All I can say is TGIF

Thank goodness it is Friday, because I've had one heck of a week. You know, one of those weeks where you are so sleep deprived by the end of it that you don't know which way is up. I thought I was doing well today. I had Michael ready for school early and as we were headed out to the garage to take him to his afternoon kindergarten class, it dawned on me. "I don't have a car!" How could it not sink in that after dropping Nathan off at school this morning, I took Dylan's car and picked him up at Bingham Toyota because he dropped the minivan off there? How could I not realize that I needed to find some other way to get Michael to school when I kept thinking to myself, "I can't even go shopping because I don't have a car"? So, when I walked him to school, I had to get a tardy slip (which the poor guy was upset about because for some reason he has this fear of being late) and they asked me what the reason was for being late. Should I have said car problems, or brain problems?

It's a Girl!

No, I'm not pregnant. You remember the dog we got months ago? You know, the one we thought was a boy because the breeder said it was? Well, it just dawned on us that Blooregard Q. Kazoo is a girl. That is a heck of a thing.

Now I know . . .

. . . who to keep my eye on. Yesterday afternoon, Dylan and I were getting ready to go to the Temple. I'm putting mascara on as Nathan strolls in and says, "I know what we can do when we're older and you're going to the Temple! We can have a party and have lots of friends over!" I can see it now.

The Proposal

No, this isn't an entry about the Sandra Bullock/Ryan Reynolds movie (which, by the way, I loved!). The 10th of this month marks the 15th anniversary of when Dylan proposed to me. It was a very clever proposal, I must say. You see, Dylan served his mission in Russia, for those of you who didn't know. While he was there, I waited for him. He must have known I was the one, because while he was there he had a special Russian nesting doll made. And, no, this picture isn't the doll. Each doll had a different picture painted on it that depicted a moment from our dating history, i.e. a prom, us at the coast, etc. The final, smallest doll had a picture of the Oakland Temple painted on it. This is what Dylan used to propose to me. When I got down to that last doll, there was the engagement ring around it, and he got down on one knee and asked me to marry him. Soooo romantic! It's a good thing we tried so hard in the beginning to be romantic, because, let's just say it, who has time for romance now? So for those 2 people who read my blog ;) how did your spouse propose to you?

A new and easy recipe . . .

I've been very blog lazy as of late, but here is a new, 3 ingredient recipe that my family really enjoyed.

1 pork tenderloin 2-4 pounds
1 can whole cranberry sauce
1 package of onion soup mix

Salt and pepper roast. Mix cranberry sauce and onion soup mix and heat in microwave for 1 minute. Cook roast in oven, or as I like to do, on rotisserie. Baste every 10 minutes with sauce mix for about 30 minutes!

Very easy, very good.

Apparently I'm a bad word.

So, last night I was scolding one of the boys, can't remember which one, and William came up and starting sassing the brother that was being scolded. I told William to please stop and be quiet while I was talking. Well, that did not go over well at all. William then threw his glasses off, took his pajama bottoms off, then, while pointing his finger at me, said, "You're a bad word!"
Now, after giggling a bit at that and after he was dressed again, I started to wonder. Has one of the other boys said that same thing to one of his brothers, or has one of the boys called their brother a bad word in which the other retorted, "That's a bad word" while William was in their presence? Hmmm, this is one answer I don't want to know.

It's a good thing Santa already came . . .

. . .because this is the mood that William was in by noon today! Not enough sleep!

Bad penmanship

Yesterday afternoon, Dylan and I were in the bedroom wrapping presents. I had already wrapped a few when Nathan came walking in. Thankfully we weren't wrapping any of the kids presents at that time. As I was working on a present, Nathan asked, "Who's Farto?" I said, "What?!?" He replied, "This present says to Dylan Sr. from Farto." I looked at the gift, and it was one that I had made from "Santa", not Farto. But, it did kinda look like it said Farto. I've never had great penmanship.

A New Goal

As I was going through my china cabinet looking for all of my favorite Christmas recipes, I realized that I had a lot of unused cookbooks. Most of them are just those small booklets that you see in line at the grocery store, and some are just blank books with collections of recipes on cards. So I've set a new goal for myself. I would like to pick a new recipe from one cookbook each week to try. I'll share them if they are good ones, like this Snickerdoodle recipe:
The Easiest Snickerdoodles Ever

2 tsp. vanilla extract
1 Betty Crocker Yellow Cake Mix
1/3 cup vegetable oil
2 eggs
½ cup sugar
2 tsp. ground cinnamon

Preheat oven to 375°. In a bowl combine vanilla, cake mix, oil and eggs. Stir until well blended. Combine sugar and cinnamon in shallow bowl. Form cookie dough into 1” balls. Roll balls in cinnamon sugar mixture. Place cookies on baking sheets and bake for 8-10 minutes until cookies are set and lightly browned. Remove to cooling rack.

This was from a long time ago, when I shopped at Albertsons. Every week they had a couple of new recipes in a card dispenser, and no matter what the recipe, I'd pick it up. Some of them look kind of questionable, but some looked really yummy. These cookies are good, and very quick to make if you don't have time for the real thing.

We caved!

Well, we finally did it. We caved and got the boys a puppy. He is a Bassett Hound, (if you couldn't tell by his ears). His name is Blooregard Q. Kazoo, for those who don't watch Cartoon Network that is the name of a character from Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends. We call him Bloo for short. We almost named him Mort, after the little lemur from Penguins of Madagascar. Why? Because he loves feet. I was in the garage this morning with one shoe on and one shoe off, and he kept nipping at my foot in the sock! It was making me insane! It is fun to watch him trip over his own ears as he romps after the boys. We have had several, "Why did we do this?" moments, but the boys seem to love him.