Firstborn was the unlucky recipient of a nasty curling iron burn, yesterday– her first.
It was sad, but as a child of the 80’s/90’s I also recognize it as sort of a rite of passage for my sweet daughter…
We chuckled as I retold of branding my own forehead numerous times in my prepubescent quest for The Perfect Bangs. As a teen, steaming burns typically landed on either side of my neck, bearing the unfortunate likeness of a hickey, the tragic missteps of curling under or flipping out the ends of my stick-straight hair, ala Jennifer Aniston.
Monday was #WorldAdoptionDay. Or #NationalAdoptionDay… I’m not actually certain which. The premise was to shout your adoption story in celebration of this unique and beautiful way of building a family. We almost missed it, as Little Man was busy rolling around in warm laundry for much of the day, but managed to snap and share a pic in a most befitting t-shirt.
You might recall the Sisterhood of the Traveling Ergo? My sweet online friend is in China with her husband and new son right now, using it! This warms my heart immensely.
Tuesday I shared our adoption story with a lovely group of ladies. A touch nervous, as the group was new to me, I swapped my doesn’t-really-do-much-all-natural hippie deodorant for a couple generous swipes of Handsome Husband’s Old Spice– lest my nerves sell me out via my underarms. It was warm, I was animated, I drank hot chocolate, I wore a sweater… The good news? The husbandly aroma was a familiar comfort as I shared a bit of my heart to strangers.
Center Sister made sweet ‘n’ sour pork for dinner by herself the other night.
The girls unearthed an old duffle bag from our crawlspace, discovering inside a treasure trove of South Salem High School relics.
Why do my girls only ever think of applying hair chalk and gaudy makeup on on Sundays, before church? They seem more keen on bearing the image of Cyndi Lauper than the Almighty.
I let it slide this last Sunday, however; as I forgot having used my own blush-brush to apply Center Sister’s oceany mermaid scales for Halloween, and wound up rocking purple cheekbones, m’self.
I’d be remiss if I didn’t share this old recipe I had all but forgotton. Last night was Awanas for the kids (aka Date Night) and all I had thawed was ground beef. Husband doesn’t do Sloppy Joes or Meatloaf. He really doesn’t care for spaghetti much, either. Ground beef or turkey typically becomes Mexican food in our house, but inspiration mercifully struck last minute, in the form of Asian Lettuce Wraps.
They are so simple and fun and delicious: Whisk together 3tbs soy sauce, 2tbs rice vinegar, 2tsp cornstarch, and 1/2tsp ea of salt & sugar. Fold into raw ground beef and let sit for a few, then brown in oil with fresh garlic & ginger. Once cooked, remove from heat, toss with a pinch of red pepper flakes, a dash of sesame oil, and a handful of green onions– serve in romaine or other firm lettuce. Easy-peesy, the kids will gobble it up. AND –my favorite– I had everything on hand.