Wednesday, May 10, 2006
Yesterday, as I was walking home from dropping Hunter off at school, a lady asked me how my family was doing and if everyone was well. The question irritated me because I know, whenever someone asks that question, one of us always ends up getting sick. Anyway I smiled and said, "We're all healthy thanks. But now that I've said that, someone will probably end up sick." Sure enough, three of the four kids have come down with sore throats and poor Noah is especially miserable. Why is that?
Noah had kindergarten orientation today. Several weeks ago when we returned from Hunter's parent/teacher conference I immediately began to praise Hunter for a good report from Mrs. H. Noah, who had been listening on, immediately burst into tears and ran up to his room, devastated. I hurried after Noah and asked him what the matter was. In the most heart-broken sobs, Noah cried, "I thought the meeting was for me." For Noah. . . for Kindergarten. Ever since then Noah's been anxiously but very patiently waiting for this day to come. And today he so happily left me to join his teacher--and didn't even take a glance backwards at me. And I felt so happy for him and so sad all at the same time--that he's grown up, that he's moving up in the world--a world that involves a little less of me, that he's confident and excited, that he's mine.
Our Stake recently did a survey about people's emergency preparedness. As a result my thoughts have once again been turned to our 72-hour kit and what still needs to be done. So this week I've been thinking about what food I can pack that first, will last a long time and second, the kids will actually eat. So today as I was doing the dishes, I started thinking about juice boxes and donut holes and spaghettios and boxed milk and I thought, "My kids like popcorn." And I started thinking about how I could make popcorn in an emergency. And I thought of the Jiffy Pop we received with a dinner that was brought in when Caleb was born. We can't use Jiffy Pop on our glass top range and so it's been stuffed away in a cupboard for the past seven months. But I had this great idea for an experiment: can Jiffy Pop be popped on a sterno can? So we tried it today and guess what. Jiffy Pop can be popped on a sterno can. And it's kind of a fun thing to do and would be a great distraction for little kids if you were in a tragic situation you didn't want to be in. So now we're gonna pack Jiffy Pop and M&M's in our 72-hour kit. And now I'm wondering if we can pack a portable DVD player and a movie in there too--just in case.
 
We went to the bank today, just for a quick errand. The boys love to go because of course, they get free suckers. So Noah and Denver each picked out a sucker and one for Caleb and one for Hunter. After his bottle, we gave Caleb his sucker. Pretty much, he liked it.
  
I've been craving all kinds of foriegn stuff lately. Things like clotted cream and scones from England and cheese bread from Rodizio Grill, or rather, Brazil. Anyway, I found this great online store that sells British Food--British Delights--and they sell clotted cream. So I ordered some and today I made homemade biscuits (our equivalent to British scones) and for dinner we had them with clotted cream and jam. It really was fabulous and for those of you who are curious about a real English Tea, you should try some for yourself. Of course, I can't tell you much about the tea, but at least I've covered the fattening, high calorie part.
And for one last random thought: How come when Denver puts a Pull-up on his head he looks so cute and when I put a Pull-up on my head I look so. . . stupid?
 
posted by Shana # 8:46 PM 
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