Gooooozefrabba!

If you aren’t familiar with the movie Anger Management starring Jack Nicholson and Adam Sandler, I highly recommend it.  The title of today’s entry is a phrase from the movie and is used to calm and relax those experiencing anger and anxiety in the movie.  I had a goooozefrabba moment yesterday.  Doing much better today.  Found a reason to laugh at/with (he didn’t know why we were laughing but whatever) my son, went for a long walk, threatened his life if he didn’t play on his own with his own toys for a while which he finally did and I got some time to just sit and veg and play with my new crochet thread stash.  He actually came over and helped me sort it.

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Mostly just playing around at this point but whipped up a bracelet for myself…

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And I’ve started on one for my sister.  She says she wants ‘camo colours’…

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She didn’t say it couldn’t be a camo coloured granny square cuff.  She’s being a good sport about it.  If she doesn’t end up liking it I’m sure it will have a good home with me or someone might decide to adopt it.

The Boy is co-operating well today.  Got him interested in his building blocks last night and he’s been keen to build stuff since.  Erected his first bridge yesterday.

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He was very proud of it.  We started a penny chore jar a couple of weeks ago and it seems to be working well.  I let him paint it.

He gets a few pennies for a day without potty accidents and varying amounts for doing whatever chores I need him to do.  Today he got a couple for helping me put away the clean dishes and deal with the dirty ones so we could make cookies.  I think the cookies were more exciting than the pennies going in the jar.

We just used the recipe on the Chipits bag also available at Original Chipits chocolate chip cookie recipe.  Ours aren’t as super perfect looking as the ones on the bag but taste like chocolate chip cookies.  I’m puzzled as to how The Boy manages to get chocolate all over his face by eating itty bitty individual chocolate chips.  Meh, he’s a boy.  His natural state is dirty.

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Not Appreciating Mother Nature Right Now

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So sick of this shit.  Only took a few days to realize that I would have to do a lot more to get The Boy even close to as much exercise as he’d had at daycare.  We live in a little suburb that is unofficially called Park City.  There are parks all over the place.  Most of them have no dogs signs so I can’t kill two birds with one stone by walking them at the same time as The Boy.  Then The Great Bitch Mother Nature goes and does this to me (and everyone else) again.  For the third or fourth time now.  So any trip out with any level of short beasts is bound to be an ungodly mess.  So you’d think, “just let them play in the loverly little yard you spent all that money to have grassed and stuff.” Well, due to family shit and job losing and not having enough me to go around, I was negligent on my keeping up cleaning up after the dog, then dogs.  We got one nice stretch and I picked up the half of the yard that had dried enough and needed one more good day to get my little slice of grass spick and span and ready for boys and dogs to play to their little hearts content.  Then this.  It melted.  Got nice out again and to the point where I said tomorrow it’ll be dry enough and…she shits all over us again.  And again.  And again.  Always with just enough time in between to let me think I might just accomplish something.  Sigh.  Now I’m stuck with Captain Iwanttogotothepark!!! and working to convince myself that I don’t care that I’ll end up with wet feet and a wet chill and have to clean up the incredible mess he’ll drag home with him.

As far as accomplishing things goes, I’m doing okay but it often seems like the world is hellbent on impeding me sometimes.  I try to set up a schedule to keep on top of the house cleaning while teaching The Boy about that stuff too and the Powers That Be throw a defiant phase at me.  So instead of the happy mother son teamwork and learning I’d envisioned I end up with twice the cleaning to do because the tantrums usually include spreading chaos far and wide.  I’m trying to keep on top of food costs and making sure we always have some good stuff to eat but apparently I’m the only one who’ll actually write up a menu.  I’ve asked for help but it’s easier to whine about what we’re having than to sit and pay attention for ten minutes while telling me what we’d like to eat for the week.  I do get a lot of compliments on some of the stuff I’ve been cooking so there’s that at least.  Part of the defiant stage also appears to be freaking out about having to eat even our most favorite of meals most of the time.  Makes my head ache.

Then there’s this…

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This is a miraculous find I came across for a price I had to afford.  Seriously something like 85% of what it should have cost.  With summer coming (please silly Nature Bitch quit dumping snow on us so we can have a little summer sometime), big, thick afghans and cardigans and scarves and mitts aren’t my favourite things to work on.  Light shawls, doilies, jewellery and such are perfect projects for warm and hot weather and now I have a ton of stuff to make all that with…if I ever get a chance to even go through the bag let alone sit and crochet anything.  It’s sitting on my comfy chair pretty much screaming at me to sort through it and enjoy all the gorgeous colours and plan out what I want to make with it.  Alas, I had to make soup this morning to use up some chicken while The Boy decided it was a great time to just up and pee on the carpet and keeps insisting we must go to the park.  While I have a large chef’s knife in my hand.  Needless to say he’s still alive and we will have soup for dinner and I’m working up to going out in the snow.  Perhaps I’ll give up on cleaning anything for the day and pray that he runs himself out at the park so I can have a little quietish time to look at some of my new goodies.

Oh God!!! Just kill me now!!!  While trying to take a few minutes to type out some probably less than coherent thoughts, he’s managed to mess up the tv and gaming system pushing random buttons screaming that he HATES MARIO!! (what horrible thing did I do to deserve a kid who won’t play video games!?), smeared whatever is on his hands all over his favourite DVD to the point I doubt it’ll even read if I can get the system to decide to let me play it.  Then managed to scour out the upstairs bathroom drain with his toothbrush in the mere moments I was working to fix the disaster up till then.  Now he’s in the process of singing Fucktown punk you up!  Fucktown punk you up.  I actually think my brain short circuited at the thought that while he didn’t add the f-bomb where you’d think he’s stick it he still managed to stick one in there.  Whatever.  Now I’m laughing at how ludicrous that is.  Let’s go to the park.

Books, Boiled Cookies and My Boy

Today is The Boy’s last day at daycare.  He’s pretty excited to get to stay at home with mommy.  For today I am enjoying my last day alone.  Hubster is sleeping from a month of night shifts.  I have already headed to the library and thrown a few rows into an e-cig pouch and lanyard I’m making for my sister.  Trying out the dough setting on my bread maker cause I need hamburger buns for dinner tonight.  Thinking I’ll halve the usual giant loaf of bread and make it into one loaf and some buns.  Will have to wait and see if it turns out.

As a gift for the caregivers at daycare I made some cookies.  Had to call after Boy was dropped off cause I hadn’t made them for the kids, just the teachers, so hadn’t made enough for everyone.  I hope they enjoy them.  They are a favorite of mine and really easy to make…

Mom D’s No-Bake Boiled Chocolate Cookies

Ingredients:

  • 1/2 cup butter or margarine
  • 1/2 cup milk
  • 2 cups sugar
  • 1/2 cup cocoa
  • 2 1/2 cups rolled oats

Melt butter in medium saucepan over medium heat, add milk, sugar and cocoa and turn up to high.  Boil for five minutes stirring constantly.

Remove from heat, stir in oats.  Drop teaspoonsfull onto greased cookie sheet or wax paper.

These pictures are of a double batch and I like to make them large.

They are that simple and delicious.  I get asked for them all the time.  Also kept a few back for my friendly neighborhood grocery store lady/cousin-in-law who scored me some loverly big beef bones to make broth with.  I’ll blog about  that another day but for now the best meats, groceries and customer service in Winnipeg can be found at Fresh to the Bone

It’s a beautiful day outside.  First day of the year I’ve got the heat turned off and have thrown my windows wide open.  These windows are half the reason I begged so hard to convince Hubster we had to buy this 100-year-old house.  The airflow in here is glorious. This is a wonderful time, this first airing out after winter, and feels like throwing off a snowbank worth of stuffy indoor miasma (I keep the house clean so it’s more of an emotional miasma than a literal one) and blowing it away in the fresh, cool airflow of early spring.  Best time to do it because in a month the snow will have melted (I hope) and the winter sand will be blowing around like we live in the middle of the Sahara till they sweep it all up.

I grabbed a few books at the library.  It’s autobiography day.  I’ll be starting with Undisputed: How to Become the World Champion in 1,372 Easy Steps
by Chris Jericho, Peter T. Fornatale.  I’m looking forward to reading it.  I am totally in love with Chris Jericho and adore the fact that he’s from here.  He went to school with my aunt.  He’s also funny as hell.  I watched the wrestling half to watch what he’d do that week and listen to his podcast cause he makes me laugh.  I’ll let you know how it was.

Oh Crap Mom Moments

Yeah.  Had one of those this morning.  One of those moments in time where you look at what’s happening and think,”I think I may have made a slight error in judgement.”  We live in a place that’s almost, slightly, attempting to look like spring may happen sometime before mid-May.  It’s been quite warmish, above freezing anyway, and the mountains of snow have started melting into dirty, messy, piles of slush everywhere.  Unfortunately, due to the tentative nature of our pre-spring weather, it refreezes every night which makes the morning sidewalks into either skating rinks or fake skating rinks (that are really freaking freezing cold puddles for you so fall into once you slip on the rink looking sheet on top).

Anyhow, I was walking The Boy to school this morning and we were doing our best to avoid the ice as best we could.  Or I was anyway.  Not a fan of walking around with frozen wet pants or pain.  The Boy found the slippy ice to be quite fun and was running around like a goofus and sliding all over the place while completely ignoring my every warning to be careful .  About halfway there he took a step onto a particularly slippery patch of ice and thus began the most incredible, awesome, windmilling, feet flailing, forward, backward, wobbling, weaving fall on his arse I think I’ve ever seen.  It took a full fifteen seconds or so but I can see it in my head as though it was in slow motion.  It was brilliant!  Outstanding!  As he looked at me stunned from flat on his back on the ground and I finished my preliminary examination to determine how badly he’d broken himself and saw he was fine…I burst into laughter.  It was funny as hell.  After blinking at me and my laughing a few times he joined in and hopped up in a delightful Mommy/Son happy moment.

And then we continued walking.  It didn’t take long for me to realize the error I had failed to foresee.  I can just see the conversation in his precious yet demented little brain.  “I made mummy happy by slipping on the ice and falling down!!  Let’s do it again!!!” and again, and again, and again…Shit.  Nothing I could say would convince him it wasn’t funny anymore and he didn’t quit until we ran out of ice at the door of the daycare.  Sigh.  Thankfully, he appears to have forgotten after a full day of daycare antics and we had a fall-free walk home.  I’m such a dumbass but one that’s grateful for a boy that is willing to go really far just to make someone else happy.

As for recipes, I found one tonight that worked out beautifully for Teriyaki sauce.  Halfway through cooking a stir-fry for dinner I was dismayed to find we had only a tiny smidge left in the bottle of my favorite stir-fry flavor.  I hit the keys and searched for homemade teriyaki sauce and found this recipe…Restaurant Teriyaki Sauce.  It is incredibly simple but turned out incredibly good.  I compared it side-by-side to the smidge left in the storebought bottle and it was even tastier and had way less crap in it.  Looks like normal.

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