Busy Week

A dish I made: Chicken Stir Fry.
Chicken chunks+Veg+ mix of garlic, soy sauce, ginger, cornstarch, chicken broth.

A dish I want to make: Cheeseburger Mac and Cheese (from Noodles).  Noodles+Burger+Bacon+green onions+tomatoes+Cheese. 

 When you need a moment to make either of the above dishes, take out the box of little plastic creatures and the muffin tins and put them on the floor.  The kiddos LOVE to put the animals in different slots.  I don't know really why this is fun, but they love it.

Thrifting/Charity Shopping

My sister used to call me Bernice...

Bernice was a woman who wandered the streets of my small hometown, looking for soda cans to return (you get 10 cents for each one) and dressed like she was homeless.  I don't think she really was, and as kids, there were lots of rumors and stories about her actually being rich.  In any case, my sister used to call me Bernice because I loved to go to resale/thrift/charity shops and look for cool stuff.  

I love how you can find a one-of-a-kind item.  I love how you are saving that thing from the landfill.  I love someone's old crap.  I really do.  One Saturday, I REALLY needed some time to myself, so I wandered from shop to shop and I found some great things! 

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I bought this for $10 and use it almost daily!

 

Taking a rest in a cute and comfy rocker.

Not my cup of tea, but really good.

And I have been looking for a scalloped cake plate...

The whole outfit was 4 dollars! Can you believe it?

Underestimating: a Parenting Lesson

My sweet boy isn't what you call an adventure seeker.  He has always played it safe, and even at 6, seems like he has just started to have a little independence with new experiences.  He also had NO interest in the Nickelodeon theme park that is at the nearby Mall of America.  (That might be from the traumatizing ride on the log ride with Daddy in the past....)  I love my gentle boy.

 All that been said, I wasn't sure how the latest trip to go skiing/snowboarding was going to end up.  I was surprised--he LOVED it!  Not only did he love it, but he even bragged a little about how I fell more often than he did.  I am so proud of him.  (I also learned a little lesson of my own :))

While Paul gave Tate his first ski lesson, Soleil sat in her sled, watching all the people.  We took a cocoa break and she played in the lodge. (I did get one run in, and wow....since I haven't snowboarded since Tate was born, I practically rolled down the hill.)

It was a great day!