4 Seconds A Day: July 2016

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Lips, It's Your Very Own A-Frame

The Colbert Chicken

Difficult Preaching Is Posdnuos' Pleasure

 Mostly never intentional, but intensely necessary, we found ourselves out in the middle of town with two hungry girls and not many options on a Friday night that doesn't include crowd madness and the inevitable pregnant woman eating food of someone's plate while they run to the bathroom and our eventual removal from the premises and ending up in a crappy drive-thru.

To avoid that we went to a relative hotspot with minimal wait time, but I was concerned after a few minutes that Laura may try to eat one of those koi from the pond at the entrance. 

During our meal it occurred to Laura (I was entrenched in some delicious wontons) that this may be the last time we dine out as a threesome. She asked me if I was sad about that. The only thing that came to mind was that I won't feel the emotional affiliation with De La Soul's Three Is A Magic Number like I have the past 3 and a half years, but beyond that, no not really. She went on about all the things parents the second time around might have forgotten about, she forgot about burping, am I ready to change the diapers, Yuula wanted to know when she could teach him to swim. All I could keep thinking about was which one of them was Pasemaster Mase and which was Trugoy. Because I'm Posdnuos.

The conversation ended when we saw the freakshow of a fortune cookie Laura got handed, whether on purpose or not, she got doubled up, one for her and one for the baby. 

Yuula thought that was unfair.

Master Of Leftovers

This is not bad for just throwing all the random fridge junk in a pan and cooking it up

No Nothing

Tonight was nice. Good dinner, chicken and snap peas. Catching up on a little comedy television. Playing a little tug o'war with the child, which she enjoys immensely. Cuddling on the couch, watching Wibbly Pig. We three ate a bag of carrots for dessert. ?. Judee ate on her bone. No construction. No projects. No nothing.

Love, So Be It

Valentine's is a tough one. I don't buy into the holiday and all, but in my aging boredom it's nice to have a little something to differentiate between days when they all blur together and turn life into one blinding flash of routine and repetition until you finally perish of cynicism and halitosis. 

Some wine, candles, flowers, and the worst red velvet cake ever concocted. 

Dinner was heart-shaped

Sweet potato and kale chicken patties over a nice bed of greens... heart healthy on heart day

This will be empty by the end of tonight

I think she got a caramel

Happy Valentine's Day

Crashed And Cooked

Yesterday was good and bad. Yuula played with (and left out) every single toy and game she could find including giving me a thorough medical examination while I was trying to get some work done and hiding all her wubbawees under my chair, lap, under my shirt and in my pockets for "other Yuula" to come and find after what we'll call a brief "forgetting period". I got a lot of good work done, bringing a close to a job we've been in the trenches on for over a year but focused on for a couple months. Then my computer crashed.

Such amazing timing cannot be coincidence. But I'm really hoping that big red X next to the hard drive symbol is not what I'm sure it is. I am surprisingly calm about it right now but this sucks pretty humongously. 

Best part of the day was dinner. Laura whipped up some Indonesian ginger chicken over some crunchy noodle salad. This recipe tablet is gonna pay off I can feel it. What to cook on Wednesday??

Yu Two Today

We didn't really have any plans for Yuula' birthday. We knew we'd have Grandma and Grandpa for breakfast, Aunt Danielle sometime around lunch and somehow we convinced ourselves that it was Tuesday and we had a CSA pickup. We kinda based the day around it. We wanted to take Yuula to see some animals but the best place was an hour north and closed at 6. Plus rain was forecast for 4pm and we had to pickup CSA between 3 and 7, an hour south. The timeline wasn't working out and suddenly Laura brought up Country Junction and a deal was struck. Maybe because it's the only place outside of Lancaster to get Jake & Amos corn salsa and we just ran out last night. Happy Birthday Yuula! You're getting Amish corn salsa. Dani arrived and we went.

The girls fed ducks. She loved it.

She sprinkled corn on top of goats. She loved that.

She pointed and yelped at chickens. Loved.

Test drove their various vehicles.

Loving.

The girls competed in a hula hoop contest. I won.

Photo op with a dragon.

She saw puppies and fish, bunnies and thought ferrets were hilarious. Who doesn't? We rocketed back towards the farm only to realize about 100 yards from the entrance that it was in fact Monday and our pickup was tomorrow. We laughed. Then decided to go pickup some beer. Happy birthday Yuula. You're going to watch us get drunk.

Yuula had communicated to us (we think) that she wanted pizza for dinner. Maybe we had a preconceived notion. But we thought it'd be fun to let her make her own pizza, get her hands dirty. It was and she did.

Yes more cheese made it onto the floor than the pies but hey, she loved singing "sprinkle sprinkle sprinkle".

Gifts were displayed much to her delight.

She's still not sure about the whole candle in the cake thing.

She couldn't wait to test out her new umbrella. Good thing it was raining.

She took right to destroying her new coloring books.

And she really took to the magnadoodle, a toy right in her wheelhouse since she can fill up a page faster than we can cut down the trees, this will probably save the rainforest.

We also got her a starter dollhouse (assembly required) and aunt Danielle made her a nice wooly poncho for the quickly upcoming cold and some awesome new books that she then read to her during some aunty cuddle time while downing her night night milk. Then she went right to bed as we snapped this photo at 9:50pm, exactly two years after she was born.

Then Laura cried...

Powder Out / Poultry Up

We came home yesterday to a glimpse of grass. They must've been hard at work while we were out. I'm feeling the overwhelming sense of spring. I think it's here. We're running out of fire fuel. It better be. It was so nice out today that while driving with the windows down we began to think about all the grilling we'll do outdoors and after an unsatisfactory display the past few months by local grocers, where could we go to get better quality meats. Some would call it a coincidence that when we got home and were unloading the car that a van pulled into our driveway and out popped a man selling his meats door to door. And what better way to welcome in the season of blooming flowers and warm weather than to buy six boxes of top choice chicken cuts!



We got italian, southwest, honey mustard, lemon pepper, some blank slates and a case of patties to do with as we please. That'll last us a couple months. We would've bought more if we hadn't dropped a chunk of change on cat fixing and family passports just hours earlier. Plus it's probably a good idea to take these puppies for a test drive. Maybe tonight. Maybe yes.

As The Snow Melts

This was the kind of day where we gave people handfuls of money and came home with less than when we left. We ate a breakfast of minis and was bullied by redneck cat breeders. We calculated our future in wood, stone and lawnchair. Laura made an enemy at the post office while I made nice with a man searching garbage cans for computer parts and dignity. We let a stranger photograph Yuula lying on the floor of a pharmacy. We confused genders. We serenaded downtown sidewalk patrons with the musical stylings of Rob Base & DJ E-Z Rock. Right around stop number eight I felt the energy rip from my body like a boned fish. It hurt. When we got home a man sold us chicken in our driveway. It was only 2pm. We should've just gone to bed then. We'll try again tomorrow.

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Belly, Ear & Eye Full

Oh boy! Busy day. Lots packed into a quick outing onto the downtown arena. The girls wanted to get fabrics and yarn for their respective arts & crafts projects. A steady jaunt motivated by a heavy tailwind down main street dropped us in front of the Sweet Creams Cafe. There should've been danger signs. We entered and took seats around a center table.



Yuula insisted on being held the whole time, which is how she got chocolate on her sleeve. Laura & Danielle each had brownie sundaes, Laura with vanilla Danielle with Grasshopper (eww gross) and I had the sinful concoction of a sugar cookie ice cream filled croissant drizzled with caramel, whipped cream and a cherry. It was far and away the most delicious dessert I've ever had.


Laura's


Danielle's (she took a bite before I could get a photo)


mine

We went by the record shop and bought a Guess Who vinyl, the antique shop and bought nothing yet tried out some rocking chairs and were thoroughly annoyed with the automated spoken word crosswalks along the way.




Saffron chicken, with cilantro this time, for dinner and some funny and not so funny TV sitcoms will see the night thru. It looks like the 3 girls are already settling in. Good visit with Aunt Danielle. Counting down to the next one. Might be sooner than later.

Better Than Campbell's

Laura's been brewing up a storm in the kitchen lately. Every time I go in there she's got something stewing on the stovetop. She's gone soup crazy. She's become the soup Nazi. But I can't complain, because it' good soup. I been eating it everyday. Lunch, dinner... that's it. Breakfast would be nasty.

She's made three...

Ham & 16 Bean


Turkey Lentil


Chickenoodle


She says she's got plans for a french onion and maybe a beef barley. I want a nice winter root. Mmmmm rutabaga.

That Graveyard Is Cute

It is inexplicable forces at work when a 24 year old girl can find herself 38 weeks pregnant shin deep in a Pocono river dressed like a lion in a nightie keeping the company of a chicken & a Mexican wrestler or find a hidden traincar in the woods filled with delicious tikka masala and eat ice cream made of rocks. But the rice pudding tastes like lysol. It's best told in photos.

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And they all lived happily ever after...