Proteinikka 2011

Meat fest was again held at J & T's just down the street. It's quite quickly becoming one of my favorite summer traditions. I love that we can just walk right over on a summer night and eat the BEST meal 15 dollars can buy you in at least the tristate area; maybe the whole of these united states.
There were yummy dips, a pre-mixed drink cooler with wonders like the Strawberry Habanero margarita, spicy prawns, and lamb wraps. oh boy: mmmm, mmm, double mmmm.
I think Joe improves his technique every year; examples?
-The pre-mixed drinks. We may or may not have learned the vast importance of NOT progressively mixing yourself a cocktail as the night lingers on.
-Less fanfare with the plating and no utensils; which frankly you don't need when the food is that good. Lots of finger-liking goodness.
-And finally, that if you want your marsh mellow roasted to absolute perfection; Ty is your man. The roast master is patient and very careful to cultivate a slow burn of perfect golden tastiness.
Here's to next year, I'm already steeped in anticipation...

Quota Exceeded

...and planning on more too:)

S-A-T-U-R-D-A-Y night

Aminals & That Spinny Thing

This is Pea's official title for the zoo. Here is our day in pictures, thanks for taking us Grama Polly!

Jem & The Holograms

Umm, I LOVED this show. It was probably my favorite as a little girl. I found them on youtube.
Pea is now OBSESSED. Here she is pretending to be Jem. I think I did this exact same thing....

Bad Santa

I've had some bad parenting moments as of late. Not the least of which was this morning when I claimed I could call Santa on his personal number and dis-invite him to our house on Christmas eve.
Who's really on the naughty list today?
And in the spirit of being trans(parent) I've decided to tell you all about one of them so you can feel better if you're having one of those days, which for some reason seems to be EVERY day this week.
Summer is getting of my last nerve.
On Tuesday evening I was changing Babe H's diaper when I was struck by a flash of broken white. What's this? No. Please say no; it can't be. oh, but yes! She had CHIPPED her other FRONT tooth. For those of you doing the math, that makes our current grand total: two. News Flash: you only get two! At which point, I just started laughing. The nervous "ha-ha's" were then followed promptly by tears when I realized for the SECOND time that I have no idea how or when it even happened. It's like the second shooter in the Kennedy assassination. All evidence points to one, but still, there's that tricky bullet trajectory you just can't explain. I mean, there's the chipped tooth, so what the heck??
I now have to traipse into the pediatric dentist for a SECOND time in as many months and explain to them why she has two chipped teeth and I'm apparently eating bon-bons during the duration of my children's awake time. Upon leaving the dentist office she picked out a prize; a beaded necklace that broke into a million pieces five minutes after we get into the car. I wish I were making this up, but she then shoved the beads into her mouth and started chewing on them with her newly sanded tooth. I pulled over, dumped the beads out of her car seat and prayed I wouldn't get a citation for littering which I totally did do.
On a lighter note, Babe H has discovered that her chipped teeth (I HATE that I just typed teeth) act as daggers which she wields to her liking whenever she doesn't get the toy she wants. 99 percent of the time these attacks are isolated to her interactions with Pea.
Yours reffing the ring,

mutual affection

I wanted to document the first time Pea said, "Take a picture of us together!" This is it:

They said, "Sisters!" as I took it; so cute.