Not much going on tonight, but I thought I'd write a few thoughts. The one being: "Note to self: making Chinese food dirties every dish in your kitchen. Remember that before you start!" I did make my Panda Express-like Orange Chicken as well as a recipe that said it was Panda's chow mein, but wasn't. I think with a bit of tweaking I can get it to taste the same, but so far every recipe has been more unlike it than like it. The orange chicken is amazing though (recipe I posted some months back). I did precook the chicken though (while cooking it for another meal earlier in the week), and then pan fried it instead of deep frying, and that seemed to work better (and much safer and faster).
I have a sick little baby girl (cold, low grade fever and last tooth erupting), so today wasn't near as productive as I'd like it to be. I had promised to help G unload his workshop/shed, as it is going through big changes tomorrow. We have had it on our driveway (it's 16'x20'), but in hopes of someday building a real shop on that spot, we decided to move it to another spot. We have a hillside in our yard that is unusable and very hard to mow (actually you can't mow it, you have to weed whack it), so we decided to put the shed on pilings on that, and then build a little bridge out to it. And then someday turn it into a guest house, sauna, studio, bunk house, who knows?
So, I had promised to help, but with a fussy baby, I didn't get much done. We ended up cuddling and watching the Berenstain Bears adventures instead. That's okay too, because cuddling with kids is a pretty good way to spend a day, if you ask me. It seems they grow more every day, and I know it won't be too long when they'll be too big to cuddle (or not want to) with me.
One thing that James did though, was yesterday. He was apparently "helping Daddy", but when Daddy went to find him, he had climbed out onto the far side of that frame for the shed. He was standing way out there, and so Greg asked him calmly to come back (as not to scare him so he'd fall). He turned around, and Greg asked him, "isn't that scary?" (it's a good 6-8 ft. high), and James replied, "yes, fun scary!"
I guess we'll see what happens in the morning. We have a friend who has it all worked out how this move is going to go. I don't have it quite figured in my head, but that's okay. I'm in charge of feeding the crew, so I'll just watch and tend to my own responsibilities. And next time my husband comes home from work with a flatbed truckload of railroad track (not ties, but track!) or something as strange (since he already brought home the track) I won't ask questions. I'll just smile and wonder adventure he's up to next!
Now, I've finished my honey chamomile tea, so should skeedaddle off to bed now!
I have a sick little baby girl (cold, low grade fever and last tooth erupting), so today wasn't near as productive as I'd like it to be. I had promised to help G unload his workshop/shed, as it is going through big changes tomorrow. We have had it on our driveway (it's 16'x20'), but in hopes of someday building a real shop on that spot, we decided to move it to another spot. We have a hillside in our yard that is unusable and very hard to mow (actually you can't mow it, you have to weed whack it), so we decided to put the shed on pilings on that, and then build a little bridge out to it. And then someday turn it into a guest house, sauna, studio, bunk house, who knows?
So, I had promised to help, but with a fussy baby, I didn't get much done. We ended up cuddling and watching the Berenstain Bears adventures instead. That's okay too, because cuddling with kids is a pretty good way to spend a day, if you ask me. It seems they grow more every day, and I know it won't be too long when they'll be too big to cuddle (or not want to) with me.
One thing that James did though, was yesterday. He was apparently "helping Daddy", but when Daddy went to find him, he had climbed out onto the far side of that frame for the shed. He was standing way out there, and so Greg asked him calmly to come back (as not to scare him so he'd fall). He turned around, and Greg asked him, "isn't that scary?" (it's a good 6-8 ft. high), and James replied, "yes, fun scary!"
I guess we'll see what happens in the morning. We have a friend who has it all worked out how this move is going to go. I don't have it quite figured in my head, but that's okay. I'm in charge of feeding the crew, so I'll just watch and tend to my own responsibilities. And next time my husband comes home from work with a flatbed truckload of railroad track (not ties, but track!) or something as strange (since he already brought home the track) I won't ask questions. I'll just smile and wonder adventure he's up to next!
Now, I've finished my honey chamomile tea, so should skeedaddle off to bed now!
