Friday, December 31, 2010

Overheard: New Years Eve

Sipping sparkling cider...

Jensie: My burp tastes like sprite!
Asher: You licked your bird?!

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Gazing at the fire...

Nate: So imagine Abraham Lincoln reading his law books by the fire.
Me: That would be hard.
Jensie: No kidding, he was shot by a gun!

The After Christmas Special

In their Christmas jams- a Bigler tradition.  Frankie tore off the wrapping and joyfully exclaimed "My old jammies!  The ones that used to be mine!"

This year we got our first real tree.  After a trip to the butterfly house at Calloway Gardens we decided to cover the tree in birds and butterflies.  We cut paper butterflies and stuck them to every branch.  Of course Frankie played Mommies and babies with them, and by the time Christmas rolled around their was nary creature to be seen. (Why don't people say "nary" anymore)?
I'd intended to decorate the tree with all of our favorite ornaments too, but then Jensie deemed it a "nature only" tree and I had to fight even to convince her to let Asher string up his preschool-made beauties.  She did eventually concede, but only on the condition that anything "not naturey" be relegated to back of the tree.

As Frankie says, "Santa snuck in on us."  In exchange for a tall glass of almond milk and a handful of gluten-free cookies, Santa left a doll house for Frances, a castle for Asher, and a cage for Jensie's new yellow parakeet--Louis.

We didn't get to eat Pizza Dough after all.  He flew away one afternoon and never came back.  We had Soyrizo tacos instead. We still have his brother, Big Money, though so we'll try again on Easter.

It was a white Christmas--the first in living memory.  Snow fell on Christmas day and lasted until the next morning.  Having Nate home to stay, my sister come to live, and a white powdered lawn made this year's Christmas especially merry.

Thursday, December 30, 2010

Saturday, December 25, 2010

Angles of Asher


"Guess what?!"  is how Asher begins each sentence.  All day, everyday.  And then he'll need to pause and invent a story on the spot.

Asher is compassionate and kind.  He's exceptionally sensitive.  Careless words hurt him deeply and he needs hugs and reassurance from us several times a day.  Each of his three preschool teachers has pulled me aside to let me know he's the secret favorite.  Miss Linda admitted she'd "never met a sweeter soul."  We don't know what it is, but "there's something special about that boy."

A budding geek, he loves computer games and maritime history.  Looking for an obscure fact about the sinking Titanic?  He's your guy!

He loves adventure, but is not spontaneous--he's up for hiking, camping, and especially bonfires, just as long as you let him know about it beforehand.  He's a careful planner, and is very detail oriented.  His days are full of Star Wars action figures, lego boats, and racetracks.  We don't own any actual racetrack pieces so he makes crazy obstacle courses with our wooden blocks.

The boy loves to wrestle.  He and his friends will karate chop and ninjatize each other until they're sticky with sweat. 

He loves sushi, steak, and chicken, and is a reluctant  protesting vegetarian.  He likes Darth Vader, dessert, and is a self-proclaimed fan of "the dark side." If a five year old can be passionate about anything, his passion is music videos from OK GO, Beastie Boys, and Foo Fighters. 

He taught himself to swim and is fearless in the deep end.  Asher is obsessed with night-vision.  He always wears his undies backward so he can see the pictures.  He hates spiders, most bugs, and work.

Friday, December 24, 2010

Flashback Friday: Hey! Unto You a Child is Born!

Me, as Imogene Herdman at the Springville Playhouse, age 10
Imogene had the baby doll but she wasn't carrying it the way she was supposed to, cradled in her arms.  She had it slung up over her shoulder, and before she put it in the manger she thumped it twice on the back.

I heard Alice gasp and she poked me. "I don't think it's very nice to burp the baby Jesus," she whispered, "as if he had colic."  Then she poked me again.  "Do you suppose he could have had colic?"

I said, "I don't know why not," and I didn't.  He could have had colic, or been fussy, or hungry like any other baby.  After all, that was the whole point of Jesus--that he didn't come down on a cloud like something out of "Amazing Comics," but that we was born and lived...a real person.

--Barbara Robinson from The Best Christmas Pageant Ever (pg 98)

Thursday, December 23, 2010

Overheard: Time to Intervene

Jensie: Where's the broom?  I need the broom.

Frankie: Whatcha sweepin'?

Jensie: Nothing.  I need to use it to break down a door.

Faces of Frances

Frankie is a firecracker.  She never stops talking, ever.  She is always the first one out of bed and jumps on our heads demanding cereal.  She loves legos, race cars, and frilly dresses.  She changes her clothes six times a day, each outfit pouffier than the next.  She's imaginative and goofy and loves to tell "Why did the chicken cross the road?" jokes.  The punchline is always "To buy a pizza!," but it is never okay for us to guess correctly.

She loves pink and purple.  She likes to go to nursery, but thinks Sacrament meeting takes too long.  She pauses throughout her day to tell us how much she loves us. 

Every night at bedtime she requests the "Sunshine Princess" song.  Oh you don't know that one?  It goes like this..."There is sunshine in my princess soul more glorious and bright than shines in any earthly castle for Jesus is my light!..." 

She sings lots of silly made-up songs, all of which include the words "when the peaceful happy moments roll." 

Big things are mommies and little things are babies and that is that.  Our house is full of mommy screwdrivers, and baby library pencils. 

She only nibbles at healthy food to save room for candy.

She has a feisty temper and has to sit in time-out at least once a day.  She always says sorry and gives lots of hugs. 

Grandma Bonnie made her her a silky cape that she wears everywhere because she's "Butterfly Girl to the Rescue!"  She rides bikes and takes long baths.  She loves stories about when she was a baby and is sad when it's not her turn to say the evening prayer.

She shouts "Giddyup Humpback!" when Nate packs her around.

Friday, December 17, 2010

The Big Kids' Guide to Christmas Stories

The Best Christmas Pageant Ever by Barbara Robinson


A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens, Illustrated by Trina Schart Hyman


A Ghost Tale for Christmas Time by Mary Pope Osborne


Rags and Riches: Kids in the Time of Charles Dickens by Mary Pope Osborne and Natalie Pope Boyce


The Night Before Christmas by Clement C Moore, Illustrated by Mary Engelbreit


The Christmas Cobwebs by Odds Bodkin


The Christmas Miracle of Jonathan Toomey by Susan Wojciechowski


Christmas in the Big Woods by Laura Ingalls Wilder


Santa Comes to Little House by Laura Ingalls Wilder

Yes Virginia There is a Santa Claus by Christ Plehal

Tuesday, December 14, 2010

Mohenjo-Daro


It was a dark and windy night as the town of Mohenjo-Daro slept.  Little did anyone know that this was their last night...because an enemy was invading that second.

When the enemy shot its first cannon blow, that's when the people of Mohenjo-Daro woke up!

They all tried to hide, but most were found and killed!

The others ran, but they were caught and killed.

Me: Wow Jensie, that's intense.

Jensie: Yeah, I was going to have them sold into slavery and then killed, but I thought that'd be too tragic for you.

Saturday, December 11, 2010

Soap Box

Can I preach for a minute?  Trick question!  Of course I can, it's my blog.


We bought three more ducks--two Muscovy drakes and a silver hen named Dove.  Pizza Dough (great name Frankie!), the largest male, is slated to be the main event of this year's Christmas feast.

We haven't succeeded in going completely veg, but I can count on one hand the number of times I ate corporate meats this year. Eating food we've raised ourselves has been a really positive change for our family.  For one thing, it's taught me to be much less wasteful...You know what? Never mind.  Being preachy is taking too much time and effort today.  Suffice it to say that I'm pleased as punch to be a more principled conscientious eater, and am proud of how well treated and fed our animals are.

Speaking of which...our fridge is a total babysitter's nightmare.  See?

It's jam packed with greens and goodies for our feathered friends, but there's nothing good to snack on.  Wanna know why I took this picture?  'Cause one night I hired this cute girl to watch the kids and when I was walking her through the house I opened the fridge and told her she could eat anything she wanted. By the look on her face it was clear that she wouldn't be raiding the cupboards after the kids went to bed.  I felt bad, but secretly thought it was hilarious.  I tried to make up for it by bringing her a Snickers bar when I got back.

I would stock a Candy Cupboard for just such occasions, but I lack the willpower to withstand such a thing myself.  I'd be like Goldie Hawn in Death Becomes Her pre fountain-of-youth potion.  Remember?  So for now nothing changes--the sitters will just have to suck it up. Lucky ducks.

Sunday, December 5, 2010

Five

Asher-Man, to the rescue.
Happy birthday Sonny!

Friday, December 3, 2010

Flashback Friday: HUBBA HUBBA


These were taken at his parents' house the first Thanksgiving we spent together--which, as it happens, was our third date--which, incidentally, was two days after our first date.

Girls used to stop me on my way to class and ask "Are you dating Nate Bigler?" 

I'd say "Uh, yeah...why?" 

Then inevitably that total stranger would say something like "He has such a nice ass." 

And I'd walk away wondering Who says that? or Did that just happen in real life? 

But seriously, he does.  Lucky for you I keep those pictures all to myself.

Monday, November 29, 2010

Can You Kiss on Camera

and keep a straight face?
I sure as hell can't.

Sunday, November 28, 2010

Oldest to Youngest

Penny & Me
November 24, Salt Lake City, Utah
Carter & Nate
Novermber 25, Milton-Freewater, Oregon






Saturday, November 27, 2010

Powder at the Base of the Blues

Happiest kids in the world.
My girl rockin' her homemade "snow boots"-four pair of wool socks and a couple of grocery bags.  Works like a charm!

Thursday, November 25, 2010

Nov. 25

Family

We are in Oregon now, surrounded by people who know and love us.  A lucky layover in Salt Lake City provided a chance to catch up with friends and family along the way.
Meeting their newest cousin, little miss Penny Packard, for the first time
Happy Thanksgiving.

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Nov. 23

The house in Cedar Fort, where Nate and I learned to listen to each other.

"Before" pics to horrify and amuse you.

Monday, November 22, 2010

Nov. 22

Sticky kids with sooty faces, campfires, November nights, and dads who keep it all together

Sunday, November 21, 2010

Nov. 21

Gratitude Two-fer

A temperate climate

The calming power of a well-timed prayer

Saturday, November 20, 2010

A Dream Come True

Frankie didn't just turn three--she had a pink and purple party to prove it.  She lalalalalaloved it.



After cupcakes and ice-cream the kids played outside with all the neat new presents.
Thanks for the...
clothes and purses--Grandi Andi
Strawberry Shortcake doll--Grammy Lisa
wings and dress up shoes- Barwicks
crayons and coloring books- Rachel
books-Granny Ann
birthday money-- Granny Jennifer and Grandpa Hugh
sticker book-Auntie Em and Unckie Seth!

Friday, November 19, 2010

Nov. 19

Block leave-46 days to live like shut-ins

Thursday, November 18, 2010

Bronze Star

This afternoon Nate was awarded the Bronze Star Medal, his second in fact.
Congratulations, Nate.  I'm proud of you.

Three

Happy Birthday Frankie!

Nov. 18

Girl Scouts

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

Overheard: A Long Distance Phone Call

Frankie:  Hi Grandi, guess what?  I'm going to have a pink and purple birthday party!

Grandi (Nate's mom):  Really?  How fun!  What are you going to do at your party?

Frankie: Go to it.

Nov. 17

Asher: Mom, was Jesus' birthday the first Christmas?

Me: Yes.

Asher:  So...my birthday was the first December 5th!

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Nov. 16

Bolst's Curry Powder

Monday, November 15, 2010

An Excerpt

from my journal (Saturday Nov. 6):

Favorite parts of today:
Nate quoting Singin' in the Rain and humming "I Love You Too" from Pete's dragon- complete with all the bom bombom bombombom bombombom bom bom boms
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Jensie showing the Selfs a poem she'd written and Stephen* saying "Ah, channeling a little Basho there"

Jensie saying "You know Basho?  I love him.  Did you know his name means banana in Japanese?  One of his students gave him a beautiful banana tree and he decided to take his name from it..." 

and Nate and I wondering Who the heck is Basho? and How does she know this?

*Stephen and Melissa Self are friends of ours from church.  Stephen is a brainiac Latin professor here at Columbus State University.  He also happens to speak 20 different languages.  That's right, 20.  Most of what he says is over my head...but not, apparently, Jensie's!

Nov. 15

Sweet slow days

Sunday, November 14, 2010

Nov. 14

Asher Rhys
Our Sonny- lover of Legos, sisters, Star Wars, and s'mores

Saturday, November 13, 2010

Nov. 13

Savannah, Georgia, Heather, little cream puff baby girls, and sunshine- all rolled into one

Friday, November 12, 2010

Thursday, November 11, 2010

Nov. 11

Tiny towns on scenic byways

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

Nov. 10

Public libraries

Tuesday, November 9, 2010

Monday, November 8, 2010

What I Did Today and Before That

I sort of want to compete in a triathlon, only I hate to run and the swimming scares me.  I think I could teach myself not to hate to run, or I could just hate it and do it anyway.  The swimming though...yikes.  I am definitely a social swimmer.  I mean, if I'm splashing around, playing Marco Polo or something, I am not going to drown.  But if you are going to drown and need me to save you...we're probably both going to die.

So...shoot, I was going somewhere with this and totally lost my train of thought.  Oh yeah!  Exercise.  It's been a long long time since I've done anything that even remotely resembled exercise on a regular basis.  But today, well, today was the day.  I would really rather ride my bike than just about anything in the world, but Asher was at school, and the girls are sick and it's kind of chilly outside so I instant-watched a Crunch Dance Aerobic video on Netflix and went to town.  Yeah!  I suck so bad at dance aerobics, it's embarrassing even in my own living room.

I let Jensie do it with me, but the instructor kept saying cheesy stuff like "Show me your sexy arms!" and I was thinking I can not believe my seven year old is hearing this! and from now on we will stick to P90-X (which is my nemesis).  I was pretty sure all my flailing about was a waste of time but tonight my hamstrings are sore, so hurrah!

I am writing this at 12:24 am, but it feels like 1:24 am because it is Monday and the time only "fell back" on Sunday and I'm not used to it.  For reasons I can neither explain nor comprehend I am writing this in what seems to be a very ditsy cheerleader-ish voice.  So-rry.

After our "dance party" we did the usual--laundry, lunch, dishes, Legos.  For some reason though, it was all totally awesome.  Frankie and Asher played Legos for hours.  Frankie is very dexterous and imaginative and Asher is obsessed with making sure each knight looks exactly like the instruction manual shows.  It's cool.

Also, Frankie never says "to" it's always "ter."  You know, like, today becomes yes-TER-day?  Well she carries around this little plastic VeggieTales figurine and says in her deepest man voice, "Hi, I'm Bob Termato" and I lalalalalove it.

This weekend was so much fun.  Nate had Friday off, so we went to Westville, and Pasaquan and they are both terrific places.  You should google them now, and I'll take you there later (when you visit!).  I forgot to charge my camera battery though, so even though we took a few pictures they were all very blurry and I won't post them.  Boo.

It's getting chilly down here in Dixie.  We've been camping out and roasting mallows in the backyard a few times a week.  I love it.  I meant to take a picture of one of our infamous Bigler bonfires for you, but got hung up on this guy instead.  That is smoke there in the corner so I think that's good enough.

Good night!

Nov. 8

Hayao Miyazaki

Sunday, November 7, 2010

Nov. 7

Jensie Lissette, the first one I loved
 "Orphans who found a beaver's dam for shelter"--complete with British accents

Saturday, November 6, 2010

Nov. 6

Envelope budgets

Friday, November 5, 2010

Nov. 5

Indoor plumbing

Thursday, November 4, 2010

Nov. 4

Good friends, old and new

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Fishie in the Sea

 
Blue ballerina?
Peacock Fairy?
No.
She is Ponyo, the red goldfish.

Nov. 3

Early mornings

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Nov. 2

Harvest Pumpkin Soup

Ingredients
2 small sugar pumpkins, halved, seeds and stringy fibers removed and reserved
6-8 tablespoons butter
3 cups homemade vegetable stock (3 cups water, 1 tomato halved, 1-2 chopped carrots, 1 chopped stalk celery, peel of one potato, 2 bay leaves, sprig of fresh thyme or 1 tbs thyme, lots of salt and a little pepper)
3 cups water
2 turnips, peeled and coarsely chopped
1 potato, peeled and coarsely chopped
2 shallots or 1/2 white onion, minced (about 1/4 cup)
1/2 cup dry white wine
3 tablespoons half-n-half
1 teaspoon packed brown sugar
2 teaspoons coarse salt
freshly ground pepper to taste


Directions
1. Preheat oven to 400 degrees.  Place pumpkin halves cut sides down, on a rimmed baking sheet.  Bake until soft, about 50 minutes.  Scoop out flesh of one pumpkin and puree in a food processor (you should have about 2 cups).  Scoop out flesh of second pumpkin, chop into large pieces, and set aside.

2. Melt 1 tablespoon butter in a small saucepan over medium-high heat.  Add reserved seeds and fibers from pumpkins and cook for 4 minutes.  Add stock and water and bring to a gentle simmer.  Cook for 9-10 minutes.

3. Meanwhile, melt remaining 5 tablespoons butter in a large saucepan over medium-high heat.  Add pumpkin puree, turnips, and potato, and cook for 5 minutes.   Add shallots, and cook until soft, about 4 minutes.  Add wine, and cook until liquid has reduced by half.

4.  Strain pumpkin-seed mixture, reserving broth and feed solids to your ducks.  What?  No ducks?  Ok, in that case discard the solids.  Add broth to pumpkin-wine mixture.  Bring to a simmer; cook for 20 minutes.  Let cool.

5. Puree in a food processor in small batches until smooth.  Heat soup in a saucepan over medium-high heat.  Stir in half-n-half, sugar, salt, pepper, and remaining chunks of pumpkin, and serve.

*Adapted slightly from this Martha Stewart recipe

Monday, November 1, 2010

Friday, October 29, 2010