Nurse Maggie

Yesterday I was typing an email with Maggie on my lap. She was watching my fingers intently. She bent her head down to the computer and started kissing my thumbs, then she turned and looked at me and said "Owwie Mama." She was kissing my thumbs because she saw the hang nails on them and wanted to fix my "owwie". She healed them right up!

Death Defying Dog

This past weekend we took advantage of the unseasonably warm weather by painting the shutters on the house. To get to the shutters on the second story Jason had to climb out the window and crawl across the roof. As he was replacing the newly painted shutters Payton (Jack Russell Terrier) decided to don her Evil Knievel cape and crawl out onto the roof with him. Jason said he was screwing in the shutter when he turned for a better angle and noticed the STUPID dog standing on the edge of the roof line looking at the cars parked below in the driveway. You know, every time that damn dog poops in the laundry I wish for her imminent demise, but I don't think I could handle scraping flattened dog off the driveway. Why does every one under four feet tall in this family have a death wish?

Q and A

Q: "Maggie, do you want to play play-doh?"
A: "Noooo."

Q: "Do you want to color with crayons?"
A: "NO!"

Q: "Do you want to play with dolly?"
A: "No."

Q: "Do you want a million dollars?"
A: "Yeah!"

Such was the conversation we had with our darling daughter this afternoon.

The Puppy Has a New Trick

Can-can-can't

This week I baked wheat bread and dinner rolls from scratch and was so proud of myself when they actually turned out edible that I decided to take the next step and try my hand at canning. What an idiot I am.

I took Maggie to the apple orchard again last week to check out the petting zoo and pick up apples for a pie. So of course I ended up with a ridiculous amount of apples and thought, "Ooh, I'll make that yummy applesauce again." But given the teetering mountain of apples I brought home, my over-acheiving brain naturally decided to add more stress to my life and figure out how to can the yummy applesauce. Yeah, not doing that again.

I had to visit four different stores before I found any jars, which is soooo fun with a toddler. Then spent half an hour trying to rig something similar to a canning pot out of my hodge podge of cookware. Finally got the thing rigged up, the recipe prepared, and the cans boiling in the water... but for only a few seconds before the pot boiled over dousing the flame... again... and again... and again. Eventually I did pull three jars of applesauce out of the pot that appear to be properly canned, but who knows. I do know, however, that it will be a cold day in hell before I try this tomfoolery again, especially with a toddler at my feet.