Percy Jackson and the Olympians

Wow! I really did think I'd write more in this blog. My only excuse is that we've been thoroughly enjoying our summer.

I thought I'd do a series of posts about some of the books I've been reading lately.

I read all of the the Percy Jackson and the Olympian series. They were pretty good. They were geared towards a younger reader, but I found them enjoyable. I was a little disappointed in the first book, The Lightening Thief. I may have just started reading it with too high of expectations; however, I also found that the series progressively got better with each book.

They're a quick read and I think I learned more about Greek Mythology than I could recall before reading the series. It made things easier to remember.

If you're looking for a quick read, I'd recommend it.

No-Bake Cookies

I have always loved No-Bake Cookies. There's just something about them that make my mouth water. So, I thought I'd post my favorite No-Bake Cookie recipe:

No-Bake Cookies

Ingredients:

2 Tbsp Butter
2 Tbsp Cocoa
1/2 c Milk
2 c Sugar1 tsp Vanilla
1/2 tsp Salt
3/4 c Crunchy Peanut Butter
2 c Oatmeal

Directions:

Melt butter in a medium saucepan. Stir in cocoa, milk, and sugar. Stir to melt ingredients together. Bring to a boil that spans the whole surface of the mixture (rather than just the edges). Remove from heat. **allowing the mixure to boil for even a few minutes will completely dry out the cookies and leave you with nothing more than chocolatey granola. Believe me. It's happened to me before*** Stir in vanilla, salt, peanut butter, and oatmeal until well mixed. Stir until mixture has thickened a bit. Scoop heaping spoonfuls onto wax paper and allow to cool.

Makes about 2 dozen.



**This recipe was found and quoted from: http://mymuffinthursdays.blogspot.com/2008/05/no-bake-cookies.html

For the Love of Books

I've been MIA a bit lately, but I have a good reason. We moved just a week or so into May, my hubby has started Summer Semester, and my little Moonpie has been ill. However, I do have some fun things to blog about.

So, I'll start with books. I'm not sure how many out there are readers, but I love books. I like how they feel when I hold them. I love the weight of them in my hand. I love the stories and places they take me to. I love the smell of them (as long as they're not library books). I love they way they look on bookshelves or if they have a great cover. I love everything about books--I'm a bit of a bibliophile.

And I have a special love/hate relationship with books that pull me deeply into their story, the sort of books that are so good I have a hard time putting them down. You might be wondering, why I say I have a love/hate relationship with these books. Well, I love these books for obvious reasons. I love a book that can draw me into the story no matter how many times I put it down. When I'm doing something else and see it out of the corner of my eye and I automatically want to flip to where I was and continue reading it again. During any free moment I have (waiting between batches of cookies) I'm back in the book seeing what's going to happen next. And when the story finally comes to an end I feel both satisfied and yet sad that it's finished.

However, I hate these books because when I get drawn into books like this I tend to slack on other things like housework or often dinner will be a little late (because I had to read 'just one more chapter'). And I hate feeling like I didn't do anything during the day. And sometimes while I'm reading the book I think--"I really should be doing something else," which takes away some of the enjoyment. Thus, my love/hate relationship.

That said I will be sharing books I read: books I love, books I didn't, and everything in between.

The Motherhood Epiphany

For a while, the fact that I was a wife and mother seemed so surreal to me. (Is that weird, or what? Am I the only one out there who felt that way?)

It wasn’t until I had been married for a little over three and a half years, had a two year old, was five months pregnant with baby number two (with a miscarriage in between), and moved three times (two of the timed to a different state)--that I happily thought, while changing the sheets on our bed and Ladybug was running around in the other room, “Yeah, this is who I am. I’m a wife and a mother—how cool is that?!”

Don’t get me wrong--I was excited to get married and have a place of my own, but after the fact I felt like I was playing house. And was thrilled to have a baby, but it still seemed like—I don’t know—it didn’t feel like it was really me. I think it all might have had something to do with the fact that I quit working to be a stay-at-home-mom, which I totally love, but there was a bit of an adjustment time to get used to only having a child as company most of the day.

So, when I had my little epiphany I was in heaven. All the pieces clicked and I felt whole. I knew who I was and what I was doing. I’m so thankful for moments like that; they let me know I’m on the right track.

Dinner Prep.

The other day I was making Chicken Stir Fry for dinner and knew I needed to have it ready to eat by the time my husband came home from work since he had somewhere to be later on that evening. While stir fry isn't a particularly difficult meal, it can be hard to cut up veggies and chicken while you have a three year old getting into things and a 7 month old crying for some attention.

So, I had a thought--I could cut up the veggies/chicken and get the rice/water measured out, while Ladybug was enjoying her afternoon snack and Moonpie was napping. (While, I'm sure this isn't a new idea for many of you, and it wasn't totally for me either--I've made treats, crafts, etc. during this time--but I hadn't thought of preparing for dinner.)

It was a success! Although, I had a few more dishes to wash, my hands were chicken free when Moonpie needed attention and while Ladybug wanted help picking up her toys. Then when it time to make dinner all I had to do was turn on some burners and drop the food into the pan and dinner was ready to go. Easy Peasy!

Towels

Here's a domestic hint.

I've been told, "For more absorbent towels do not use fabric softener when washing."