tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23268285711147387812008-10-10T16:13:49.254-04:00Please Pass the SaltMoriah @ Please Pass the Salthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738724429433272083Moriah@pleasepassthesalt1.comBlogger451125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2326828571114738781.post-67632420367854292772008-10-10T09:44:00.000-04:002008-10-10T09:51:48.523-04:00A Mother's Birthday, in PicturesWe took my mom out for her birthday last night. (We'd spent most of the day working around the house and running errands, and no one felt like changing out of jeans, so we picked a place that's not too fancy.)
(Yes, I know I look awful.)
My dad, being cheesy...
Brother and Sis-in-law:
After dinner, we came back to our house and made our own version of Starbucks' Pumpkin Spiced Latte:
Moriah @ Please Pass the Salthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738724429433272083Moriah@pleasepassthesalt1.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2326828571114738781.post-22544464112136371522008-10-09T23:11:00.007-04:002008-10-10T09:12:24.869-04:00Walk Down Nursery LaneSo.
Kelly of Kelly's Korner is hosting the Nursery Tour '08, which is open all weekend.
Tonight I dug out my kids' baby books in order to participate and ohmyword, I had forgotten how fat Drew's cheeks were. Really something to behold.
Anyway, in the spirit of nursery displays, old and new alike, here are ours:
(This is the rental we lived in when we were first married. The walls were Moriah @ Please Pass the Salthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738724429433272083Moriah@pleasepassthesalt1.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2326828571114738781.post-71155620855920497112008-10-09T09:43:00.002-04:002008-10-09T09:55:50.300-04:00Friends, my awesome mother, and the pie that would never endMy real-life friend Nicky had her baby via c-section (footling breech) oh, about two weeks ago. She obviously couldn’t do much of anything for the first several days and has become quite the pro at couch-sitting.
So I wasn’t surprised when she jumped at the chance to come over yesterday, even though that would mean, by default, six children in one very tiny living room. Her sister Darcee is inMoriah @ Please Pass the Salthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738724429433272083Moriah@pleasepassthesalt1.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2326828571114738781.post-26131755831003087782008-10-07T22:59:00.002-04:002008-10-07T23:03:08.586-04:00Early Bird Gets the WormI realized something this morning.
It finally occurred to me that Madeline? …is a morning person. I don’t mean she wakes up early (although sometimes she does), but that when she wakes up, she’s happy and ready to talk.
(Very unlike the rest of us who need a slice of quiet – and perhaps a strong cup of coffee – to be even remotely chatty.)
I think she must get it from my mother. I distinctlyMoriah @ Please Pass the Salthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738724429433272083Moriah@pleasepassthesalt1.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2326828571114738781.post-34729007259947780992008-10-06T21:13:00.004-04:002008-10-06T21:19:45.635-04:00Small TalkMy mother’s birthday is in a few days, so she and my dad came down after the wedding last weekend to celebrate it here and also to attend homecoming next weekend. Never mind that neither of them actually went to school here.
Sending four kids to college should automatically qualify you for alumni status.
Or at least a free tee-shirt.
My mom and I went to lunch today with several family Moriah @ Please Pass the Salthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738724429433272083Moriah@pleasepassthesalt1.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2326828571114738781.post-37543440720023366842008-10-05T16:14:00.002-04:002008-10-05T16:29:30.898-04:00Play at your own riskWhen my kids got up from their nap yesterday, there was general whining and all manner of crankiness. They wanted to go to the playground, which was really fine by me; fresh air and change of scenery never hurt anyone.
It was almost time for dinner – but thanks to their little counter cookie raid, no one was in danger of immediate starvation.
So we went. I had thrown on a grubby shirt and Moriah @ Please Pass the Salthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738724429433272083Moriah@pleasepassthesalt1.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2326828571114738781.post-55740698651049414842008-10-04T18:08:00.005-04:002008-10-04T18:44:30.740-04:00Something about weddings and SaturdaysI have twenty-three first cousins. My mom was one of five, and my dad was one of four. I always had plenty of playmates at family reunions, Christmases, and summers in Colorado.
My cousin Caleb is getting married tonight. I debated for a long time if I should take the kids and go. It would have been a seven+ hour drive and I would have had to deal with the logistical nightmare of figuring Moriah @ Please Pass the Salthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738724429433272083Moriah@pleasepassthesalt1.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2326828571114738781.post-88241787792393703562008-10-03T10:50:00.002-04:002008-10-03T10:52:55.774-04:00Ask the InterpeepsWe were the first of our circle of friends (meaning, in our age group) to have a third baby. Most of the other families now have three, or are about to.
Goodbye small car, hello minivan.
One such friend (her children can be seen in the pictures below) recently asked me if I had any tips on keeping a big family car clean. I.e. containers, organizers, general tricks of the trade...
(“If you Moriah @ Please Pass the Salthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738724429433272083Moriah@pleasepassthesalt1.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2326828571114738781.post-34946297148518187482008-10-02T20:37:00.004-04:002008-10-02T21:01:21.908-04:00Morning Fun at the MuseumWhile Drew was in preschool today, the girls and I met some friends at the children's museum.
The Addies:
(No, neither of us call them that. Adeline and Adelaide. One month apart.)
(Yes, I have permission to post all of these.)
Some Serious Bell Ringing:
The line up:
And all four are actually looking at the camera!
(A slight miracle.)Moriah @ Please Pass the Salthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738724429433272083Moriah@pleasepassthesalt1.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2326828571114738781.post-55832929796875724152008-10-01T09:21:00.002-04:002008-10-01T09:25:16.091-04:00And now it's Wednesday alreadyYesterday, mid morning, I got a call from a friend’s hubby asking if I could help her celebrate her thirty-first birthday by going out to dinner with her that very night.
I told him I couldn’t promise anything, but that I would try. I called my sisters, angels that they are, and explained the situation and that it was totally up to them to decide if they wanted to help me out with the kids, yetMoriah @ Please Pass the Salthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738724429433272083Moriah@pleasepassthesalt1.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2326828571114738781.post-62175298742712562932008-09-30T00:02:00.001-04:002008-09-30T00:37:27.747-04:00How Bad Can It Be?Today Linda at 2nd Cup of Coffee is hosting
which basically is a way for bloggy friends to "meet" each other and "see" the face behind the blog.
And since it's been well documented that I will do almost anything for blog fodder, including blogging my naked face, here's my little cameo:
I See What You're Saying! from Please Pass the Salt on Vimeo.
(Anything longer and I would have Moriah @ Please Pass the Salthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738724429433272083Moriah@pleasepassthesalt1.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2326828571114738781.post-31679777633182736892008-09-29T21:24:00.002-04:002008-09-29T21:28:57.063-04:00Unusual Monday. Meaning, I actually did something(s).This morning I managed to get up off my rear and go on a long walk/jog.
No, my husband’s running a marathon this week did not inspire me. I’ve been meaning to start exercising for a long time. (And then I’d remember after I’d already taken a shower.)
(Clearly, I lacked motivation.)
I’m sure I’ll be sore tomorrow but the energy boost was nice for today.
After I had showered and ‘put my face Moriah @ Please Pass the Salthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738724429433272083Moriah@pleasepassthesalt1.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2326828571114738781.post-1822506475555065922008-09-29T08:22:00.000-04:002008-09-29T08:24:35.365-04:00Deep & WideThis just cracks me up.
Madeline's rendition:
Deep & Wide from Please Pass the Salt on Vimeo.Moriah @ Please Pass the Salthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738724429433272083Moriah@pleasepassthesalt1.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2326828571114738781.post-58522401183160615272008-09-28T20:49:00.004-04:002008-09-28T23:49:02.642-04:00Marathon statsOld Man Andy is currently hobbling around the house and it's quite the sight to behold. But he and Ezra finished in the top 20% out of about 1,200 runners, so I guess he earned it.
They even received a cool medal:
Funny story. A spectator yelled out to him "ARE YOU SINGLE? IF YOU ARE I WANT YOUR NUMBER AFTER THE RACE!!! ...I'M SERIOUS!!!"
Single? Uh, no.
(And who hits on red-faced, Moriah @ Please Pass the Salthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738724429433272083Moriah@pleasepassthesalt1.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2326828571114738781.post-803481031377275302008-09-27T22:51:00.000-04:002008-09-27T22:59:24.218-04:00A Week, in ReviewTwo Fridays ago now, Dolly called to see if we were doing anything that Saturday, since Ethan had to work here in town. She caught a ride with him and she and the kids played with us all day.
We went ahead and renewed our membership at the children’s museum then. Having her in town was a good excuse. (Like I needed one.)
My angel sisters watched ALL the kids that night, so we could go out toMoriah @ Please Pass the Salthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738724429433272083Moriah@pleasepassthesalt1.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2326828571114738781.post-53043500741561514072008-09-26T22:21:00.012-04:002008-09-27T10:38:33.348-04:00The Never-ending Day[I had a wonderful bloggy break, thank you! And after taking a whole week off, I feel refreshed and ready to blog now in earnest. In case you’re wondering, THIS is the promised new post, really, since technically I've had the Before & After: Girls Room post (below, in case you missed it...for some reason feedreaders didn't pick it up) finished since July. And after not hearing from me for a Moriah @ Please Pass the Salthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738724429433272083Moriah@pleasepassthesalt1.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2326828571114738781.post-79021475104443279552008-09-26T08:00:00.003-04:002008-09-26T23:27:53.418-04:00Before and After: Girls' RoomWelcome to my edition of
I'm using my girls' room for today's carnival simply because it is the only room that has actual 'before' shots.
(Which is convenient for a 'Before and After' display.)
A little background info in case this is your first visit here; we just moved back into our house after being away for a year and a month. Adelaide was a newborn when we left and still sleeping in Moriah @ Please Pass the Salthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738724429433272083Moriah@pleasepassthesalt1.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2326828571114738781.post-31718619888744995702008-09-25T08:10:00.001-04:002008-09-25T08:14:49.701-04:00When All You Can Do Is LaughOr cry.
I usually choose to laugh.
Last night I was trying to get Adelaide quickly to bed, but, after playing outside several times during the day, she really needed a bath. Madeline loves baths, and thinks that every time Adelaide gets a bath, she’s entitled to one, too.
And Drew’s never one to turn down a party.
So, I shrugged, said “fine!” and let them all get in. I went downstairs for Moriah @ Please Pass the Salthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738724429433272083Moriah@pleasepassthesalt1.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2326828571114738781.post-53902323584998993992008-09-24T08:29:00.000-04:002008-09-24T08:36:28.835-04:00Parenting: Not a 'One-Size-Fits-All'Originally published as a guest post at Musings of a Housewife, August 2008.
I've been thinking a lot lately about parenting and how it's not a 'one size fits all' relationship, even to the children within a single family. I've known quite a few parents and grandparents alike who will not do something for a child or grandchild unless they can afford the time, attention, or money it takes to Moriah @ Please Pass the Salthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738724429433272083Moriah@pleasepassthesalt1.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2326828571114738781.post-34424136411205715152008-09-23T08:05:00.002-04:002008-09-23T08:12:28.167-04:00The Life and Times of Andy's HairOriginally published April 2008.
[Now, before you think me a terrible wife, let it be known I have full authorization to hit the "publish" button when I'm finished with this post. And thank you, honey, for being such a good sport.]
A couple of years ago I caught Andy, hunched over the toilet, shaving all his hair off. He was going to become the next great swimmer or something.
(He even made Moriah @ Please Pass the Salthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738724429433272083Moriah@pleasepassthesalt1.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2326828571114738781.post-46029007346834538782008-09-22T09:14:00.002-04:002008-09-22T09:22:08.770-04:00Good Morning. Would you like to play some board games?Originally published March 2008.
This morning was one of those times where my attitude about getting out of bed was along the lines of "I don't care if they burn the house down, I simply cannot get up yet."
The kids usually content themselves by eating breakfast bars, playing around the house, climbing on me, watching a movie, or whathaveyou. But this morning? Somehow Drew got the plastic Moriah @ Please Pass the Salthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738724429433272083Moriah@pleasepassthesalt1.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2326828571114738781.post-76567715170561757292008-09-19T14:35:00.000-04:002008-09-19T14:36:24.024-04:00A week off, and hightailing it to the cookie jarAlright, interpeeps, I need a break and I'm taking it. I'll have a new post up next Friday.
In the meantime, however, I plan on republishing a few of my archived posts. So don't go too far! (Especially if you're a newish reader.)Moriah @ Please Pass the Salthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738724429433272083Moriah@pleasepassthesalt1.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2326828571114738781.post-85179431114513723422008-09-18T17:10:00.000-04:002008-09-18T17:10:48.018-04:00Fun with FriendsThis has been quite the week for playdates! It started last Friday, we went to see Laura and her darlings and have lunch with them. She also has two girls and a boy, so there’s sort of a friend for everyone.
On Tuesday, Nicky and her boys came over. We had some tea and teased Andy about doing his vocal exercises at home. (Did y’all know I married a music major? Well I did.)
(Sometimes my Moriah @ Please Pass the Salthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738724429433272083Moriah@pleasepassthesalt1.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2326828571114738781.post-81611955960825235292008-09-17T09:49:00.006-04:002008-09-17T18:01:50.647-04:00Photo Dump, Vol IIShe loves her some spaghetti:
"Um, Mom? There's a horse behind our car."
Oh, that's safe:
Apparently she got tired of playing by herself:
Hurricane Adelaide:
Andy's "organic natural home remedy" for the wasps' nests:
The aftermath:
Why is my toothbrush wrapped up in a nasty washcloth?!
Daddy love:
Escape Artist:
Helping themselves to the party food:
Leaning Tower of Pasta:
Moriah @ Please Pass the Salthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738724429433272083Moriah@pleasepassthesalt1.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2326828571114738781.post-61774073710360825462008-09-16T09:08:00.007-04:002008-09-16T09:32:28.171-04:00At long lastWhen we lived in this house before, there was this massive, not-very-nice-looking mantel and gas fireplace right as you walked in the front door. Seriously, HUGE.
The fireplace never worked, so it served only as a receptacle for seasonal decorative items, as well as all the junk we routinely unloaded as we passed by coming inside.
(Let’s just say it was USUALLY piled high with quite the Moriah @ Please Pass the Salthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738724429433272083Moriah@pleasepassthesalt1.com