Potato Project

We planted potatoes today. What fun and how very easy. I am looking forward to homegrown potatoes at the end of summer and plan on tracking the potato project progress right here at Theresa's Lavender Box. A diary of sorts of our success. I am thinking positive here people.

Day One:

Cut the potato starts up with one or two eyes with roots growing out of them. Let them sit 24 hours, according to the www, to seal up the cut edges so they don't rot.

Day three:

Dug two holes, small holes. Filled with gardening soil. Placed cut potato starts root side down in the soil, place a wire tube around them. Placed soil on top. Water. Watch.

As the potato sprouts and leaves emerge we are to cover we soil. Then as they flower new potatoes will be found. When the flowers fade and leaves turn yellow we will remove the wire mesh tube and dig up potatoes!

The kind clerk at the feed store reassured me it was easy. Good. That's what I need easy!

Cars

So we go to the grocery store , which we have done for years. We see the display, every time. We stop. We look. I say "no". Except for this time they brought their own cold hard cash. We stop. We look, we look and look some more. I point out all the neat specs on one car and the cool color of another. They turn their heads to my suggestions. Oh I see, they have their own ideas for the first car they want to buy. Well keep saving your money boys!

One bought a family car the other bought a race car. When the boy who bought the race car saw the picture of his car, he started making race car sounds and really wanted a picture of his car on a race track, sorry sweetie, mama's not building a race track today. The other said oh, my car looks like they are going fishing. I just have to laugh at how different they are! Take a shot at guessing who bought which car, I triple dog dare ya!

Mamma to boys

It's an adventure. At least it should be! Well it is for me, I could fill pages of close calls. I have tried to let my boys be boys. It's important to me and it's important to my Maverick. But given the last two weeks I am really calling for padded walls, I talking full-on rooms, padded! They could be colorful, but padded with no sharp objects. I am reminded of Psalm 139 (thanks to my mother-in-law, who raised four sons)

To the choirmaster. A Psalm of David.
O Lord, you have searched me and known me!
You know when I sit down and when I rise up;you discern my thoughts from afar.
You search out my path and my lying downand are acquainted with all my ways.
Even before a word is on my tongue,behold, O Lord, you know it altogether.
You hem me in, behind and before,and lay your hand upon me.
Such knowledge is too wonderful for me;it is high; I cannot attain it.
Where shall I go from your Spirit?Or where shall I flee from your presence?
If I ascend to heaven, you are there!If I make my bed in Sheol, you are there!
If I take the wings of the morningand dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea,
even there your hand shall lead me,and your right hand shall hold me.
If I say, “Surely the darkness shall cover me,and the light about me be night,”
even the darkness is not dark to you;the night is bright as the day,for darkness is as light with you.
For you formed my inward parts;you knitted me together in my mother's womb.
I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made.Wonderful are your works;my soul knows it very well.
My frame was not hidden from you,when I was being made in secret,intricately woven in the depths of the earth.
Your eyes saw my unformed substance;in your book were written, every one of them,the days that were formed for me,when as yet there were none of them.
How precious to me are your thoughts, O God!How vast is the sum of them!
If I would count them, they are more than the sand.I awake, and I am still with you.
Oh that you would slay the wicked, O God!O men of blood, depart from me!
They speak against you with malicious intent;your enemies take your name in vain
Do I not hate those who hate you, O Lord?And do I not loathe those who rise up against you?
I hate them with complete hatred;I count them my enemies.
Search me, O God, and know my heart!Try me and know my thoughts!
And see if there be any grievous way in me,and lead me in the way everlasting!

My children belong to Jesus! He formed them in my womb, knitted them together in my womb. I could try to keep padded walls, but what I fear most, I have to let go. Everyday. Let go. Because without fail my son has joined an archery club , with lots of rules. Rules for saftey. But when my son hears "all clear" and runs at full speed towards the arrows peircing the haybales he slips and falls. The arrow finds its way right into his "bad ear". Bullseye! Dizzy, mom I am dizzy. Me, well, I am screaming inside. NO! Here we are in the middle of the Nevada desert. Shudder. It turns out he was ok. A very small wound,which has been cleaned and neosporined every night. But a reminder, how fragile we are. I seemed to be reminded often just how fragile we are. The question is will it hold him back? I think not!

Fast foward to yesterday, My girlfriend is over with her four most precious children. Love these kids, could just eat them up! I mean really. Her oldest and my oldest, pals. Climbing in the cherrie tree. Can you see where this going? Her boy falls out of the tree, have you every seen a stake in the ground pierce through jeans like a sewing needle? (cringe) Turns out he scraped the back of his leg, but he thought he was bleeding to death, felt faint and all. I have to tell you when I realized the steak did not pierce his body, I starting laughing, histerically. I was so scared when I saw him, that when all was ok I lost it. I squeezed him so tight , I am sure he thought I was going to squish him. The thing is we try so hard to protect, and sometimes it's just going to happen. I think the worst part about the cherry tree incident for our little friend (11 year old boy actually) is his pants around his ankles and 7 people checking out his "owie" ! When it was time to go, his mom promised me, he was more upset about having to leave then what had happened to him. I guess for now I choose to believe her.

J says that "digging is his life", infact he wanted me to embroider that on a hat for him (which I have yet to do) So I leave you with a picture of his latest hole. And a quote from him. "Mom do you want a moat around your house?"

Hello Sweetie Pie!

This is my second attemp at cupcake pops. I did a swap-a-rooni on the recipe, I used this Bon Bon recipe at Nestle instead of the cake and cream cheese mixture. The texture of these pops are chewy-fudgy-gooey. They took the shape better, although I had to spray non-stick on my hands and on the cookie cutter. The Nestle Bon Bon recipe only allowed for a total of 6. Three down, three to go.

Tortillas Hechas en casa

La autorización puesto que dos personas encantadoras están muriendo para saber sobre nuestras tortillas hechas en casa (a propósito Beth, I accidently "rechazado" su comentario, yo promete que no le rechazo!) Usted debe saber que una cierta práctica seria del piano está entrando encendido en el fondo, un poco corazón y alma. Transends no muy hispánicos, sino amor todas las idiomas. (usted debe saber que el rebelde me está agradeciendo por them)Back de enseñanza a las tortillas. 5 tortillas más adelante, pienso que vinimos abajo con una técnica. ¡Soy no diciendo ellas parezco perfecto, pero prueban tan deliciosas! ¿No es todo hecho en casa más delicioso?




If you must translate!

Cinco de Mayo

In honor of Cinco de Mayo. These Traditional Mexican celebration banners from Plum Party , only to decorate the bloggy.

Plans to make our own homemade tortillas today.

Why celebrate, well just read the history here. And a chance to eat mexican food, our very favorite! What's not to love about fish tacos and fried ice cream!

It might be a historical stretch to credit the survival of the United States to those brave 4,000 Mexicans who faced an army twice as large in 1862. But who knows?
In gratitude, thousands of Mexicans crossed the border after Pearl Harbor to join the U.S. Armed Forces. As recently as the Persian Gulf War, Mexicans flooded American consulates with phone calls, trying to join up and fight another war for America.
Mexicans, you see, never forget who their friends are, and neither do Americans. That's why Cinco de Mayo is such a party -- A party that celebrates freedom and liberty. There are two ideals which Mexicans and Americans have fought shoulder to shoulder to protect, ever since the 5th of May, 1862. VIVA! el CINCO DE MAYO!!

Upside down, boy you turn me

This is my kitchen this week. Maverick has surgery and uses the time off for our kitchy redo. It's been a total work in progress and I can't wait to show it to you. One thing left countertops, coming soon to a blog near you.

Cupcake Pops

I am no Bakerella, I think I shall try agian, they are just so stinkin'cute!