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who knew?

kirk — Thu, 15 Jan 2009 14:03:55 +0000

So, I don’t know how it is at your house, but at ours there live two little girls that have grown more and more likely to use the word yuck when looking at the food being prepared for dinner. We have been working on the concepts of “don’t knock it ’til you try it” and “you can start saying yuck when you start cooking your own meals.” Well, that’s all fine in theory. One too many days in a row and that’s it - “You are cooking Thursday night!!!!!!” The look on our 7 year old’s face was great. “But I don’t know how to cook……”

So she says. As soon as she realized that we were serious, she said that she wanted to make her own mac and cheese. She put together a list in ingredients and asked that they be there for her on Thursday. Thursday rolls around, and I look at her and say “Where do you want to start to make dinner? I’ll help, but you have to tell me what to do - you are in charge of this meal.”

Start the water.. and the oven

Get the heavy pan and we’ll melt the butter

Can you reach the flour? I can’t get that high

Stir that please, I’ll add the milk

Please get the pasta down

grate the cheese

I’ll stir, you add cheese…. we need to save some for the top too

And thus it went. Into the oven she placed dinner once we arrived home from our Yoga class. Then a few minutes later I hear “Daddy - I need help. Will you get the pot holders out of the oven - I forgot and left them in with the pan.”

Dinner was excellent!

Bedtime rolls around and I am talking to her and let her know that we would like her to cook once a week. She groaned, but then said “well I guess we will have mac and cheese or pasta with red sauce once a week then.” I said that was ok, or she could plan other things and we could work together to figure out a new to her dinner. “Yeah - I could be your sous chef” Who knew?

to david… (or more finger-puppet revolutionaries)

sarah — Thu, 04 Dec 2008 00:34:03 +0000

A moment ago Ella was playing by the computer while I paid bills. I glanced over just as she said “Hi Mama, I’m Trotsky” as she bounced her finger puppet covered hand toward me.

I can’t stand it

meg — Tue, 04 Nov 2008 01:56:25 +0000

I can’t stand it anymore. Because I want to know who is going to be the president in the White House. I know in 25 hours I will know and I hope it will be Barack Obama!

Who are you voting for?

(Editor’s note: I’m a little anxious as well!! SMN)

Ella Obamagranate

meg — Tue, 04 Nov 2008 00:59:42 +0000

When we were eating dinner we were eating a pomegranate and my baby sister said “Obamagranate”. And it was funny.

Meg’s generation

sarah — Sun, 02 Nov 2008 20:48:01 +0000

I can sooooo relate

sarah — Wed, 15 Oct 2008 16:53:59 +0000

http://www.nytimes.com/2008/10/10/nyregion/10green.html

I had such wonderful intentions

sarah — Fri, 10 Oct 2008 12:04:39 +0000

But that was before the plumbing broke, the cat ran away and the girls got sick…

Check this out

he throw it in the oven

sarah — Sat, 04 Oct 2008 13:05:50 +0000

Those are the words that Ella has been repeating over and over this morning while playing with Gandhi (from the set of Finger Puppet Revolutionaries given to Meg a few years back by Uncle David). I was reading the instructions (for the fourth time) on how to install the walls for our new tub while half listening to her running commentary and it took me a few minutes to figure out that she and Gandhi were play Patty Cake.

… it’s been a while

sarah — Fri, 03 Oct 2008 23:50:59 +0000

but you knew it was coming. 32 days until the election. 32 days of Obama from the moore-nokes

We are the Ones

time suck!

kirk — Fri, 11 Jul 2008 01:58:04 +0000

Wow, I had no idea! I just joined Facebook the other day, and what a time suck that is. I have been looking for people that I know from today and yesteryear. Man that whole name change thing when people get married is really tough. I have no idea if any of the women that I see on the pages are the ones that I knew by other names in High school or college.

Time to leave the time void. I need to get some things done.