When Alistair quit tae quon do last fall, we agreed that he’d try something else. He chose art classes, and began in January.
The studio held its annual exhibition on Sunday.
Then yesterday was his birthday – eight years old. Unbelievable.
Every year on his birthday we take him on a field trip of his choice, this year he chose the Museum of Fine Arts. So he went to school, and I dismissed him at 10:30 – his class sang happy birthday to him and gave him a card before he left. He and I then spent a happy few hours wandering around the museum, which has installed a new quilt exhibition since the last time we were there.
He has an affinity for patterns – he was fascinated by the quilts, how so many repeats of the same small pattern can be combined to make a big pattern. And then he proceeded to find patterns throughout the museum – this was his favorite.
We had a little lunch in the museum cafe, and then headed home.
Dinner was the birthday boy’s choice – tacos. And then it was time for a few presents and a little cake; his party isn’t til Saturday.
Tuesday morning was April Fools Day. We kicked things off with pudding in the boys’ morning cups of milk, tee hee – got ‘em good with that one.
Then it was breakfast for dinner night – baked French toast.
And for dessert – fried eggs.
Orange jello on a circle of Cool Whip. They loved it.
Today is the Red Sox home opener – in my book it’s the first day of the season, and baseball in Boston means it’s springtime.
Go Sox! Go Springtime!
Every once in a while I stumble across something that makes me go “oooh”.
A few weeks ago we went to Sonic for lunch, and Larry got a pretzel dog – a hot dog in a pretzel-bread bun. They screwed up his order by putting mustard on it, but that’s a separate issue.
At the time, I thought “oooh”. I like pretzels, I like hot dogs – I bet together they’re better than the sum of their parts. And so I began to noodle.
A week or so ago I bought a box of the soft pretzels you buy at the grocery store. They’re frozen, but I thought if I thawed them out I could unwrap them and mold them around hot dogs.
I was wrong.
They were soft, but they were brittle. I managed to unwrap one, but it split into three pieces. So I threaded the hot dogs through the pretzels and baked them that way.
They tasted okay, but not at all what I was shooting for. Those pretzels aren’t all that good by themselves, truth be told.
Enter Pinterest. One search of “pretzel dog” and I had more recipes than I could possibly have hoped for.
I picked this one (http://www.inkatrinaskitchen.com/2011/06/soft-pretzel-dogs.html), and we tried it last night.
Holy moly, they were good. The outside was a little crisp, but the inside was soft and fluffy.
Only downside is that you make the dough from scratch, so it takes some commitment of time – it worked for us yesterday because Tuesdays are my work-from-home day, but otherwise it would have to be a weekend dinner. I would also use the dough recipe if I were ever so inclined to make giant pretzels.
With all due respect to T.S. Eliot, March is the cruellest month; it’s a long and fickle month at the best of times, but this year it’s been worse longer and later than usual.
It’s a beautifully bright and sunny day today, but it’s also 20 degrees.
There is a snowstorm in the forecast, with accumulations ranging from nothing at all to 6-12 inches, depending on which channel you prefer.
Did I mention this storm is coming tomorrow? I mean, I can handle this sort of up-in-the-airness in the five-day forecast, but it’s due to arrive in the next 24 hours.
I have seen exactly one small green thing sprouting in my front yard. One.
I think this year March came in like a lion and seems as though maybe it will go out like one, too.
Have you ever heard of only one person in a family getting a stomach bug?
Me neither, and yet I was surprised that after Alistair had it last Tuesday night, Larson AND Larry came down with it Thursday night. Which meant Larry wasn’t up to flying solo on Friday.
So when I woke up Friday morning and grasped the lay of the land, it was time for desperate measures…
I woke Alistair up and got him dressed and ready for school early. He and I left the house at 7, drove to my office to pick up my laptop, got Alistair a bonus breakfast sandwich and OJ in the office building cafeteria, drove back to Medford and dropped him to school on time. Whirlwind morning!
Then I was able to work from home for the day while caring for the two sickies. I dearly hoped that the bug would at least miss me, since I had been planning to run a race Saturday morning.
No such luck…it hit me at 11 Friday night. Ugh.
Everyone had recovered by Sunday, so we did make some progress on the bedroom – I even bought new curtains. Which are still in the bag.
This has been a discombobulated week; I never made the usual weekly chart listing our appointments, commitments, and dinner plans. Alistair’s chore chart from last week is still hanging up, and I couldn’t find my eyelash curler for four days. (Seriously, it’s the little things that drive you crazy).
And then, as life tends to, we were blindsided on Tuesday, when Alistair came down with the stomach bug around dinnertime. I was at a PTO meeting, but Larry was a champion and had the laundry going before I even got home. The poor kid was up and down all night. I’m ashamed but also a little proud to say that I slept like a rock while Larry took care of him all night, laundry, gingerale and all.
Which of course meant Larry was in no shape to go to work yesterday. He stayed home while I went to work. I left the office early to give him a little backup, but frankly he didn’t need it – I was able to work through the afternoon and he even made dinner. What a trouper.
Needless to say, we’re still trying to return to normal, but I believe we’re close to the end now; I really think we’ll be done by the end of the weekend.
Hopefully I’ll be getting back to my knitting by then, too.