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Showing posts with label raising children. Show all posts
Showing posts with label raising children. Show all posts

Monday, August 15, 2011

You Can Never Have Too Many

Interests 
Especially if you're me.  I spent a few years loving green tea Kit Kat, a couple of weeks obsessing over what to make with my first ever bag of matcha, but two yogurt smoothies and one cheesecake later I'm done with it.  Maybe. Some green tea crepes, I think would be nice.  Until my essential oils arrive.  It's all spurned by stuff you can't find on Saipan.  And boredom.

Vacations
I never had vacations before.  Heck, I never even used to take a break.  Why didn't anyone ever tell me they were so fun? 

Snacks
If you don't believe me, take all the snacks out of your house during summer break.  Enter havoc.

Books
"Can I go to work with you tomorrow, mommy?"
"I've got meetings all week baby, sorry."  
 "But I need something to read." 
"Pey, did you even read the ones I just bought you?
 "Done, mommy."
 "Already?"
 (Not that I'm complaining)

Sunday, August 14, 2011

I Love You This Matcha

I had planned on resting today, even took my medicine for this icky flu, but a nagging desire to bake a matcha cheesecake came over me, and who am I to deny desire?  So, Nan and I made a quick run to gather our ingredients and I spent yet another afternoon this weekend barefoot and in the kitchen. Here's my recipe, adapted from this recipe, that worked for us!

Crust recipe:
6 tbs cubed and cold unsalted butter
1 - 2 tbs caster sugar (I just used regular granulated)
7/8 cups flour
1 1/2 tbs cocoa powder

* Use a food processor or hand mixer to combine all these ingredients until you get a gritty texture.  Be sure the butter is cold so that you don't end up with a muddy mixture.  You want it to sort of look sandy and feel dry to the touch.













Press the crust mixture firmly into the bottom of a lightly greased pan (9 inch is good) and bake for about 25 minutes at 365 degrees.
Cool the crusts before adding cheesecake filling.

 Cheesecake batter: Preheat your oven to 360 degrees.
16 - 18 oz. cream cheese
1 can sweetened condensed milk (14 oz.)
2 large eggs
3 1/2 tbs matcha (green tea powder)
1/2 cup of chocolate chips (white or milk)
1 tbs unsalted butter


Melt butter and chocolate first and set aside.
Use a handmixer to beat the cream cheese until it's soft, then slowly add condensed milk.
Add the eggs one at a time.
Combine a cup of this cream cheese mixture to the chocolate mixture and save it for later.  This will be what you use to create the swirls in your cheesecake.



Add matcha into the remaining cream cheese mix.  We put ours in a tbs at a time so that you don't get dark green spots.  Whisk until all the matcha is incorporated into batter.










Pour your batter into the cooled pan and use a spoon to drop dollops of your chocolate mixture randomly into the pan. Use a butter knife to make pretty swirls.  You might want to drop the cake pan carefully on the counter a few times to get trapped air bubbles out.  Wrap the sides of the pan with foil to avoid the cheesecake spilling over while it's cooking.  Put your cake in a water bath (I just added 1 1/2 cups of water to a large pan) and bake for 40 minutes at 360 degrees.


Super Important: As soon as you take your cheesecake out of the oven, run a butter knife along the edges of the pan so that it won't crack as it shrinks.  It'll start shrinking almost immediately and if you don't do this, it will just stick to the edges and look like an earthquake hit it.  Cool it on counter and then refrigerate. Try and keep yourself from eating it before it's cold.
This green tea cheesecake is Peyton approved!

Monday, June 6, 2011

Get Registered

I sign up for notifications all the time.  I know when there's a two for one sale on hand sanitizers and when I can get free shipping plus a really huge discount on wear-to-work outfits.  Every night at about 6:00 pm, I get a ScreamFree Parenting tip and Aeoropostale never let's me forget when "the last day to save!" is.

Probably the most important thing I ever signed up for though is the Sex Offenders Registry. Why? Because we've gone too long relying on that creepy feeling.  Because parents deserve the information.  That's right, we deserve it.  When something out there has the potential to devastate those you love, you deserve to know in advance.  And because sometimes the people in charge wait for bad things to happen before doing anything about it.  It won't take the place of responsible parenting and it certainly is no guarantee my children will be completely safe, but this notification...the one that I just opened that says:

You have registered to receive e-mail notifications for Commonwealth of the Northern Mariana Islands when a registered sex offender moves into your area.
makes me feel better equipped to protect my children. It takes a few of the boogie men out of the shadows for me.  It isn't perfect and definitely uncomfortable to look at, but it's less painful than knowing too late.  

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

I Know What I'm Gonna Look Like When I Grow Up Mommy

"Miss your bubby?" I asked the girls on the way to school today.  It had been a quiet ride and I wanted to break the silence.  In fact, the house was a bit quieter since Tonton left.  The two short weeks he spent at home prompted the sound of sisters giggling as they once again shared a room and laughter as kids jammed Rock Band each afternoon their brother picked them up from  school .

"Yeah" Sommer answered, "I miss him a lot."
"It's hard to imagine growing up and one day not living with each other, isn't it?"
"I'm going to visit Tony, Hope and Sommer all the time when I leave home" Peyton said.  "Ahem, what about us?" I joked, pretending to be crushed.  "I'll visit you every day" Sommer squealed.

What will it be like?  Will they come every weekend to play Scrabble and accuse us of cheating when we beat them? Will I bust out the good wine and ask them to help me learn how to use the latest technology because "I don't know why they have to make it so complicated nowadays!"  Will they sit at the table smiling at us bouncing babies on our knees cooing, "dance, dance, dance"?  Will they give us instructions on how to care for our grandkids, warning "whatever you do, DO NOT give them sugar!"

 Kids get older, but some things never change
  • Spontaneous hugs and kisses from sweet girls who want a hug back and even from 18 year old boys who just want you to know they love you "one more time"
  • Presents made by little hands that knock on your bedroom door too early in the morning, excited to see the excitement in your eyes.
  • The sound of anything followed by the word mommy. 
  • Hearing the words "I love you" before or after any other words are uttered, and sometimes when you least expect it.
I remember playing the "I love you" game with my dad growing up.  Me: I love you.  Dad: I love you more.  Me: I love you more because you only loved me for part of your life and I've loved you from the day I was born.  Dad: I love you more because you've only loved me for part of my life and I've loved you all of yours.  Now, we all do this with our children and with one another.  Text to my sister Bet: K, see you soon.  Love you.  Text from Bet: k, love you more.  



 Mother's Day 2011 with half of our children.  It was the beginning of a perfect day on a perfect weekend.  Or, as Hope put it, "some of the best weekends we've ever had."

Monday, April 18, 2011

Mommy, Does the Easter Bunny Have GPS?


There are things I do as a mother to create little memories for my children.  Things like making cookies for Santa, turning graveyards into chocolate pudding and playing Easter Bunny once a year.  This year, the Easter Bunny isn't coming.  The girls will be somewhere else when they wake up Sunday morning.  To me, it feels like the secret hiding places in this house will be crying out for colorfully wrapped, sugary sweet happiness packaged in cellophane and the sound of children searching for another memory.  In reality, I'm having a harder time saying goodbye to the Easter Bunny than the girls are.  It has a lot to do with having to say goodbye to what I thought would never end.  I never thought there would come a day when I wouldn't have my children around.  Or a time when I couldn't be the one tying bows on their baskets, watching them giggle and awe at what I'd crafted for them with my love.
I could be selfish and give away hints that I'll miss them.  Manipulate them into staying so that I can watch them hunt for baskets.  Steal opportunities for them to grow.  Cheat them into loving me more.   This is sounding more and more ridiculous the more I think about it.  More than my mommyhood, what I really want is for my children to love.  Not just me, but themselves and everyone lucky enough to share their lives with them. 
 "Train up a child in the way that she should go, and when she is old, she will not depart from it." Proverbs 22:6
Aiden on a jellybean high 
  Hope and Nanny helping with the Easter Cupcakes

Sunday, April 4, 2010

Easter Morning

 It says: Easter Bunny, will you come if I sleep in the living room? Sincerely, Sommer
 
First thing I heard this morning was Wayne whispering to a sad voice saying, "the Easter Bunny didn't come."  After assuring Sommer that he had surely been here the night before the happy search began. Peyton and Sommer went through the house eager to find baskets full of treats. That was my cue to get up and capture the memories. I know we will be doing this for a long time, even after the kids are all grown.  It's too early to think of it, but my heart leaps at the thought of playing Easter Bunny for grandchildren one day or watching as my own children carry on the tradition. Two out of four kids still wake up to look for hidden treasure.  When we get older we forget that the dawning of the day brings renewed hope.  But? What if we all woke up like Peyton and Sommer every day?  What if we all woke up in anticipation, with the promise of something new and beautiful? 
Jesus said, "Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these."  ~Matthew 19:14