Come on by! Abby's making breakfast! One of her kindergarten assignments was to come up with a recipe, and this is the result. I'm almost tempted to mix these up just to see how they'd turn out.
Abby's Pancakes
Syrup
1 C butter
1 t milk
1 oz lemon juice
4/2 C blueberries
1/2 t salt
1 T flour
8 T sugar
4 eggs
Mix ingredients. Put color in it if you want. Put it in the oven, at 500 degrees. Cook for 16 minutes. Take it out and serve with syrup and butter.
Saturday, December 01, 2012
Tuesday, August 28, 2012
But Wait, There's More
One of the first things we did after moving in was visit the Cincinnati zoo. We picked up a year membership, which was totally worth it. The girls and I spent a lot of days there and never got tired of it.
One week we rented a tandem bike and a trailer and biked by the river, past the Reds and Bengals stadiums. Regis and I probably had more fun than the girls. I probably had more fun than Regis. My enthusiasm far outweighed my coordination. I've decided we need to buy a tandem bike.
One of our favorite summer events was Taste of Cincinnati, where they block off a section of downtown and fill it with vendors. We got balloon hats, Irish nachos, and the best gyro I've ever tasted. Afterwards we walked down to the bridge that was the pattern for the Brooklyn bridge, crossed into Kentucky, and came back. It was hotter than snot, so we stopped in Smale Riverfront Park to play in the fountains. That became another favorite spot.
Back to Your Poorly Scheduled Programming
I hope you enjoyed how I left you all hanging there. The Cincinnati Summer of Silence. Well, prepare your eardrums (or eyedrums, I guess), for the explosion of sound. In pictures. That fell apart quickly, didn't it?
First, how we got to Ohio: in a sexy new minivan. I'll have to take a picture later, but I really like our van. It's got tons of bells and whistles, and features that I honestly don't know how to use yet. P&G gave us a nice chunk of money to relocate with, and we opted to spend it on the van for various reasons. It was pretty tough to cram everything we thought we'd need into the back (even with the nifty fold-into-the-floor seats), but we managed it for the most part. Choosing to drive instead of fly also allowed us to make it into a vacation roadtrip. We stopped first in Denver to visit my brother and his family, which is always a treat. Glenn and Julie really know how to make you feel welcome, and the girls love spending time with their cousins. (These Denver pictures are from the trip back, but since it was mostly a monotonous charge back to Utah, I don't plan to post about it.)
Julie decided two birthday celebrations weren't enough for Abby, so she got a third in Denver.
Evie and Adam had a great time drinking the leftover syrup they'd dumped on their pancakes.
What cuties!
After Denver came Kansas City, Missouri. Driving through the Midwest may not be the most thrilling adventure ever, but the scenery was very pretty. We had a fun time in Kansas City, with our first summer dose of fountains:
The trouble really started at the Pioneer Pastimes pavilion, when Regis got competitive. First he tried to show me up on stilts, then the hoop roll, then graces.
He really got his comeuppance in the stick pull, though. This ill-fated picture was taken just before we started, when Regis instantly collapsed backwards, writhing in the bark. Clearly he is no match for my muscular prowess. Unfortunately, he had tweaked his back so badly that he was unable to move without pain, and therefore spent the rest of our time in Nauvoo full of ibuprofen and sitting in the van.
First, how we got to Ohio: in a sexy new minivan. I'll have to take a picture later, but I really like our van. It's got tons of bells and whistles, and features that I honestly don't know how to use yet. P&G gave us a nice chunk of money to relocate with, and we opted to spend it on the van for various reasons. It was pretty tough to cram everything we thought we'd need into the back (even with the nifty fold-into-the-floor seats), but we managed it for the most part. Choosing to drive instead of fly also allowed us to make it into a vacation roadtrip. We stopped first in Denver to visit my brother and his family, which is always a treat. Glenn and Julie really know how to make you feel welcome, and the girls love spending time with their cousins. (These Denver pictures are from the trip back, but since it was mostly a monotonous charge back to Utah, I don't plan to post about it.)
After Denver came Kansas City, Missouri. Driving through the Midwest may not be the most thrilling adventure ever, but the scenery was very pretty. We had a fun time in Kansas City, with our first summer dose of fountains:
We also toured the Hallmark visitor's center and participated in an art session at Kaleidoscope, which I highly recommend if you're ever in the area. Lots of fun for us all, and free.
We were also able to walk around the brand new Kansas City temple, but were unfortunately one day too early to attend the dedication.
From Kansas City we went to Independence, MO, to visit the our church's temple lot, visitor's center, and the Liberty Jail, where the prophet Joseph Smith was imprisoned in terrible conditions. I'm not sure how much the girls understood, but it was a neat experience. I made a massive church history tour the summer before I started college, so most of the sites weren't new to me. It's different seeing them with kids, though, and Regis has wanted to see them for a long time.
Our tour of Nauvoo, Illinois, however, probably dampened his interest. It started well enough. We had a nice place to stay, and there is a lot to see and do in Nauvoo. We were a little early in the season for some of the entertainments, but we liked seeing the temple, taking a wagon ride, and walking through all the historic buildings and listening to the tour guides.
His injury was especially inconvenient the next day, when he was still too sore to carry things up to our apartment in Cincinnati--on the third floor. Guess who got to unpack the car?
Sunday, May 13, 2012
Crystal Blue Goes Cincinnati Red
We celebrated Mother's Day in our new ward in today. We are hanging out in Cincinnati this summer, because Regis has an internship with Procter & Gamble. Living in Ohio is a very new experience for me. I've never lived in the midwest; I spent all my youth in California and left only to go to Utah for college, where I've lived ever since.
My impressions so far have been mostly positive. I love how green it is here. We've met some friendly people, especially at church. The only effect of the humidity I've noticed is positive: my knuckles aren't cracking like they do in Utah. (We'll see how I like it in August.) My only real gripe so far is that TONS of people smoke here. It's gross.
Our apartment here is fairly nice for a short-term rental. It's on the top floor, so we don't have to worry about people above us making noise -- just the people below us blowing smoke into our windows. I'm very glad we decided to rent furniture. It makes it much more homey to have a table and actual beds and a couch, especially since the couch is better than the one we own in our Orem apartment. There are sliding glass doors out to a wood balcony, which the girls absolutely love. I live in constant fear that Evie will slip through the railing, but she loves running out there to eat popsicles, especially if she can do it in the nude. There is an extra room (which the management refers to as a "den") that the girls are using as a playroom. I'm seriously reconsidering my previous assertion that we don't need a 3-room apartment until Regis graduates. Again, there's one real downside: the kitchen is teeny. Since I probably spend 30% of my waking hours in the kitchen when I'm home, it's a problem, but hopefully we can handle it for the summer.
My impressions so far have been mostly positive. I love how green it is here. We've met some friendly people, especially at church. The only effect of the humidity I've noticed is positive: my knuckles aren't cracking like they do in Utah. (We'll see how I like it in August.) My only real gripe so far is that TONS of people smoke here. It's gross.
Our apartment here is fairly nice for a short-term rental. It's on the top floor, so we don't have to worry about people above us making noise -- just the people below us blowing smoke into our windows. I'm very glad we decided to rent furniture. It makes it much more homey to have a table and actual beds and a couch, especially since the couch is better than the one we own in our Orem apartment. There are sliding glass doors out to a wood balcony, which the girls absolutely love. I live in constant fear that Evie will slip through the railing, but she loves running out there to eat popsicles, especially if she can do it in the nude. There is an extra room (which the management refers to as a "den") that the girls are using as a playroom. I'm seriously reconsidering my previous assertion that we don't need a 3-room apartment until Regis graduates. Again, there's one real downside: the kitchen is teeny. Since I probably spend 30% of my waking hours in the kitchen when I'm home, it's a problem, but hopefully we can handle it for the summer.
Sunday, March 11, 2012
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
Craftier Than Thou
Once upon a time, I had a blog. It went to visit its grandmother one day, carrying a basket of cookies. I haven't seen it since.
Here's what I've been up to in the past, say, three months.
Hand-knitted socks for Regis. He loves them.
My charming brother and sister-in-law. Please admire the bustle. We had a blast making it. I'm tempted to make another for myself for everyday wear.
The wreath craze has clearly hit me hard. But admit it: they're darling.
This last is not finished. It will eventually be a coat hanger for the girls, with posts where the birds' feet would be. But I'm awfully proud of those fat little birds.
There's more, of course. But I don't want to make you feel TOO inadequate.
Here's what I've been up to in the past, say, three months.
Hand-knitted socks for Regis. He loves them.
My charming brother and sister-in-law. Please admire the bustle. We had a blast making it. I'm tempted to make another for myself for everyday wear.The wreath craze has clearly hit me hard. But admit it: they're darling.
This last is not finished. It will eventually be a coat hanger for the girls, with posts where the birds' feet would be. But I'm awfully proud of those fat little birds.
There's more, of course. But I don't want to make you feel TOO inadequate.
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