Monday, August 30, 2010
My bump, my bump, my bump, my bump, my bump
My bump, my bump, my bump, my lovely baby lump
Check it out
Teaching him a sense of humor? Or creating psychological damage? Well, he seems to enjoy the little tune as of right now, and by the time he is a brooding teenager, the birthmark will be long gone. So, I suppose, no harm done.
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Recently I've caught myself watching runners, with their seemingly effortless sprints through the air, with longing. They make it look so uncomplicated, so enjoyable, so freeing. And so, in May I decided it was my turn to join in on the delight that is running and began training to run a 5k.
I started running just once a week. On my day off work, I dropped the boys off at the fitness center daycare and spent the next hour thumping around the track, red-faced, sweaty and heavily-breathing, anxiously gazing at the elliptical machine each time I passed it, wondering why I was putting myself through such torture. Running was not turning out to be as joyful as everyone else made it seem. However, I stuck with it, gradually improving my frequency, pace and stamina. The work has proven slow, very slow. I do not glide in long beautiful strides. Instead, each step is awkward and labored. And I am not fast. In fact, there is a 60 year old man who runs the track every afternoon, who I can not, for the life of me, keep up with. The training has been hard on my body. My legs cramp frequently, and my feet hurt. This evening I'm pretty sure I bruised my heel. (I have heard the impact is much less severe with running shoes; I am hoping to have to funds to purchase a pair soon.) Yet, sometime during the last few months, my obligation to follow through with my goal has turned into desire. I have found that I actually enjoy running! I like taking a break from the stresses of life. I like moving my body and feeling its strength. I feel a compulsion to go for a run whenever the chance presents itself. It seems I have finally experienced what makes those runners I watched look so energized and free - a runner's high.
I still have a ways to go until I am able to reach my goal of running a 5k. I'm not entirely sure when I will get to that point. In the mean time, I plan to enjoy the journey.
So as I pull my hair back into a pony tail, tie up the laces on my shoes and pop in the ear buds of my iPod, the question comes rushing back to me. To run, or not to run? I resoundly answer, to run!
Monday, August 23, 2010
A clean kitchen sink. The dishes are one chore I am almost always on top of.
Toddler art displayed on the refrigerator. (I could also photograph several walls that currently bare Palmer's artistic mark.) Palmer and I spend many a mornings playing games online at PBS kids and Playhouse Disney, each session ending in him choosing a picture to print and color.
A freshly painted frontroom accent wall and an uncovered mantle. We finally took down the very, very ugly, and 70's dated cork board that was above our fireplace. We plastered and painted, and then subsequently ran out of money for the mantle.
This week's dinner menu: sloppy joes and dill pickle potato salad, chicken articoke pesto pizza, cranberry apple pork roast with mashed potatoes and green beans, chicken taco casserole with spanish rice and black beans, orange sesame pork chops with teriaki whole wheat noodles, tuna noodle casserole with peas, Belgian waffles with sausage links
This week's dessert: lemonade pie
Thursday, August 19, 2010
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Monday, August 16, 2010
Chinese Lemon Chicken
5 pounds boneless chicken breasts
5 tablespoons soy sauce
2 1/2 teaspoons salt
1/4 cup + 1 tablespoon cornstarch, divided
1/2 teaspoon baking powder
1 cup Chicken broth
1/3 cup sugar
1 tablespoon lemon juice
1 teaspoon salt
Marinated chicken in soy sauce and salt. Combine eggs, 1/4 cup cornstarch, and baking powder to make a batter; dip chicken into batter and deep fry. In a saucepan, combine the chicken broth, sugar, lemon juice, salt, and cornstarch; cook, stirring frequently, until thickened and clear. Pour sauce over chicken and garnish with lemon slices.
Sunday, August 8, 2010
Palmer while pointing at a duck at Sugarhouse Park: "Donald Duck!"
Greg: "Palmer do you have ADHD?"
Palmer: "No, I have cheese."
Palmer while reaching for another handful of pull-apart monkey bread: "I want more monkey."
Lera: "Palmer, what do you want for breakfast this morning?"
Palmer: "Ummm... dinner."
Palmer while pointing to a dark spot on our hardwood floor: "Dada pooped!"
1 tablespoon active dry yeast
1 teaspoon sugar
2 tablespoons vegetable oil
1 cup warm water
1 teaspoon salt
2 1/2 cups flour
Dissolve yeast in warm water. Stir in sugar, oil, flour and add salt on top. Beat 20 strokes. Let rise 15 minutes. Spread dough on pizza pan. Add toppings and bake at 400 degrees for 20 minutes.