Sunday, September 27, 2009

Menu Plan Monday

We're trying out a bunch of new recipes this week, so I sure hope they turn out good! Our freezer is bursting at the seams with chicken breasts, thighs, and drumsticks, and my WW journey needs a little boost, so we'll be eating a lot of chicken in the next few weeks. A LOT.

Sunday- Halloween Chicken Chili (I did it! That's the link!) We didn't get around to making this last week, so we have all the ingredients on the ready.

Monday- basque chicken with orange gremolata. What's a gremolata? I have no idea. I got this magazine one day at Lowe's full of 'weeknight' meals, and the few I've tried have been pretty good. This sounds all fancy, but trust me, at least from looking at it, it's not. I don't do fancy. Yet.

Tuesday-green curry chicken. This is a new recipe Nick wants to try. He cooks on Tuesdays while I'm at Weight Watchers.

Wednesday- cannellini bean and sausage soup (another new one from that same book from Lowe's. And it's actually gonna be navy neans and sausage, because I couldn't for the life of me find cannellini beans yesterday! Weird.)

Thursday- whatever we have to take for OCF. Nick'll be flying solo while I go listen to the Greatest Bible Study Teacher Alive! Hooray!

Friday-mediterranean chicken wraps

Saturday- leftovers/order in/eat out

For tons of other ideas, try visiting this lady for thousands of great menus!

I Have to Admit, It's Getting Better...

It's getting better, every day. Remember when the very first flat panel TV came out and Phillips had those great commercials with those songs? I always wanted to find a career where I could watch commercials. I don't want to be in advertising, because I can't actually think of the great ideas...don't they have a job where you can watch them and tell them if you like it? Just wondering.

Anyway, it really is getting better and better. Warren still gets up once or twice a night, but I just pop that boppy back in and head back to my room. He's been consistently napping in the mornings for two hours (Friday he took a THREE HOUR am nap, and a two hour afternooner!) and we can usually get another hour out of him in the early afternoons, and sometimes another one right around dinner time. Don't worry, the Lord is making sure that I don't get too prideful. He's been super super fussy lately, sometimes crying literally, for an hour at a time. We're stuck in the recliner holding him, but the big kids seem to understand. My neighbor is going to loan me her Ergo baby carrier, I might invest in one if he keeps this up. I still LOVE my Moby wrap, but he sort of wiggles out of it now...

This Thursday I start my new Beth Moore study! Hooray! I was on the fence about our new church, until they announced one morning that we were gonna do this! Hooray! Did I already say that? We'll be doing Believing God, and to say that I'm excited would be a complete understatement.

I'm also socializing just a tiny bit more. My neighbor is great, and I'm meeting a lot of other women through her. I've got a Pampered Chef party this Friday that I'm going to, and another Girl's Night next Wednesday, at a paint your own pottery place. Not very artistic, but I'm still gonna go, just to talk to other adults, you know? I'll just get a small bowl and paint it all one color (light brown) and then see if my little sister can fix it later.

Scott is maybe eighty percent potty trained. Nick and I finally decided to just do it, so we did. We started letting him run naked a few days ago, for a few hours a day, then Friday I only let him wear a diaper to school and during naps. He never has accidents, so I know that he gets it, he just doesn't really like it. And just like with Ava, he's resisting pooping on the potty. He'd rather use a diaper. NOT GONNA HAPPEN BUDDY. He did poop yesterday, and he almost did today. We'll see how that goes. Let me tell you. Roughly thirty four cents per diaper, about six to eight diapers a day PER CHILD, for the last FOUR YEARS...I'm tired of buying diapers ya'll. I'm just sick of it. So. Again, two steps forward, one step back, but hey, I'll totally take it! Looking better every day ya'll...

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Who's Who?

Can you tell?

From the top, it's Scott, Warren, Warren, Scott, Scott, Warren, and Scott. Isn't it crazy? I didn't realize how much they look alike until I was going thru an old photo album the other day. It's so weird! And it doesn't help that we're reusing most of Scott's old clothes! Wow, I'm really just so shocked!

Wordless Wednesday

Monday, September 21, 2009


Be prepared to be bombarded with pictures. I've been wanting to take the kiddos bowling forever and yesterday Nick surprised us with a trip to a local bowling alley! My dang camera was on the last bar of it's battery, but I KNEW it would get me at least a few great shots, and it certainly did not let me down! I could only get the first two frames of our game, but check out how unbelievable adorable my children are. I mean, look at them!

At first, they were a little unsure of how much fun this was going to be. The alley was dark and had funky disco balls and lights and all that jazz. Guess it was a little overwhelming for them. I, on the other hand, was immediately hit with a wave of nostalgia. It simply couldn't have been more late eighties.

They loosened up at bit and we got down to business. Ava enjoyed picking out her very own ball, and I was SHOCKED at how easily they both carried it around-until I picked it up to use it. Ya'll, six pounds is super light. Who knew?

Here's Scott after we FINALLY let him hold one of the balls. You'd think that the two minutes he had to wait was the longest two minutes of his entire life. It probably was!

And waiting for the ball to hit the pins. It was a long wait. Very, very long. At one point, after Scott threw the ball onto the lane, it inched forward a few feet before coming to a complete stop and then rolling backwards back to us. Seriously!

Ah, it finally made it and knocked one down!

Scott's reaction to Daddy's strike...

And of course, what did Warren think of this whole excursion? Eh.

Menu Plan Monday

I've been wanting to try this out for a while, but wasn't really sure about 'linking' things together. Still not entirely sure what that even means. Anyway, I've been planning our weekly meals for years now, since before we even had Scott, and let me tell you, it makes a HUGE difference. In fact, I'm not entirely sure how people can get dinner on the table without a menu plan. How do you know what to buy at the grocery store? Anyway. For more great menu ideas, check out one of my favorite websites here See what I mean about this linking business? That was supposed to be the word 'here' and it was supposed to be underlined so that you'd be able to just click on it. Anyone know anything about the blog world?

Here's our menu. It's already off because we spent too much time at the bowling alley and so we didn't cook last night. But I'm having Sunday's dinner for lunch today!

Sunday- honey mustard chicken, rice and veggie packet from pantry

Monday- parmesan crusted pork chops (from Everyday Italian, before she got too annoying) and either beans or broccoli (both were on super sale yesterday at the commissary!)

Tuesday- Nick is making a new recipe he got off TV. The only thing I jotted down was 'braised legs.' Which reminds me that they didn't have the leg quarters and I need to tell him to stop and get some. Hmph.

Wednesday- grilled chicken tacos and black beans. BEST MEAL EVER. Seriously, I'll post the recipe one day because the chicken is AMAZING.

Thursday- we go to OCF and they haven't sent out a theme. Whatever it is, we just whip something up to carry over there.

Friday- Halloween Chicken Chili. Ahh, Sam. How I love you. And ya'll, a bowl of this is TWO POINTS!!!

Saturday- I had originally planned on making a lasagna, but we usually need a day to absorb all the leftovers and maybe even get Chili's to go.

So that's what we'll be eating this week. I'm so excited, I hope this link thing works!


My baby sister is finally learning her way around the kitchen, and she asked me for an easy recipe she could try out. Naturally, I went for my go-to on easy cooking, Sam the Cooking Guy. Nick has made this twice, and it is FANTASTIC! If you substitute the heavy whipping cream for fat free evaporated milk, it goes a long way towards being a little more Weight Watchers Friendly. I'll spare you the actual point value, but trust me, it's worth it.

Fat Boy Pasta

-1 tablespoon olive oil
-1 lb pasta (the tube shaped ones (rigatoni, mostaccioli or penne) are ideal because they hold the sauce better) I use penne because I've never even heard of mostaccioli.
-1 lb spicy Italian sausage (casings removed and crumbled) I don't have the time to 'remove the casings' of sausage links, so I buy bulk sausage. And we haven't used spicy because Ava won't even try it if she overhears us mention the word spicy. Ugh.
-4 cloves garlic
-1/2 teaspoon red pepper flakes
-3 tablespoons butter
-1 cup whipping cream again, try substituting the fat free evaporated milk. You get it in the baking aisle. And you really can't even tell the difference. Mostly.
-1/2 cup shredded Parmesan cheese
-2 tablespoons fresh chopped parsley

1. Heat oil in hot pan, and add sausage, garlic and red pepper flakes
Break apart and cook until no longer pink and add cream - simmer on low.

2. Add pasta to boiling water - when the pasta's ready, so is the sausage

3.Drain pasta and add to sausage

4. Add butter & Parmesan cheese & parsley - mix well

5. Sprinkle with a little more cheese of course and serve

Could it BE any easier?

Check out for more great, super easy recipes. I'm being totally serious, I've made most of his stuff, and every single thing we try is amazing. And easy!

Miss Meryl, This One's For You


And for those of you who are not closet Taylor Swift FANATICS, that's Ava's rendition of "You Belong With Me." Don't judge my messy house.

Saturday, September 19, 2009

Old School

Found this old picture the other day (still unpacking!!!) and just had to post it! It's Brandi, me (pregnant with Ava) and Becca (pregnant with Olivia.) Aren't we the cutest?

Thursday, September 17, 2009

Warren Woes

Note to readers: this is another fairly boring rant about my child's sleeping habits. Skip to pics at the end if you want.
Well, as you could have guessed, I'm not adjusting well to being a stay at home mom. I don't want to step on the toes of all my stay at home mom friends, that's totally cool if that's what you want to do, but this just isn't what I want to do! I don't feel 'called' to stay home, I don't feel like God wants me to be the sole influence on my kids' lives, I don't feel like I can't trust them with anyone else. Please, I'd trust them with a bum collecting cans on the side of the road some days.

Anyway, along with Nick working all day, I'm also taking over night time duty. Gag. I should have martyred myself out when the big kids were little, because they didn't get up at night! Oh well, who knew. I have googled 'my seven month old won't sleep' at least seven hundred times over the last few weeks, and I'm still at a loss as to what I should be doing. I've taken on a modified crying and attachment parenting philosophy. Can you do both at once? I dunno. I am. I've been trying to put him down sleepy but awake because DUH that's the obvious thing to do. But unlike his older siblings, Warren is absolutely INCAPABLE of staying awake on a bottle. He's sound asleep before he even makes it halfway thru the dang thing. So I have to put him down sound asleep nine times out of ten. Mistake one, right?
So he goes down around seven thirty with the big kids. I think if we can bump that back towards six, it would help, but I like him to eat dinner with us. So the logistics of that are difficult, how do I feed him while cooking dinner and dealing with the big kids? Five to six is the witching hour at Casa de Engelbrecht. So down at seven thirty, then we wake his butt up at ten and feed him again while we watch King of the Hill. And by we, I mean Nick. I'm usually in a coma by then.
If he wakes up at night, he's usually pretty easy and takes a boppy and goes back out. Which begs the question-why can't he find his own dang boppy and do it himself? Baby steps. But then he seems to want to be up at five for another bottle, then back to bed by five thirty. Which would be fine, except that Nick doesn't want to get up till five thirty, and I don't want to go back down at five thirty because A) I want to work out most mornings, and B) even if I skip the workout, Ava gets up at six, so what's the point. But night times are getting better, slowly but surely. If he gets up for a boppy twice, I usually take him down to eat, thinking that maybe he'll sleep past five if I do. He doesn't.
On to naps. We're getting better, as I knew we would once we got a routine going. Mon, Wed, Fri, big kids go to school. I leave at 8:28 and we're back by 8:32 (literally). So he's up from six thirty till eight thirty, then I get him to take a few more ounces and put him down. So, here's where all my dilemmas start. I would never let him cry it out at night because I still think that's cruel and I don't want him waking up Scott, but I NEED him to take naps. It's not negotiable. If he wakes up at the forty five minute mark during a nap (which he does, nine times out of ten!) I go in, put his boppy in, and walk back out. And then I let my poor baby scream for me! I go back every ten minutes until he either falls asleep, or it's been an hour and a half since I laid him down. You can imagine how fun this is while I'm working out and watching Lost and having to trapse up and down those stairs with sweat pouring down my back. Good times.
Yesterday morning, he didn't go back to sleep, he just kept crying until eventually it had been the ninty minutes and I rescued him. I didn't put him down again until it was nap time again, and he slept for almost ninty minutes on his own, no crying needed. So that was neat.
And today, drumroll please...ninety minutes this morning, no waking up to cry, and this afternoon, I put him down at twelve, he fussed at one when I brought the Nosiest Children Alive up for their nap, I popped that sucker in his mouth and haven't heard a peep since. It's one forty three! He's NEVER only needed me to come in once during a nap! Of course, now I've probably jinxed the whole shebang, but hey.
And for any mothers of boys out there...potty training? Scott will be thirty months old at the begining of October. Ava was one hundred percent out of diapers and not having accidents by twenty eight months. She did it herself, so I didn't have to DO anything! Scott liked to pee outside when we were home, and then in Biloxi, but it's too cold here, and he's not interested anyway. Whenever we say 'Hey Scott, wanna use the potty and get some candy?' he just smiles and says 'No, I wanna wear diapers!' So. Not too sure about that. Should I just not be an idiot and say hey, he's obvioulsy not ready? Probably. Anyway, advice accepted please.

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Perfect Lighting

Kinda fell of the ball on learning about my new camera, but I strengthened my resolve when I found out Brandi was taking a photography class! So jealous, I can't believe it! So when I get the chance, back to the library I'll go, for a new book to confuse me about aperture and ISO and shutter speed. Until then, yesterday we went to check the mail after dinner. Dusk is my favorite time to shoot, although I had a hard time not casting my own shadow on the kids. Weird. And what, exactly, is the difference between dusk and twilight? I've always thought that dusk was when the sun was gone but still casting light, and twilight is later, when it's almost all the way dark, but the moon hasn't started. Did I just make that up? Anyone know? Anyway. Here's the pics.

Saturday, September 12, 2009

Lots of Pictures

Well, maybe not lots, but lots more than I've been posting.

First up, we bought a piano a few weeks ago! It's a digital piano, which is NOT the same as a keyboard. I wanted a traditional piano, but you just can't beat a digital. The keys on our model are weighted perfectly, so you feel like you're playing a piano instead of messing around on a keyboard at Toys R Us. You can adjust the volume, it has a built in metronome (I always hated the way metronomes looked on top of a piano-silly, I know! They just look like they're mocking me! As if they're saying 'what, you can't COUNT for yourself?') tons of programmed songs, and best of all, it never has to be tuned, and it doesn't care if you live in a ridiculously humid climate! Hello, Guam anyone?

Anyway, here's me and Ava tinkering around. The original plan was to start her in lessons right away. We found a few teachers who would take her, but her hands are so little! The majority of people we've talked to seem to think the best idea is for me to get back into lessons and let her watch me practice, then to start her closer to when she turns five. We'll see. I don't really want to wait that long.

Here's the World's Biggest Helper, helping his daddy make peanut butter cookies. I especially enjoy the way he transports my mixer parts, don't you? Believe it or not, he doesn't like to get his hands dirty, isn't that crazy? And even stranger, he doesn't like to get his NAPKIN dirty at dinner. If he wipes a dirty hand on it, you have to trade him your clean one. What a weirdo!

Look at this Cool Guy. And he's not modest, Warren KNOWS how cool he is.

Not to be outshone, here is Cool Gal Ava in her Awesome Elmo Hat. This is seriously one of my favorite new pictures of her.

Here's my son with his favorite toy...hope you weren't expecting one of the spectacular, expensive educational toys. Nope. That would be a PAPER B AG. Sheesh.

Can you say "War Eagle?" My kiddos can!

And tonight, I finally remembered to pick up some biter biscuits to give that poor kid. Those two bottom teeth weren't very forgiving, and the top ones are trying to race right in without cutting him any kind of slack. Now seriously, isn't he adorable?

And for those of you curious about my sanity regarding that monster's sleeping habits-now hear this! Slept thru the night Mon, Wed, and Friday (naturally MY nights were Tue and Thur, guess that's God trying to help me out with just a smidge more patience) and has steadily been knocking out a two hour nap in the morning! I do let him cry himself back to sleep during naps. I know, I know. But he doesn't really seem too damaged by it. Guess if he hacks me up in my sleep with a rusty saw when he's a teenage, you'll all know why.

And now, I'm off for a Girls Night with the neighborhood ladies! I'm so excited! And a little anxious, I feel like I'm in junior high and I'm on my way to Angela's eighth grade birthday party. Will they like me? Will they laugh at me? Am I dressed cool enough? Will they notice the moustache? Okay, I didn't have to worry about that last one in junior high, but I had acne, which was almost as bad. Wish me luck!

Friday, September 11, 2009


I feel like maybe if I say it out loud (or rather, write it out loud) it won't make me crazy anymore. Make sense? Okay, so I have three kids, babies really, even though Ava is almost FOUR years old, and when I was pregnant with Ava, I was a teeny tiny bit worried that something would happen, but not that worried. And once I could feel her move, forget it, I barely ever worried at all. Hence the admission to the hospital at thirty one weeks when I didn't realize that I was in preterm labor :)

I worried a little after she was born, but again, not too much. Not enough to stop me from sleeping her on her back, and letting her roll off a bench in a dressing room at the Limited while I tried on pants. One of my old HNs of 4F had a baby that was about seven months older and the baby died at a year old from SIDS! At a year! Now THAT scared me for a few weeks, but by then Ava was rolling over on her own, even if I did sleep her on her back. So that worry was short lived.

Enter Scott. Obviously, never worried about that kid a single day of his life. Hence the tumble down the concrete steps. Hence the goose egg on his forehead when he hit the radiator. Hence two and a half years of rough and tumble bumps, bruises, and scrapes. And he's fine.

Point is, I just am not one of those worrisome moms. I worry about a lot of weird things, but my children's safety just hasn't been one of them.

Until Warren. Ever since I tripped and fell when he was like, two weeks old, I can't stop worrying about him! My friend Melissa was holding him (THANK GOD!!! And thank you, Mel) but the way I tripped-over a hose- and went down-flat on my face...if I had been holding him, he would have died. I just know it. I didn't even break my fall, I literally hit the pavement with my face. What if he'd been in my arms?

So ever since then, I'm obsessed, literally obsessed, with him dying. Isn't that horrible? I have these visions of dropping him, and he pops open like a watermelon! It's so terrifying! Or I'll have a mini panic attack in the car because I think I left him somewhere! But the absolute worst was the other day: I went in the library to grab these cute new books (Emily Griffin, they're not my usual fare, but they're pretty good) and I left my phone in the car so I wouldn't be tempted to text in there.

Well, bu this time, Warren had been napping for ninety minutes (huge deal in the Engelbrecht house) and while I was checking my books out, I completely freaked out! I became CONVINCED that Nick had finally gone up to check on him and he was dead. So Nick tries to call me and I don't have my phone! So then I'm thinking he called an ambulance and they're all in a hospital, and I don't even know where the hospital is up here! It was HORRIFYING!

Of course, I called Nick and everything was fine. As it always is. So why do I freak out about this ALL THE TIME? I'm not depressed, seriously. I'm a little lonely up here, but I've been having this freaking-out problem since before we moved up here. So it's honestly not post partum depression. And it's JUST Warren! Isn't that the craziest thing you've ever heard?

Wednesday, September 9, 2009


Well. I gained last night at Weight Watchers. One point two pounds. That's five sticks of butter. That's a box of butter, plus an extra stick. Gross! I knew, in the front of my mind, that I gained. I was sick on Friday, so I drank two liters of sprite, which is three points for every twelve ounces, and a box of saltines. Then, since I felt so great on Saturday, I ate everything I could get down. And Sunday, since I still felt great, I went to Taco Bell for lunch. And by Monday, knowing that I was going to gain, I just kept it coming.

So even though I KNEW I was going to gain, there's still this ridiculous little part in the back of my mind that thinks maybe I'll lose five pounds this time! For the record, I have never, ever lost five pounds at one weigh in. Sigh. And these crappy one point two pounds has thrown me out from under my huge victory of twenty five pounds! Now my total is only twenty four point six. Boo. Every time my hand brushes against my 25lbs key charm, I feel like someone is shouting "LIAR! TRAITOR!" Hence the ugh.

Warren was up at one this morning, no surprise there. His sleep-thru-the-nights seem to be directly related to his super-fussy-at-bedtime-from-teething-so-I-give-him-Motrin nights. Duh. He's currently napping. Put him down at nine (big kids had school, so we're working around that. I just love schedules, don't you?) and he woke up within thirty minutes to poop his pants. Daddy took care of that and put him down. He cried for a while, but he's out now. Hooray. Not sure how long he cried because I was working out on my Precor. I haven't gushed about it in a while, but I still love it. It's a very adored member of the family. And I'm watching Lost, Season One while I do it (perfect forty five minute intervals!) and man, did I love that show! I still do, but rewatching Season One...brings back the memories. For instance, I started watching over Christmas break that year (is it still a break when you're a grown up? I didn't actually get a break from anything...) and Nikki was here with little tiny baby Mia, the baby who started it all. I just love that little gal!

So, to sum up this totally random blog...gotta get back on track with Weight Watchers. Literally. Track every single thing I eat. Stop stealing the Rice Krispie Treats that Scott leaves on the table. Stop stuffing my mouth with food I don't even like at all these BBQs and OFC we keep going to. DRINK MORE WATER! That's so stupid, I know FOR A FACT that if I drink my water, I stay on point. Yet I don't drink it! And, work out. That's not a hard one for me because I actually enjoy it. I mean, hello, I'm watching Lost with headphones on and can't hear my kids. What's not to love? :) Keep me accountable ya'll!!!

Tuesday, September 8, 2009


How can this gorgeous baby be causing such complete and total havoc on my life? I mean, look at him! He's adorable! But ya'll, I am seriously at my wit's end. All my life, I've wanted to have four children, as long as I had a good husband (check) and the resources to take care of so many (pretty much check.) But Warren is making me rethink that whole plan!

He still gets up for a bottle between two and three. Every night! And yes, for those of you just dying to know, Nick still bears the brunt of the night time activity. In fact, he does six nights, and I do one. Tuesdays, so he can get up at the butt crack of dawn for Bible study. So yes, you could say that I don't really have anything to complain about, but boo on you, I'm still his mother and it still upsets me!
I know the problem is that we rock him until he's sound asleep. I know that he's waking up in the middle of the night (and forty five minutes into EVERY nap for that matter) and he cries because I haven't provided him with the skills to get himself back to sleep. I KNOW THIS! But now what do I do about it?
And don't say let him cry it out. I can't, and I don't want to. I don't want my babies, any of them, to cry out for me, and for me (well, Nick) to not run in there to see what's wrong. How would you feel if that were you? We did break down yesterday and put him in bed awake for his morning nap, so he cried for about ten minutes before falling asleep (he was exhausted, as he'd gotten up not once but TWICE the night before) but somehow it's different to let him cry in the beginning than it would be to let him cry when he wakes up alone at two. Not to mention the logistics of the boys sharing a room. So please, any suggestions, PLEASE! He still won't nap for more than an hour and it's usually only forty five minutes. And he's eating in the middle of the night even though he's a good four months too old. What have I done? I need to fix this, because I really do want another baby. But not one like this.
Update: Ick, I just did it again. He went down at eight for his nap (which isn't gonna fly once Daddy goes to work big guy) and bam! fussing at nine like clockwork. I went in there and he looked EXHAUSTED! So against every fiber in my being, I stuck that boppy (our word for pacifier, I don't know why) back in his mouth, patted his back for a few seconds, turned on his aquarium noise thingy, and walked out. While he screamed! I played on the computer for ten minutes (looking at the Silhouette electronic cutter, anyone know anything about it?) then went back in and did it all again. Four minutes later and he's asleep. So it worked. But how can it work for me, when I feel so guilty? I mean, I actually have a little tummy ache. But he needs his sleep, he was exhausted. I'm never gonna know what to do. Sigh.

Tuesday, September 1, 2009

Kids, Kids, and More Kids

So the way our neighborhood is set up, we have this big communal backyard between two rows of houses, and for those of ya'll who thought I had a lot of kids close together-so did just about everyone else! So ha! From about three thirty until dinner time, and then again after dinner, the entire communal backyard is full of little kids, it's so cute! So Ava has made a TON of little friends. Only bummer seems to be that the moms appear to be sick of the kids by late afternoon, so it's mostly the dads outside with the kiddos by this time. So Nick and Ava are getting plenty of socialization, but Mama is still a little lonely. But seriously, it's not bad at all, not nearly as bad as I thought it would be. I've met a lot of super nice women. And next week the church starts a women's Bible study-but it's not Beth Moore! Triple boo. Maybe I'll find a different church that's doing her?

Anyway, I've somehow gotten way off course. Here's a bunch of pics of all these crazy kids. And PS Meryl-you can barely see him, but this kid in white is the one that I think looks like Rowen! But Nick thinks I'm crazy, so huh.


Our super friendly neighbors Jon and Pearl invited us over Sunday for a Korean BBQ. SOOOO good, I don't even want to think about the point value of the food I ate. I would try and tell you what it was called, but I don't even think I could sound it out. They have a four year old too, and he told Ava to go ask his mom Pearl for some more of something, but he said it in Korean, and Ava repeated it perfectly! She's so smart ya'll.

Pearl has this jumping thing (it's really just like a mattress, but you're supposed to jump on it, as opposed to the crib mattress that they keep pulling out of Scott's racecar bed to jump on) and somewhere during the evening someone (no names, but it seems a little Avaish if you ask me) decided to push a slide next to it and leap off the slide onto the mattress. Like a stunt double in an action movie! So instead of intervening and putting a stop to such an unsafe situation, I ran inside to grab the camera. You know me!


So, when big kid bath time rolls around, the baby gets 'mysteriously' fussy and I have to stay downstairs and rock him while Nick takes care of the business of bedtime. Well the other night...

I got busted! Fine, fine, I admit it. This is actually what I do while Nick puts the kids to bed :)