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Children Grow Up

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Can Hoo get more awesome?

Three years old already.

Where does the time go.

The Chef, The Professor and Bart the biofuel guy.3 of my children.

The Chef, The Professor and Bart the biofuel guy.
3 of my children.

Now the big boys.

Yesterday they were kicking each others legos over and fighting like crazy midgets.

Now Chef is a daddy. Professor is soon to be a daddy and Bart is getting married come summer 2013.

Whew it was a long haul with those three plus the girls.

I don’t miss those years.

But being a grandma is quite precious.

I am grateful for every crayoned sticky wrinkled work of art Hoo presents and I hang it proudly on the refrigerator door.

This is gmom,

peace out

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Pizza Pizza Pizza

Perfect Pizza Recipe

Gmom and grandkids Starlite and Hoo have been haunting the kitchen cooking up some fast and easy meals.

While Curious George runs on a loop on the flat screen.  Kids and I whipped up a pizza on a hot Baltimore day.

Enjoy.

Ingredients for dough:

  • 1 packet active dry yeast
  • 1 cup warm water (110 F)
  • 3 cups flour
  • 2 Tbls oil
  • 1 tsp salt
  • 2 tsp sugar

In a large mixing bowl mix yeast packet with sugar and water.

Let stand 10 minutes until creamy.

Add in the salt and oil.

Gradually add in the flour mixing with a large spoon. When a stiff dough is formed knead it with your hands for a couple of minutes. You may need less than the full 3 cups of flour or more. If the dough is sticky add a little more flour, if the dough is smooth and elastic stop adding flour.

Let dough sit for 30 minutes to rise. It should look like this.

When the dough has risen punch it down and then spread it into a pizza pan or other 9 x 13  baking dish.

 

Ingredients For Sauce:

  • 20 ounces tomato sauce
  • ½ cup sugar
  • 2 tsp. garlic powder
  • 2 tsp. oregano
  • 2 tsp. salt
  • 2 tsp. pepper

Put all sauce ingredients in a saucepan and simmer for 20 minutes.

Spread over prepared pizza dough.

    Put your favorite toppings on your pizza and bake at 350F for 20 minutes or until top starts to brown.

For our pizza we layered tomato slices and basil leaves. We drizzled olive oil on top and seasoned with salt and black pepper.

We then topped our pizza with 12 ounces of mozzarella cheese.

YUM!!!!

 

 The grandkids are usually the ones munching bites of pizza and fried cauliflower. 

These fellas are the serious eaters.

The Chef, The Professor and Bart the biofuel guy.
3 of my children.

  “The Chef”  I can’t compete against anymore.

With him it’s quality, with my other boys it’s quantity.

Watch for more recipes on New Mind Snack.

This is gmom,

peace out.

Fun Teaching Letters To A Toddler

Quite easy (sort of).

Fan out the lettered tiles in front of your 2 year old.

Point out letter “A ” and repeat frantically “A A A A…”

Encourage 2-year-old to find the same letter while dangling a blue ice pop over his head.

Give lots of praise when child inadvertently gets letter correct.

Show lots of patience when 2-year-old throws tiles into the air,

puts tiles into nose and down his shirt.

Continue until child’s nap time or until you reconsider sending child to pre-pre-pre-K.

Laugh.

Have fun.

Be ready for alternate creative play preferably including feet.

By the way, I’m the Grandmom.

The mom in the picture is my daughter now in nursing school.

She turned out alright even though the raising of her was

not so much a loving mom and child but more like a hostage situation.

This is gmom.

Living the dream.

Peace out.

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Photo: Summer In Hooville

 

Hoo the “Merchant of Good Cheer”.

This is gmom,

peace out.

I Need You Mom. No I Don’t. Yes I do.

Rose. Age 21. Daughter number 3, sixth child.

Fell off a moped during the final afternoon of labor day  beach vacation.

Broke both right forearm bones.

Road Rash” up and down her legs.

Drove her back to Baltimore to Union Memorial Hospital and the best upper extremity surgeons on the East Coast.

Now she has some hardware in her arm. A plate, pins and screws pulling the broken pieces all together. It’s been a long couple of weeks.

Before her surgery, she cried. I spoke softly to her and said the prayers from her childhood to comfort her.

After her surgery I slept by her. Gave her the pain medications, help her with all her needs, took her to the doctor and made repeated calls to him when she had questions.

I wiped her tears as she saw the track surgical scar run down her arm and the new shape of the back of her hand.

I handled the insurance company, her school medical leave letters and hooked her up with a decent physical therapist.

Now it’s 3 weeks post-op and the girl is back to normal.

Offended if I ask her if she wants me to cut a tag off the back of her shirt.

The cuddle-muffin who lay in my bed night after night is angry that I appeared at her PT appointment.

Miss Independent is back and I am left wondering if that momentary bond we shared when she was in pain and scared ever really happened.

Animals, They’re All Animals!

My favorite is the beat-box rodent.

What’s yours?

This is gmom,

peace out.

Where Is My Happy Place? Can I Borrow Yours?

Have you ever been told to go to your happy place?

Go in your mind to the one place on earth that you most want to be,

A beautiful beach.

A mountain meadow.

A rolling hillside in Ireland.

A holy place you once visited and never forgot.

So many times I’ve coaxed women, who in the clutches of labor pain to envision their happy place and go there.

I’ve spent hours whispering to them words of encouragement, that they can endure, that they can breathe through the most intense pain, and most often they do. I leave them holding their perfect beautiful infant at the breast.

In the last few weeks, so many people have told me to go to my happy place.

I’ve searched for it. I’ve even tried physically to go there.

What a crock.

I’ve gone through 6 labors unmedicated.

I’ve had my spinal nerves ablated.

I’ve done it before, I’ve found the strength to go …somewhere.

But now…I’m lost.

My happy place must have gone with the recession.

I can’t feel my strength, my breath.

How can I find my happy place if I can’t find myself.

Where did  I go ?

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