Isn't it funny how when you are selling your house, you hope everyone is so in love with it they'll want to buy it, but when you're looking to buy a house, you hope you're the only one that loves it until you buy it? Right now we are in the process of selling our house, with what looks like a very rapidly approaching closing date (YAY!), and so we are also looking at homes. Last night, we found THE house. The one that filled my heart with palpitations and kept me up all night dreaming about paint colors. The one we can actually afford and not have to do three years of repairs to. I hope no one else likes it as much as we do, at least until we can offer to buy it.
Lately, I have been in a cooking rut. Seriously. A lot of this has to do with the fact that we are living on a very limited grocery budget right now, so most of my culinary creations consist of looking at what I have in my fridge/cupboards and trying to invent something that sounds divine without going to the grocery store. Not a great deal of masterpieces have been created lately. I have rekindled my relationship with eggs. Eggs are my friend. Breakfast for dinner? My BFF. Today, I really wanted to cook something good. This woman saved me. She has such a delightful, friendly cooking blog. What I love best about it is that she cooks with pretty normal ingredients. So, thanks to her, tonight we are having glazed carrots with rosemary and butter cream chicken. We are also having garlic mashed potatoes, but I didn't have to find a recipe for that. There will be potatoes, there will be butter, there will be sour cream, and there will be LOTS of garlic. If you don't know how to make mashed potatoes without a recipe, come over to my house, so we can remedy this tragedy. Oh, potatoes drowned in garlic, how I love thee! We are also having homemade bread, because Bernice and I bonded and kneaded up two loaves together. Not a bad meal for an assembly of what we had on hand.
My Garden Heights gym instruction is all coming back to me now. I have shot more basketballs in the last week than I have . . . well, probably ever. Kaden loves some "shoot ball." Even though I'm no Jimmer, how can I say no when he looks at me with his big brown eyes and says, "I wan Mama shoot!" Luckily, he thinks it's just as awesome when I air ball or hit the backboard as when I actually make a basket.
I wonder how long Kaden's favorite word will be "no". And how long his favorite phrase will be "no, no, no!" Seriously, I'm starting to worry that if someone offers him a full ride scholarship to Harvard when he's 18, he'll say, "No, no, no!" just because it wasn't his idea. Playing mental games with a toddler is exhausting, I tell you. Whoever named the terrible twos obviously didn't raise Kaden as a 19 month old. We've been in full-swing tantrum-dum for over a month now.
When did Kaden get so good at giving hugs? One, unannounced squeeze around the neck and I can forget all about his last meltdown.
I wonder how long Kaden will be good at just nicely coloring on the paper/being content to take the crayons out of the container and put them back in before he discovers he can also color on furniture, walls, and floors . . . It's probably time for this blog post to end!