Saturday Morning Tradition

We have a Saturday morning tradition. It began with the kids playing video games in the living room while Daddy went golfing at the driving range and Mommy slept. Then Daddy would come home and make breakfast for everyone and bring it to Mommy in bed.

Aaah, those were the days..

Then Dancing Princess Leia (the Girl's self-appointed new name) asked Daddy if she could PLEASE go with him.

And he said yes.

There are kid clubs available at the driving range and Leia did her best, which was quite good.

This is an action shot of her best hit of the day. Boy did it soar!!!

The new tradition formed of Daddy and Dancing Princess Leia going golfing on Saturday mornings. Daddy would ask for the club and the lady would give it to Leia and she would hide behind Daddy with a hand over one eye and not say thank you.

Not even upon returning the club after they were done.

The same thing occurred at the gas station where they give free car washes if you buy enough of the right type of has. They would go into the loja and Dancing Princess Leia would pick a treat (with enough to share with her siblings) and not say a word to the sweet lady at the register.

Not even to the attendant who gave her the complimentary sucker.

Then Rex (the Boy's self-appointed new name) asked if he could go, too. I think he was enticed by the candy buying experience afterwords, but whatever.

Just before contact with the ball.

The tradition changed once again with Daddy, Leia and Rex all taking off on Saturday mornings while Mommy and Belle (the Baby's self-appointed new name) snuggled in bed. Sometimes Leia or Rex stayed home, claiming to be too tired.

Hello?? Then why did you wake up at 5:30 on a Saturday!!

Awesome form for his follow through.

Then a sad realization came to Daddy. Mommy was going on a trip and he would have to take all three kids to golf.

Or not go at all.

So thus was born the complete family Saturday (early) morning trip to the driving range. Mommy reluctantly agreed a trial run of EVERYONE going together and it went quite well. We go up to the second floor of the tee boxes so even when the kids hit duds, they still look like they went somewhere. This adds a little to my worry - it would be quite a fall - but there are usually less people up there and it even makes me feel good to have my ball go farther based on the 10-foot drop to the ground.

I'm not sure that this tradition is safe enough to withstand one less parental supervisor, but it is fun for all of us in its current form.

Notice the super-long shadow of the wee morning hours.

Belle is so excited to go and wants to hit more than her siblings, but still needs to work a bit on her form.

And not standing on her toes.

The Daddy-assisted swings are the most effective, but when left to her own devices it looks more like a cross between hockey and pool.

To pass the time between tee shots, each kid is allowed to bring one toy.

This week, Rex enjoyed walking his dinosaur in the "tall" fake black grass of the mat.

Dancing Princess Leia brought "Mommy's favorite dolly" and turned her shoes into toys as well.

These kids can find toys in anything. They build cages for the dinosaur and baby with the ball buckets.

Somehow Belle got out of the house without a toy and had to be pulled away from the ash trough multiple times, but she eventually found approved activities.

Here they are pretending to be golf bags.

(notice the ash trough right behind them?)

We still go to the loja and get the car wash and at least one of the kids gets nervous when the soap is sprayed on. We have learned to keep the suckers reserved for another day and that the car wash attendant is very happy to receive a tip from a smiling kid out the back passenger window of our car.

Daddy will be gone on a trip next week. Maybe Mommy will try to carry on the tradition.

Or maybe not.

Good times.

Tomato Salad

I was inspired by a friend's way of sharing her perfect bagel, so here is my version of a perfect tomato salad.

Step 1: Pick an orange tomato. The only other option we have here is a slimy red or super tough green. It turns out the orange tomatoes work well because they are more firm than the riper red ones.

Step 2: Slice the tomato into 6 or 7 circles and lay out on your favorite plate. **(those of you who knew me in college, don't judge. These plates continue to serve me well)**

Step 3: Cut a ball of buffalo mozzarella cheese into quarters and then slices and sprinkle over the tomatoes. I find that the older the cheese, the softer and I like me a good soft cheese.

Step 4: Take some palmito (heart of palm) and slice it the same as the cheese. I only found this in chunks in the US which will make it just that much more convenient. Spread this over the tomatoes.

Step 5: This is a new addition to the salad, I found it in a hole in the wall shop while out souvenir window shopping. These are tiny little pickled peppers. Yummy!

They don't have too much of a bite, but just enough to interest the taste buds.

Spread these around on the tomatoes also.

Step 6: The next ingredient is the inspiration behind the dish. I found this super festive vinegar while shopping one day and decided to try it. It was in a tiny bottle, but at that little whole in the wall that I found the peppers, I found the big bottle of my "Taste of India" vinegar. It makes me funny because one of the ingredients is "dedo da moca" which literally translates to "finger of the young girl." Apparently it is a kind of pepper. Probably that red one in the front of the bottle.

Anyway, throw a liberal amount of vinegar over the top of the salad.

Step 7: I am in Brazil, so nothing is ever eaten without a little olive oil. This is not-so-liberally poured on top.

Step 8: This is the final step, and must always be the final step. I learned that the hard way. Grind some pepper and sea salt over the top of the salad. If this is done at any time before, the freshly ground goodness will run off the veggies and right onto the plate. No good.

I like to eat each tomato slice in quarters, making sure that there is one of every kind of ingredient in each bite (name that movie). Near the end the bites get better as I scoop up the shrapnel on the plate.

Sometimes, just to offset the healthy feel of the dish, I dip some plain potato chips in the oil and vinegar mixture left on the plate. But that is just sometimes.

This is my new comfort food. Since the ice cream here is either super expensive (super-tiny serving of HagenDaz for $5) or tastes awful I needed a substitute. There are also no Cheez-Its or pre-made frozen cookie dough. These are my comfort foods of choice. All not good choices, so I am happy to have found a healthy alternative. Go me!

The Boy's Birthday Festivities

This posting falls into the "better late than never" category.

The boy had his birthday on Feb 11. It is now March 29 and I am letting the whole world know how the festivities went.

Of course, he had a birthday countdown calendar. The best stickers I found (that were not princesses) were Spiderman and bugs so I created a web between two buildings and had a red, blue and black theme. I'm pretty sure I took a picture when I hung it up, but can't find it. Here is the calendar with a week left until the big day.

Due to the combination of daylight savings time and bus pickup at 7:15, we have been having the opportunity to wake up to a beautiful sunrise every morning. Here is the view at 6:50am from our living room window.

And here is a silly birthday boy at about the same time.

Here is the view when the bus arrived early at 7:05am.


Of course, we needed to have a school celebration. We compiled orange gift bags with modeling clay, a tangram puzzle, silly glasses and, of course, the infamous slide-whistle. I contemplated many different themed cakes and finally decided that cupcakes were easier to transport and serve. Of course the frosting HAD to be orange and just to surprise my boy (and all his friends) I decided to put a Gogo on top of each cupcake. I had a great time buying 15 2-packs of Gogos at the neighborhood news stand, opening them all and deciding which ones were suitable for distribution among the boy's friends. I kept the best ones for him at home. I made all the cupcakes (German chocolate cake mix) but when I went to get the food coloring for the frosting, I couldn't find any. I had left it at church after an activity.

Oops!

I called (facebooked) my friend to see if I could borrow hers and then realized I didn't have time to get there, get back, get it all made and get to school before lunch. So, thanks to Debbie, I took all my supplies over to her house and made the frosting there, using her mixer, recipe, food coloring and counter. The color turned out awesome!

Unlike the girls' school, parents are invited and encouraged to visit their children's classes at the boy's school. I was invited to share desert with the kids after lunch. I got there while the kids were still at lunch and set up a cupcake and napkin at each desk. The kids came in with looks of amazement on their faces. Especially the ones who play with or collected gogos.




Now, being the great mom who plans ahead and always has everything perfect, I forgot to pack my camera into my bowl of frosting ingredients and my cell phone died during the walk to the classroom. I have no pictures of the orange-faced children eating their cupcakes (or just licking the frosting) or the look of complete joy that was on my boy's face when he was sung three different versions of the birthday song. Or the "what have I gotten myself into" look on the teacher's face when the kids opened their gift bags and found the slide-whistles.




I have to say that it was a success. The boy really liked it and all the kids said thank you. I even got to take home an extra cupcake so I could get a good picture.

When he got home from school, the boy opened the last pocket on his calendar. Each pack of gogos comes with two small sheets of stickers. In this final pocket he found ALL the stickers from the 15 packs we used for the cupcakes.

There is an album that goes along with these stickers that he had been talking about for a long time. Now, Daddy had meetings into the night so he couldn't come home for a party on his very birthday, but the boy agreed that if he got the album for his birthday on the very day, we could put off the cake and presents until Saturday. So the boy spent the afternoon sorting and sticking and matching his current gogos to his new stickers.

Here is the completed calendar with Pucca, Spiderman, Hot Wheels and bugs.

As a part of the Saturday birthday celebration, the boy got to choose anywhere to eat lunch. He picked Pizza Hut with no complaints from me.
Mmmmm!!


The boy dipping pepperoni bread sticks while his pizza cooled off.

The baby trying to accommodate THE WHOLE THING in her mouth.

The girl being eternally adorable.

For the cake at home, I ran into the same problem.

Still no food coloring.

I made a pan of brownies, frosted it and then used a familiar can of spray food coloring.

Anyone recognize it?

It is left over from the favoritecolornumberfourbirthdaycake. Who knew that food coloring spray kept for so long?

I wrote the boy's name in multi-colored crocantes (not quite mini malted milk balls, but the same idea without the great flavor) and had, by this time, located the missing birthday candles.

It looked and tasted great!

Here is the excited birthday boy with cake, balloon bouquet and pile-o-presents.

Here is the excited boy with his formerfavoritecolorcrunchyballbirthdaycake.

Opening presents: Spiderman playing cards from the first-one-grandma and an I-Spy computer game from his nother-one-grandma.

The look of joy on the face of a 7-year-old opening a new box of legos: Priceless (+tax, tags and license)

Gogos, gogos and more gogos! He actually got two exactly the same in different packages on the same day.

Twins!

Here is the whole kit and caboodle.
And a happy boy.

The concentration of building a lego masterpiece.

I don't know what this pose is all about, but the ship sure looks cool!

A little view of some of the boy's gogo collection.

Randomness

As I was checking on the kids on my way to bed one night

(and many subsequent nights)

I came upon this scene:

She has an ipod shuffle, but earphones are too big for her head and earbuds fall out of her ears, so she got this Ipod dock radio for Christmas. Her complaint the next morning was that some songs were too loud and some were too soft.

Solution: Cuddle up to the radio.

After the kids refused the green eggs and ham

(read: scrambled bacon cubes and eggs in green food coloring)

they requested more appetizing (???) colors.

Pink eggs for baby...

Orange eggs for the boy...

and an "I'm going to puke if you even try to get me to eat colored eggs" face from the girl.

The baby put the rainbow slinkies on her arms so she could be a dancing, spinning robot.

We had a friend of the boy come over and play ALL DAY on Saturday. This kid helped show us that 6-7-year-old boys are all the same.

He was a dolphin in the water, although it occasionally looked like he was drowning, and helped both the girl and the boy build up courage and confidance in the water.

More to come later. I just wanted to give my dedicated blogstalkers something new to see.

Everything's amazing, nobody's happy.

I LOVE THIS!!! It is so true.

I have no idea who this guy is, and I could have done without Conan, but it is worth the watch.

Because my arms are painted on

We have a laundry problem at our house.

We have a great system where everyone is supposed to put their dirty clothes in a 25 gallon rubbermaid tubby (the basket) under the sink in my bathroom. The keywords there are

IN and UNDER.

This is a picture of the laundry basket on a monday morning. The laundry was all done and put away on Friday. Oh, and not pictured below are the three !!!! pairs of my sweetie's socks that were behind me against our bedroom door. You'd think that we wore every item of clothing in our closets for the overflow to be this dramatic.

After all, it is a 25 gallon tubby...

Nope. That is not the case.

Everything does, in fact, fit inside the tubby, but my sweet family members (ALL of them) are just too lazy to make sure that the clothes actually get

IN the basket UNDER the sink.

(I have to admit that those are my jeans now on the top, which logically had been on the bottom of that pile)

How does something like this happen?

LAZINESS.

That is the bottom line.

I should applaud the small miracles though, because at least there are not little piles of dirty clothes all over the house.

Or are there?

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