials. To my Hanover friends, I say this: I am sorry that I lied to you all today. You know that champagne cocktail I had? I wasn't drinking it. I was pouring it back into the pitcher when you weren't looking. Even when I acted like I was drinking it, it was just hitting a closed mouth. The other "drink" that I had was just Diet Mt. Dew. It's still very, very early in the pregnancy; I wasn't ready to share my news yet. Besides, it wasn't my day. I hope you all can understand. Surprise!
Aside from that, I feel pretty good. A little nauseated from time to time; perhaps just a smidge more than when I was pregnant with Patrick. From my calculations, I am no more than 5-6 weeks along. However, I have already started to form a tiny baby bump. Is this normal with subsequent pregancies? I feel like I look like I did when I was 12-13 weeks with Patrick. It's exciting to start to "show" early, but it also means that I'll have to share my news a little earlier than I thought.
We go to the doctor on the 15th for our first U/S; a confirmation of pregnancy. I'm praying to see a heartbeat. I'm still so excited that I can barely believe it. We're going to have a really busy next couple of years. Adam and I are both putting in quite a bit of time trying to put together our life; setting it up for the future. I'm in school again and managing two full-time jobs (motherhood and my paid position, simultaneously) and Adam puts in crazy overtime at work, trying to make a name for himself Adding one more child to the mix is going to make our balance of family time a delicate one. However, I feel like it's worth the risk of having our plate too full; we can handle it. I know that we can. I cannot wait for what's in store for us.
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