Tuesday, December 23, 2008

(for the third candle)

22. At least once, grow a flower garden.
23. At least once, grow food.
24. Whenever possible, use fresh herbs, not dried.

25. Know how to set a table.

26. Be economically prudent all over the kitchen, but own the best kitchen knives you can afford.

27. Be mindful of nutrition. Eat healthfully.
28. Don’t hesitate to indulge when the occasion warrants indulgence.

29. Don’t forget to take a vitamin.

30. Take the time at least occasionally to bake from scratch.

31. Knead your bread dough thoroughly. While kneading, take a moment to close your eyes. And keep kneading.

32. Make hot chocolate from chocolate and milk. Don’t make it from powders, except when you really need some hot chocolate fast. (There will be days like that.)

33. Try to be a glass-half-full person.
34. There will always be glass-half-empty days. Remember that sometimes hot chocolate helps.

35. Have a favorite mug. Strong, deep ones that feel best being held by two hands are the most comforting type.
36. Have a favorite pair of pajama pants. Pin It

Rise AND! Shine AND! Show us your glory, glory

I was trying to sleep just a few more seconds by nursing L in bed. The room was dark and quiet. Deluded, I was drifting…
E wanted to snuggle so she was nestled right up against my backside. Every time I neared sleep again, she would talk.

Mama! Look! I’m whispering because we didn’t wake up yet! she stage whispered.

Mama, when we wake up, is it school today?

And my favorite: Mama! Let’s sleep! as she snuggled in impossibly closer to my spinal column, making her favorite faux-sleeping noises. Mmmm, sleep…Mmm, we’re sleeping, Mama!...Mmmm, good night, sweet dreams….

By the time she finally was settled and quiet: I was awake. Downstairs, we could faintly hear her father opening cabinets and drawers, maybe reaching into the dishwasher, maybe grabbing a cutting board from the rack. He was making everybody’s lunch for the day. Much closer, I heard a loud rumble. E’s stomach was growing. Hesitant to break the chatterless air, I quietly asked, “sweetie, are you hungry?” And so excited for the invitation to resume speech, E yelled enthusiastically, YES! I asked her if she wanted to get some food and she yelled APPLESAUCE!

She clamored out of bed and away from me so quickly that my body weight shifted, eliciting an indignant squawk from the temporarily deprived younger member of the Desperately Hungry Duo. The First Desperado ran down the stairs and I heard her eagerly engage her father with her one-and-only sound effect: equally useful for imitation motorcycle navigation and exaggerated starvation.

Daddy!! Mama said I can have food because she heard my belly say BBBBRRRRRRR! So can I have applesauce?

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