Monday, November 30, 2009

Sabbath Amusements XII

Two highlights:
  1. Remember last week? How Rogan repeated "example" over and over during closing exercises? Well, this week Kate was wrapping up Closing Exercises, and summed up the day's message; "So we can learn from our parents good example and do the things they did in our families some day in our own families..." which flipped Rogan's kill-switch, because he resumed his vocal demonstration from last week quick-smart; "Example! ... example! ... example!" That's right, give us your children, and we will programme them...apparently.
  2. A wee girl - that shall henceforth be known as "Sunny"- came from Nursery to Primary for the first time. Whenever Kate said, "Put up your hand and tell me..." or "Put up your hand if..." all she heard was "put up your hand", and so she promptly obeyed (like most Sunbeams do). When called upon however (like most Sunbeams), she never knew why she had her hand up. The second or third time she raised her arm to contribute, and was chosen by name, she had observed that following a child's name, they always seemed to say something...so after Kate said, "Sunny?" she looked at her, looked around the circle of children, and then - mimicking what she'd observed and "playing along" as best she could - Sunny just uttered a syllable; "Guuuuuuh". She then sat back rather chuffed with herself. I smiled at our newest addition; you little contributer, you! AND another source of material...look out, Rogan - the Sabbath Amusement installment may no longer be yours.

Sunday, November 29, 2009

Sunday Night Numbers


  • 3-5 - how many cookies I could have made out of the volume of dough I ate when I last made cookies (see above).
  • 11:12pm - the time tonight when I felt like eating s'moooore cookie dough.
  • 1 - the number of bowls of cookie dough I made.
  • 0 - the number of cookies that resulted from said bowl of dough.
  • 1 - unimpressed husband; "I thought we were having eggnog." (...he said, frowning as I sat with my cereal bowl and spoon. I'd forgotten I'd made this milky drink offer as soon as I was seized upon by the idea of making an eighth of a cookie recipe specifically for the eating of it.)
  • Maybe 10 - the number of times in my lifetime I have done this before. The idea felt new and revolutionary all over again.
  • 1 - large glass of eggnog for the bereft, treatless spouse.
  • 1/2 - the amount of eggnog the husband left for the sugar-mad wife - bonus.
  • 2 - number of raw eggs consumed in the course of this sugar fix.
  • 0 - number of babies baking in my oven.
  • 0 - guilt and concern for salmonella poisoning.

Thursday, November 26, 2009

Mini Movie Reviews: Bulk Hit No 13

My Sister's Keeper
Worth seeing. I know most of the men I know wouldn't enjoy it...but I'd say many of the women I know would. Cameron Diaz surprised me. And Jodi Picoult's subject matter, upon which the film is based, impressed me (and you may remember, I wasn't impressed by my sampling of Picoult). Isn't Abigail Breslin turning out some nice, sincere performances? The questions raised are compelling...and the characters are excellent. I thought about this for days afterwards.

Paul Blart: Mall Cop
I worried this was one of those movies where you've seen all of the funny bits in the trailer. I was right, pretty much. It is still pretty funny (even with the bulk of the jokes being re-runs). Full credit to Sandler for having his finger in the producing pie and the pie coming out clean - there are scenes with plenty of potential for innuendo and crass jokes, but they were left out. Thanks.

Defiance
More action and graphic violence than I anticipated with its 'M' rating...and less empathy invoked than I'd hope for. It did promote my thoughts about different reactions to the Holocaust (as did Valkyrie). "Not baaaad" by me, "pretty good" by Haki. It's probably an indicator that I found myself thinking, "Sabretooth makes an okay Jew, I guess" - probably not the best sign you're being swept away by the narrative (Is it just me, or has that role really pigeon-holed him now? I mean, clearly not like Elijah FRODO Wood, but still...now Schreiber IS Sabretooth).

The Boy in the Striped Pajamas
Poignant and terrifying. I'm not sure if I recommend it or not. This film is exquisite, beautiful, exceptional, and thought-provoking. The attention to detail is incredible. Yet...your spirit slumps over when it's done. If I may compare it to Defiance (since they are both set within the same time period) - I'd rather have only seen this film of the two. Life is Beautiful is still the only Holocaust film I've seen that has left me feeling uplifted. Okay, having just trawled for the poster and seeing the incredible stills online from the film, my verdict is in - if you are foremost an aesthetics-person - see this film - it's something to behold, and feels real, to me - if you could care less, and just want a good story and some entertainment, you may want to steer clear of the anguish.

Night at the Museum 2 a.k.a. Night at the Museum: Battle of the Smithsonian
Fun. In keeping with the first film. Nice. Clean. Good. Also, Amy Adams is such a sweetheart.

The Twilight Saga: New Moon
If you don't like the Twilight Saga, that's fine and fair enough and whatnot...but I do. I don't put up posters or follow any of the actors on Twitter...but I enjoy the books and films. The second film wasn't an exception.

I enjoyed:
  • The little things that made this film richer and truer to the novel; seeing - the Cullen Coven's eyes were a shiner, golden hue...Victoria's hair undeniably, striking red...and Jacob buff enough (as promised by the film-makers during wind-up);
  • Dakota Fanning's brief appearance - lovely;
  • Realising three quarters of the way through the film that I was very much absorbed in this little, cheesy world;
  • The portrayal of Alice;
  • The tight narrative - I felt the Twilight team did a great job of condensing the material for a screenplay;
  • Laurent. Awesome;
  • Hearing Paula's reactions and cuddling her afterwards! It was so nice to have her amongst our group-date number - as she's never been one for reading chunky fiction novels (just lots of nursing texts, right Paula?), but she read New Moon, and so seeing its adaptation with her made me feel like a teacher watching someone's love for reading a cinema ignite (my two majors - aw!);
  • It's very "teenagery" in a good way (it reminds me of those years - oh, the intensity of our feelings that no one else could understand!? Woe was us.); and
  • The clear intertextuality with and allusions to Romeo and Juliet.
I was less fond of:
  • a) Kristen Stewart (although she seemed prettier in this one, do you think?);
  • b) Robert Pattinson (I agree with Janssen - the directors must be Team Jacob - because on-screen Pattinson just doesn't put up much of a fight as Edward);
  • The lack of chemistry between (a) and (b);
  • The wolf CGI close-ups;
  • The lack of subtley with symbolism (e.g. the clumsy pan to the wolf on Bella Swan's bedroom wall); and
  • The make-up.
P.S. I wore my slippers to this movie. On accident.

I also hope that Ana forgives me for forbidding talk of yarn, wool, crochet, knitting...whatever...because I simply could not pretend to be amped about such things after reading about my sister's hilarious and spectacular viewing conditions of the very movie we were about to see...I wanted to be surrounded by other people that were enthused. You see, Ana actually uttered the words, "I plan to sleep in this movie". What? WHAT? Okay, if you don't enjoy them, fine, I get it...but please, let me be excited! Haki re-read the book before we went. And went and got the first movie for us to re-view last night. And counted sleeps. It worked on me. I was looking forward to it; muchly. Wool must not be mentioned!

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Linguistic Bone-picking on Tuesday II

"Brought" and "bought" are different words. Very different. If you are one of the humans that does not know this is the case, I do not think ill of you...but I do feel a squirmy, uneasiness inside every time you use them interchangeably. Granted, now and then both words may be true...but in most cases, it's one or the other folks.

Bought = you purchased it
Brought = when you bring something (past tense)

This is not to say I do not make errors in my speech or writing (I do, oh, how I doooo), but I must say this is one I've never made...and yet I hear it regularly.

Examples needed?

Squirmy insides-inducers:
"I bought dessert with us."
"I brought it yesterday, from that place down the road."

Ah, you get it:
"I brought dessert with us."
"I bought it yesterday, from that place down the road."

Uncommon, flukey, use-whatever-you-want sentence:
"I bought/brought this" (holding up a new thing you've carried in with you that you ALSO just purchased)

Monday, November 23, 2009

Menu: Linner and Shortcake Surprise

Yesterday after church, I was expecting Haki's mother for a visit - as Haki had invited her. And what better to do when you have extended an invitation to someone to visit than to go take a nap? That is exactly what he did.

And so I donned my spotty apron, plonked Esky in her inflatable ring atop the table next to where I was cooking, turned on some choir music, and began preparing linner (late lunch / early dinner). I laid out three plates, (our boarder, The Scotty, was away with his love), arranged the side salad on each, began browning the chicken, chopped coriander, and narrated my actions for Esky all the while. I washed each of my dishes as I finished with it, and felt very on top of things; together; and in control. I began looking forward to the MIL's arrival, knowing I was so perfectly prepared. I scanned the living room - yes, clean. I looked at the cherub, chewing on a rattle - in such a darling dress - her grandmother was going to love that dress - I call it her "strawberry shortcake dress". Clean house, cute outfit (I decided, after assessing my own get-up), good smells, the darling strawberry shortcake dress, and heavenly music - aaah...so "together". I received a call from a friend who needed some garlic for their Sunday roast - "Sure, come grab it!" - I said with an air of breeziness - the tone of the carefree, "together", relaxed, and unphaseable hostess.

It was not long after the garlic-guest had departed that I heard a grunt from the babe that sounded highly suspect. I turned slowly from stirring my frypan of goodness to face my company, who smiled at me, but then stopped to frown and repeat the same sound. I knew that face...all too well. I thought it best to let her finish her business before opening the "present", and so continued my preparations - I'm unphaseable, I'm unphaseable.

It was 15 minutes until the MIL would arrive, and I thought sufficient time had passed for Esky to be through, so I set all items to simmer, and lifted the babe from the ring.

Here are the things the poo-splosion went on:
  • The darling strawberry shortcake dress;
  • The darling dress' matching undershorts;
  • The white onesie worn underneath the darling dress;
  • The lace-topped socks; and
  • The white church shoes; and
  • The white singlet; and then there was...
  • The spotty apron;
  • The accompanying cute outfit's black cardy and grey skirt;
  • The cute outfit-wearer's arm;
  • The carpet;
  • The pillowcase Miss Strawberry Shortcake was about to be changed on;
  • The wet wipes container; and
  • Apparently, every inch of the now naked baby's legs, back, and tum. Oh, so many folds.
And that, my dears, was when I called out for the slumbering host-to-be to join me and Esky, so we could put two and poo together.

"Unphaseable" hostess status: Muttering phase.
Duration of phase: 4-5 minutes.
Dinner: So-so...but unburned.
Hostess Outfit: Less cute.
Cherub: Still smiling.
Other unchanged variable: Motab.
Winner on the day: Napisan.

Sunday, November 22, 2009

Sabbath Amusements XI

Yesterday it was my turn to teach Sharing Time during Primary, at church.

I invited the junior primary to sit in a circle while I explained the purpose of the lesson, and that we were going to play a game to help us remember what we were learning. I clutched one of my many, many pillowcases from home, filled with objects, and slowly retrieved one item at a time, reciting what each represented - every object was associated with one of the "Gospel Standards". Once all of the items were spread in the circle's centre, I checked the group understood by picking up the odd item and checking for its attached standard - yep, they got it. Then I allowed 15 seconds of silence for the group to examine the display before returning the stash to the pillowcase and playing "Memory"; to make an item reappear, one child had to name it, and another child had to name which Gospel Standard the object could be used to remind us of.

Yes, there is a DVD in my bag to remind us to only watch good movies and read good books.

Uhuh, you're right, there's an orange in here to remind us to only put good things into our bodies. "Yeah, like no drugs!" cried Melody.

About midway through my bag of tricks, I invited the group's youngest (3), Rogan, to name an item from memory. (The little guy's attention span was holding up alright, but he was getting a little squirmy - evident by his having scooted forward to sit close to the middle of the circle, so other children were craning left and right to see around him.) "What's something else in my bag, Rogan?" He bit his lower lip and blinked. With large and exaggerated movements, I peered into the pillowcase (even thought I knew its contents), then looked back at Rogan, wide-eyed. I then mimed placing a ring on my finger - to remind him of the CTR ring within the bag (to represent the standard of "Choosing the Right"). Rogan blinked again. I then slid my wedding ring up and down, and pointed to it, nodding. Rogan's lashes were his only animation. "Hmmmm, maybe someone could whisper a clue in Rogan's ear?" I suggested, smiling at the other little ones. I had scarcely offered peer-help when three juniors leaned in and loudly whispered "Ring!" in Rogan's ear. Rogan's bite turned into a smile, but his mouth remained sealed. I pecked the air once with my chin to cue Rogan's response. His smile was all he offered. The same three children leaned in to repeat the answer, but this time they were joined by two more well-meaning souls - now hissing the answer; "CTR ring!" and "A riiiiing!" I smiled, twisted my head, and nudged Rogan along, "Now do you know what's still in my bag?" The boy's silence must've been too much for the bulk of the group, because all but three or four of the group leaned in to whisper the answer - to me it appeared as though all of these little, leaning bodies formed petals of a "helping flower" centered around little Rogan's head. Rogan's eyes flew open wide as the petals returned to their places in the circle. And then, the boy spoke;"A reeeng!" to which the circle responded with a sigh of relief.

During Closing Exercises I set about the agenda - which was to include a brief sum-up of the message - how we can be examples by living certain gospel standards. I had not yet reached this point, when none other than Rogan - the formerly mute one - began calling out "EXAMPLE!" intermittently. I think he must have made the word his cry at least 30 times before the time was up.

Hoorah, Rogan found his voice.

Friday, November 20, 2009

Peek-a-bye?

You really shouldn't play peekaboo on your way out of a room. I mean, it's fun for starters, sure, but eventually you're going to have to go do the thing you were leaving the room for - and what then? I'll tell you what - your baby waits. And waits.

Furthermore, now when I leave any room, she waits.

I could see Esky inside last night through the kitchen window as I unpegged washing - craning her neck in a tight arc from her back on the couch - watching the door I'd exited 5 minutes earlier - she remained transfixed on that frame until I reappeared through it, at which point she thrashed to and fro like a freshly-caught fish, only a fish happy about being caught...and capable of showing it. Peekaboo!

Today, when I returned from visiting an interesting elderly woman and her son, I was a little disappointed to see Esky asleep next to Haki on the couch. So much for most-anticipated peekaboo ever. Rats. "I'll get you some day!"

P.S.
video

Thursday, November 19, 2009

A Food-storage Fallback - Masoor Dal

This is one of our family's most frequent fallback foods, as it can be made with no fuss at the end of a shopping week - when there's no meat or extravagant items left in the fridge, freezer or pantry. I'd say the coconut cream is the only item we didn't typically store once...but now that we've become Dal-lovers, it's something I buy whenever it's on special - for the purpose of being curry-ready at all times. I also favour this dish because it has a very simple base, and then each time you make it you can invent a variation with whatever you have on hand, just to mix things up - I'm fond of cooking with what you've got rather than getting what you need to cook (I think we spend more money the latter way). Plus, varying the amounts of each base item doesn't seem to affect the recipe too much - if you don't have as much butter / lentils etc as what's listed, it doesn't seem to matter; make it to your taste. This is from Kate's kitchen - she shared this with me years ago.


  • 2-4 cups rice, cooked
  • 2 1/2 cups red lentils
  • 1 onion, chopped
  • 2 tablespoons butter
  • 2-4 tablespoons curry powder
  • 1/2 can coconut cream
  • 1 small can of tomato paste / 1/2 can tomato purée / 1/2 - 1 full can chopped tomatoes (you decide what colour you want)
  • Veges (optional)
  • Salt (optional)
  • Pepper (optional)
  • Any nuts, seeds, herbs you wish (optional)

  1. Get your rice cookin' if it's not done already. (I use a rice cooker - making this meal even easier.)
  2. Place the lentils in a medium saucepan; bring to the boil.
  3. While the rice and lentils are cooking, sauté the onion in the butter in a large frypan or wok.
  4. Add curry powder, coconut cream, and tomato-ey thing of choice. Simmer over medium heat, stirring often.
  5. Now add any veges you please to (4) - whatever you have on hand. The last time (pictured) I threw in pea pods, rainbow capsicum, sesame seeds, and brocolli florets. Some nights I just shake in a cup of frozen stir-fry veges (great for the end of the shopping week - lentils, rice, tinned sauce and frozen vegetables - all that's needed!).
  6. When the lentils have expanded, frothed, and gone soft, strain and remove with a slotted spoon (or pour into a sieve/small-holed colander) and add to curry sauce.
  7. Mix well.
  8. Add salt and pepper to taste (personally, the salt is a must).
  9. At this point I throw in a dash of seeds or nuts (to keep them crunchy), and whatever herbs smell good in the moment. Most often I add sesame seeds (as pictured), sometimes pine or cashew nuts, and often a snip of something green and leafy - again, whatever's on-hand.
  10. Serve your finished dal over rice. (I find my curry is usually finished at the same time as my rice's 20-25 minute cooking time - I love that.)

Do you already make something similar? What do you love to add? Tried this recipe? What variations do you suggest?


P.S. There's nothing stopping you from adding some chicken or some other meat to this - but for me, the beauty of the dish is that the legumes add so much heartiness and oomph, I don't think it's necessary - so it saves money and fills the gap when the meat supply's running low.

Esky Eats


Tomorrow Esky will hit the official 6-month mark, and this week we've been introducing her to a few new friends; "Avocado" and "Carrot" are their names. These first foods generated sour-lemon responses...but she just kept on eating anyway. Well, they're her first foods if you don't count the time I let her chomp and lick my Mallowpuff...or the day my rebel-without-a-cause dad gave her some carrot cake - literally behind my back, while seated right next to me (he is sooooo lucky I had already corrupted her)...or that one time I gave her a fleck of mashed 'tater off my plate...ignoring thoooose...avy and carrot are her first foods. They're definitely the first time I sat the gal down with a bib and set to it.

Esky's growin' up.

Why I Use Pseudonyms a.k.a. The Closed Door Policy


This has become a hot topic in my lil' world of late, so I thought I'd open it up to my big world - that is...all of yooooou.

I choose to use Pseudonyms.
You may not.
You don't have to.
I'm not attempting to convert you.
If you don't want to, that's fine with me.
But I choose to.

This post is about answering the question that has frequently been posed to me; "So why do you do that?"

Some question-askers have added a second question; "Because you know that if they really want to find out your daughter's name, they will, right?"

First of all, let's clarify "they". When I type "they" - read "all of the baddies".

In answer to that second question, I offer a resounding, "YUP!" Because I do know. I get that if someone really wants to find out my family's last name and my daughter's first name...he/she will.

But I still take the simple pseudonym precaution for three reasons:
  1. I figure the proportion of baddies that are both a) inappropriately interested in my child AND b) have proven themselves highly accomplished hackers /searchers are a smaller number than just group (a) on its own.
  2. I like to compare blogging safety to household security - if someone really wants to break into your house, they will - they'll break a window, pick a lock, or dig a tunnel and jump through red laser beams. But as per my previous point's logic, most criminals are opportunists - the number of window-breaking/lock-picking/ray-jumpers is a heck-of-a-lot smaller than the number that will come in and grab your goods when they find your front door left open (or say, find your door unlocked, and so come in and take your TV, for example). I feel like putting a picture of my child on the interwebs along with her full name is the same as permanently leaving the door to my home ajar.
  3. She's my baby. What wouldn't I do?
So, my choice to use pseudonyms is what I like to refer to as my "closed door policy".

I've heard some say, "There's a whole lot of mommy-bloggers - what makes you think that of the motherload of bloggers online the baddies are going to hone in on you and your little existence?" This is said as though I'm flattering myself - as though I think I am so very special. My answer is this: "Do you allow me to keep a close eye on my child in the park /grocery store without suggesting I'm an overprotective parent? I mean, in those places I don't turn my back and just let loose, but you've never accused me of being arrogant there. Why? Because taking precautions isn't the same as saying I believe my child is the centre of the universe. It is saying she's the centre of my universe - and that I'm gonna make certain I'm not the parent that ends up saying, 'If only I'd been a little more careful'."

Plus, a kiwi park has the potential to host, what, a hundred people on the average day? Compare the internet's average human capacity, would you?

Now many people would chime in with yet another question; "So why don't you just go private?" Yup, I could. I don't want to. I chose this channel because it allows me to share with a greater community. If we return to the home security analogy for a moment - going private is like hangin' out with Jodie Foster in a panic room, to me.

My "closed door policy" is my middle road. Mine. Thanks for honouring my right to parent how I want to parent. Feel free to choose your own highway - put your kid's name in neon if it greases your gears; or put a helmet on your kid whenever they go down a slide - it's your perogative.

Sunday, November 15, 2009

Sabbath Amusements X

Today, during Primary's Sharing Time, Kate was reading from a book by Deborah Pace Rowley.

In the story, she introduced a young boy and girl, their mother, and these fellas:

Every time the boy and girl in the story disagree and fight with each other, their mother says she can hear a "Contention Monster", and sometimes she even looks for the "Contention Monsters" in the area where her two children are playing. Later in the story, the two children make good choices, and offer acts of service. In response, their mother remarks that angels must have been around.

After finishing the story, addressing the junior primary, Kate led with an application question; "Now, tell me by putting up your hand - do you sometimes have 'Contention Monsters' in your home".

Lots of hands flew up. The forthrightness of this group confession - that moments of disharmony do exist in otherwise happy homes - already had me amused. I tried to imagine a teacher asking the same question in adult Sunday School...then shook my head back into the present.

Melody, Kate's own daughter, was amongst the group. Her hand waved high in the air - the teacher's home was reportedly no exception..yup, "Contention Monsters" there too - but this was apparently not enough, she desperately had to show she was listening and involved in her mother's story-telling, and so she answered loudly, "Millions!" She sat back with a giggle and a smile.

Kate melodramatically wilted at the front. Perhaps now wasn't the best time for hyperbole?

The rest of the children became quite excited, and things got a little noisy as we recovered from Melody's whole-hearted and frank participation. Kate drew the group back in by noting that "Contention Monsters" tend to be accompanied by noise, and angels are usually quiet.

My heart welled over with love-juice as she then sincerely described how she had recently taken a rare moment to herself to listen to some church music, and while she was quiet and reverent, she felt the Holy Spirit whisper ideas to her of how to take care of the "millions of Contention Monsters" in her home. As she embraced Melody's contribution to the lesson, this simple testimony became a powerful teaching opportunity, and one I wish to remember.

Ever had an open and talkative child reveal a lot about you or your home? Or perhaps, in earnest (like Melody), make things sound like they're a lot worse than they really are?


Illustrations from Before They Turn Twelve, Deborah Pace Rowley - available from Deseret Book.

Saturday, November 14, 2009

The Queen of Self-Restraint


TODAY:
  • 5 garage sales visited - all in Mosgiel, all within 25 minutes.
  • 5 items needed - a washing machine, dining suite, bed, lounge suite and large ottoman (instead of a coffee table - we embrace feet up and storage combined).
  • 71 things wanted - a shiny, 40-year-old accordian; a "one-time-used" gazebo; a toilet (Haki's mum needs one); a fully-fenced house with lots of decks and windows (for sale next to one of the garage sales); two flower-girl dresses; a stack of 50 patio tiles plus grout; a chess table; two soap dishes; a fluffy grey cat ("free to a good home", according to the man whose brother was given the accordian 40 years ago); a single bed duvet set; an old child's school-desk; a man's hoody - Haki's size; a wooden chair; one boardgame called Scruples; a retro kitchen table (not for sale); a set of three rectangular storage tins; and a fuzzy hand-puppet that squeaks.
  • 0 things purchased.
Back-pats welcome.

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

The Pink Peg Princess

Gosh, what a ripper of a weekend! Bonfires, presentations, farewells...

...and COSTUME PARTIES! That's right, we went to another costume party Saturday.

Here is Esky - The Pink Peg Princess.

Some background:
A couple of weeks ago, a girl we shall call "Melody" personally delivered an invitation for my not -even-crawling-yet daughter, Esky. Talk about popular, the girl still plays "pancake" on the floor and she's got items in her social calendar.

(Like my Paint doctoring of her name? Oooooh yeah)

This was one of two such invitations. When I asked Melody if I would be permitted to attend with Esky's food supply (attached), she said, "Of coooo-oourse!" while making a "Silly you!" face. And that, my friends, is how I piggy-backed my way into the party of the decade.

The Costume:
What, with it being such an excluuuusive event, I knew I really needed to pull out all the stops when it came to what Esky would be wearing. After completing an inspiration wall of designer magazine clippings and numerous concept drawings, I affixed the pictured embellishments to Esky's nighty, shoes, and a cardboard pizza base-come crown.

I could tell from Haki's facial expression that he couldn't envision the ensemble making its way to a runway near you.

My thought process:
  • Esky will only wear it once;
  • She will chew on whatever I put her in;
  • She will most likely pull it apart;
  • If other children pull it apart, I don't want to care;
  • I lack funds for a pre-made costume;
  • My sewing skills are...not skills;
  • I've been busy playing with my brothers-in-law, and that's okay;
  • There are only two kids invited to this thing...and one of the invitations was to a five-and-half-month-old baby (the other to an 8-year-old boy - Chester);
  • Pegs are awesome; and
  • Alliteration is awesomeR.
Great stuff I want to remember:
  • The party had evolved to include more guests - Chester's little sister and a girl staying with Chester's family. Plus, Melody's little sister was there.
  • Esky grasped more of "Pass the Parcel" than I thought possible at her age - boy can she rip off newspaper layers!
  • Esky has not quite mastered the passing part of "Pass the Parcel". It's pretty much always Esky's turn to tear. Hey - you invited the 5-monther.
  • Esky won.
  • The prize was something Melody had decided to re-gift. In fact, her mother said, "Didn't you give that to your little sister this morning?" Reclaimed Indian-gifted re-gift.
  • Leaving without the prize...and knowing it is not in my house right now.
  • Watching Esky beat her first piñata..."with a little help from [her] friends" (name that song!).
  • Playing "Stir the Soup" (much like musical chairs) with me as Esky's legs as she played from my lap...pretty much oblivious.
  • Seeing most of Esky's costume end up on the floor in a pile she tossed around...and feeling chuffed rather than thwarted.
  • Sunday, when Melody leaned over during primary and wiggled Esky's toe as she whispered, "Hello, Little Pink Peg Princess!" Liquid awesome.

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Esky's first Guy Fawkes

Saturday night we went to a bonfire at a friend's place in Taieri Mouth.

I resurrected the Moby to snuggle my munchkin / possum-in-the-headlights.

How I've missed that blessed piece of fabric!

We'd been at the bonfire's side for no longer than 5 minutes before Haki demonstrated an impressive knack for honing in on the best marshmallow-roasting stick and nabbing it. I wasn't complaining...oh-ho nooooo. Double time!

Finger-lickin' goodness.
Fireworks...
...and trippiness.
That's what I get for giving my camera to one of the YSAs...with all of the settings as they should be for the previous shot (outside, in the dark, with fireworks going off at high speed - c.f. nature of this shot).

Personally, I think it's a happy accident...

...while this, on the other hand...

...is what you get when you give the camera to Haki with the mission; "Here, you take some shots, okay?"

I checked the memory later.

There are three shots of this - the BBQ of food he salivated over (provided for the YSAs) - and nothing more. Thanks hon'.

Monday, November 9, 2009

Boys will be boys

Well, turns out there are lingering reminders of my brothers-in-law visiting...namely, of them using our computer.

I was searching the etymology of the word "bonfire" (because that is exactly the type of thing I like to Google)...when I noticed the shortcut "Search" cell on the toolbar had retained a recent search - clearly conducted by someone other than me...


Aw, filmy boys and their "nikon mid range zoom" searches. Bless. Not surprising. Not surprising at all.

But then, while drafting my post about the bonfire, another recent search was displayed...
(click to enlarge)

In their defence - they did see some unusual things on farms around these parts. Who could blame them for wanting an explanation?

One Man, Me and a Baby - Brothers = Gone

My brothers-in-law left Saturday.

I miss them.

But I get the whole - "We have our own wives and families" thing.

Highlights from the rest of the week:
  • The weather. Every day of their visit brought another serving of scrummy sunshine. The lads seized every opportunity to absorb the rays. Here they are enjoying homemade smoothies from the Holy Grails. Note the sunny attire and empty clothes-airer. That's right - the clothes were drying as fast as I could hang 'em!

  • Outdoor shenanigans. Sunny weather meant we could play outside. This meant the gents got to go flying (taking aerial photographs - part of the business-side of their trip), we got to play some tennis and visit some sites (like Baldwin St), and Haki had two companions for a driving range visit. As usual, the brothers displayed a fancy for photography; and posing...
  • Playing more games - including Knucklebones - where Tim pretty much cleaned up. Is it really a game when one player can jockey all five on every level? Really? Games also proved to be a forum for Haki and Tim to make simple things complicated. New bullets? Okay!
  • Haki's drawing while playing Cranium:
  1. Haki draws the flower.
  2. I say, "Flower".
  3. Haki taps the flower. (Please see dots, above).
  4. It being late, I say "Flower" again...instead of naming flowers.
  5. Haki looks frustrated.
  6. Haki begins drawing the duck people.
  7. I cry, "Duck people! ... Girl Duck!"
  8. Haki draws the sun and star, and crosses out the star with vigour.
  9. I say, "Day!"
  10. Haki looks excited.
  11. I figure I'm onto something.
  12. Haki draws the face and line of sight.
  13. I respond, "See! See!"
  14. Haki bounces the pen back and forth between the sun and the line of sight illustrations.
  15. I repeat, "Day - - see....day - see"...and then,
  16. The penny drops as I look at the flower (which I'd long since forgotten)...and the duck lady...and so the solution is given: DAISY.
  17. I decide Haki should have tapped the flower longer - all of those peripheral drawings made me think it was tricky. Or maybe a tulip crossed out and the daisy circled so I knew my husband drew a very basic-looking (daisy-like) flower with a purpose?
  • Nat's charades (all of them) were a definite highlight. For example:
  1. We decided to invent our own things to act out.
  2. Nat is up.
  3. Nat comes up with an idea.
  4. He draws a large square in the air.
  5. We, from the couch, sing out, "TV show!"
  6. Nat nods, and then indicates three words with upheld fingers.
  7. We follow his gestures - first word; sounds like....
  8. Nat squats in the air and produces a constipated face;
  9. We guess, "Poo".
  10. On the nose - sounds like "poo".
  11. Second word; two syllables; first syllable...sounds like...Nat is peeling something...
  12. We shout "Peel!"
  13. Correct. Now Nat is frying something. Second syllable, he explains silently, "sounds like"...
  14. "Fry?" "Cook?" No, the thing he's holding. "Pan."
  15. I decide I've forgotten how many words there are. Syllables, sounds like...what's going on, it's midnight?
  16. Yes. Nat confirms the second word's second syllable sounds like "Pan".
  17. Nat directs our attention to the third word, first syllable. He taps his chest.
  18. "I" is the answer.
  19. Second syllable (of the third word), sounds like...
  20. Nat does a forward roll across the living room floor.
  21. "Roll?"
  22. Now we attempt to string together this mess; a TV Show? "Poo Peel-Pan I-roll?"
  23. Oh, that would be NZ Idol. Of course. What were we thinking? I mean, a "whole thing" (big circle with arms) charade with an air mic would have been too obvious.
  • Eating great volumes. Whether it be a breakfast fit for an apartment-load of men, dining out (Jitsu), or sampling a dish made by Nat (thanks for setting the table, Tim), I enjoyed the week's fare...mainly because of the company. Which brings me back to...
  • The "getting to know you stuff": I know I said it in the last post...but I have to say it again. My sisters "chose...wisely" (name that movie!) - it's been so good spending time with their chosen ones. What a great week...and what a great foretaste of frivolity to come in the festive season - hoorah! See you soon!
P.S. Nat - I know you spaced my Salt and Pepper shakers. It's okay...didn't phase me at all. AT ALL. Of course they're back nestled next to each other.

Sunday, November 8, 2009

Sabbath Amusements IX

Today I thought, "Surely the kiddilicks will be worn out from today's presentation...it's unlikely I'll get a lot of witty material in the classes immediately afterwards".

Wrong.
  • During Music Time our pianist played "The Wise Man Built His House Upon the Rock" with exuberance. As I performed the actions with the children I noted some of my neighbours were making quite a work-out of keeping up. As the song finished, the music leader confirmed what I'd observed by saying, "Wow, Sister J, you played that so fast!" Sister J gave a melodramatic shocked face as she offered an apology. And then, from the middle of the room, Moo stood and shook his fist in the air in her direction as he cried, "I'll get you someday!" If I could only have taken a photo for you. George Herriman's angry mouse will have to suffice. Moo =
  • Ten or so minutes later, Kennedy leaned forward and tapped me on the shoulder from behind. I turned my head and leaned towards him to hear him whisper, "We've been at church a long time now". I smiled in response and nodded slowly wearing my best, "And-later-we're-going-to-eat-you-face" (wide-eyed and leering). Somehow I don't think he got it, because he just leaned back into his seat and resumed singing.
  • During Sharing Time we were learning about how we can put our shoulders to the wheel in the family and avoid shirking responsibilities (like the song). The children brainstormed specific examples of ways they could help around the home - all of which were written onto wagon wheels which were fastened by pegs to a line to make a wagon of helping wheels. To consolidate the message, the lesson closed with children acting out answers from the wheels while the rest of the group guessed which suggestion was the subject of their charade. Everything was going well - "Doing dishes!" (You got it, well done, your turn!) "Cleaning your room!" (Awesome, good acting, that is another way you can help at home) "You're helping with the baby!" (That's right, he was helping with the baby) and then, while Chester was acting out his chore (making the bed), came the answer, "Being a bird?" Did Chester possibly look like he was doing that? Yes. Is there a chance the guesser completely forgot what we were acting? Affirmative. Is his answer especially funny to me when I seriously consider it as a suggestion of how to help in the home? Ab-so-lutely.
  • As time wound on, Roo (a.k.a. Wolfgang), getting a little squirmy, decided it was high time he did something to upset his little brother , Moo (the fist-shaker). Moo, in tears, accepted a nearby teacher's offer to receive a cuddle to make up for the twitchy elder brother's teasing. From the teacher's lap Moo pointed accusingly, "Stupid Roo!" Roo quipped back matter-of-factly, "I'm not stupid." Kennedy, sitting next to him - having witnessed the entire affair turned and remarked, "Yes you are"...to which Roo had no reply. It was at this point that I realised, yes, they were a little tired after starring in the day's sacrament programme.
  • Then came my confirmation - the little dears were worn out, as little Rogan could attest - all the excitement of being on the stand, then off the stand, then on the stand...well, he just crashed in the last 15 minutes and took an end-of-Primary nap sitting up. This time I did take a photo...but I don't have permission to share it here. So you'll just have to picture it. Not the same? Sorry. Come to primary!

*Childrens' names have been replaced with pseudonyms.

Primary Presentation OH-NINE

- my favourite Sunday of the year - today.

And what would this year's Primary Presentation be without these pearlers?
  • Rogan running at high speed from the stand down the aisle to the toilet...four times.
  • The girl in the front row who pulled her knees up to her chin to reveal her knickers.
  • The sweet, sweet soloists who melted hearts.
  • The boy who was prompted word for word by whispers in his ear - and he repeated his given lines word for word...in whispers into the mic.
  • The lad who held up a picture of his family tree and read his talk from the back of it...that was, until he ran out of things to read, and then he just kept moving his lips.
  • Moo - the boy who marched away from the stand after reading his part - swinging his arms high in tight L-shapes.
Everyone involved added something special...but a special shout-out goes to our happenin' music leader - who not only did an incredible job of prepping those kids (memorised words = impressive!), but she also owned those exaggerated expressions and clever conducting cues, and "made them her own". Seriously, that calling comes with a unique mantle of kids'-showness-meets-pure-joy, and she wears it beautifully.


*Childrens' names have been replaced with pseudonyms.

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

Three Men, Me, and a Baby

Nope, this is not a post with the skinny on polygamy, nor the sum-up of an 80s comedy.

It is about this week - and my brothers-in-law visiting to investigate business opportunities down in the Mosgy. As it turns out, like my dadio's, their visit has proven a chance to hang out - that's my dearest (Haki), my two sisters' husbands, Esky and me. (The Scotty is otherwise engaged...chortle).

Highlights thus far:
  • Seeing the men my sisters have married play Unc' to Esky with a genuine interest in her. This is the first time they've met our babe. I like this photo, because I think it looks like Nat (Mariah's man) is being chased by paparazzi. That, or like he's snatching my baby. Either way, there's an energy about it.


  • The "getting to know you" stuff (name that musical). It's been awesome to get to know these two special gents even better. This has also included them getting to know me better - manifest when I awoke to find my kitchen cupboards rearranged as a practical joke...they found my Achille's heel.
  • Hearing Tim (Erika's love) praise Mosgiel and Dunedin; "You can't just pick herbs at gardens in Wellington"..."The shopping trolleys are better in Dunedin"..."I'm loving this weather!" Here he is with the Mollywood sign - which he and Nat discovered has had barbed wire added to discourage photo shoots.

  • Viewing the photos the boys took when they borrowed my camera. Nat and Tim love a) cameras and b) posing. It's awesome. The result? Photos like this:
  • ...playing Scattergories - which deserves a bullet of its own, for sure. Tears of laughter, I tell you, tears. Forget this bullet business, I need to list within this list!

Answers I can't believe they scored for (after debate): "Frogs" for "Hobby" and "Freaks" for "Things that grow" (Haki further supported this assertion by saying, "They come out at night and they grow").

Answers I can't believe I got away with: "Kangaroo" for "Pizza Topping".

Answers I can't believe they disputed: "Nape" for "Body Part" - because someone else had "Neck", and they wouldn't let me take "Kinkiness" for "Things I'm afraid of".

Answers I can't believe struck out: For "Four letter words" Tim and Nat both wrote "Ants". Best friends, I don't know.

Best overall game moment: For "Desserts"....Angela: "Apple Crumble", Tim: "Arabian...oh wait....Desserts!"



I'll close with a revelation; while an Estate is "Something [I'd] save for", Haki is apparently working on an "Elevator" fund I don't know about.


P.S. Would you dispute "A. J. Hackett" as an answer for "Athlete"? I did well to have any answer for that category, let alone one I thought was appropriate. Tim was the only one who had my back on this one...although he added, "I don't know who he is, but based on what you're all saying, I agree with Angela".

Crème Brûlée for Dummies

3-4 years ago Haki and I had a chef teach us how to make this in mug-bottoms. We were impressed, to say the least...and replicated the recipe for 6 servings within the week....consuming the bounty alone. Lately I've had an unusually strong craving to rekindle my relationship with this dessert...thus the ramekins' purchase at the latest $3-bag sale. I only found two that matched, and bought 'em smartly, along with three ramekin-like 30c mugs - all at Sallies. I think equipment is the biggest thing stopping people from making these - but it shouldn't! I made this recipe for 6 and placed it into 2 ramekins and 3 mugs...no blow-torch.

Based on this recipe, here's my variation; Crème Brûlée for Dummies:

Ingredients:

6 tablespoons Hershey's Hot Fudge (in a jar)
6 egg yolks, chilled

6 tablespoons granulated sugar

1 1/2 cups cream, chilled
4 tablespoons granulated sugar, for topping

Method:
  1. I keep my eggs at room temperature for baking, and so placed 6 in a bowl of cold water for 10 minutes while I completed steps 2-3.
  2. Preheat oven to 135 degrees C. Check one oven rack is in the centre position and another is placed as high as possible (allowing space for a roasting dish on it). Butter six (1/2 cup) custard cups or ramekins and set them into deep, newspaper-lined roasting dish (a glass dish is better for even temperature, but I don't have one).
  3. Spoon a dollop of fudge sauce into the bottom of each dessert dish. When we made this with the chef-friend we drained canned pears and arranged two in the base of each dish. You can pretty much put anything you want in the bottom...I went with "Fudge Surprise" this time.
  4. Boil a full electric jug of water.
  5. In a large bowl, beat egg yolks until slightly thickened. Add sugar and mix until dissolved; mix in cream, then pour mixture into prepared custard cups.
  6. Pour the boiled water (still hot, but now cooled down some from boiling) into the roasting dish so that the water level comes up to the height of the custard in the ramekins/mugs. Top up with water from the tap if necessary. (See my fudge peeking through?)
  7. Place in the oven on the central rack. Begin checking from 30 minutes. If you nudge the roasting dish with an oven mit the custard in the centre of each small dish should move, but appear to hold like half-set jelly. The sides should look firm and stiff.
  8. Remove from the oven. Switch oven to grill and 250 degrees C. Spoon a generous amount of sugar on top of each dessert. Return to the top tray of the oven for approximately 2 minutes. (This step replaces the blow-torch step - for others who lack one laying about the house.) I keep the door open and watch at this point - as I want only the tops to cook from the radiant heat, not a boxed, hot oven cooking the entire cups further...plus - you can't see otherwise - they're so high.
  9. Remove from oven and leave in the water bath until cooled to room temperature.
  10. Serve. (I don't chill 'em, I eat 'em warm...and I like it.)

(It's worth checking out the link - as it includes how to adapt your method if you only have a casserole dish, along with a few other nifty details.)
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