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This is my life

Miss Rae: “Mommy, we need a piano. When can we get a piano?”

Me: (somewhat stunned) “We have a piano.”

Miss Rae: “We do? Where?”

Me: “In the Lego room.”

Problem #1: We have a room we call the Lego room.

Problem #2: Our piano is used so exclusively for displaying treasures that my 4 year old sees it as a shelving unit.

This is my life.


Tie Dye

I’m not crafty. 

Does “crafty” mean sneaky and sly? If that’s the case, I’m using the wrong word. I mean, I’m not that kind of crafty either, but maybe the word I’m looking for is “craftsy”?

Yeah, I’m not craftsy.

Meaning, I don’t make my own soap or crochet or hot glue dried flower arrangements onto decorative straw hats.

But I cook. And bake. And most times I follow a recipe. And if you know how to follow a recipe, you can tie dye.

I found such a recipe in a parenting magazine and it was suggested that tie dye might be a wonderful project for kids. Easy. They could probably do it themselves. Of course I suckered and immediately purchased such tie dye colors as tropical blue, and flamingo pink, and the big winner of the evening, burlesque red.

Because I don’t trust every parenting magazine I read, I called in reinforcements, namely my partner in crime, Crystal. She brought along a 7 year old, a 5 year old and a perfect baby. 

Let’s clear some things up from the beginning.

1. Kids can’t do this themselves.

2. Unless you want your house dyed burlesque red, you shouldn’t let them try.

3. Guess what? They don’t want to try. They want to eat snacks, jump on the trampoline and tell you which color they want their shirt to be.

So, as long as we’re clear that 4 to 7 year olds can’t tie dye by themselves, I will say that it’s really easy for 30-35 year olds.

Oh, and it’s also easy for perfect babies.

What do you think?

A swirl attempt

Miss Rae’s sweatshirt

Tropical blue

And the infamous burlesque red. I love this pattern so much!

And while we were slaving away, where were the kiddos?

Playing Mario Kart.


Five on Friday

This has been a weird week. Because I’m technically on vacation, but I didn’t go anywhere. And I wasn’t working…except for I was. So even on this Friday of vacation, I’m exhausted. Here’s why:

1. It seemed like a good idea to invite more 4 year olds and 6 year olds over to the house, so I did.

We had a total of six kids but this is the only photo I got. Because six kids are busy. But I got to catch up with the other mom who was crazy enough to jump into this situation and that was fun!

2. Pickle party!

A friend who is trendier, craftier and generally more talented than I invited me over for a pickle canning party. Truth: I sat on the couch eating cheese and crackers, talking with friends while other people canned pickles for me. It’s the best way to do your canning.

3. I made soup for a friend who just had surgery.

Tomatoes are so good right now I used this recipe with a little variation. It turned out great!

4. Speaking of so good right now, I never want to buy a bag of baby carrots again.

These carrots from our CSA box were so good, even J Man commented on how delicious they were.

5. What should two girls do when both boys are at school?

Mani-Pedi’s, obviously. She chose her favorite color: sparkle.

 As you can see, from my friend’s tweet, sparkle should be everyone’s favorite color.


WIAW: sugar addict?

I haven’t “What I Ate Wednesday’d” in 60 days.

And as I look back at today’s line up of food, it seems that I should do this more often. Why?

Because traveling = eating out for every meal.

And eating out for every meal=an extra 5 lbs. 

And an extra 5 lbs. isn’t a lot, but it’s enough to make my favorite grey capris a little uncomfortable. I like being comfortable.
Anyway, I was certain that once I got back into my regular non-traveling routine, the 5 lbs. would drop away.

Not eating like I’m eating they won’t.

Oatmeal with pineapple, blueberries and walnuts. And coffee. No shame here.

But I had the morning off with my girl and we went to the patisserie and you know my weakness for the patisserie.

Peach brioche. And more coffee (unpictured.)


Soymeat, lettuce, tomato, pickle on a baguette.

With all the watermelon:


Salad and spaghetti plus garlic bread. Well, only the buttery garlicky part of the bread because Miss Rae ate the other parts.

And part of a donut for dessert.

In general, I don’t think I ate bad food today, but for someone who says she wants to lose 5 lbs. I sure eat a lot of sugar!

I might be addicted. I might need an intervention. I might need a juicing day.

I’d better wear my grey capris tomorrow to remind myself.

First day/First grade

I’m just going to leave this here:

One year ago, today. First day of kindergarten.

This year, sans the sippy cup. Why is he so tall? Why does he look like a teenager? Why is time going at the speed of light?

I swear, when I picked him up from his first day of first grade, it looked like he had hair on his legs. Manly hair. Between 8 am and noon today, he grew man hair on his legs.

I need to make myself a hair color appointment. I’m thinking of going blonde. Maybe that will hide the excessive grey hair situation I’ve got going on. And maybe I could get some extra blonde dye for this dude’s legs because I don’t have the emotional skillset to handle man legs.

Green Gage Plum Crostata

I kind of wish we lived in Europe.

In my fantasy Europe life, we eat baguette and cheese for every meal.

We have awesome accents.

And we know about things like grams and kilos.

Our CSA box this week had green gage plums.

I’ve never seen, heard of, or tasted green gage plums before. So naturally I turned to the gods of Google to tell me how to eat these fruits that look like green olives.

Apparently, no one in the U.S. has ever heard of green gage plums but everyone in Europe knows all about them. Recipe after recipe called for 675 grams of this and 275 milliliters of that.


Whenever I don’t know what to do with something, I put it into grandma’s pie crust.

To the random observer, they might think that I was making avocado pie.

Which, to Matty B, would have been equally as appealing as green gage plums, that is to say not at all.


So I made half green gage plum, half apple because I’m an enabler.

350 degrees for 40 minutes.

If I were from across the pond, I might say that I fancied this. Or that it was really spiffing. I really was just chuffed to bits! 

See? Bring on the baguette and cheese.

Green Gage Plum Crostata


1 1/2 cups +1 TBS flour

1/2 tsp salt

1/2 cup shortening

1 egg

1/4 cup hot water

1/4 cup sugar

1 cup sliced green gage plums 

1 TBS butter


Combine 1 1/2 cups flour, salt and shortening until sandy in texture. Add egg and hot water. Knead into a ball of dough.

Roll out onto a floured surface into a circle shape. Combine sugar, 1 TBS flour and plums. Dump into the middle of your dough circle. Tab with chunks of butter. Fold sides of circle up roughly.

Bake at 350 for 40 mibutes.

Thursday Thoughts, XXXIV

1. Try stand up paddle boarding, they said. You’ll look just like Jennifer Aniston, they said.

To be fair, I am standing up, and I am on a paddle board, but that’s the end of the similarities. Also, I might’ve chosen Joey over Ross, so J. Aniston and I don’t have much in common.

2. I tried the new Graze snack boxes.

 Basically, you pay a fee per box, ($12?) and they send you fun snacks every two weeks.

The snacks in my box were (clockwise, top right corner) the cheese board, oatmeal raisin cookie dippers, kettle corn kern pops, and chai latte trail mix.

I actually liked all the snacks- they were creative flavors and I felt like there was a good variety of options. However, the quantity was disappointing. For the amount of money we paid, I thought we should have had more.

3. One of my favorite traditions this summer has been Twitter club.

Confused? I’m an old lady who does social media for my job but my skill set is sorely lacking. Twitter club is me bribing hip college students to teach me how to tweet in exchange for pastries. This is the huckleberry almond croissant from the Colville St. Patisserie and it’s to die for.

4. A really good read from the New York Times: The wedding toast I’ll never give.

Best line: Epic failure is part of being human. 


5. Food tastes better when it’s smiling at you.