And I don't have anything remotely interesting to say on this momentous occasion. I don't even have a cute picture to show. So, instead of sitting here racking my brain for something, ANYTHING, I'm just going to post a recipe.
This is what we had tonight. It's quick and easy. And tasty, if you like tomatoes and chicken. Which I do.
Easy Chicken in Wine Sauce
4 tbsp olive oil 1 clove garlic 3 chicken breasts, cut into strips salt & pepper 1/2 cup white wine 3 tomatoes, diced
Feel free to improvise. I added onions while I was frying the chicken tonight. And I usually only use 2 chicken breasts. And way more tomatoes, because I like lots of sauce for my rice.
If I had know this was going to be today's post, I would have taken a picture. Maybe next time.
You love crawling, eating, and pulling all of the wipes out of the container. You think Noah is the funniest person alive. You are so quiet it is almost stealth-like how you can sneak up on someone. And there's a twinkle in your eye that makes me think you understand much more than you are letting on. Part of me wishes I could freeze time and keep you this age forever. But the other part of me can't wait to see what you do next.
This Halloween started with some Halloweeny crafts. I managed to get 2 in last week. It's a lot easier to come up with crafts to do when there's a holiday on the horizon.
I would have to say these crafts are 10% Noah's and 90% mine. That's how most of them are. But it works out good for us since I love doing crafts and Noah loves stapling and gluing tiny bits of scrap paper together instead of doing crafts.
Our Jack-o-lantern. Again, 10% Noah, 90% me. Noah picked the design off of a website and I replicated it for him.
This was as close to a costume as Abbey got to have this year. Next year I have big plans for her. Hopefully she likes chickens a bit more than Noah did.
But alas, he decided Luigi was just too foreign, too different. He had to go as Mario, again. Did I mention he's been wearing this hat on a regular basis since last Halloween?
Good thing all of my hard work didn't go to waste.
We'll kept the Luigi hat around and hopefully by next Halloween Noah will have warmed up to the idea of being someone other than Mario. And if we're really lucky, the year after that we might finally get that mustache on him!
A while ago, Noah had this sore on his finger and he wanted his daddy to take a picture of it. So Jonathan asked him to hold up his finger. Well, that resulted in hilarity. So, Jonathan told him to hold up his other finger, too. And this is what he got.
We really aren't teaching or encouraging these things. Stuff like this just sometimes happens.
This post is brought to you by the first day of NaBloPoMo. Thanks, Chris, for reminding me about it.
Last year, at about this time, we started painting the cupboards. A few weeks ago, we finished painting them and finally got the doors back on. One whole year. That's about what I expected. And hopefully next year at this time, I'll be writing about how we finally got all the baseboards and trim painted and back on the walls.
I'm kicking myself though. Apparently I never took before pictures of the kitchen. (I'm blaming the fact that we were working our butts off and I was pregnant.) So I have no photographic evidence of how horrible they looked when we moved in. But look at the picture below this. See the trim around the window? Picture that everywhere. The best I can give you is a before shot without the doors.
And here's Daddy's little helper. You can't keep Noah away when Daddy gets the power tools out.
And Abbey gets in on the action.
And finally, the after shot. I was a little shocked by the bareness of it all. I think I'm going to paint the back-splash to bring some color back. We also kinda miss not having doors. It's nice to just glance at the cupboards and immediately see what you're looking for. And it makes putting the dishes away easier. If we ever get new cupboards, I'm putting in some open shelving.
And here's a few pictures from the last couple weeks.
Daddy and Noah goofing around.
Noah, as usual, having a hard time keeping his hands off Abbey.
Playing 'fort' under the kitchen table.
Abbey is pretty much a master crawler now. I forgot how fast they get and how quickly. Yesterday I washed all the floors (which I guess I should start doing more often now) and she just crawled around the house after me. She's started trying to pull herself up onto things. And she started standing in her crib this week. Of course, now that she can crawl all she wants to do is stand and be walked around.
Abbey's been somewhat crawling for about a week or so but last night she really got it. (Of course, it was the night I decide to go out.)
Not bad, huh? I thought being able to crawl would make her really happy, but this morning she's been crawling into walls and such and getting stuck. It's kinda cute, except for all the crying.
