Pat's working all the time, and I just finally put away my Christmas decorations. I'm nearly ready to start 2014.
In other news I discovered a new recipe for vegan "cheese" sauce. My kids didn't like it at all, but I did. I made pizza with it, nachos, mac n' cheese, and potato cheese fries. It works best if you have a fancy blender, but I did it in mine and it was great- just looked a little grainy. Here's the recipe in case you'd like this much healthier cheese sauce. Best thing is it's so easy!
Simple Vegan Cheese Sauce
1 c. raw cashews
2 c. water
1/2 red bell pepper (or canned pimentos or red peppers to equal)
1 1/2 tsp salt
2 tsp onion powder
2 Tbsp food yeast flakes
1/2 tsp garlic powder
Blend until smooth (about 2 min) and then bring to boil and stir until thick. Use for pizza, lasagna, burritos, etc.
I'm not sure why certain Grandparents sent Leia a race track and Charles a fairy costume for their birthdays. (The kids thought this was hilarious.)
Evan is going to be a pill to homeschool next year. He thinks he knows so much. He's so cute. Last night at dinner he said, "Mom, I think I ate too much potato at one time so when the bolus was heading down my esophagus it really hurt." He is seven! I don't ever laugh at him, because he's perfectly correct. I just smile and say, "That's right!"
The next day we were talking about how Charlie has 6 teeth now, and Evan broke in, "Yes, he just got his incisors. I don't think he'll get his canines for a while".
Yes. Thank you doctor.
The best way to wrestle with the boys is to throw them on top of each other. It sure helps a dad win. This is what you have to look forward to Charlie.
Dallas just wrote a pretty cool story called, "Super Chocolate", and recently at school had to recite the Gettysburg Address. His class is acting out A Midsummer's Nights Dream by Shakespeare with songs and everything. I love this school!
Sam is helping me with genealogy at home still and has memorized the preamble to the constitution and the 23rd Psalm. He keeps up with math and math, science, history, reading, writing, and piano a bit. Here's some of his worked I liked: a picture of an island he drew when we learned about islands, and a paper he wrote about how he could be a good king. (We were reading about a boy king of Israel.)
Leia continues to say the funniest things. She has discovered our family's love of the Wiggles and happily joined in. We all love the new girl Emma Wiggle. She loves to wear bows in her hair and we are making bows for our hair to wear everyday too.
Charles learned how to drink out of a sippy cup which is wonderful! Leia had so many mouth problems with her apraxia that she never could sip out of a sippy cup so we had constant spills.
But lately Charles has been teething, and not ever wanting to sleep. And I keep waking up with puddles of things in my bed that should have stayed in his diaper. When babies turn 1 they can switch to regular milk, but Charlie has been unable to adjust and it gives him the wateriest diarrhea in even the tiniest amounts. Every few days we try again, only to have to clean up the messes again. This is not a fun way to wake up in case you were curious. Pat can second me. The kids are still doing their best to help us overcome our love of worldly possessions. The things our mattress has been through in it's 8-9 year life are terrifying. I need a new mattress.
But it looks like first, I need new carpet.
See there was this movie I watched when I was way too young called The Blob. This blob (see picture below) started eating people, and growing bigger and bigger. I didn't sleep for 2 months after watching it.
Then the blob itself entered my home. Carried in by Sam, it was masked as a reward from scouts. But I knew it was 'The Blob' and no good could come of it. I should have destroyed it before it destroyed us, but the kids joy over it made me weak. It attacked Charles when none of us were looking, and being a baby, and not having any fighting skills, he sat on it to escape, and the blob is now permanently ground into the carpet and Charlie's pants were, thankfully, the only thing the blob ate before it died.
Hence the need for new carpet. The house needed new carpet when we moved in 7 years ago, and now the argument is stronger. I thought about trying to pass it off as art, or as the Black Spot given by pirates to those they intend to kill, but I don't think I can fool everyone.
Brother R. came by on his atv and took the boys for rides. We swiped this pix from his facebook.