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Open Faced Squash and cheeseburger

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I had yellow squash AND zucchini.
I had English muffins.
I had hamburger meat and I even had yummy cheddar cheese-- the kind you have to slice, not the stuff that comes in individual wrappers.

Last night we made open faced hamburgers. I would give them a name, but the name would basically give every ingredient in the "recipe" ... if one can call it a recipe.

Long story short-- YUM!

Check it out:

Season your squash and zucchini and allow to rest on a paper towel for about 20 minutes before grilling. It was too hot last night to light the grill, so I used my grill pan inside-- with the air conditioning.




Toss 'em in the oven to keep 'em warm.

Spread the tiniest bit of mayonnaise on your English muffin.

Grill your burgers and when you flip them, put your muffins in the oven.

When everything is ready, assemble!

English muffin on the bottom, two pieces of zucchini, one piece of squash, burger patty, and yummy cheese on top. I put them back in the oven for about two minutes…

Remember Yesterday?

I was thinking to myself how pleasantly quiet the house was last night. Perhaps, I might even go to bed early. Lights off and to the back, I head.... only to find my seven year old watching television in my bed.
Oh dear.
"Birdie. I'm not going to yell. I was perfectly clear that it was bedtime, was I not?"
"Yes m'am."
"Ok. No exceptions. Go to bed, right now."
"But, Mom-EEEEEEE"
"No. I was perfectly clear."
That's how the night closed down.
Somewhere in the pre-dawn hours, that same seven year old made her way back to my room to snuggle. I let it slide. 
This morning, the younger two slept in, I only had to sternly correct {read: not quite a yell} Birdie once and there was minimal whining. Minimal? Okay, maybe not minimal, but there was less than normal. 
One kid needed a bath upon waking up and his patio door is currently wide open with the fan blowing maximum speed. And a friend picked up Birdie so Bennie could sleep in. 

Discipline and iPad Chargers

You know those days when you have changed as many diapers as you have outfits on your child? Somehow, you too have changed as many shirts. Those days when your seven year old gives cold pizza to your 18 month old in the car and the only rectifying moment in carpool line is your children beg you to roll down the windows and blare "Video Killed the Radio Star" {so, of course you do... and all adults stare at you with a bewildered look as if to say, "ohhhh-kay?!"}?

When one child wants salmon and the other wants chicken and after eating exactly zero protein at supper, there is no shampoo in the bottle, but plenty elsewhere, and more water on the bathroom floor than in the shampoo ladened bathtub?

Two naked girls running in circles in the 27 square foot bathroom, hopping in soapy puddles, and laughing too loudly too keep their man-made Seattle weather a secret. Compound that with when the rainmaker slips on the floor while dancing in the water only to howl at the unfai…

It's safe to say she's having fun

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Birdie has had a band aid on her fore head since about hour 2.3 of camp. I dropped her off and was hardly in the driveway before the camp number popped up on caller id. Before picking up, I wondered if she had figured out how to burn the place down and we were going to be on the hook for a hefty arson bill.

Nah-- she was sliding into the lake and some kid hit her, open mouthed and the three front braces of her teeth implanted themselves in Birdie's forehead.

Ouch.

I laughed. And laughed. And laughed... because I knew she was having fun {and it was kinda funny}. They sent me a picture, I told them to keep Neosporin on it and let her keep having fun.



I have stalked the online pictures, at least three times a day to scour them. I want to see my first born and the activities she is dominating, the fun she is having, and the adventures she is creating for herself. The first picture I saw was not the little girl I dropped off, rather it was a teenager. Ok, that's an exaggeration-- b…