Althea, Bryan, Andrew, and Sylvia
On March 1, I went to Andrew’s new elementary school to register him for Kindergarten (see the post I wrote about that right here). While I was at the school, Jessica, Eli, and Celia came over to hang out with my kids. Here are some lovely photos that Jessica took while I was away. It was one of our last really wintry afternoons.
Thanks for taking such lovely photos of your kids and mine, my friend!
Do you know that St. Patrick’s Day is my favorite (after Christmas) holiday? It is! I love the burst of green in a somewhat dreary-looking month of March. I love the stories of leprechauns and the silliness and the rainbows. I love the folklore and getting to read fairy tales from Ireland.
I like that it’s a minor holiday so I can feel a little like it’s all mine.
And I’m loving getting to share my joy about St. Patrick’s Day with my kids. Andrew and I have spent the last couple weeks spying for leprechauns while we go for walks. How tall are they, we wonder…Sylvia’s size, a foot high, or maybe only as tall as your thumb! We peek under bushes, and creep around trees. Who knows what we’ll do if we see one!
Andrew’s also been having fun wearing green most days this month. He smiles his big, wonderful smile, does a little boy leap in the air and spreads his arms as he announces, “I’ve got on green for St. Patrick’s Day, Mom!”
As part of my crazy seasonal decor, I sometimes decorate the house for St. Patrick’s Day. This year, I put up St. Patrick’s Day cards I’ve received over the years as well as some little pins and gifts from years past.
I’ve been receiving Cricket magazine since 1986, and they’ve often had good leprechaun tales, so I pulled several March issues to read to Andrew.
Even Kirsten wears green in March here in the Dotzour home.
I doubt you can see it much at all, but here’s a photo of a rainbow we saw last week. It had been raining off and on all day, and as we walked inside, Bryan pointed out a colorful rainbow stretching across the gray sky. 
I hope you’re able to bring some cheer to someone’s life today, and I hope there’s some twinkling magic for you as well! Happy St. Patrick’s Day!
Since my computer wasn’t working too well the last few weeks, I haven’t downloaded any images from my computer. So it was fun yesterday when I downloaded seven hundred images from snowy late February until rainy, mild last week. Our landscape sure has changed! So for the next few days, I’ll regale you with photos. But if you want a sneak peak, you can find them in the photo gallery!
First, I’ll share the best: my favorite new photo of each of my kids:
Have a great day!
Alivia and Rayna just came over, and amidst the squeals of excitement and announcements…
Sylvia: (pointing outdoors at her swing that we hung out on the tree yesterday) “My swing! Rayna, my swing!”
Rayna: (pointing at her dad who was walking past the swing) “My daddy, Sylvia. Dat’s my daddy.”
Coats and backpacks were removed. The big kids turned to the little ones and said, “Let’s play house!”
“House!! House!!!” shouted the little girls.
“You can be the babies,” announced the big kids.
“Babies, BABIES!” delighted the little girls.
Four kids traipsed in a line out of the living room and back into the sun room where I imagine they’ll amuse themselves (with only minor problems) at playing house.
This has become a somewhat ritualized game here at our house this month. As you might expect, Alivia is the mom (the little girls are often heard calling out, “Mama! Mama!!”…but not for me!). Andrew’s the dad. And Sylvia and Rayna are the babies.
They remove all the cushions from the love seat and sofa and build a fort in the sun room. Alivia just said, “Andrew, can you please keep the babies occupied while I make the house?”
Despite the fact that the “parents” give a lot of directions (orders), the “babies” seem to enjoy the game immensely. My rules are: 1) Safety first and 2) Everyone needs to stay happy. Other than that, this “house play” has given me some fabulous time to, say write a blog post while the kids are happy and engaged and active.
Plus, I get to marvel at the fact that Sylvia is able to happily play without my intervention for long stretches of time. Thank you, Alivia!
It rained much of today here in Wisconsin. The air has been thick with fog for the last several days because the snow is melting and the moisture is hovering close to the ground. Our street would have been a great setting for a werewolf film the other night… We even have owls for local ambiance.
The rain is cleaning all the salt and wintry muck off our cars, and suddenly, vehicles are pretty again. The automobiles are pretty, but I’ve got to say that the sodden, ground isn’t that pretty. Except that, as Andrew keeps reminding me, “there are signs of spring!” Each new patch in the snow pack is a sign for my little boy. A delightful sign of spring.
As the clouds are washing the cars clean and removing the snow, I have decided to wash my computer clean. I heard that Ivory wasn’t good for motherboards, so I did a format of the hard drive instead.
My computer (which has served me well for four years) has recently taken to shutting down several times a day with a “blue screen of death.” It was also running slow enough to kinda kill me.
So on Monday I did back-ups. And Tuesday I gathered my courage and did the reformat. And Wednesday and today, I’ve been re-installing programs. And learning that I didn’t actually save my Firefox bookmarks (sniff) or my Firefox passwords file (oh dear).
But all in all (so far…knock on wood, toss salt over shoulder, cross eyes and chant) it looks like this reformatting endeavor was successful. I’ve got almost everything back up and running, and so far I have yet to see a blue screen.
Fresh start for spring…and for the upcoming photo season!
I find that my life functions much more smoothly and happily when I do weekly menu planning. Yet, because it takes a couple hours to plan and shop, sometimes I find myself in a non-planning rut. Like February. RUT.
I tend to be a person who requires a recipe in order to create a meal. In the past, when I didn’t have a plan and was therefore required to *poof* create a dinner out of whatever we happened to have on hand, I would get really stressed out and more often than not we’d end up eating cereal. These days, I don’t tend to experience that same stress. Perhaps its experience and wisdom setting in:)
Another funny thing about my meal planning is that I have a weird thing about not liking to repeat meals. I spent about a year making a different meal every night. Well, almost. We have spaghetti with tofu a lot. And a few yummy family casseroles make regular appearances.
Thanks to my dear Jessica, I’ve been getting the Everyday Foods magazine every month for a couple years, and I love it. I just went through all my past issues and pulled my favorite 50-80 recipes. They’re so good and generally zippy fast. I’ve made so many recipes from this magazine, and I’ve found that if I like the ingredients (not for example, capers or fennel), it’ll be a yummy dish.
In 2008, in an effort to take charge of my meal planning, I purchased a Plan-It Organizer, which is pretty much a souped-up notebook for organizing weekly meal ideas. Like a gym membership, paying money motivates me to take action. If I paid $18 for a notebook, I better get some use out of it! So I used it faithfully until last fall. At that point…the same point that I got my iPhone…I decided to try electronic menu planning. I use Google Calendar for tracking all our activities, so I made a new calendar for our meal plans. It’s nice because you can easily move around dishes to different days as schedules change. And now I can check it when I’m away from home.
Since most of my recipes are from Everyday Foods or from cooking blogs, I can link from my calendar to the appropriate recipe…and I often use my iPhone or laptop as a cookbook on the counter while I cook.
I got off the meal-planning band wagon in January and February, but I’m back on now. Here’s my normal (ideal) procedure:
Often I wait to do meal planning until just before I’m going to leave for the grocery store. I really prefer to do it as a separate activity, though.
In the past, I used a Word document that I had laid out to match Woodman’s as my shopping list. However, since December, I’ve been using an application on my iPhone for grocery shopping. I’ve got to say that I feel like a complete dork walking around the grocery store, consulting my iPhone instead of a piece of paper like a normal person. It feels like I’m bragging or being very high-falutin about my technology. But I do it because I’m avoiding using paper and because it remembers my list from week to week and because I can (and do) add to my grocery list whenever/wherever I happen to remember that I need an item. I’ve been using the Shopper application, and I like how it allows me to organize the list according to the layout of the store.
Last week, I just found out about a new new service that is going to really streamline my grocery shopping. Everyday Foods has a new app where you can pick your recipes and it adds all the ingredients to a shopping list. The shopping list is handled by a website called ZipList, and it’s soooo cool (to me!). It’s set up to pull recipes from blogs. So if you’re reading a blog and like the recipe, you click on your little ZipList button in the toolbar, and it copies the recipe to ZipList. Click another button, and it adds the ingredients to my shopping list. Ahh, it’s a geek’s life.
The next couple months, I’m looking forward to going against my normal grain and repeating tried and true favorite recipes. I’ll be posting them on my Google Calendar, so if you’d like any menu inspiration, please take a peek!
Also, if you have favorite dishes or food blogs/sources, let me know! I always like to try something new:)
PS. March must be a time I re-commit to meal planning. Check out this post I did in 2009!
Greetings! I have a few moments here while Sylvia is napping, and I should really be washing my windows. Or cleaning the bathroom. Or the litter boxes. Or the kitchen. And I definitely should be sweeping and mopping. But you know, I just don’t feel like it. I’m recently back from our weekend at Jack’s, and I now find myself in a bit of a funk. My children are being decidedly disobedient and often rather unpleasant (who taught them how to whine, anyway?). So after scanning job listings for a bit (adult co-workers don’t hit or throw things, do they?), I decided to just do a little writing.
Writing is cathartic for me, and I think that’s one of the main reasons that I’ve been as faithful to this little blog as I have. I write to help clear my mind. Sometimes, I write so I will remember what my babies were like. Sometimes I write to help myself unwind a knotty thought or state of mind. Sometimes I write because it makes me feel like an individual, a person (an adult!) all my own.
One of my new favorite blogs is by one of my favorite writers, Katrina Kenison. She wrote a post last month that I’ve been wanting to share. In her post, she starts out by talking about how she has been pretty skeptical about computers and the internet. She just recently, and a bit reluctantly, started her blog. She goes on…
…I found that the discipline of writing a blog, even one or two short pieces a week, has kept me in closer touch not just with my readers, but with myself. Like prayer, or yoga, or meditation, writing, too, is a practice. I sit down, turn on the computer, and say hello to the watching, reflecting part of me. And then I listen, and write down what that quiet inner voice has to say.
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I think that, when it comes right down to it, most of us do write for ourselves, not for an audience. We write to remind ourselves of what’s important in our lives, to move beyond our petty cares and concerns and to get in touch with our true essence, our souls, the people we are in the process of becoming. And then, in gestures of faith and solidarity, we offer our gift, the gift of ourselves, to the world.
What a lovely way to think about writing. For those of my friends who don’t blog regularly, when I do see a post, I feel like it’s a gift. And I so enjoy having a few moments to listen to myself and to pour that out (in fits and starts!) to share with friends and family near and far. Thanks for reading!
**Written Feb. 25, but something funny happened***
I try to do weekly meal planning. Over the last year, I’ve sat down over the weekend and written up a meal plan for the week. This February, however, I’ve fallen off the meal-planning band wagon. We’ve been eating scraps. Cereal. Odds and ends. And beans and rice.
I recently added the ingredients of this dish into our pantry staples, so I’ve pulled it out a few times in the last several weeks. Sometimes we have some chicken sausage on the side. It’s been a good meal for us. Sylvia loves it. I love it. The boys think it’s alright.
So without further ado, here’s how you make it:
two cans (three cups) red kidney beans
one can coconut milk
one can water
one and a half cups of rice
Drain the beans and put them in a pot that will hold twice the bulk of the beans. Warm them gently over medium low heat. Meanwhile, warm the water and coconut milk in the microwave. Add the coconut milk, water, and rice to the beans. Cover and cook over low heat for 20 minutes (actually on my stove, I cook it on low-med). If there’s too much liquid left after 20 minutes, uncover and raise the heat slightly.
Easy cheesy! Plus as I tell my kids, think of all the amino acid combinations they are getting:)
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As a note, while we were eating this meal tonight, Sylvia somehow fell off her chair. First she smashed her face into the table and then she plummeted to the ground, again, hitting her head or her face on the floor. It was a terrible looking fall. And she was so very sad. So we aborted supper. Then I held her until she stopped crying and through her hiccups asked to watch “whales show” from Fantasia 2000.
We’re all back home after a lovely weekend at Jack’s house. Jack is a family friend-like-family who has a house on the Wisconsin River in southwestern Wisconsin, quite near Prairie du Chien. My family has been enjoying trips out to Jack’s house since before I was born, each time we’re there, I feel my soul fill up.
Attendees this trip included Jack, Terry, Tom, me, Bryan, the kids, Michael, Lisa, Maretta, Kyle, and my dad for a visit on Saturday afternoon. During our summer weekend, we put on life preservers and float down the Wisconsin River, eat waaay too much, play Trivia Pursuit and other games, look at the stars, hike on Jack’s prairie, eat too much, and generally enjoy being snug together in a place we all love.
Our winter trip is similar…minus the float down the Wisconsin River, which would kill us all in March. We supplement our Saturday with a bonfire…burning piles of brush from Jack’s on-going prairie restoration efforts. The stars were so crisp and clear our first night, and Kyle gave us a sky-tour of all the major stars and planets and constellations. He set up Jack’s telescope, where he was able to see Saturn’s rings. Just so you know, a weak telescope does not show Saturn to look like this. It might look more like this.
It was great to see Maretta and Kyle again since I’ve missed seeing them since Michael & Lisa’s wedding in October. I do so love my sister:) Joe wasn’t able to join us this year, but he comes home in a few days for spring break, so we’re happily anticipating that time!
I didn’t take many photos of our trip this year. I’ll put some up when I download them. In the meantime, I’m having some minor/major laptop problems that has made me decide to format and reinstall everything, so that should be pretty crazy!
Sylvia was driving me nuts this morning with continuous whining and complaining. After getting into my makeup and giving herself a lipstick makeover, her mood seems to have improved dramatically. Remarkably, mine took a turn for the worse:)
Back home amidst the melting snow and foggy air!
Winter is a long season here in Wisconsin. A long, cold season. And if I’m in the right frame of mind, I love it. I love snuggling with cats and drinking warm beverages. I love playing in the snow and seeing the crispness of a starry winter sky. I love watching the pure white snow sparkle under a bright winter sun with the sky blue as blue can be. I like crawling into my warm bed (we got a heated mattress pad a couple years ago…such a good purchase!) and my soft flannel sheets. I like how life slows down a bit in winter. There are no gardens to tend, no late night walks to take. Sitting and drinking hot chocolate and reading is just perfect.
One thing that I don’t like so much about winter is that I often am cold. We keep our thermostat kind of low, and I sometimes have found that I don’t feel really warm from October to May. I was mentioning this to my friend Janelle last winter, and she asked if I wore long underwear and knee-high wool socks. I told her I didn’t, and she suggested that I adopt those behaviors as soon as possible.
Do you know about Smart Wool? When I was in graduate school, my friend Jennifer introduced me to Smart Wool socks. They’re wool, and, she informed me, they keep her cold feet warm all winter and they keep her feet cool in the summer. Plus (and this is a big plus for clammy-footed me), the wool has magic powers that keep her feet dry and odor-free.
Since then, I’ve acquired several pairs of Smart Wool socks. In the past, I’ve mostly used them as hiking socks or wear-around-the-house socks. But after talking to Janelle, I decided to add some knee-high Smart Wool into my wardrobe. And over the last couple years, I also acquired two Smart Wool long-sleeved shirts. They’re expensive, but I can personally attest that the cost is worth it. Since I’ve been wearing my knee-high wool socks and my wool shirts, I’ve been warm! On the rare day that I’m not wearing wool, I usually find myself wondering why I’m so darn cold. Oh, and a scarf around my neck helps too!
So this is my winter tip to you. Get thyself some wool. If you’re at all wool sensitive (I am!) I recommend Smart Wool. Oh, and getting an electric mattress pad to heat up your bed before you climb in is such a luxury. You’ll be glad you did.
