Why yes, that is a toasted melange of rolled oats, quinoa, milled flax and cinnamon. Also, yes these are some of the tasty ingredients found in the batch of granola bars we created from the comfort of our kitchen this afternoon. Again, i absolutely would love to share with you the recipe for such a delicious and aromatic snack choice. Our friend and partner in craftology,
Rachel, sent Mama Jane a link to
this delightful post.
The final verdict: Mmmmm...
By the way, have you ever pulled up to a gas pump in a radio flyer town & country to purchase two dollars worth of unleaded gasoline? Baby Jane has.
In other news: Brother from another mother, Nelson, and myself took a late night drive through the country in his pickup truck. The goal was to retrieve a couple sweet Schwinn cycles and another hand-me-down propane grill from the folks. All was going according to plan until the fuzz pulled us over. Apparently, the plate in the back window warranted some suspicion from johnny law who informed us that beat-up pickup theft is an enormous problem in them there parts. I, however, am convinced that my friend and i were subjected to an unmerited case of racial profiling. As we later rolled out of my parent's driveway, I asked if we looked at all suspicious. My concerned father assured us that we merely appeared as though we were stealing bicycles. We all chuckled nervously before my comrade and i cautiously continued homeward. While conversing with friends earlier this evening, i had recounted the time i stood behind a shed with my childhood friend while watching him consume a bomb pop which was defiantly purchased from the ice cream man after said friend's mother warned him otherwise. I swore that i was either a.) going to jail, b.) going home early, or c.) never having the privilege of enjoying a frozen treat ever again. In over twenty years, i have never had that feeling again until the night i rode shotgun through shelby county with a black man.
Why yes, that is a toasted melange of rolled oats, quinoa, milled flax and cinnamon. Also, yes these are some of the tasty ingredients found in the batch of granola bars we created from the comfort of our kitchen this afternoon. Again, i absolutely would love to share with you the recipe for such a delicious and aromatic snack choice. Our friend and partner in craftology, Rachel, sent Mama Jane a link to this delightful post.
Thank you for letting The Mustard Room contribute to the cause in such a fashionable fashion.
Well, the wagon-ride-to-the-park streak has been broken. Today, we had much work to do in preparing screens for the printing of t-shirts for Team Nat-bug. Our friend's daughter has a team who march for dimes downtown every spring, and this year The Mustard Room has been recruited to print the fronts and backs of the team's apparel. Baby Jane and i spent the rest of the afternoon driving around the backyard while watching whirlybirds and aeroplanes float overhead.
After a night of screaming for badass girls on roller skates, I spent a few hours in the early morning crafting magical beverages before returning to my sanctuary of domestic bliss. Upon my return home, i rather expected a warm greeting accentuated by hugs and kisses from the Jane gals. You can imagine my surprise when i was greeted by nothing more than a vacant ground floor and silence. I made my way up the staircase to the second floor and slowly began cracking the door to the master bedroom. No sooner had i turned the door knob when i heard a familiar voice shriek, "Daddy!" As i peeked behind the the hinged white panels, i spied Baby Jane beneath a pile of votive candles as Mama Jane was frantically rifling through stacks of boxes of unorganized photographs from just about every season of our lives before and since.
Honestly, the first words out of her mouth when i found her standing high above a pile of plush critters from her crib this morning: "park. swing." She had a mission from the moment her big blue peepers happened upon the morning light what bounced gaily from wall to wall. So off we went on another red wagon ride to the park where a bucket swing hung patiently waiting for the chance to dangle a toddler over wood chips for a good thirty minutes straight.
Phone calls before 8 in the morning from unknown callers are often ignored. Today's resulted in a series of phone calls which may or may not culminate in a handsome check from a handsome university. Be it noted that there has been a great deal of drama over this particular deal. Here's the deal with me - If there's drama to be had, you better believe that i'm all up in drama's grill. This exciting exchange took place during day 2 of the great Mommydaddyswitcheroo Experiment. That's right, stressful negotiations, pooped trousers, and we still had time for a wagon ride to the park.
As Mama Jane rests for early work with grammar kids, day one of the great Mommydaddyswitcheroo Experiment wraps up. Todays tasks accomplished...
Since befriending them after suffering the losses of babies, the mother and father of this tiny man have been two of our closest allies in the long journey to bring children into our homes. Together, we have celebrated the births of baby jane and little man soto while grieving those lost before them. It's always difficult knowing that there are other moms and dads who still have yet to bring a little one home, but today we celebrate and welcome this gorgeous child into this wondrous, glorious mystery called life.
