Overheard today at Costco

“Eeny, meeny, miny, mo!”

“I’ve been looking for pens all day.”

“They don’t have those spring rolls that I like.”

“You sound like a little man!”

“…goes well with some avocado.”

“What would I do with two of ’em?”

“It’s just so darn good, I can’t wait for it to thicken up.”

“Daddy, want me to sing a song to you?”

“I tell ya, when we got back, I took a shower every day.”

“Don’t know, don’t care.”

I can’t believe it expires that quick!”

“I find a margarita in the morning really launches my day.”

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of Easter dresses, and bunnies and posers–not poseurs.

Things That Make Me Happy: unexpectedly finding a friend who has a hand-tame rabbit that I can sit next to Violet for her Easter pictures. Luckily, I also have a friend who has a daughter the same age, so that way we can help each other out with baby and bunny wrangling.

Ideas For a Cute Photo Shoot: Easter dresses on the babies. A whole carrot with the carrot greens still attached for the babies to feed the bunny. A sunny, dry day in the park would be perfect, but…this is Washington. Outdoor lighting would really be ideal though. Any ideas Ashley?

Today I made the best baking powder biscuits I have ever (ever) ever tasted.

make these as soon as you get up tomorrow morning. No “Iff’s” “ands” or “But’s”…well, maybe a bigger butt.

The Most Amazing Biscuits Ever*

2 cups all purpose flour

1 T sugar

1 t salt

3 t baking powder

1/2 cup cold butter

(optional) dash of dill/nutmeg/chipotle pepper powder/thyme/rosemary/etc. depending on what you are serving it with. I did dill and it was awesome.

3/4 cup cold water.

Heat oven to 450. Mix dry ingredients together. Cut in cold butter with a pastry cutter (no touching with hands) till butter bits are the size of bread crumbs–no bigger than a pinky fingernail. Pour cold water over the top and mix gently with fork–don’t over mix.  As soon as the dough is formed, place it on a flour-dusted counter top and roll or press till 1/2 inch thick. Use an inverted glass or a biscuit cutter to cut out the biscuits and place them on a baking tray. Take the remaining dough bits and gently gently gently press them into a 1/2 inch thick round and cut out remaining biscuits. Take the leftover bits and just bake them along with the biscuits for like…7-12 minutes ish (?) I just waited till they were lightly brown on top. serve hot.

*Disclaimer: these might not actually be the best biscuits you’ve ever had, because it might be that I am just better at this whole baking thing than you are.

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in chronological order

Today:

Sleeping in

Leisurely morning

Church

Picking up some homemade meatloaf

Picnic in the park

Visiting with friends

Dinner at my parents house

Shotguns/gravel pits/blowing garbage into tiny bits

In the hot tub with family

Some mango vodka drink with a jalapeno at the bottom

Homemade fudge

Sleepy drive home

Blogging/Facebook/feeding Violet

Bible

Bedtime

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Twitter tweets are for birds

and self-absorbed narcissists. Do you Twitter? Please stop. Everyone, please stop! This media darling needs to be disposed of the old-fashioned way, back before people thought everyone cared about what they ate for lunch or how mad they are at their cable company. The hottest new Twitter phase? Celebrity tweets; because you really do need to know what J-Lo, Scar-Jo, and Li-Lo are thinking–right now.

I applaud the inventors of this idea; they give us an intimate pulse on sunken societal values, where a “Me-First” generation can truly appreciate the art of self.

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Here’s to my day

Here’s to my sibling that wrote “Hi” on my windshield with pieces of tortilla.

Here’s to the man out walking with a walkman and headphones.

Here’s to my daughter who stole her friend’s teething cookie and put the whole thing in her mouth till it dissolved.

Here’s to the little boy at the grocery store that made my daughter laugh.

Here’s to my husband who smacked his head on a doorjam today at work.

Here’s to my sister-in-law who named her son today; Ethan Pace.

Here’s to the cat my daughter loves.

Here’s to me holding Violet while I vacuumed to keep her from being scared of the vacuum cleaner.

Here’s to my brother’s girlfriend for forgetting her phone…again.

Here’s to friends at small group.

Here’s to family at small group.

Here’s to my life.

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Great things that come in 4’s

A four leaf clover

The Beatles

The Indiana Jones series

The Gospels

Four horsemen of the Apocalypse

North, South, East, West

Four chambers in a heart

Four seasons of the year

The number of movements in a symphony

Four suits of playing cards

The Fantastic Four

A quartet

Players needed in the game of Foursquare

The Libby brothers.

That’s right–Violet is still the only girl cousin. My sister-in-law had her baby this morning,and her track record is still going strong: boy #4. Here’s a cute picture of Violet and her new little cousin who she wanted nothing to do with.

Cousins

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3 Things

1. My sister-in-law is labor right now. So far Violet only has boy cousins, so we are hoping for a girl. C’mon Megan, think pink!

2. I–and by association, Violet–had the greatest sugar/caffeine high ever today. I got a white chocolate mocha at starbucks, and I felt so amazing afterwards that I seriously wonder what drugs they slipped me. I drank it at 5:30, and by the time AJ got home at six, both Violet and I were literally bouncing off the walls in euphoric caffeinated delight. Since we felt so incredible, we took an amazing walk  and played at the totally awesome park next to our house. AJ was bemused.

3. Today Violet and I went to Target with my sister Angel. Naturally, Angel and I went into the toy section to play with baby dolls and see what Violet thought of them. Prepare to be creeped out; baby dolls aren’t what they used to be. Check this out. (Seriously, just click on the link so you’ll know what I’m talking about). If toy manufacturers ever want a good gauge on whether or not they’ve gone too far, they should ask a real baby. Violet would have nothing to do with them. (There’s tons of different types, and we played with them all). She kept a pretty sharp eye on them, but would not touch them or even crack a smile–just very seriously surveyed the shelves of creepy cooing babies.  Makes me want to get some; one goes in the bathroom, another in front of the stairs, still another in the pantry. They could be marketed as “Mommy’s Creepy Little Helper.”

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