This Week’s Menu:
Monday: Roast with smashed potatoes and steamed vegetables
Tuesday: Spaghetti and meatballs
Wednesday: Widow’s dinner*
Thursday: Bagel tuna melts with soup
Friday: Homemade pizza
See more menu plans here.
I know, I know, I’ve been really slacking on the menu planning thing. I’ve been a tad bit preoccupied lately with this whole moving and moving and moving again thing. I’m planning to move in exactly a week. I doubt we’ll actually do that, but I want to pretend that we are so that I’ll be ready with time to spare.
I spent the day in the garage. I know, fun hey? Well, the fun part was moving the Corvette in and out of the garage. That car is WAY too fun to drive, even if I only get to move it a couple hundred feet. (By the way, is anyone interested in a Canary Yellow 1976 Corvette? It’s for sale! And we have to sell it before April 30th …) I cleaned the garage literally from top to bottom. I swept, I organized, I made the SELL pile ginormous, I made our garbage cans overflow.
The last couple days have consisted of going into areas that are not frequented and putting the majority of the never-used-but-have-kept-for-some-stupid-reason items in the SELL pile. I want to move as little as possible. Obviously we’ll keep all the things that we need and/or are precious to us, but I’m trying to make life easier on my husband, the mover.
To make our lives easier and more peaceful, I am the packer, Noah is the mover. If you know me well, you know that I get easily irritated, mostly by the people I love the most. Ironic, I know. So, if I’m the only one packing, then I know where everything is and I don’t have to get annoyed that Noah didn’t “do something properly”, meaning that he didn’t do it how I wanted it to be done. (I might have a Type A personality.)
Noah thinks this is a grand plan. He plays with Liliana and watches baseball, and I pack. It’s a great arrangement if you ask me. At the moment, our TV room is packed with empty boxes, something like this. (That pink thing is a link. Click on it. Hi Debbie!!)
Somewhere in between all this organizing, never-ending packing, and cleaning, it will be Liliana’s first birthday. Can you believe she is ONE already?! Her birth seems so recent. I can remember bringing her home and waiting in anticipation for Chelsey (my cousin) to have Maya. The girls are six days apart, but were due 1 day apart. Apparently late babies run in our family.
It also seems like no time at all since this kid was one.
Stupid red eye that I forgot to edit out. Stupid old non-digital camera for inventing red eye.
I know, I know, the cake is awesome. It’s too bad that I don’t live closer to OMSH so I could get her amazingly talented daughter to do a cake for me. She rocks.
I’m afraid that my cake decorating skills have not improved in the last six years, and Liliana’s cake will not look much better than Kaylie’s. It’s a good thing we’re moving closer to Noah’s parents soon, his mom makes cakes that look and taste perfectly delicious.
Have I bored you to death yet? Well at least you’ll sleep well tonight.
I’ll end with one of my favorite pictures of the week. My crazy Kaylie.
*Widow’s dinner is something that a couple friends and I started because my husband works late, Debbie’s husband has been out of town training, and Ann’s husband is with our Lord in heaven. We get together and enjoy Ann’s AMAZING pizza and let our children beat eachother play nicely in the basement while we share our weekly struggles, joys, sorrows, and journeys.
