Tuesday, December 1, 2009

The Perfect Childhood Accessory

Doesn't it look fantastic with the overalls and the beanie?


Yep, that's a shiner. A pretty nice one, too.


Cora started it, rolling around and wrestling with the dog on the couch. Add an extra kid in there, and someone's bound to get hurt. Elbow connected solidly with eye, and here we are.


She didn't even cry... until she realized she was going to "look funny". Silly girl.




Sunday, November 29, 2009

Finished Knits

Longies ordered by a friend for her one year old little man, Owen. I think Cora needs some too - I haven't made her any in a long time; she thought these should be hers.




My brother-in-law requested a hat for his gift in the Miller Family Winter Gift Exchange this year. The yarn is alpaca - soft as butter.




Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Complete Overhaul

Goal: Find a way to organize our too many toys so that they all get played with and don't end up scattered about the house, overwhelming Two Little Girls and making it impossible to clean up.

Solution: A whole lot of Rubbermaid tubs and a great-sounding suggestion from my dear friend Shawnna.

Before:




Too many toys in little storage bins, plus two enormous tubs in a basement closet that never got played with. All too tempting for Two Little Girls who like to pull too much stuff out at one time but have a hard time getting it put back when clean up time comes around.

I swear on everything holy, I really do clean their room. This is what happens just a day or two after a thorough cleaning. It's depressing!

After:


A closet full of neatly organized tubs. No, it's not pretty. But it just might save my sanity.

I went through, quite literally, every single toy in this entire house today. Now, they are all stored neatly in labeled tubs behind closed closet doors. I can't remember the last time every single toy in our house was in it's proper place. In fact, I'm pretty sure more than half the toys didn't even actually have a proper place until today. That's exciting stuff, man. Pet Shop, Barbies, baby dolls and play food, magnets and puzzles, stable horses, musical instruments - they all have their own happy little tub to live in.

The plan: One box comes out after school time in the morning. They can pick any box, but only one. When I start to fix lunch, I'll let them know it's time to clean up. Everything goes right back into the tub. After afternoon school time, a new box comes out. That box stays out until I start fixing dinner.

If the toys are not back in the tub by the time the meal is on the table, that tub goes into time out (the spooky basement closet) for a week or so. The same rule may apply for any fussing or back talking or attitude that ensues from the "clean up" directive, if necessary. (Ooh, doesn't that sound business-like?)

The ONLY toys allowed out at all times are each girl's favorite doll.

I know I sound like a control freak, but I think they might actually appreciate this. It makes clean-up time a breeze, and they know right where to find all of their toys. It was like going shopping today - they couldn't wait to start playing with the "new" stuff I'd found buried under couches and stashed in the bottom of the toy box.

Go ahead and call me the Toy Nazi. I bet my living room stays cleaner than yours. :oP

(Please, no comments on the obvious excess of toys that my spoiled children own. I don't buy them toys. They have generous grandparents.)






Monday, November 23, 2009

Some Dresses


Corduroy jumpers for the girls to wear on Thanksgiving.

Pattern: Butterick B4842, size 2 and size 6, slightly different styles of pleats.



And matching hairbows, 'cuz I felt like it.





Sunday, November 22, 2009

Lesson Learned.

My Dearest Chloe,

We shared a talk tonight that you may not remember for long, but that I'll never forget.

I feel honored that you trusted me with your tears and your fears. I'm touched by your sensitive heart and your honesty. I'm inspired by the authenticity of your being. I'll never forget drying your eyes, stroking your hair... the way you climbed into my lap and just let me hold you and sing you to sleep.

Tonight, my dear daughter, you set firm in my heart the knowledge that I am needed and loved. As a mother, a woman is often so full of doubt, terrified of failure. I try my hardest every day to do right by you, and am often discouraged by my shortcomings.

Tonight, without ever even saying the words, you've let me know that despite my imperfections, I have managed to earn your love. You reaffirmed my purpose in this life, have reminded me that everything I do really is important.

You are a gift, Little One, in so many ways.




Saturday, November 21, 2009

Gardeny Bits

Gardeny Bits, you ask? How can I possibly have a blog post entitled "Gardeny Bits" in late November in Colorado? Surely that's not possible...

Ah, but it is, if you happen to be married to the greatest man in the world.

We found an old door at a yard sale this summer. I managed to convince my husband that I was in dire need of a cold frame, and so........



He built me a cold frame.

Squee! I can garden all the way through 'til spring now. Okay, well, maybe.

We planted the seeds in it today:


Mesclun lettuce mix
Broomsdale spinach
Bright Lights swiss chard
Bull's Blood beets
White Vienna Kohlrabi
Lisbon bunching (green) onions
Purple and red radishes
Cilantro, parsley, and chives in pots

The cilantro may never sprout. Littlest One was in charge of planting
that pot, and she was quite exuberant about the "press it down gently" part.


Now IF I can remember to water it regularly (the hose is no longer hooked up, so it's more work than a summer garden) and IF I can remember to prop it open ever morning and close it late every afternoon, we should have our first small leaf-veggie harvest sometime around Christmas.

Looking at this photo makes me realize how barren and desolate the garden area
looks now that all the plants are gone and the soil is tilled and dried out.
:::sigh::: who wants to start a countdown for spring?





Friday, November 20, 2009

Diaper porn!

A beautiful sight...



Nothing brings satisfaction like fresh-smelling, just washed and lanolized woolies drying in the cool fall sunshine.

Because I'm sure it's normal to have knitted under-things draped all over one's front porch... right?


Thursday, November 19, 2009

A Snuggly Gift

Two years ago I made a blanket for Chloe out of fleece. That blanket has been her most beloved since the night I gave it to her. (In fact, it's so well loved that there are some holes in it that need to be patched.)

I figured that Cora could probably use a fleece blanket of her own, and with the scraps I made a matching one for Little Baby, her favorite tiny little baby doll.



It's easy sewing - 6" squares of three fabrics sewn in a simple rotating pattern, seam side out. Then the seams are cut into fringe, and the edges of the blanket are fringed as well.



Keep an eye out for fleece on sale during the winter months - it's often available for half price, making this an inexpensive gift. Cora and Little Baby will get theirs on Christmas morning.


Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Reaching...

I do one big grocery trip every three weeks. I'm due to go again on Friday - read: there's just not much left.

I managed to scavenge an array of edible, lunch-ish items and concocted an interesting sort of meal...



In fact, it was so interesting that yes, I took a picture.

Cheese slices
Rolled up turkey lunch meat
Carrot sticks
Sliced tomato
Pretzel sticks still leftover from the spider snacks
A handful of dried fruit
and I opened a jar of bread and butter pickles because I thought they'd round it all off nicely.

That's what you call desperation.

And wouldn't ya know, the kids cleaned their plates like they'd never eaten such a delicious meal in all their lives.

**In looking at the above photo, I realize that it looks like I don't feed my children nearly enough to fill them. Let me assure you, on any normal day neither of my kids could put away that much food in one sitting. I don't really starve them... it only looks like I do.**






Tuesday, November 17, 2009

On Grinding Meat




I know y'all are desperate to know just exactly how one goes about making elk burger from scratch, right? Well, it's your lucky day. Grab a cup of tea and sit back while I share the intimate details of meat grinding with you.

We'll assume you have a considerable quantity of red meat to grind. We do both elk and venison the same way. (In case you've ever wondered, we got 36 pounds of meat from the little buck that Andrew shot. 36! As compared to about 200 for the bull elk. We're grinding nearly all the venison - it's just not as good as the elk and we have plenty of steaks and roasts from the two elk he shot first. Basically, any meat that doesn't make a good steak or roast gets chopped up and tossed into the burger bucket.)

So anyway. Wild meat such as this is very lean. And the fat on an elk or deer doesn't taste that good anyway, so we cut most of it off. Have you ever tried to grill a 100% lean burger? Right - it falls apart. Good, juicy hamburger has fat content. That's where the pork comes in. Call up your local butcher and request "pork trimmings". (It's the fat that's been trimmed off of the pork they sell.) It's cheap - a little more than a dollar a pound. You'll want enough pork trimmings so that your meat is 25% fat, 75% elk. You could probably go more like 80% elk if you wanted, but much more than that and you run into very dry, crumbly meat.

Now for the grinding. We use a KitchenAid mixer with a food grinder attachment. I pine for a true honest-to-goodness meat grinder, but the KitchenAid serves the purpose for now. Whatever kind of grinder you have, it will likely have a plate with larger holes and one with smaller holes. Start with the larger holes. Grind all the fat, put it in a big bowl, a grocery sack, a garbage back, whatever, and stick it back in the fridge. (Meat needs to be kept cool or it spoils. Work in small batches and get them in a cooler or fridge as fast as possible.) Once the fat's ground, grind the elk. You should have three times as much elk as you do fat if you did your math right.

Ground fat. Now that looks mighty tasty.

Now we mix 'em together - one pound of ground fat, three pounds of ground elk. (An inexpensive kitchen scale is a must have if you want to have any accuracy in doing this.) Put on some rubber gloves and start mixing. It's like kneading bread.... really, really cold bread that makes your fingertips numb. Mix it good. Now run that four pounds back through the meat grinder, this time with the smaller plate.



What you have now is hamburger. Yay!



For packaging, I use an ultra-high-tech method that involves sandwich-size Ziploc bags and freezer paper. I weigh out one pound in each bag, push out the air, seal the bag, wrap it in freezer paper, tape it, and label it. Air is your enemy when it comes to freezing meat. The double wrapping seems to do a great job of saving the burger from freezer burn, even a good eight months later.

Sounds easy, right? And it is, really. It's just that until you do it, it's hard to imagine the actual amount of time it takes. We ground about 160 pounds of burger and sausage this weekend. It was a full three day's job for two people.



My life has been consumed by meat for the past few weeks. I'm glad it's all in the freezer now, ready to keep us fed all winter long... and I promise, I'll stop talking about meat!