Monday, January 23, 2012

Sleeping like a baby

I don't know who coined the term "sleeping like a baby" but I've decided that it's officially only allowed to be used when actually describing a baby. It doesn't count for grown-ups, because NOBODY sleeps like a baby. Because sleeping like a baby is a very complicated phenomenon. It seems to involve sleeping in the most uncomfortable positions through loud situations and somehow not sleeping in the most comfortable situations (or for that matter during normal sleeping hours.)

For example, Henry can fall asleep, sitting up in his highchair with a mouthful of sweet potatoes. However, at 2 AM it seems, its a wide-eyed smiley "I'm up Mom!" baby.

Or he will nap through the dogs barking at the UPS man, (which tends to be a lot of very loud barking) but somehow can't manage to ignore when I step on that stupid squeaky floorboard at 3AM as I try to oh-so-quietly back away from his crib.

One night he can survive on an incredible 4 hours of sleep, with only a few 20 minute naps the next day (which may I add-- I cannot!) and the next night he can miraculously sleep for 7 hours sleep (hallelujah!) with two this-must-be-what-heaven-is-like length naps.

He'll fall asleep in the most uncomfortable position in his jumpy. And of course Mommy wants to save him so he can have a more comfortable nap. But as soon as I touch him, nap time is over.

I'll venture to my own bed, after convincing myself that he MUST be actually sleeping for the night, I haven't heard a peep in 45 minutes. And then LITERALLY the minute my head hits the pillow I hear that little squawk. Clearly this is proof babies are born with ESP.

As a girl I know so aptly put it, "They're not comfortable until your uncomfortable. Their not awake until your asleep. And their not asleep, until it's time for you to get up."

Sometimes I think how great it'd be to be in Henry's situation. Then I remind myself that I WAS at one point-- when my mom did all of this for me. Sheesh I was lucky... that was the life!

But it's sort of funny how when I walk into his room, and see him looking up, recognizing me and smiling at me even though, God only knows what time it is and we've been through this 3 times already tonight, he still manages to melt my heart.

Love you little Henry.

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Wednesday, January 18, 2012

Chili a la Laurealism

I love this chili recipe for three reasons:
1. It's super easy.
2. It's uses the slow-clooker
3. I can take 100% credit for it.

And as a bonus reason, when I ask my husband what he wants for dinner his answer is always the same: chili.

If I had so name it something other than Chili a la Laurealism, I'd call it Chili Mexicana.

What you'll need:
1-2 pounds of ground beef (or ground turkey)
1 onion diced
1 tomato diced
1 Tbsp. Garlic
1 15 oz can tomato sauce
15 oz V8 spicy tomato juice (use the sauce can to measure)
1 can black beans
1 can kidney beans
1/2 cup brown sugar
1 package chili seasoning (generic works, and its easier than measuring out 5-7 spices)
1 freezer steamer bag of corn

What you do:
1. Saute the onion and half of the garlic.
2. Add to slow cooker.
3. Brown the ground beef, drain the fat and add to the slow cooker.
4. Add everything else to the slow cooker except the corn.
5. Set slow cooker on low for 6 hours. Stir every so often (you probably don't actually have to do this, but I love checking on the chili!)
6. Switch the slow cooker to warm and stir in the corn.
7. Serve with your choice of cheese, sour cream and crackers!

Sometimes when I make this I cook/saute double the meat and onions, and chop double the tomato. Then I add all of the above ingredients (again minus the corn) to a ziploc freezer bag. Then you can freeze it for next time, just to save on some of the prep time. When you're ready, just thaw for 20 minutes and empty the bag in the slow cooker and cook 8 hours on low!

Next time I make this I'll remember to upload a picture.

Enjoy, and let me know how you like it!

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Dear Henry: Cleanup

Dear Henry,

You hate it every time I wipe off your face. But you don't seem to mind when King or Sparty helps!



Love,
Mama
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