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things I’ve made for dinner this week:

three-bell pepper stir fry with sesame oil sautéed wheat berries
veggie sloppy joes with TVP and bulgur
shrimp tacos
giant green salad and veggie burgers

great events of the past week:

Brent gets a call from a scout for the Braves.
Anthony sends Zelda and I Mother’s Day roses.
Justin Verlander pitches the no-no on Tuesday…and bonus, Mom, Dad and Christian were there.
Evie’s first visit to the beach on Saturday.
clothing swap with Becky, Michelle, Randi and Jen S. great great fun.

what I am looking forward to:

fresh herbs from the garden (I will have to wait a few weeks for them).
Amanda and Mike’s wedding.
a phone call from my little brother in Germany.
talk of the nation on NPR.

the plan for the day:

cleaning of the house…fun. seriously.
swimming in the pool.
dinner.
finishing “the crying of lot 49”.
starting a new book!

that is all for now, pals

while daddy's away...

jeremy was gone on business (doesn't that sound so grown up? we are getting old, folks) evie and i went to my parents' house for a few days. well, it was supposed to be only a few days, but then the entire household was struck by the most devastating stomach flu i have ever encountered. first christian on sunday (tho we thought he was reacting to an accidental overdose of some medicine). then mom on tuesday, rj wednesday morning, and evie, dad and i wednesday night. as we had left lansing monday night, my lovely and amazing friends continued to stop in on beans until friday afternoon, allowing evie and i to recover at ma and pa's house of healing.

*gross alert*

i am famous (in our family) for being the child making giant puke messes. fitting then, that evie began getting sick just before me. and being that i absolutely HATE to vomit, i am cleaning her up, holding her over whatever available recepticle i can find, all while trying to control my own growing nausea. at one point, somewhere between two and three am, i am in the bathroom with evie. she is vomiting into the sink, i am holding her, and calling to my mom to hold her so i can go vomit in the toilet. (god is funny--i didn't start getting that sick until 4 am). that's right, three generations in the bathroom, but only two of us ill. my mom rules. meanwhile, i'm trying to (unsuccessfully) to get it done and over with, and evie (who is fine for the moment and chipper as all hell) stands next to me, holds my hair, and says, "it's ok, mommy. your body will tell you when to do it, then you open your mouth and spit. ok, do it." ha! of course, that is what i'd told her earlier...sweetest, funniest child.

(end gross alert)

after recovering, we came home friday, to find that beans had gotten hold of the sunday new york times. see for yourself:






suffice to say, my parents and friends are amazing, and fun times were had by all!