Discovered what is Germaphobic-Worthy

I am a germ freak. I use my right hand to answer the phone, pull weeds, open doors, etc. so that my dominant left hand can be "germ-free" if I need to eat or write something. I'm a freak I know. Unfortunately, I have passed this trait on to some of my children and not so well to others that SHOULD be afraid.

Case in point: We took the kids to the Pioneer Museum today. BB, as usual, refused to hold his younger sister's hand as we walked along the busy downtown road. After yelling at him that it was his sister, and he better hold her hand or I'd make him put his arm around her, he relented. This is the boy that I am trying to break of the habit of washing his hands with his pants down because he doesn't want to get toilet germs on his zipper.

We had an enjoyable time at the museum, and happened to be there for the anniversary party of the Daughters of Utah Pioneers. They were having cake, treats and punch for all the visitors. I allowed each of my kids to get a little loaf cake and sit on the steps to eat. BB was acting goofy and I asked him what he was giggling about. He said that he had dropped his cake twice and picked it back up. He was eating it again.

With raised brow, I asked how he could eat cake off a public museum floor but couldn't manage to hold his sister's hand? He had no answer, and I am sad to say, I still kinda get it.

Made Broiled fish

Looking ahead and trying to get my kids into a reverent mindset, I wanted to have an Easter dinner. I read that the Savior asked for something to eat to prove to the apostles that he was not a ghost. They gave him broiled fish and honeycomb. I couldn't find honeycomb, but bought some fresh salmon.

I sliced some bread to dip in olive oil and vinegar, and opened a can of olives. I read the last chapter in Luke where he gives the account of the Savior visiting the apostles. The girls all whined about the fish. The boy whined about the olives.

I told them that we were going to have a biblical dinner. It was either this or what John the Baptist ate. I'm glad they stopped complaining because I didn't want locusts and honey for dinner.

3 Things

1- The Sacrament
2- kids who are grateful for the presents they got
3- kids who are more excited about what they are giving than getting

Celebrated the Birth of Our Savior

Yes, I know it's not Christmas. But for our family it was- Nativity set, presents, excited children getting up at 5:30.

I don't believe that Christ was born in December. If you wonder why, call or email some time. It has something to do with sheep, mud and taxes.

It was really nice. The kids seemed so happy and it was a beautiful spring day. My favorite part was sitting around the manger as the kids were waking up to the "Hallelujah Chorus" and gathering around together. As the song finished, we stared at this life-size newborn baby doll in the manger. I don't know why, but I had never thought of Jesus as I looked at a helpless new baby. There's baby, and there's JESUS, the Messiah. It was surreal when I looked at that baby and imagined I was one of the shepherds. I cried at the awe of the beautiful moment that must have been. How simple. A loving mother and her husband. A barn. A baby. Straw. And a fulfilled prophesy that would change life (and death) for everyone, everywhere. Hallelujah!

3 Things

1- that the oven worked
2- warm bread out of the oven
3- goofy school plays where you are so proud of your kids- and other people's kids too

Made Authentic "Finger-Hole" Bread

I dedicated today to making this bread to put into family gift baskets for Easter. It's pretty easy, I don't know what took me so long to try it out.

First you mix the milk, water and yeast. Add salt, flour and honey. Mix. Then after it rises in the bowl, you separate and put it into the pans to rise.

While the loaves are rising, now HERE IS THE TOUGH PART:

Leave them on a warming oven and take your fussy infant out of the room. Forget to threaten your 3-year-old. Come back into the kitchen and notice your wonderfully created Authentic "Finger-Hole" bread- all ready to put into the oven. Viola!

If you have mixing skills and a mischievous 3-year-old, you too can make this rare delicacy. It's almost as much in-demand as Kopi Luwak coffee (It's coffee made from beans that were pooped out by a monkey.) http://www.thecoffeecritic.com/fusion3/html/kopi.shtml




Ahhhh, a nice quiet morning with a cup of poop coffee and finger-hole bread. The best part of waking up....

3 Things I am Grateful For

1- family that drives way out of their way, at dinner time, with 4 kids, just to show my daughter that they care
2- just-out-of-the-oven bread
3- good night kisses from uninhibited kiddles

3 Things

1- cards in the mail
2- hearing my friend's laugh that I've missed for 11 years
3- Google

Skipped to Bed

When Daddy is home at bed time, the kids all get "Rocket Rides". I can barely heft the 21-pound 8-month-old, let alone lift any of the older kids and "fly" them around the room, down the hall and to bed.

Three-year-old BBG got ready for bed, and I thought she was going to ask for a Rocket Ride from me, since dad wasn't home yet. Instead I got a big kiss and the following request, "Can you skip me to bed?"

Now I can do THAT! "Sure!" And we skipped her to bed, and she slept happily ever after.

Learned a new Anatomy term

I was raised to use polite words for things. Not "pregnant", but "expecting". Not "breastfeeding", but "nursing". You get the idea.

With my kids, I have just always used the word "bum" to describe the area covered by underwear. That goes for the whole area. Then if a child tells me that their bum hurts, which every kids does, I narrow down the problem by asking a follow-up question, "Front or back?"

This seemed specific enough for the problem at hand, until my son realized that he had front, back and a "hose". Which required different attention and altogether different alarm. And, no, that is not the new Anatomy term.

Tonight I get this: "Mom I think there's something wrong with my "Pee Emitter"."

I laughed so hard that my pee emitter malfunctioned.