My Quick Takes are a day late because Baby J, Lucy and I went downtown with The Chef's mom to represent at the Rally for Religious Freedom.
Baby J and I found some dappled shade under some young trees. She was toddling around, carrying a green onion she found in the dirt (I don't know where it came from, but it made her extremely happy.), when I heard someone say, "Don't you just love it when they first start walking?"
I looked up and saw a young couple. They were both sporting tattoos, he had those stretched earlobes and a mohawk so long that it was in a ponytail. They were carrying their homemade pro-life signs and smiling.
We were conversed for a minute or two.
Then she told Baby J, "Give your mom a hug, because she chose to have you."
You just never know by looking at someone how similar your hearts might be.
Wednesday, at 5:30pm, was our scheduled family photo shoot for the parish 100 anniversary book. The Chef had strict instructions to be home by 5. I had already dragged Baby J through many stores searching for the recommended "long sleeves for adults" shirts, score for the Chef, zero for moi. I found and ironed shirts for the boys, the cutest hand-me-down bubble for the babe, and had coordinated summery shades for everyone. I even put my hair up in hot rollers, when someone puked.
Frantic, I made some calls, went online to re-schedule, but alas! No dates that worked for us. I made an executive decision.
We could not abort this mission.
Leaving no man behind, except the Chef, who of course is cursed by the traffic gods, we went in.
After the Chef shaved and changed in the parish center bathroom, we were good to go. And wouldn't you know, the puker was the only one who looked good in any of the pictures?
Seriously, the guy cropped off the tops of some of my kids heads, but my big white knees show. Plus, he had me face the light but turn toward the camera, so I look like one of the flat fish with both eyes on one side of their faces.
|kind of like this, but with a jacket on because of the need for long sleeves|
Featured recipe of the week: PW's Apple Dumplings.
They're loaded with healthy all-natural ingredients like crescent roll dough and mountain dew and a pound of butter. No, really. We doubled the recipe, and it called for FOUR sticks of butter, but Lucy spaced out and only used three, thankfully. The dumplings were still swimming in it. She was really spaced out, because she accidentally used the diet mountain dew that I keep on hand for my one friend with food issues. Not health issues, just general weirdosity. You know who you are, and I know your mom is reading this and she know too.
Even with diet mountain dew, incredible. And don't worry about them being too healthy, because a batch serves 8 and only uses two apples. You do the math.
I can't upload a photo of them, because we ate them all. I will upload this photo of the cookbook though.
I have a love/hate relationship with PW. I mean she's so dang happy, and everything is all sunsets, and wild mustangs, and cowboys. I get kind of disgusted.
And her food. Butter, butter, and more butter. I'm all for butter. But canned beef consomme? Wth? And beef bouillon cubes? I mean I feel pretty uncomfortable about crescent roll dough, not to mention mountain dew. She's no health guru, that's for sure. For me, PW is like funnel cake. You know it's bad for you, but sometimes, you just go for it.
Also, the choir was beefed up with some beautiful soloists and trumpets. They're playing all of their greatest hits this week, like our pastor's favorite, "O God Beyond All Praising." and my number one, "The King of Love My Shepherd Is."
Perverse and foolish, I have strayed,
And yet in Love, He sought me.
And on His shoulder gently laid,
And home rejoicing, brought me.
Edmund said yesterday, "Peter is being a jerk."
And weary of having to referee this testy sibling relationship, I busted out my UD philosophy skillz and explained, "Peter is ontologically Jerky. It is his essence. He cannot be what he is not. Jerkiness is his is-ness. He is being what he is."
It totally worked. Edmund walked away with a glazed look in his eyes.
After four days of a stomach bug, I discovered that you can skip the whole BRAT diet thing. What really cures is the banana pudding milkshake from Chick-fil-A. It helps to have one milkshake a day for a few days, to be certain that the healing properties take effect.
If you don't care for bananas, vanilla long johns are another good option.
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The credit for introducing me to the comedic genius of Tim Hawkins goes to MJDMom and The Colonel.
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