Nothing much to say. Samuel asked for strawberries on pasta tonight for dinner. Needless to say, I was making chicken noodle soup which he enjoyed eating anyway. Too bad the strawberries are out of season.
Took Mikey on a Mommy-Mikey date to Aldi tonight. "We's po' seminary students" as my friend Kelly says. Date night at Aldi is livin' high on the hog. (Wonder where that phrase originated...) Or as my friend Mer says, "A spending binge for [seminary students or folks trying to make ends meet and feed their kids] is when you buy the extra large bag of tater tots at Aldi!"
Wish spell check would stop telling me Aldi is misspelled. I know it's not. Aldi, Aldi, Aldi.
Aldi, the stock-up store.
p.s. Thanks, Wiki! That totally makes sense. (Etymology of "high on the hog":An allusion to the best and costliest cuts of meat from a hog, considered to be parts above the belly such as the loin.)

I Didn't Know My Husband Has a Blog!

...Well, his blog only has two postings, much like mine to date. (Of course his posts are about his personal thoughts and ideas on current American politics, while mine are about...dessert, potty-training, pyrotechnics, mental health and the like.) It kind of made Chris seem somewhat mysterious to me to find this out, like when we were dating nine years ago and we were just getting to know each other. We easily amuse each other/ easily find the other amusing. I think it is mainly because we have three beautiful children under the age of four and are thus sleep deprived. (Think: seeing things sleep-deprived. And on the verge of cracking sleep-deprived. Sigh.)
He is sleeping at the other end of the couch with my feet in his lap as I write. I had been looking for a recipe for ooey gooey butter bars just like Mom used to make~ when upon finding it on one of those "I-heart-butter-Southern-cooking-caramelized-everything-with-some-mo-butter-on-the-side" sites~ was saddened by the fact that I have few of the necessary ingredients on hand to make the ooey gooey butter bars. How can this be?
The sad fate of dessert-from-scratch-wanton housewives everywhere who do not have the necessary ingredients on hand, is that we are also too weary at the end of the day to make a special trip to the grocery store to pick up a few nutritiously questionable ingredients. (In my case: a yellow cake mix, corn syrup, sweetened condensed milk~ hence the words ooey gooey in recipe title.)
Chris has now moved from the couch to the floor and is asleep again.
Post.

Wondering at nearly one in the morning if it's time to start up the blogging once again...hmmmmm. Nope, think it's just time to go to bed now. Nothing much to post except that spring is coming and I will (gasp!) be taking walks outside again soon with Sam and Michael. And the sun won't set before Chris gets home from work. Sick amounts of facebooking and "sanity Target trips" during the day will almost become obsolete---atleast that's what I keep telling myself. At any rate, it can't be winter forever, that's like Narnia.

why the early morning fireworks?

the last entry from January (pre-hospitalization, when I was a virtual insomniac and blogging seemed like another good thing to do instead of sleeping...) didn't show up, so maybe it will work this time. otherwise my husband will school this techie wannabe.
Greetings to loved ones near and far. This past Sunday, the first of July, Samuel celebrated his first birthday and was dedicated at First Free. Our parents were able to come for the celebrations, but Tante Randi fell prey to some awful food poisoning (there is no other kind) and stayed home in MN to recover. It will not be one of those things we laugh at looking back for a while, she felt really miserable and we missed her a lot.
So my burning question for the day is... "Who are these people that are setting off fireworks at 8am the third of July?" Are they calling in sick to do this? Are they just extraordinarily patriotic? (because this has been going on since the middle of June) Are they pyromaniacs? It's 8AM, folks.
(but while you're at it, could you please take out one of those squirrels that ate my daffodil bulbs, the ones in cahoots that peed on Duane and Amy's potted flowers in Logan Square, and please, please--- all those nasty pigeons that mate loudly with all the other nasty pigeons outside our living room at 6am? thanks.)