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May 172012
 

Yesterday was bike day at school, one of Henry and Eleanor’s favorite days.

And while I was gone, apparently this happened:

Luckily Eleanor agreed to give me a demonstration so I could get it on film iPhone. I heard she had it down pat by her second try, and she’s been asking ever since to take the training wheels off of her own bike.

These kids! Why won’t they listen to their mother and quit growing up so fast?

 

He planned for a year and trained every Monday, Wednesday, Friday, and Saturday for five months.

He developed tendonitis in his Achilles, and irritation in his foot’s sesamoid bone, so he hadn’t run more than 45 minutes straight in a couple months.

Race day had >90% humidity, and a yellow flag caution to runners to be careful of weather conditions.

But he did it!

Andy completed his first half-marathon on Saturday, with a very respectable time of 2:23:08. As he breezed past the kids and me a half-mile from the finish line, he certainly didn’t look like a guy dealing with injuries and worries that he wouldn’t be able to finish. He looked like a seasoned runner and champ and I couldn’t be prouder.

 

May 022012
 

We’ve had quite the run of rainy weather lately. Yesterday’s downpour (and downpour and downpour) left our ditch flooded. Judging by the kids’ reaction to it, you’d think I took them to the Mediterranean instead of the front yard.

 

I came back from Blissdom all fired up to blog more this year, and then boy, have I really really sucked at following through on my goal. I know November is the popular NaBloPoMo month, and I’ve done that three years in a row, but this year I’m going to do a self-imposed challenge to blog every day in May, too. I might not come up with a daily post, but something’s better than nothing, right?

Let’s start with an easy post!

I’ll share this recipe with you with one caveat: I’ve never actually cooked this. This is Andy’s signature dish, and it’s what I request for every birthday, Mother’s Day, Day I Just Don’t Feel Like Cooking, etc. It is 100000000% worth the stinky asparagus pee you’ll have afterwards.

Penne with Roasted Asparagus and Balsamic Butter
(adapted from Food & Wine Magazine’s Quick from Scratch Pasta Cookbook)
(side note: that whole cookbook rocks, btw)

1 pound asparagus
1 tablespoon olive oil
2 teaspoons salt
1/2 teaspoon fresh-ground black pepper
1/2 cup plus 2 tablespoons balsamic vinegar
1/2 teaspoon brown sugar
1 pound penne
1/4 pound butter, cut into pieces
1/3 cup grated Parmesan cheese, plus more for serving
as many pine nuts as you’d like to add (hint: you can never have enough pine nuts)

1. Heat the oven to 400°. Snap the tough ends off the asparagus. Cut the spears into 1-inch pieces. Put the asparagus and pine nuts on a baking sheet and toss with the oil and 1/4 teaspoon each of the salt and pepper. Roast until asparagus is tender, about 10 minutes.

2. Meanwhile, put the vinegar in a small saucepan. Simmer until 3 tablespoons remain. (This will totally stink up your kitchen, leaving you to wonder just what in the heck you’re about to eat. It turns out okay, promise.) Stir in the brown sugar and the remaining 1/4 teaspoon pepper. Remove from heat.

3. Cook the penne in a large pot of boiling, salted water until just done, about 13 minutes. Drain the pasta and toss with the butter, vinegar, asparagus, pine nuts, Parmesan, and the remaining 1 3/4 teaspoons salt. Serve with additional Parmesan.

Serves 4. Or at my house, serves 2 adults who gluttonously eat like 3 helpings until their stomachs are bursting, with just enough leftovers for Andy to take to work for lunch the next day. Yum!

 

Apr 302012
 

We had to take a raincheck on celebrating since I was sick all weekend, but I still spent yesterday feeling thankful for twelve years with

the Worthy to my Fles
the boring political books to my junkfood-y mysteries
the Sugar Hill Gang to my Snoop Dogg
the Champaign to my Carterville
the NFL to my HGTV
the Big 10 message boards to my blogs
the sushi to my peanut butter
the groom to my bride

Happy anniversary (yesterday), Andy!

 

We are on the road very frequently, but our trips are always to visit family. Worthwhile travel for sure, but we’ve never done a “just the four of us” vacation. So last week we packed up the car and headed north to the land of nasally accents, deep dish pizza, impressive architecture, and failed sports teams:

We spent an action-packed two days there, enjoying family time and exposing the kids to new sights and experiences. Here, let me break it all down for you (and apologize for photo quality, we were supposed to have rain so I left the fancypants camera at home):

Accommodations
We stayed at the Best Western River North, right on Ohio and close to lots. Henry’s review as he walked into the lobby: “Wow, this is a neat place.” My review: fancy hotels are nice, but we weren’t there to stay in the hotel the whole time, so this place worked out perfectly. Close to bus and El, free parking, recently remodeled, a pool the kids were fired up for, $110 a night, and did I mention free parking? And the free parking? Also impressing Henry: the doughnuts we brought to eat for breakfast, Mom letting him lounge and play Angry Birds on her iPhone.

Eats
My love of McDonald’s coke aside, Andy and I are anti-chain and are annoyingly smug about it. I read a recommendation for Wishbone in a Frommer’s article, so for lunch our first day we schlepped the kids over to the West Loop for pancakes (H & E), crawfish etouffee (Andy), and beans and rice (me, and I’m still daydreaming about them).

That evening we tried out Lou Malnati‘s pizza. Andy and I declared it our favorite Chicago-style pizza; “yeasty” is such a gross word but that’s what the crust was and it was delicious.

As we were getting ready to head home, Andy and I debated the merits of leaving right at the start of rush hour. Figuring it would be best to feed the kids first and avoid some traffic, we swallowed our smug attitudes and headed across the street from the hotel to the Rainforest Café, which was Henry and Eleanor’s restaurant heaven and their parents’ tourist nightmare. But seeing how excited the kids were to sit next to an aquarium, watch the fake elephants swat their ears, and chat with the tree frog mascot made our overpriced nachos totally worth it. The kids started hugging everything good-bye as we left, so I’m going to wager a guess that this was their favorite restaurant of the trip.

Transportation
We parked the car at the hotel (did I mention it was free?) and didn’t see it again until we left. Henry and Eleanor were excited to ride in a taxi, bus, and subway for the first time. Henry loved the TV in the taxi, Eleanor liked the “bus that was not even a school bus,” and they both loved watching for the subway trains to come down the tunnel. I have to admit, I love subways, too. I love putting your ticket in the slot thingie and going through the turnstile, and subway maps, and the griminess mixed with interesting tile in the underground stations, and the warnings that the doors are about to close, and the dusty oily smell all the tunnels have (which, yes, is sometimes mixed with urine-y smells, looking at you, Paris and occasionally London).

We took the bus the most, though, and discovered they are great places to nap.

Attractions
We came to Chicago to have fun, and we had no trouble finding it. Our first stop was to Navy Pier, to ride the giant Ferris Wheel.

The kids loved it, and I was impressed at how well scared-of-heights Andy did. We practically had the place to ourselves and got some great views of downtown. Next stop was to Millennium Park to see the art.

Henry and Eleanor equate park with playground so we heard a few murmurs of “boring” from them. So we kept our visit short and looked at our reflections in the Bean and the giant faces spouting water. Henry and Eleanor had fun watching the faces and waiting for them to spit, if it had been warmer I’m sure they would’ve been splashing around.

Next up was the Field Museum. Henry and Eleanor are more do-ers than looking-at-things-ers, so we only spent a couple of hours here. I liked seeing Sue the T. Rex, and could appreciate what an important specimen it is, to have a complete skeleton like that. But after a few years of monthly visits to our Children’s Museum, where the dinosaurs look like this (complete with changing sky and occasional dinosaur roars and thunderstorms)…

…this was a little underwhelming.

Henry and Eleanor were basically like “whatever” and then ran off to the Egyptian exhibit. And if that last sentence sentence can’t convince you that my children are spoiled, I’m not sure what can.

We tried a slower pace after our “swim Ferris wheel park museum swim” first day, and spent our second day at the Museum of Science and Industry. Definitely worth a repeat trip this year, we didn’t make it through everything we wanted to see. This museum had more hands-on exhibits, which was right up Henry and Eleanor’s alley. We played in a children’s area, watched model trains weave through a multi-million-dollar display, flew a 727, created a tornado, sat in a tractor, modeled tsunami waves, and (our favorite) watched eggs ready to hatch and new baby chicks.

Silliness


Jennifer doing her best William Shatner impression at the Field Museum


at Field Museum exhibit of taxidermied animals
Andy: This is like Sad Zoo.


Field Museum, Egyptian exhibit
Henry: Do you think the mummy escaped?


Museum of Science and Industry
Kids: What’s this?
Jennifer: It’s a Foucault pendulum. It’s how you show that the Earth rotates.
Andy: And how you find the Island.


Museum of Science and Industry
Eleanor: Look! It’s the Serious Tower!

Souvenirs
Henry and Eleanor came home with toy baby chicks from the museum gift shop. Andy and I came home with stomach flu germs. So far (knock on wood) the kids haven’t caught the stomach bug. I’d love it, though, if they caught our travel bug. Andy and I are already brainstorming on where we can take them next.

 

 

 

In about a ten day span, we crammed in the twins’ birthday, spring break, Andy’s birthday, and Easter. Crazy-ass busy? Yes! Lots of fun? Affirmative! Am I going to tell you about it? You know it!

I’m sure a lot of you trekked all the way to Florida for spring break, and I’ve just got two words for you: HAHA SUCKERS. We drove less than five hours to southern Illinois, where we had multiple days of temps pushing 90. We were hot and a little miserable and it was FABULOUS. We even hit the (neighbor’s) pool for the first time this season.

Of course, loving grandparents meant more birthday celebrating.

We arrived home the evening before Andy’s parents came to visit and celebrate Easter/Andy’s birthday weekend. We ate queso, I introduced my mother-in-law to the wonders of Goodwill, the kids opened yet more presents. Sunday was both Easter and Andy’s birthday, so it was a fun mash-up of egg seeking, kite flying, cheesecake, and Empire Strikes Back viewing.

And then everything was over and we went back to our normal everyday routine and I tried to get caught up on things and failed. The end.

Have you had spring break? What was your favorite part?

 

Mar 312012
 

Cards and presents.

A trip to the bakery that turned into a surprise trip to the bike store.

Two unexpected, out-of-the-blue brand new bikes.

An actual trip to the bakery for cakes.

Lunch at Steak n Shake.

First library cards to go with the made-by-Mom book bags.

Bike ride.

Bike ride.

Pit stop at the soccer field.

Bike ride.

Bike ride.

Bike ride.

Games and more games and pizza at the arcade.

Bike ride.

Cake and candles and “Happy Birthday.”

Bike ride.

•••••

As Henry and Eleanor jumped up and down at the realization that the bikes just wheeled out were theirs, Henry declared, “This is the best birthday ever!”

Couldn’t have said it better myself.

 

(Do do doooo do, do do do do do….)

Tomorrow’s the big day this household has been anxiously awaiting. Last night Eleanor informed us that her birthday was NOT in two days, but the day after tomorrow. The first thing I heard Henry say this morning was, “Eleanor, do you know what day it is? It’s the day before our birthday!”

We’ve been in the countdown mode for at least a month now. Every day it’s
How many days until our birthday?
What day is it on the calendar?
When’s it our birthday?
How many days until our birthday?
How many days until our birthday?
How many days until our birthday?

I’m not much better, I’m afraid. Lately I’m nothing but
Aren’t they the best?
Isn’t this the best?
Aren’t they awesome?
Aren’t they the BEST?
Seriously, aren’t they just THE! BEST!
Don’t you think they’re just the best?

Because this age is just THE BEST, you guys. I mean, don’t get me wrong, they still can drive me nuts and misbehave and all that. But this age is just, for lack of a less redundant way to put it, THE BEST. I’m equal parts “quit growing up my babies holy crap you’re going to go to kindergarten and you’re tall and independent and just stay four for a few more years please” and “five is going to be terrific I can’t wait to see you learn and grow and tell me your opinions on things hooray for five.”

The thing about having kids the exact same age is that you only get to do each phase once. Which is great for those phases that suck (looking at you, two-newborns-at-once days of yore). But it also makes these wonderful phases seem even more fleeting. I wish I could have Truman Show-like cameras recording every minute of our days right now, to play back later when they’re too busy texting Braden and Jaden on their iPhone 17s than wanting to hang with their dumb mom and dad. So I’m trying to soak in every moment I have with them right now, while they’re on the cusp of big-kid-ness.

The celebration started today at preschool with crowns and cupcakes, and will continue well into April with lots of friends and family. In the meantime, the countdown to five is still going strong. T-24 hours and counting!

 

It’s been at least five
years since we’ve seen a film on
opening weekend.

If you go to the
fancypants theatre you
drink beer while you watch

Yes, I wore a braid
in honor of Katniss. Yes,
I am a big dork.

What a treat to have
a date with husband in the
middle of the day

Review in haiku:
a great adaptation of
very kick-ass book

Love that the hero
is female, hope to watch with
my daughter some day.

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