Pretty Pretty!

I've been organizing my photographs, a daunting task, but  I stumbled on these and thought I would share. This is when my mother came to visit shortly after Matheson's birth.  It was a special day, one of the first Autumn days to be enjoyed at the park, and Matheson's first trip to the park at all.  Sort of.  This is Oregon, folks! (On one of the few days out of the year when it isn't raining.) 

We ate Tuna Sandwiches, was so yummy!

Building Character

This morning My neighbor knocked on my door.  She came to tell me how to take care of her chickens while she is away.  We chatted for a while, and then she left.  When she left, Jedidiah came up to me with a look of desperation and a pair of shoes.  He said "Wan go to the tittins!"  (Chickens).  I did not want to bother my neighbors while they were getting ready to go so I told him we had to wait.  That was when his world crumbled to pieces.  No matter what I told him he could not understand that the Chickens were going to have to wait until later to see him.  He cried and screamed, and then started to pull his stroller out and it was just pitiful.  But I decided to use this situation to teach him about life.  "Son, its very hard to wait.  I have had to wait for a lot of things and it is very hard. In life you are going to have to wait, it is inevitable.  But you know what?  Waiting can build character and character is good for you." Now, Jedidiah (age 2.5) looked at me and said, "Not Build the tarachter, wan go see the tittins!!" 

He sounds like me sometimes.

Today I attempted at making pita bread from scratch.  It was a lot of fun, and we had a very warm and cozy breakfast of homemade pita bread with scrambled eggs.  This is a photo of the final pita that went into the oven.  I threw it in the oven quickly so I could finally sit down and enjoy my breakfast when along came the fire alarm.  The fire alarm usually goes off about three or four times when making a meal, but usually it doesn't actually accompany small amounts of smoke and a burning smell, which it did this time.  It is not going to be useful for bread but maybe for using as a storage container.  Also, I kept insisting that it looked like Africa or Papa New Guinea but Isaiah insisted that it was just an odd shaped bread.  It did, break however, and I am convinced that the hole looks like India or the U.S. j

Mother's Day 2012

Every time I write the words 2012 anywhere (which isn't very often because mostly all I do is wipe messes up and stuff like that)  I imagine the Apocalypse and wonder which day this year the world will end?

But what does it matter?  We know we have a good and faithful God, and when the world does end, I hope my heart will be ready and it will be a joyous and triumphant event.  In any case, we must keep living and breathing and doing good in this crazy mixed up world we live in. Which is why I am so thankful for Mother's day, because it is a celebrating something beautiful in the world.  I am thankful that in this life I have had the opportunity to be a mother.  Which is why we went out to lunch.  This was our first time taking BOTH of them out to eat.  If anyone from Eugene can guess where we went based on these photos then you will be happy and full of warm memories.  We always wind up coming back here after we deliberate over which other restaurant to go to for several hours.  I guess it feels like "home."

Jedidiah ate a half of a burger, french fries and several spoonfuls of Ketchup.

Matheson ate three french fries, two saltine crackers, and a napkin.

I'm a mom! 

I really wanted to share (in my last post) my dinner with the whole Internet world.  The reason why is because I think that my dinner was a lot more worthwhile of an investment to look at than many other things you might have looked at in that three minute span of time, such as yahoonews discussions on the name of Jessica Simpson's baby.

Out here in the NW, people only crack their grills out for a few months out of the year, and you will be hardpressed to find a single grill in a public park.   I really really miss the smell of grilling meat at the park.  Where I come from we use our grills in place of our stoves, and we go to the park and we grill.  Supposedly, eating a lot of grilled food gives you cancer.  But we sure did enjoy our carcinogens over the years and made many memories.

And not only did WE go to the park and grill, but lots and lots of great big CUBAN families went to the park to grill. So it was like one big happiness of hot sun, the smell of charcoal, swatting mosquitoes, laying around, and Cuban music while Cuban people chase their little kids around. 

Thankfully I can carry a little bit of this memory wherever I go, because wherever I live summer will always come, even if it is just for a few weeks. (Such as Eugene Oregon)  We can still crack our grills out of the garage and dust them off and eat outside like people were meant to do every now and then, and make our own memories doing so.  Only, I don't usually find a pic-nic table full of Cubans in my back yard in Eugene Oregon, so I guess I am just going to have to leave that in my  memory.

Bye the way-  Those were some YUMMY burgers!