Monday, August 31, 2009
Tortellini with Red Pepper & Peas
1 bag frozen cheese Tortellini (we used 2 small bags)
1-1/2 tsp olive oil
1-1/2 cloves minced garlic
1/2 of a large onion, diced
1/2 of a red bell pepper, diced
1/2 cup frozen peas
1/4 cup white wine
1 cup of half and half (or no-fat milk)
1 cup grated Parmesan cheese
4 fresh basil leaves, chopped
salt & pepper to taste
Start water for tortellini and bring to a boil, add pasta.
Saute garlic & onion in olive oil until tender. Toss in red pepper. Remove veggies from pan.
add wine, and allow to reduce for 1-2 minutes. Add half and half/milk. Gradually whisk in Parmesan. Season with salt, pepper & basil.
Right before the tortellini is done (last two minutes or so), add peas. Drain and put back into pot. Add veggies and sauce to the tortellini and mix to coat. Serve immediately.
Friday, August 28, 2009
It may not look like it by her expression, but Sophia really loved eating spun sugar!
Monday, August 24, 2009
1 cup mayo
Sunday, August 23, 2009
I have to say, she's the cutest mud monster I've ever seen. But then again, I'm probably biased.
Okay, maybe I'm the only one who gets excited about kitschy stuff like this. But I love 'em!
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
*insert Hallelujah Chorus from Handel's "Messiah" here*
Of course there was the standard "stand in front of the house and smile becuase you're HAPPY to go back to school" pose. (Thanks for the new shirts, Aunt Meg!) Miss Sophia had to get in the action too.And off they went.
What you don't see is the rest of the event. It went something like this.
Jonah realized halfway to school that we didn't have his sleep mat for naptime. Meltdown #1. Hubby ran home and got it, and the tears were instantly dried up. Phew.
Then, since the boys are in complete opposite ends of the school, Noah went his way when we got into the parking lot. I bent over to give him a kiss and he said "Mooooom! Someone might see!!" and air-kissed me. Apparently 3rd graders are too cool for goodbye kisses. Sheesh.
Thankfully, bringing Jonah to his class meetup point was uneventful and he all but kicked us out the door. Kindergarteners think they're so big & bad.
I thought we'd made it through pretty much unscathed until we got back to the front door. Sophia cheesed it up for her "skoo pitcher" and then when I said that it was time to go inside she lost it. Meltdown #2. She was crying and saying "No momma...NO! Go back to skoo and I be in kee-go-in wif Shonah!!" Aww crap. I wrestled her into the house because I could feel the neighbors start to peek out their windows to see what the commotion was all about. And yes, I bribed her with chocolate milk.
Hey, I was desperate. Don't judge.
Friday, August 14, 2009
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Monday, August 10, 2009
Thursday, August 6, 2009
I love this shirt. It's comfy, cute, and was on sale. I get compliments on it by random people when I'm out. It's my favorite. But every time I wear it, someone gets injured. The day I debuted it, one of the neighbor boys got hit in the head with a baseball bat and had to have stitches. I got some blood on it from carrying him to his house, and thought that was the end of my shirt. But by some great miracle, the blood came out. I took this as a good sign. But I was wrong. The next time I wore it, the same boy cut his foot and had to go to the ER. I put the shirt away in the closet for awhile and pulled it out a few weeks later when I had absolutely nothing else clean. This time it was Jonah that it affected. He tore all the skin off the tip of his big toe when he was running across the asphalt barefoot. I swore off the shirt yet again. But yesterday I put it on one more time because I was doing the laundry from our weekend trip and it was the first clean thing I grabbed out of the closet. Sure enough, the shirt's evil powers were at work again. Noah took a header off his bicycle and busted up his lip, scraped up his face, and got road rash all over his elbows and knees.
So I don't know what to do. Do I keep wearing the shirt because it makes me feel good, but in turn jinx every child around me when I do? Or do I just let it hang there in my closet waiting to be loved, and save it for a day that I'm sans children? I'm torn, I tell you. Torn.
My dear sweet Bad Luck shirt, why must you cause so much turmoil?
* No matter what time of day, there is ALWAYS some sort of construction in Georgia. Never fails.
* Jacksonville. In the rain. 'Nuff said.
* Idiots who think that they need their left turn signal to merge right. I saw this more than once.
*Getting off at an exit because you think the gas price is really great, filling up, and then realizing that the exit a couple miles down has gas for 16 cents cheaper.
*People who come flying up on your butt in the fast lane and when you let them pass and get back behind them, they slow down.
*Kamikaze birds that think your windshield will make the perfect tool for committing suicide.