Mix all ingredients, except crackers and butter. Scoop into small casserole dish. Mix crackers and butter in quart-sized baggie. Top casserole with crackers. Bake at 350 for 30-35 minutes. Allow to cool for 10 minutes.
Author: Amy
Too Many Doostractions
To add to my “if I turn scientist” list of studies: Effect of offspring leg length on maternal response. I just randomly noticed that there is a particular age or size of child that completely changes my reaction to having toes in my face. Babies start off so small and squishy and I want to roll them into a little ball in my arms and chew on them. Their little legs are so stubby and their feet, so chubby, and so nibble-y and kissable. Then one day, somewhere between Elijah-size and Isaac-size, I get a foot in my face, and my gut reaction glowers get that clunky hoof off of me! They haven’t yet stopped being precious, but suddenly they’re more adorable from a distance.
From Now On, Rice is an Outside Toy [Megapost]
Aaack, my brain is melting! No, not hurting, just melting. Too much “adventure” lately. The toddler-people have trampled me and chewed holes in my clothes. I have loads of catching-up to do, blog-wise. I wanted to do a cute story for every event along the way, but catching child-vomit in cloth diapers for the last two weeks has wanned my interest.
We Are Dorks
Another Skinner sister word battle (might need magnifying glass).
Art Attack
It’s another gorgeous day, perfect for muddying up the boys. After breakfast, I took them outside with a cup of water and some paint brushes, for some patio painting. I was drinking from a sport bottle of water, ever so briefly, before Isaac “needed” it to Jackson Pollock the concrete. Then Ian sploshed his water on the ground. After he took half a dozen trips to the sink, I filled up a big bucket from the spigot on the side of the house to save him time (read: save my carpet). They scooped that bucket dry, and Ian refilled it. I had asked Ian if he wanted me to roll up his jean legs, but he declined, saying it was okay if they got wet.
Teeth Thing
I think my Motherbear persistence is finally steering us toward some results for Elijah’s teeth. As I’ve said before, his bottom two front “teeth” have been a mystery. He lost them in the NICU, but there has been something protruding from his gums. When his first top tooth was coming in, it looked damaged from the start. We saw the dentist, but were informed that we had to wait until the tooth had fully come in to fix it.
Laundremote
Lesson learned. If I’d do a little laundry sometimes, I wouldn’t go without my TV remote for so long. It’s amazing what I find in that basket.
My life in 7 words
Ha! Isaac just declared, “You’re the MAKER, and I’m the EATER!”
Local Time
One beautiful weekend, we hopped on our bikes for the first time since last fall. I put Elijah in my handlebar carrier and Brian pulled the bigger boys in the trailer. I made sure to bring the diaper bag, because it seems we always go farther than intended. We half joked to each other that, “Wouldn’t it be funny if we ended up in downtown Newnan?” I knew right then that we had both taken that as a challenge and our certain destination.
Down Under Yonder
I just paused to see what Elijah was ripping out of a notebook, and discovered it was our 2009 Australia and New Zealand itinerary. I decided I would duplicate it somewhere a little less destructible. I have gazillions of photos of the trip in my Picasaweb album, so maybe I’ll toss a few of those in. Brian’s former company awarded him with two first-class tickets to anywhere in the world, and they were about to expire. Additionally, we were four months away from the birth of our third son and decided that “now was the time!” We flew into Sydney and explored a bit before continuing to Tasmania and renting a car for a whirlwind tour. After that, we did another quick zip through parts of the North and South Islands of New Zealand. Obviously, we did nothing too adventurous, but it was a trip, in true Brian and Amy style, that we’ll never forget.
S.A.H.M. Hill 