Thursday, April 30, 2009

An Adventure of Another Sort...

Tonight's Culinary Adventure has been postponed until tomorrow.

I have a DIFFERENT kind of Adventure awaiting me in the kitchen right now.

It is called urine and feces.

Brian changed Joseph's poopy diaper after dinner, and left him naked to go start the bath.

It had been at least 15 minutes since he had pooped, so he was obviously finished.

Except that he wasn't,

And he popped a squat right there in the middle of the kitchen.

Shat all over and then peed on top.

And then staggered about in the urine slip-n-slide for a while.

And then...

What's that?

I had you at "Urine" and "Feces?"

I knew you'd understand.

New Poll

As some of you have noticed, I haven't been posting as much these past weeks.

I read something somewhere about how the ideal posting quantity is about 3-4 times a week so as not to overwhelm readers, and I have been a little gun-shy since then.

Plus, I have rediscovered my love for air-popped popcorn and a movie during Joseph's nap time.
Pure heaven.
And cheaper than online shopping.

Please refer to the survey to your right...
You can choose more than one option.

By the way, in my crockpot right now is some homemade RHUBARB applesauce! Couldn't you just die?! My sister made some last night and topped it with whipped cream...yummm....

But before you become intimidated by my culinary skills, let me just say that I am just serving scrambled eggs and waffles for dinner.
Lucky, lucky Brian.

Mood Swings


Taken within a 1 minute time period:

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I prefer Happy Joseph- can he come out to play more often?




Tuesday, April 28, 2009

More Lessons Learned

Today, Joseph learned that:

1) Going outside during a hailstorm can be painful. He insisted on going outside, and I complied with a smile. I wish that I had had my camera handy! He looked SOO surprised, started crying, and ran back in!

2) If he climbs onto our end table, he can reach the top of our tv to get at the DVDs sitting on top.

3) If he climbs ON TOP of the TV, he will fall.
(Well, let's HOPE he learned this, because it happened.)

4) Sunglasses look very cool.

5 AND MOST HORRIFYING) How to twist off the lids on various bottles that he finds in our bathrom drawers and cupboards.

You know, like toothpaste, Cortaid, MONISTAT... yummy things for babies.

6) While Mommy takes a shower, he can do pretty much whatever he wants.

Never a dull moment, with this kid around...

(Well...okay...a FEW dull moments...)

Monday, April 27, 2009

For Lack of Words...

I sit here with a steaming cup of hot chocolate,
and a blank mind.

I have nothing for you.

Except, perhaps, these pictures of Joseph doing a little "bird watching" this morning.

Let's hope something exciting happens tomorrow.

And until then, let's hope something exciting is on tv.

Thursday, April 23, 2009

I Love Him.




Thursday’s Culinary Adventure


Tonight, on our Culinary Adventure:



I got this recipe from my dear cousin Julie, who raved about how delicious it was.  I couldn’t wait to try it!

Brian had to play Wallyball (hard to explain) with some of the bosses from work last night, and didn’t get home until 7:30.


Exactly the kind of night that needs a little Rhubarb Cake Comfort Food to get you to bedtime!


But, if there are two things that I have learned in life, they are that:

1) You never turn down the bosses when they want you to come play with them.  Even if the sport is a made-up one like Wallyball.

2) Now Brian owes me.  And that is a very good place to be.


So, Joseph was my helper again! 

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Here we go!

You will need:

2 c. chopped Rhubarb

1 pint Heavy Whipping Cream

1 c. sugar

1 Yellow Cake Mix (plus the eggs and oil that it calls for)

Mix up the cake mix as directed by the box.

Here is Joseph’s face when I turned on the mixer, and about one second afterwards:




A note for all of the one year olds reading this Adventure tonight:

For future reference,

This is not exactly “helpful,”  IMG_3003

and neither is this  IMG_2995

nor this (yummy, but not helpfulIMG_3001



(Any advice on how to clean the mixer--it can’t get wet-- would be greatly appreciated.  Otherwise, I am throwing it in the trashy-poo.)


Now, pour the cake into a 9x13 pan and sprinkle on the 2 c. of chopped rhubarb     IMG_3007



After a particularly whiny, tedious day, this is me briefly contemplating giving Joseph the (poisonous) rhubarb greens:

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But,  OF COURSE I didn’t because I still love him so much.

See?    IMG_3016

I’m a good mom!     IMG_3017

See?    IMG_3019


Sprinkle the 1 c. sugar on top of the rhubarb (I got grossed out and did a little less.  Like maybe 3/4c)

and then, close your eyes and pour that WHOLE PINT OF HEAVY WHIPPING CREAM OVER THE TOP.IMG_3012

I’m sorry that we will all die of heart-attacks immediately.  You win some, you lose some, remember?

Bake at 350 for a bout 40 minutes.

Halfway through, I peeked:    IMG_3024

And done:


I was skeptical about how it looked. 

All of the rhubarb had disappeared, and some milky substance was bubbling up the sides.

I called Julie for some guidance and reassurance, but she didn’t answer.IMG_3038


Being the Adventurer that I am, I dug in anyway…


Taste Testers Say:

Caitlin:  Oh. My. Gosh.


Brian:  Wow!  That is Really good!


Jospeph:  “YUMM!”



So good!  I can’t really describe what it tastes like. 

Goodness…it tastes like sweet goodness.

At times I would think, “Rhubarb cake?!  You are too sweet!” 

But then, I would get a bite of tart rhubarb, and the cake whispered back, “No, I ‘m not.”

I’m in love.

Come on, make it!  Let’s all be chubby together, shall we? 

Oh, but if you don’t like a super-moist, kind of soggy, runny cake, then this recipe isn’t for you.

Also, I am not for you.  I am firmly against you.


Grade: A+

PS:  I do think that I am going to add an extra cup of rhubarb next time I make this. (Tomorrow…)  Just for fun.

Adventures at the Walmart Optical Center



I am back in contacts!! 

Well, I have 3 more trial pairs left (once-a-days) and then two weeks in glasses while Walmart orders more, but THEN I am back in contacts!

The world is so clear!  So big!  So rim-free!


And, boy, do I have a story to tell.


I decided to go to the Walmart Optical Department to get my new patient exam and contacts.

Because Walmart = cheap.

You get what you pay for, I suppose.



So, I walked in and said, “Hello!  I have a 6:00…”

Sit down here.”  The receptionist lady interrupted.

And handed me my paper work.

Okie dokie, then.



I was filling out my paper work when I heard one of the office managers/optical assistants (?) say, “Oh, S**T!”


What?”  asked the other lady.

I forgot that I can’t take this laundry detergent home because I drove my scooter to work.”

Oh man, ain’t you got a basket or nothin’?”

No.   S**T.”

Clearly, these two were professionals. 



The one with the excellent grammar led me back into an exam room of some kind.

Let me note that she was COVERED in macabre tattoos and had a ginormous fake flower stuck in her hair.  A little contradictory, but whatev.

“Put your head here.” she stated blandly.

I looked into a machine at a picture that kept going in focus and out of focus.  Checking my eyes for something.

Now this one.”

I moved to another machine where I gazed at a multi-colored flashing light.

Just then, a little voice in my head said, “Wait a minute, Caitlin, isn’t this the one that…”


My eyes were blasted with a stream of air.

Wasn’t she going to warn me?!!

You know, “This one is going to puff some air in your eyes so don’t get startled and fly back in your wheely chair clear across the room!”

I had to roll myself back to machine-of-doom from across the hall and face round two of air puffing.

I was blinking and jerking around like a crazy person.

Don’t blink.” she ordered.

“Umm…okay.”  I stammered.

And continued to blink frantically.

It took her 3 tries to puff air into my terrified eyeball.



She led me into a room to wait for the doctor, while she and the other assistant continued their foul language-ridden conversation down the hall.




The doctor seemed nice enough and got right down to business.

After the exam, he took me into another room to try out some contacts.



It was taking me a while to get those puppies to stay in my eyes, and I started feeling embarrassed.

Oops!”  I giggled awkwardly, “Why can’t I get these into my eyes?”

I don’t know.”  Stated the Doctor.  Deadpan.


Don’t you think that MAYBE it’s because I haven’t worn contacts in two years?

I started hating him.



He continued to write on his clipboard for a while, then sighed loudly, put down his pen and said, “Here.”

While he










Without washing his hands or anything!!!!


I was in shock and didn’t know what to do with my face.




Grab his arm and firmly explain to him about little things called GERMS?



I just kept thinking, “Oh man, I can’t wait to blog about this.”

My follow up appointment is next week…



Wednesday, April 22, 2009

My Life as a Caitlin



I have been paying the Idaho Power bill, with a check that has my name on it, for 2 years now.

AND I am the one who set up the account and spelled out my name.

They must not read my blog.

A New Favorite Food-






Joseph eating couscous is not my favorite- for obvious reasons:


Tuesday, April 21, 2009

A Bong, Revisited.


Wowza, who knew that so many people knew so much about bongs?

I have received several notes from people, and revisited the conversation with Brian. 

Yes, apparently he meant a bong like a smoking-bong and not a BEER bong. 

And no, he didn’t correct me when I continued at the time as if he was talking about a beer bong, but it is in his best interest to keep me happy so maybe he was just going along with it.

And yes, he is a very smart man who, apparently knows his bongs.

The smoking bong looks a bit more like the shirt:

IMG_2916     VS.          bong


So, Brian’s reputation is saved.

Or is it??

Things Not Experienced



Joseph was running around in one of his adorable new summer shirts the other day.


So cute, right?

So I asked Brian, “What do you think of Joseph’s new shirt?”

Which, of course, means “Praise me on my outfit choices and justify my money spending by telling me how adorable our son looks.”

Brian said, “Oh yeah, he looks cute.  Except that it looks like he has a bong on his shirt.”

Me: “A Bong?  Like a beer bong?”  (Because isn’t there also a smoking type bong?  I am unsure.)

Brian: “Yeah.”

Me:  “Huh.  Does it?”

Brian:  “Yep, I think so!”

Me:  “Wow, it’s supposed to be a bowling pin.”


A few minutes later-

Me:  “Wait, isn’t a bong like funnel shaped or something?”

Brian:  “Oh yeah.  I think you might be right.”

Me:  “Hmm.  I think so…”

Brian:  “Well, in that case, cute shirt!”


So today, I searched Google Images for beer bongs and this is what I found.95

Yeah, not so much like the shirt

IMG_2916 VS. 95


This is what happens when you are married and

working full time before you turn 21!

(And when you are pure and innocent like me!  Right Mom and Dad?  Right??)


Monday, April 20, 2009




This weekend was a weekend of firsts.

-First encounter with the sprinkler

IMG_2889 (aren’t those tiny swim trunks to die for??!!  And he looks like such a dork in that sun hat- hahahahaha!)

 IMG_2892 IMG_2894

It looked promising, but didn’t end up going so well.

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-First time pooping in the tub(Not pictured.  Brian wouldn’t let me, saying something about it being to gross??  Strange man.)


-First time sitting up at the table in a booster seat



-First time getting to see the “Quack-quacks” (birds) at the bird feeder while eating lunch.



- First time seeing a bird get EATEN BY A CAT…

That’s right.  About 30 seconds after I took the picture of him pointing at the bird, one of our cats jumped up and got him!

I ran screaming outside, grabbed the hose, and sprayed the heck out of our cat, yelling “Drop him, drop him, drop him!”

While my innocent son bore witness.

And called, “Mama?”

He probably thought that I was crazy.

I came in and sat down shakily to continue lunch with my baby.

Bye, bye, Quack quack.


Well, you win some, you lose some, right?  All in all, not a bad weekend!


Oh, and look what I found when I came back from a quick bathroom break today-




(smashed hard boiled egg that he had swiped from the fridge!!)


(He was showing me a piece of the shell)

Naughty boy!