Monday, November 22, 2010

These Pretzels. Are Making Us Thirsty!*

We found an Auntie Anne's pretzel kit at Kroger on Sunday, so we threw it into our cart without thinking twice.  We are all big fans of the hot pretzel, so we have been very excited to make our own, for the first time ever.  It was actually quite easy, and we had a great time making them.

G chose to season all of the pretzels with salt, and on one he also put cinnamon sugar.  We have all tried the salt ones, and they are sensational.  We are definitely looking forward to making these again, and we haven't even eaten all of these yet!

Mommy figures out what to do with the dough

The real expert takes over

G shows Daddy how it's done

The Chipster puts the twist in the pretzel

The beautiful, delicious results


*A line from Seinfeld:
 

Sunday, November 21, 2010

I Think He Gets The Idea

This afternoon, we went shopping for a Thanksgiving dinner for another family.  Our church did a really great job pairing up sponsor families from our parish with about 140 area families in need of a Thanksgiving meal. 

Since we couldn't get through to our family by phone, we decided to drive the groceries over to the address on their card.  It turned out to be the woman's parents' house, because she and her family were homeless and staying in a hotel. 

We wanted to make sure that Gabriel understood what we were doing and why, and the following conversation took place:

"Why did we have to take the food to those two people?  Why couldn't we deliver the food to the family?"

"Because they're in a hotel."

"And why are they in a hotel?"

"Because they don't have a home."

I nodded, and he said, "Maybe they're from Haiti."

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

Needed

Today is Wednesday, the day we usually have our family dinner at Moe's.  When we got there this evening, though, Chip complained of pain in his abdomen and started crying.  Assuming it was something along the lines of gas, we decided to get dinner to go and eat at home, so we could closely monitor the little guy.  As soon as he ate his quesadilla and cookie, he leaned over on me and fell asleep.  It wasn't yet 8:00, so he must be sick.

As much as we hate for our baby to have pain or to be sick, there is something special about holding your own sleeping baby and knowing that you are making them feel better.  Anyhow, here is the one sweet thing that came out of a bad situation:


Saturday, November 13, 2010