Because no one invited us to any Labor Day barbeques or end-of-the-summer beach parties, we had to entertain ourselves in the confines of our house this afternoon. I guess we could have gone outside to partake in the 100-degree afternoon, but putting on Santa hats and acting crazy indoors sounded like more fun. Now that summer is officially unofficially over, I could do without the 100-degree afternoons. Thanks!
By trade I'm neither a food photographer nor a chef, but today I pretended to be a little of both. Knowing I would have to come up with some entertaining indoor activities to sustain us this long, hot Labor Day weekend, I jotted several cooking projects down on our family calendar (we don't have a family calendar). Today we embarked on cooking project #1: Cauliflower Popcorn.
Let me begin by saying that I do not like cauliflower by any stretch of the imagination. But when I found this recipe for cauliflower popcorn on My Whole Food Life and saw the author claim she also hates cauliflower, I figured it was worth a try. Plus the ingredients/method were super-simple--my favorite way to "cook." My goblins weren't as gaga over cauliflower popcorn--Scout thought it should be crunchy, which ours wasn't--as they are over kale or zucchini chips, but it got me over my hating cauliflower hump.
Remember that 2010 Buick Enclave we bought last year when our 2003 Ford Explorer decided to die in front of our house one Sunday morning? Well...it turns out that GM had some issues with a few of their products, and our car's make and model was issued two safety recalls this summer. One was for airbags and the other for seat belts, so you can't really ignore those. But what does all that have to do with this picture?
The aforementioned car has been at the dealership for the past week and a-half getting itself all fixed up. In the meantime I've been driving a loaner mammoth Tahoe, which I secretly grew to love, and this afternoon it was time to reclaim our recall. With absolutely no hint of sarcasm (I know, shocking) I say bless those guys at AutoNation Chevrolet on Research Blvd. for giving my children popcorn as I sweated it out in the late afternoon August sun, moving three car seats from the mammoth Tahoe to the slightly-less-than-mammoth Enclave. Without the popcorn, this situation could have turned out much less favorably than it did. And in case you're wondering how long it takes me to un-install then re-install three car seats, I can do it in just under the amount of time it takes these three to down one bag of popcorn (each).
And today we sent this little lady off to her first day of Pre-K. She's giving me her "excited" look above. I'm not sure what's going on in the photo below. I think she was worried that there wouldn't be enough books in her classroom. Or maybe she was stressed about snack time not coming early enough in the day...
Finally I perched her on a rock for a Sears Portrait Studio moment. At this point she was second-guessing her butterfly shirt as appropriate first-day-of-school attire and wondering what her friends would be wearing.
Today it's first grade. Tomorrow it will be driving. And the day after that this guy will be going off to college. At least that's how the wise old folks with children older than mine have said it feels. I believe it, though. It wasn't so long ago that this little fella looked at me cross-eyed in the hospital with his tiny thumbs held up to his lips. He was hungry (and he still is, for that matter...I can't believe how much boys eat!).
Last year I thought starting kindergarten felt like a big deal, but today first grade felt like the actual big deal. I left the school this morning--no tears, if you can believe it--feeling like last year was a practice year. This is it.
This year the last day of summer [vacation] just happens to coincide with my birthday. That means the little tornadoes are able to tear up the house today, and I turn a blind eye. Catcher is tearing up the beds while making forts; Tillie is jumping on those beds...Scout is whining because Tillie is jumping on her bed.
Although there's no better present than sending your children back to school, Alex and I are celebrating with a low-key dinner out with friends tonight. I wanted to get rowdy to ring in 38 but, you know, no one wants to be hungover on the first day of school. At least not when there's a new principal to impress. Cheers to a new year!
We're getting pretty desperate around here. There are exactly two days--who's counting, right?--left to this summer vacation. I'm all tapped out; my energy is drained. Why don't they go to school year-round?
With lack of a better idea, today I gave the kids scissors, tape and access to the recycling bin. I told them to let their imaginations go wild. Catcher made a gun, of course. Correction: it is a rocket arm blaster. Not too shabby, though. It made it through the whole day intact, which is more than I can say for my sanity.