A Boy and his Dog- A LOVE Story

Franklin loves dogs. He has recently started asking for a puppy. If you know our living quarters, you know that Patrick and I laugh hysterically at the request.

We do not have room for another animal at our house.

Luckily, Franklin already has the best dog in the world.

Snoop Dogg has been a member of our family since 2004. We got him when we were living in Charlotte.

My friend Danielle and her daughter Hunter were visiting for Easter and we decided that a new dog would help with my home sickness. As soon as Snoop was released from his pen he climbed into Hunter’s lap to snuggle.

We knew we found our new dog.

When Vincent was born the 65-pound fawn Boxer showed no jealously or anger.

He was as protective and affectionate toward the baby as he was to Patrick and I.

Then came Franklin.

Poor dog didn’t know what was about to hit him.

Snoop has become Franklin’s dog...because Franklin says so. Snoop does not seem to mind. He follows Franklin everywhere he goes.

Snoop puts up with Frankie climbing on his back and riding him like a pony, wrapping a blanket around his neck so that he can be Super Dog, pulling him around by the collar, and occasionally grabbing his ears.

In return, Snoop gets lots of table scraps from Frankie, is talked to like a human, and is stroked on the chest...constantly. But most importantly, Snoopy gets to snuggle with Frankie on the bed. Sometimes Snoop is Frankie’s pillow. Sometimes they spoon.

They always keep each other warm.

Snoop is starting to age. He has a few grey hairs on his sweet mug. Boxers don’t have a long life span. When it is Snoops time to go he will be sorely missed.

The new puppy will have a big collar to fill. Hopefully, no time soon.

Old School Valentine's

There are two things I will always remember from my childhood Valentine’s Days. The first is getting a pretty red heart filled with chocolates from my parents. They were ALWAYS See’s Chocolates. This, I believe started my obsession with See’s candy.

I have tried others- Helen Grace is decent, but to me, is just trying to hop on Mrs. Sees’ bandwagon. Godiva Chocolates are rich and fancy looking, but a bit too pretentious for me. There is no need to try so hard. When it comes down to it, give me a box of See’s and I am a happy woman.

Patrick...are you listening?

The second thing I remember from my childhood Valentine’s Days is making heart shaped Cherry Filled Cookies with my mom. We did this every year. The recipe was from her old 1963 Betty Crocker Cooky Cookbook.

We would bring the red book down off the shelf a few times every year. The cover is partially falling off and the pages reflect years of sticky fingers thumbing through the edges. Mom has notes written in the margins, and her favorite recipes indicated with a big “Excellent,” scribbled next to it. The book has fun photos of the cookies across the bottom of the pages. I love this old-school cookbook.

I found that old Betty has reprinted it using the original format. Check it out if you are so inclined.

This is the first year I attempted to make the cookies with the boys. I hope to make it a yearly tradition.

There’s Franklin. He’s got the Bieber hair going for him in this photo- try to contain yourselves, girls.

And the final result. Time consuming, but worth it.

Happy Valentine’s Day!

Sweet Preschoolers

There is something so sweet and innocent about preschoolers. They are friends with everyone. It doesn’t matter if a classmate is a boy or a girl or looks different. They are all friends. It is sad that this changes in elementary school. How nice a society we would live in if preschoolers ran the world. Everyone would be a friend, we would have daily arts and crafts, there would be lots of dessert, and naps on demand.

Yesterday we made Valentines in preparation of the party at school today. Vincent wrote his name on 15 cards and 5 tags, no small feat for a 4 year old. He took pride in the writing, taping of candy to each card, and decorating of his Valentine’s bag, all by himself. I prepared candy bars for the teachers. Vincent was so excited to pass out his Valentines to all his friends when I left him at school this morning.

Preschoolers are so sweet.

In the end...

Preschool re-registration was this morning. I hope, now that it is over, the tightness in my chest will abate.

For months Patrick and I have been debating whether or not to sent Vincent to Kindergarten next school year. Both of us had valid reasons to bolster our opinions. We went back and forth. We gave all talking points careful consideration. I fretted. A decision had to be made.

VW will stay in preschool one more year. In the end, mama always gets her way.

If this was not stressful enough (I know, I am a bit dramatic, but this is important stuff to mothers), we then had to decide what days to enroll him and Franklin, a new preschooler, in next year.

So much to consider and worry about. Will two full days be enough? Are three half days better academically? Lots of socializing happens in the afternoon- maybe three full days are best? Would three days be perfect for Vincent but overwhelming for the younger Franklin? A decision had to be made.

Our final decision was based on two determining factors:

First, I consulted the preschool principal, whom I trust, and has an amazing talent for analyzing the little people in her charge.

Second, and more importantly, this is only the beginning of the boys’ educational journey. When they hit the doors of the local elementary school, there is no turning back (unless they are home schooled, which is another post for another day). In a short 18 months VW will be a full time student with all the rigors of reading and math, cutting and pasting, listening and following directions. These days of being home with mommy, snuggling late into the morning in our pjs and making a mess with the play doh after lunch, are fleeting.

The boys will be attending preschool Tuesday and Thursday full-day next school year.

In then end, mama always gets her way.

Thanks Frank!!!

Franklin is potty trained!

I don't know if it was the desire for super hero underwear or the four pound vat of Red Vines sitting on the office desk, but Franklin is potty trained.

For the first time in three years, I have only one child in diapers. This is a momentous week in our home. I'm sure all mothers can share in the joy!

Thanks Frank!!!

Ole! (for Audrey)

I found this recipe online a few years ago (thank you “RasinKane”, whoever you are). I make it twice a month, at least. The kids devour it, Patrick loves it, it makes the house smell great...and it has beer- I think it is my favorite recipe!

I should probably save it to post on Cinco de Mayo instead of Chinese New Year (happy year of the rabbit), but my friend Audrey loves Mexican food and I have been thinking of her a lot this week. This one’s for you A!

Slow Cooker Chicken Taco Soup

1 onion, chopped

1 (16 ounce) can chili beans

1 (15 ounce) can black beans

1 (15 ounce) can whole kernel corn, drained

1 (8 ounce) can tomato sauce

1 (12 fluid ounce) can or bottle beer

2 (10 ounce) cans diced tomatoes with green chilies, undrained

1 (1.25 ounce) package taco seasoning

3 whole skinless, boneless chicken breasts

shredded Cheddar cheese (optional)

sour cream (optional)

crushed tortilla chips (optional)

avocado (optional)

lime (optional)

Dump the first 8 ingredients into the crock pot. Give it a stir. Place the chicken on top of the mixture and cover. Cook on low for 5 hours. Remove the chicken from the crock pot. Let it cool a few minutes and chop it up into bite-sized pieces. Mix the chicken back into the soup and cook for 2 more hours. Serve topped with any or all of the optional toppings above.

This is what Coco amused herself with while I worked.

NOTES: I like to use frozen corn instead of canned. Also, if you or your family do not like spicy, you can adjust the amount of taco seasoning, or use tomatoes without green chilies. I have made this with chicken thighs as well, just be sure to take the thighs out before they fall off the bone.

Most importantly, I like to use imported Mexican beer so that I can drink one with it at dinnertime. Totally unnecessary, but gives me an excuse to buy decent beer. Last night I used a Heineken keg can. I don’t normally drink these, but I had it left over from the summer. I snuck them into Movies at the Lake with Audrey and her family. Audrey is fun. She took this picture.

Enjoy the taco soup!

Wordless Wednesday- Week 3