Seis Puerqueños

I don’t share many recipes, but here is one I’m sure you will enjoy (reading about):

1/2 banana
3 frozen giant steroid strawberries
3/4 piece whole wheat bread
3 handfuls of spinach
4 big spoonfuls of vanilla yogurt
1 large splash of milk

Mix all ingredients in blender until “mooooth” (smooth). Yields two servings of Harmon’s Lunch, created especially for picky toddlers cutting all four i teeth.

I however ate nachos and chocolate milk. Not blended.

Ok. I confess. I cannot stay away from the internet for a week. Or even like 5 hours. Now, I have cut back dramatically on my interneting, but I cheated from day one. You know, like 5 hours after I quit. I am weak. I must really love the internet. (I mean come on, how can a person live with imdb or google?) (And even if you could, why would you want to???)

While I am confessing, maybe to shame myself further I should confess what else I did. I had a coke. Just one, and although I went over a month without one and it was well deserved and needed (and SO delicious) I will not be returning to my ways of excessive coke drinking. In fact, I intend to stay on the path of not drinking it at all. Because let’s be honest, my “it’s an emergency, I need/deserve/want/have to have/will die without a coke” excuse is used pretty much any time I see a McDonalds, so better to go without pretty much entirely than to over-do it on a regular basis. But man, what I wouldn’t do for a Dr. Pepper right now…

I may or may not spend too much time on the internet. In order to bring some perspective to my life I will now be taking a break from interneting for a week. Feel free to use my phone should you need me, I promise to try to actually answer it. See you Monday.

People, I have a problem. My favorite sweatpants need to be retired. I have had them for at least 4 years. They are like a best friend. I am kind of feeling traumatized.

What? Just go buy new ones you say? Oh, like it’s that simple. Did I mention the fact that I purchased them 4+ years ago? Guess what, they don’t make them anymore. They make some similar styles, but nothing identical. If only I would have known, I would have stocked up.

Which brings me to my next point. How could I have known they were going to be my favorite? How can you know anything will be your favorite until you have them for a while? What if I bought several pairs just to be safe and ended up hating them? Or, what if I bought several pairs and STILL HAD THEM? Oh man, how awesome would that be?!? (Don’t judge me just because I spend my time thinking about sweats!)

So what do I do now? I have gotten over the fact that the sweats are gone, and I will never find their likeness. But just the other day I came across some PJ pants that I really liked. So comfy, a good weight, not hideous looking, and pretty cheap. Do I buy another pair? Will I only like them and not love them? What do I do?

Oh the tough decisions that rule my life…

We are a family on the go. This means that in the summer when we moved into our ward we were gone a lot. And then I was hugely pregnant and had a baby. That means more absence from church. And when our kids are stick, we stay home instead of infecting others. The end result of this was the perception by many in our ward that we are “inactive” or perhaps only “less active”. Either way, it has come with some real pluses and minuses. Here are but a few.

Pro: Your ward will come carol at your house for Christmas and bring you lovely treats
Con: You will not be expecting this visit and will be inappropriately dressed when you answer the door

Pro: People will go out of their way to stop by and see how you are
Con: These visits will always take place while you are trying to get your kids to bed

Pro: Many people will be extra nice to you
Con: You will wonder which is genuine and which is because you are “inactive”

Pro: Your best friend’s mother-in-law is in the ward and will be genuinely nice to you
Con: You worry your best friend’s mother-in-law will concern your friend of tales of your perceived inactivity

Pro: Said MIL travels a lot and therefore does not concern herself with such things
Con: She doesn’t make best friend come to visit enough

Pro: The bishop will go out of his way to see how you are and how your calling is going
Con: The bishop will claim he did not know you were pregnant, along with the rest of the ward

Pro: Your ward will feel really good when they see you bless your baby at church, because they will think they have brought you into full fellowship again.
Con: Maybe there are some other people who are actually inactive who need the attention

Final result: Don’t let your ward think you are inactive, especially if you aren’t.

I have a secret I need to confess.

First, for those of you who have had the misfortune of meeting Sleep Kelsey, I’m sorry. For the rest of you, just count your blessings.

It seems I need a bit more sleep than the average person. Ok, maybe that’s an understatement. I need like 12 hours of sleep a day to feel like I got enough. And what happens when I don’t get that much? Well I feel like junk. But what happens when I get very very little sleep, or am woken up in a state of extreme tiredness? Sleep Kelsey.

Sure, you are thinking I am just tired or a bit grumpy, but not so. Sleep Kelsey is an entity of her own. She yells (at random people). She punches pillows. She launches pillows across the room. She breaks down in the hallway in a pile of tears. She is very rude, very snappy, and I think it would be the understatement of the year to say you would not want to be friends with her.

Luckily for everyone, she had not been seen in years. Even after having Harmon, I managed to sleep enough to keep her at bay. Having two children? Not always so conducive to napping. And having a baby obviously means getting up a fair amount in the night. I think you can see where I am going with this. That’s right, lurking around our house lately: Sleep Kelsey.

The good news is twofold. First, it seems that as I get older, the more I am able to control the out of control entity that is Sleep Kelsey. Second, and less surprisingly, as Sammy gets older (and I finally got DVR) I am getting a little bit more sleep.

So friends, it seems you can all rest safely, knowing that Sleep Kelsey has been put to bed. At least until Sammy starts teething…

Here are some pictures of my kids to prove I’m still a nice person. Of course they are making funny faces. So maybe I’m only halfway nice.

If you came upon a front door with a pair of shoes on either side and the door itself completely unobstructed, where would you leave a package?

Turns out if you are UPS you choose the dirty shoes to the right.

[P.S. UPS guy, if you are the same guy as yesterday’s delivery, stop talking on your cell while driving. Not safe.]