Archive | July, 2010

Making and doing

30 Jul

There has been some making and doing going on. Not much since the Hubby started doing nights, but some. I just can’t get my a*se off of the couch when I come down after putting the Turtle to bed. One solution would be not to come down (the sewing room! is upstairs). But if I don’t come down there’ll be bits of cheese and pasta and whatnot all over the table and the floor. Dishes will be piled up. And the kitchen will be smelly. Smellier.

Then I wonder what to make. The thought of making something for myself is overwhelming. Acres of fabric. Patterns. Blah. And the Turtle has enough clothes for ten kids. I could change him 3 times a day and not do any laundry for two weeks and still not panic (much) about what to put on him.

So I need to get my thinking hat on. And stop being overwhelmed by the thought of cutting up my little stash of fabric.

In the meantime, here is what I have been at. A little show and tell, if you will.

Another meal plan

29 Jul

I didn’t do one at all last week. And if you pressed me I wouldn’t be able to tell you what we ate. Chicken, probably. Curry, likely. Other than that, not a clue.

Must do better.

I had notions of telling you how we got on with the new recipes we had tried. But I have kind of forgotten. Here’s what I remember:

Friday: Chicken stirfry with rice – no idea. None.

Saturday: Sausage and pasta – God but I’m sick of this. I’m not going near another sausage again. I feel like I’m always eating this. I can’t be though, can I? I know I didn’t eat it last week. The Turtle didn’t either.

Sunday: Gyoza (Japanese style wontons) – According to the Hubby “the best thing you make”, thanks for that! It takes ages though. My folding skills are under par.

Monday: Crockpot chicken, green peppers and onions with egg noodles – tasted good but it was awfully greasy. The Turtle would have nothing to do with it. Nothing.

Tuesday: Spaghetti bolognese – a firm favourite with the boys. I’m not really a fan.

Wednesday: Sesame chicken and leek with rice – deliciousness.

Thursday: Pork satay – I had the wrong kind of curry paste. I sent the hubby to the shop with the Turtle and received a panicked call “Where is it? The Turtle is crying. He wants birthday cake. There are no staff in the shop” … hrrmmm. I sent him to a different shop by himself later that evening. He found it. But apparently it was an unreasonable thing to request from the shop. Delicious, nonetheless. And now that we have all the ingredients, making it will be easier for all concerned. Especially me.

Ok, on to this “week’s” plan. It’s not really a week. I have planned as far as the Hubby’s next four day break. Humph!

Wednesday: Tri-tip (so, so good. And easy, if a little expensive).

Thursday: Moroccan fish a la Jamie Oliver (I got his Food Revolution book for myself out of a gift token from the ILs. Liking it so far.)

Friday: Lemon chicken (love it)

Saturday:Spaghetti bolognese (a winner with the other two)

Sunday: Gyoza (the Hubby will be here to wrangle while I practice putting these together with ever increasing speed! Hahahaha. They are good though, and cheap to make. Yum!)

Monday: Lasagne (Hubby loves it. Every time I make it the white sauce turns out like wallpaper paste. Not this time though. Ahem.)

Tuesday: Salmon and green beans (I noticed we eat a lot of meat. Then again, wandering around the supermarkets here you would never think we were on the edge of the ocean or that the oceans were being fished dry.)

Wednesday: Chili (because I like it and we haven’t eaten enough minced meat this week! Although I can’t find red chilis anywhere. What’s with that?)

Thursday: Pork and noodles

And that’s it. Subject to change due to the whims and temperamentality (No I don’t care that this is not a word!) of  the chef.

Anyone for pizza? They deliver . . .

A dragon and a spider

28 Jul

A trip to the Home Depot. $20 on bedding plants. An hour of digging in the muck. And order has been restored. Mostly. Til next time.

So we’ve been taking advantage of the prevailing good humour by crafting.

Or plotting it, which takes at least twice as long as the actual event.

A two year old’s attention span combined with bad planning can sometimes lead to a non event. I always forget something. Always.

Anyway, there has been a recent obsession with a particular episode of Thomas in this house, Thomas and the Dragon. It feels like it’s always on. It’s not, it just feels as though it is. So I decided we should make a dragon. It’s a Chinese dragon (Sodor is, apparently, a culturally diverse place). So I got a packet of randomness from Walmart – pom poms, pipe cleaners and googly eyes in spectacularly garish colours. We had paper plates and glue in the cupboard, and an egg carton. So we were off.

What I forgot was that a small boy doesn’t have the patience to wait for glue to dry. And that my one likes to taste everything. At least twice. If not three times. So much licking was done of the glue covered pom poms. Hrmmmm. Then there was the impatience as we waited for the glue to dry.

So we made a spider. And only involved the glue for the sticking down of the eyes. I cut holes in the paper plate and we threaded the pipe cleaners through for the legs. Then the Turtle decorated it with Spiderman stickers. I mean what could be more appropriate? And for educational value, we sang “Itsy bitsy Spider”.

A whale of a time was had by all.Especially these two:

They are now hanging on the window, warding off burglars.

In the spirit of honesty, he actually had the most fun trying to make hats for his trains out of the bits of egg box. He spent ages at that. If not for that and the stickers, the whole thing would have been a bust.

“Not for me” he says, “I still would have gotten to eat glue and fuzzy things. Thanks Mammy”

So tiiiired

26 Jul

I have a few posts in my head about the crafting we have been doing and food and sewing and randomness. But I’m just so tired. So I’ll have a bit of a moan instead. The Hubby is working nights now you see. Intermingled with days. Theoretically he should have 4 days off after every 4 day stretch of work. Theoretically. He finished work at 6am this morning and has today and tomorrow off, and will be back at work at 5am on Wednesday morning. This means we will have a maximum of 11 hours together awake on his two days off. 24 hours or so in 12 days. I worked it out. I probably shouldn’t have.

The Turtle is confused, crying for Daddy what seems like all of the time, but obviously can’t be. Can it? His nights are unsettled and I can’t sleep properly because there’s no one here to answer his calls if I don’t. This is best demonstrated by the events of the other night. I heard him call me, and took a bit longer than I obviously should have in getting up (the Hubby has longer legs and gets there faster). In the extra minute or so it took me to get up, the Turtle managed to get out of bed and try to open the door to his room. Instead, he locked himself in there. Locked himself in there. At 1 o’clock in the morning. When the two of us are the only ones in the house. And no key for the door exists. And the hubby can’t bring his phone to work, because it’s a vault. And I don’t know the number for the watch. Panic, panic, panic. After ten of the longest minutes of my life, trying to kick down the door (who was I kidding?), listening to him cry and cry, shouting for Mammy, the Turtle managed to unlock the door again. My heart. We spent the rest of the night in my bed. I was waiting for my heartbeat to slow down, he was out like a light.

The handle has been removed from the door.

So with exciting nights like that and days of what is essentially drudgery it’s taking all of my energy just to be.

I thought that the Hubby did shag all around the house. I may have been wrong.

The trouble is, once we get used to things, the schedule changes.

It could be worse, he could be deployed. Then he wouldn’t be here at all. But he’s here (and awake) so little that it’s a bit of a tease.

It will get better, won’t it?

The first curse…

23 Jul

I have a pile of “Your baby’s first …” books. All sitting empty. Doing nothing, except making me feel guilty about not having filled them in. And forgetting the pertinent details. But this one, the first curse, sure that couldn’t go unrecorded. That’s an important one. But there’s no section in any of the books…

So yesterday, I heard “Poo in the potty Mammy, quick, quick”. I rushed over, whipped off the pull up and plopped him n the pot. There was a little pellet of poop in the pull up, so I praised him up and down for telling me in time. “You’re a great boy” etc etc. He interrupted me mid flow. “No Mammy” he said “There’s a big sh*te there”, pointing to what could only be described as “a big sh*te” that I had stepped in.

Ah, the glamour of being a mother.

A mother who, it would seem, has inadvertently taught her son “a bad word”. Because he said “sh*te” the way his Irish mother would say it, not “sh*t” the way his American father would say it. Ahem.

I’m taking heart in the fact that it wasn’t an expletive. Just “a bad word”.

Just.

Ahem.

On the night you were born…

19 Jul

Have you heard of this book?

Every child should have it.

Every child.

I got a copy for the Turtle for his birthday, and it brings a tear to my eye every time I read it. It brings a tear to the hubby’s eye when he hears me read it (but don’t tell him I told you).

Love it. Love it. Love it.

Meal Plan

18 Jul

Mummy Mad over at the Madhouse shared her meal plan this week. It made me think I should too – to encourage you. Because I’m a bit stuck. I have been trying incorporate at least one new recipe a week, after complaints that I cook “nothing but potatoes and curry”. “Humph!” she says, vaguely aware of a tinge of truth in that accusation. I love curry! And, when faced with the task of preparing proper, grown up meals, I struggle when potatoes are not involved. That was what my mother cooked. It wasn’t dinner if there were no potatoes.

So I got some cookbooks. I have a Chinese one, a stirfry one, a pasta one and a crockpot one. And there are some winners in there. Lemon chicken, for example. Still though, usually I only have 90% of the ingredients. The other 10% make me scratch my head. Even when I put them on the list I can’t always find them. Or I forget all about them and don’t even see them on the list when I am at the shop. Our local supermarket confuses me. It’s like being in a foreign country – yes I am aware that I live in a foreign country, but this is like a “proper” foreign country. The majority of signs and packages are in both Spanish and English. There are any number of things I can’t identify and others I wish I knew what to do with (Cactus, anyone?). So the supermarket makes me confused.

On top of that, now that the hubby is working shifts I have to factor in things that are quick (when he’s working nights), look appetizing and don’t go weird when reheated (odd personal vanity – don’t want people thinking I cook slop).

Then there’s the Turtle, who won’t really eat anything sloppy or stew-like, is hit and miss with everything else and only really thanks me for plain rice or pasta with cheese.

So here’s last week’s plan:

Friday: Chicken stirfry with rice

Saturday: Sausage and pasta

Sunday: Gyoza (Japanese style wontons)

Monday: Crockpot chicken, green peppers and onions with egg noodles

Tuesday: Spaghetti bolognese

Wednesday: Sesame chicken and leek with rice

Thursday: Pork satay

Friday: Sushi (out)

This week, well, I haven’t even thought about it yet. I’ll have to sit down with my cookery books and have a good peruse. Unless you come up trumps?

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