The letter I.


It’s ice cream.

The letter I. 

My favorite food in the entire world is ice cream. Ice cream sounds good on a full stomach. Ice cream sounds better on an empty stomach. My death row final meal – ice cream. My pat-on-the-back treat every night for not killing anyone? Ice cream. Who screams for ice cream? That would be me if one of my piglet family members eats the last of my ice cream in the freezer.

I once chased an ice cream truck for two blocks in my old neighborhood. This probably sounds slightly psychotic for a grown woman to chase an ice cream truck but to top it off, I also carried a 2-year-old on my hip and I was 9 months pregnant with Kate. I damn near went into labor. Baby Kate enjoyed her chocolate Sundae Crunch Bar that day. She didn’t arrive until a week later when she was finally ready to meet the mother that built her bones via a solid stream of ice cream.

She later broke her tibia bone at age one but that’s besides the point.

It was just this January, almost eight years later, when Kate gave me a lesson in motherhood. It’s a lesson I won’t forget, mainly because it involves ice cream.

This particular January night’s excuse for ice cream was because the night fell on one of the coldest nights of the season. That means the ice cream won’t melt.

Kate: Can we get some ice cream?

Scott: I’m not taking you. Ask your mother.

Me: Yes! Let’s try that new Freezing Moo place. They roll the ice cream from liquid in front of you. I heard it’s good. Go put some pants on over your leotard.

Kate: Why do I need pants?

Me: Because I’ll look like a terrible mother if I brought you inside an ice cream store with no pants on. It’s 13 degrees out.

Kate: But you ARE a terrible mother.

Me: WHAT?!

Kate: Your reason should be because I’ll get cold, not what others think of you.

And that’s how Kate became a better mom than me over a shared cup of ice cream.



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Summer = ice cream

Ok – FINE….

Summer, fall, winter and spring = ice cream, to me anyway.

Today is the first day of summer. And what better way to enjoy the longest day of the year than a big batch of homemade vanilla ice cream. No store bought brand can even compare.


This is the recipe I have been using since Pook and I got married. I got it from a family friend. She noticed we didn’t have an ice cream maker on our wedding registry. She thought it was simply a must have (and really, how could I miss putting this item on our registry?? I’m glad she saved me.) And included her favorite vanilla recipe inside. It’s not eggy/custard tasting at all. It’s creamy vanilla heaven. I actually lost her recipe card…hence, the google search for it. But after a few phone calls, I got the recipe back.

4 eggs
1 cup sugar
2 Tbls vanilla
2 cans eagle brand milk
1 1/2 – 2 qts whole milk
1/2 pint whipping cream
Combine everything except whole milk.  Then add the whole milk to the fill line. Run machine with ice and rock salt.

Summer work.

We’re barely into summer but I can already tell how my days will be:

  • If the girls don’t get outside at least once every day, my day will end in tears – from me – after all the meltdowns from the girls. They are happiest when outside. Emma and Kate are already very, very tan. I don’t want to think about how they will look in August. I am not used to being this tan in June. I always wear high spf and dislike “tanning” – cancer and wrinkles scare me. But this constant sun is proving to people that I am indeed half Mexican.
  • Water must be involved when outside. Kiddie pool will be filled no matter if it’s scorching hot or kinda cool. I know my parents will look out their windows and see us splashing around in their pool, unannounced.
  • Bath/showers are necessary for every one, every night. Sweating, pool water, and hose water does not make for very nice smelling children (or mom).
  • Laundry must be done, or at least started, every night. Wet swimsuits, wet clothes, wet underwear from the potty-training one, and wet towels get first dibs in the washer.
  • My days of “extra-curricular activity” chauffeuring have begun. Emma is taking swim lessons, dance lessons (a present from her Aunt Jessica), and art lessons. I am hesitant to sign her up for anything more because I hated “lessons” as a child. I have a fear that she will too and don’t want to push her to do something she does not. Although, she seems to be enjoying everything she has started so far. This is enough driving as it is.
  • I broke the ice cream truck seal. I got Emma and myself some ice cream last night from the ice cream truck (he drives directly in front of our house every evening). Funny how Emma had a keen sense of hearing tonight. I have gathered a bowl of quarters, ready for tomorrow. I am weak when it comes to ice cream…so weak.
  • I have a vastly larger group of friends with kids to call on for playdates during the week. I have a lot of teacher friends.
  • Scott has already started sweet talking me into taking the girls camping. And taking Emma on early morning fishing trips. And taking the girls to a Royals game or Sporting game.
I’m not really complaining about all this summer work. I do feel bad for friends and family that have to do paid work indoors in office attire. Every one really should have summers off (don’t know how that could happen but the idea is nice). My calender is just busier than I thought it would be after Emma’s preschool ended. It will be a fun (and exhausting) summer with a very tan 2-year-old and 5-year-old.

Happy Birthday, Kate!

We are going to Disney World to celebrate the girl’s May birthdays.

Today is–actually, being it’s 12:17 am, WAS–Kate’s birthday so we decided to do something laid back b/c going to Disney World to celebrate a birthday is kinda a big deal. And, a two-year-old really doesn’t know the difference between her birthday and any other day. I decided to make this day as fun as possible in the eyes of Kate.

If she could record this day, here is what I think she would say….

I had the greatest day a 2 year-old could ever have.

I woke up and cuddled with Mommy, Daddy and Boo-Boo in bed. I watched some cartoons. Then…GARAGE DOOR OPENS! AHHH! Who’s dat?
Our lab, Bailey comes running in! Then NANA! Weeeee! I fling my sippy cup of milk against the wall and ran to Nana with my arms wide open and gave her the biggest hug my little body could throw at her.

I played outside in our backyard all morning with Emma and Papa and Nana. I took a good 2 hour kitty nap. When I woke up, I talked to Aunt JJ and (shhhh…my personal favorite) Uncle Coo-Coo.

Then we went to Deanna Rose, a petting zoo!
I saw calfs and mommy cows. The calfs licked my hands. I saw Boo-Boo ride a pony (I am still too young). I went inside a teepee. I got to pet some rescue dogs too! They were like the biggest dogs I’ve ever seen! They weigh over 130 pounds. My favorite was feeding the baby goats with a bottle! Oh, but it didn’t start that innocent….
You see, we walk into the baby goat section and Nana hands me this bottle with milk in it. I was thirsty. I haven’t had a bottle in awhile, but I’ll take it! I took a sip or two. Mommy screamed and pointed at me. Daddy ripped the bottle out of my mouth. I really don’t understand why they freaked out. It was warm and delicious.

But, I am a good sharer (I do have a sister). I gave the rest to the baby goats coming up to me. 

Then we got some ice cream at an old fashioned ice cream parlor. I got cookies and cream. Here I am laughing at Nana. She’s so funny.

We finished off the day at Nina and Papa’s house! Nina had all my presents displayed around my cake! With balloons all over the kitchen! And Aunt Jenna was there! Then soon-to-be Uncle Steven came over! But, first things first, I dug right in to the cake then made funny guilty faces at my mom and the camera. 

We had some KC BBQ (Oklahoma Joe’s) for dinner. And some cake and ice cream! Then I opened presents. I got lots of toys and clothes!
Nana and Papa had to leave. Then Jenna and Steven left. 

I finished my perfect day pool side (only feet and occasionally butt) with Mommy, Daddy, Boo-Boo, Nina and Papa. Here I am with Boo-Boo. She’s my favorite person ever.

I am ready for Disney World, more time at the pool and some more summer weather!

Ice cream from the clouds…

We’re snowed in. Like really snowed in.  I think we have about a foot and a half right now.  It’s not letting up anytime soon. Blizzard of the century. I don’t think I’ve ever seen this much snow in my life.

I saw a few friends on facebook talking about making “Snow ice cream” with the last snow storm we had. Of course, by the time I read it, the snow had stopped. And there was no way I was scooping snow from the ground.

Mother nature provided plenty today.

About 9:00 am.
About 11:00 am.
About 1:00 pm

Not me.

Not me.
I would NEVER use breastfeeding aka “I’m burning 500 calories a day anyway” as an excuse to cut my cardio workout short.
I would NEVER slowly toss Scott’s massive t-shirt collection to Good Will.  And I would NEVER toss a pair of jeans that I think don’t look good on him.
I would NEVER give Emma “grilled cheese” by toasting the bread then putting cheese in the middle and microwaving it until the cheese melts.
I would NEVER let Emma, age 2, watch Will Ferrell’s The Landlord.
I would NEVER video tape my 2-year-old running around the house yelling, “give me my money, you bitches!” Never.
I would NEVER buy the biggest container of draino once a week because my hair falls out in clumps thanks to my post-baby hormones.
I would NEVER eat the really good, but really bad-for-you ice cream before bed even if I’ve had the world’s biggest meal for dinner.  Every. Single. Night.
And I would NEVER seriously think about spraying Scott’s hunt clothes with perfume the night before he hunts just so the deer can smell him coming.
Not me.