Hurricane Bread

A friend in my ward introduced me to "snow bread" this past winter- the bread you make when you might get snowed in...sooooo I made hurricane bread today. We may or may not get a hurricane, but if we do we will have bread (among other things).

I thought Taylor was going to be good, but she is not. She has cried at school the last 2 days. On Monday they called me and I promised her I'd come have lunch with her and we would have her best friend over for fhe. Today her counselor called and told me she was having another shaky morning, but she was okay now. I feel like I never do the right thing. What to do? I've promised yet another bakugan if she will suck back the tears. I remember in first grade I was so proud of myself for sucking back the tears. In kindergarten I don't remember crying, but I know I did. 8am- 3:30 pm is too long for a 5 year old to be away from home! Now there are 3 year olds going to school- next thing we know it will be 1 year olds tottering to pre-pre school.

While Tates is away

We will ummmm do these things.

Dear Yang,
If you have some time will you please give Tates a little extra guardian angel coverage? I'm sure she needs it at school. I think she's doing okay, but she cried today because she was falling behind. Give her pencil a little extra push, please. I know you're busy, I hope you're happy. We miss you and every night I finish my prayers (cuz sometimes I don't, I fall asleep before finishing because I'm stanky) I pray for you to know that, so I know you know.

Love,
Nessa

ps Can you believe I posted a pic of myself on my blog sans makeup?

pps Can you believe I know how to use the word sans?

ppps Am I using the word sans correctly?

Up

We went to Taylor's school and saw Up. They had already seen it, but I hadn't. Up is SAD y'all! I know what it's like to miss someone. I just hope to be missed like that some day.

Taylor after school

I was so excited to pick Tates up. She made it!! I made it!! I counted down the hours and every time I think about doing it again tomorrow I want to cry. I may be one of the worst mothers on the planet, BUT I do not leave my kids. They have been either with me or their daddy unless it was totally impossible. Leaving her in the hands of public school officials for 7 hours was torture. I hope things continue to go ok. She says her teacher screams a lot and she is going to imagine she is Darth Vader or the Emperor- whatever gets her through.

Don't want it please

I thought I would feel relieved not to be in charge of Taylor's school and fighting her to do her work. But, after walking her to her class, making sure she was settled in, and then walking back to the car- I feel like I've lost my child. I walked in and saw her half eaten breakfast plate still on the table and I sobbed as I cleaned it up. I hope she has a good day because if she doesn't I'll be hard pressed to let her go back again. The house is definitely not the same without Tates. I have watched the clock all morning and it has just crept along. HUrry. UP. I want my child back. If she comes home singing Barrack Hussein Obama MMmm MMmm MMmmm- it will be over. I just hope as she spends less time in the sun her hair will darken and she can blend in a little better :)


I could see the look on all the other kids' faces thinking - "We got whh...another student in here!"



And this is how Ezra and Cagey entertained themselves after Cagey was done with his first little day of Kindergarten. He actually sat and did everything I asked him to do. In the words of my Momma, I am cautiously optimistic!

Back to life back to reality

Except for the disgusting humidity and insane heat indexes I wish summer could last forever. Taylor will be starting school this year. Even though I know she is almost 8 years old and most kids have already done the "first year off to school thing" I am so anxious about her being gone for 7 hours a day. What will she be learning? How will she be treated? Will she be able to keep up with all the writing? (she hates to write) I am trying to act excited for her sake. I'm trying to be excited about the stinkin' uniforms, and I'm trying to paint public school in a good light which is very hard since I did not like elementary school at all. The kids are outside swimming (or were- Cagey just drug his little wet bum inside) and Ezra is asleep. I love peaceful moments when I know exactly where all my little chillens are and what they're doing.

I have bribed Taters and Cagey with toys for doing well in school. Is that bad?

Tomatillos AND tomatoes and whatever else

I planted these little tomato plants in the back right after buying them. Then, after reading more in my handy dandy gardening book I realized there was just not enough space for the roots to spread out and grow. So- I almost pulled them up and threw them away, but figured I'd give them a second chance in my empty front "rock garden". Slowly, but surely they turned into these massive bushes. It took forever for them to finally get fruit on them, but when we got back from Utah we came home to this----->
There are so many stinkin' tomatoes! I thought I'd be canning tomatoes, but unfortunately a lot of them are rotting on the vine. I think they may be getting too hot against the rocks and then the ants are jumping on to get a little taste. BUT I have gotten several good ones off. I've made fresh salsa and tonight I made pizza sauce with fresh tomatoes and tomato paste whirred together in the food processor.

But- this post is about Ezra. This kid will eat anything. Yesterday I pulled a tomatillo off my half resurrected tomatillo plant and Ezra bit right into the thing and ate it all. Today as we left for a walk (after he had eaten 2 pieces of pizza and watermelon) I picked a tomato that I was going to put on the back table to ripen a little more when we got back and made the mistake of giving it to Ezra to hold. After walking for a bit I saw he had something in his mouth. I looked at my tomato and it had a big bite out of it. He started eating it like an apple!

During dinner I got up to get Ezra something to drink in his sippie. I asked everybody if they knew where his sippie was and Tates got up to look but returned empty handed. Ezra stood up in his high chair and thinking he was done I got him down. He immediately walked off to the living room, pizza in hand, straight to his sippie. I filled it with water while he waited and then lifted him, fully satisfied, back into his chair to finish his dinner. What a funny little guy.

Speaking of funny little guys- Cagey gave Ezra his chewed up bubble gum after he was done with it. I guess giving it to little brother was much easier than going to the trash can to spit it out. good grief.