They say it's not a good idea to go to the grocery store when you're starving. Well, as I learned today, if you go to the grocery store when you're starving AND pregnant, it's a whole 'nother ball game. Seriously, it's just plain dangerous.
While my incredible, super-human, ridiculous hormonal rages seem to have subsided (for now, at least), my mid-day exhaustion has not and my cravings are getting increasingly worse. Sour Cream and Onion chips, yum. Trolli Gummi Worms...mmmm, YES! And the one I have yet to indulge is Taco Johns, oh sweet deliciousness. Next time I find myself out on Grand Ave in Waukesha that IS happening!
Each week seems to go by a little more quickly than the last, which is good news because I feel like the first 6 weeks took FOREVER! It didn't help that I was over a week behind what I thought when I went for my ultrasound. The end of this week marks 12 weeks and only one more week until the 2nd trimester-HALLELUJIA! Can I get an Amen?
So I ran to Walmart to grab an onion and half & half for the delicous-looking Broccoli Cheese soup I'm making for dinner tonight. An onion and half & half. When I remembered this awesome Red Baron deep dish pizza that I got last week. I immediately needed to have that for lunch. Like, anything else just wasn't happening. It needed to be that pizza. Ugh, don't you hate that? After staring at the pizza cooler for like 7 minutes I had to come to terms with the fact that it wasn't there. Now, I just went grocery shopping on Friday, they had it on Friday. Don't ask me why only four days later the thing was no where to be found. So annoying.
Long story short I went for an onion and half & half. I left with two frozen pizzas (because I couldn't decide on one-big surprise), sour cream and onion chips, Trolli Gummy Octopusses (becasue there were no worms, grr!), a block of Marble Jack cheese (to eat with my flip sides cracker/pretzels), butter (because I've learned there's no such thing as having too much butter), Keebler Club Crackers and Cheese (so random), new foundation (because a mouse ate my other one), an onion and half & half. So much for sticking to the list (one of the farmer's pet peeves about me). Oh well, hopefully that will be enough to last me a few weeks worth of cravings.
So until next time, hopefully I'll make it out to Taco Johns....because I literally laid in bed the other night trying to make up an excuse to go out to Waukesha. Taco Johns is so dear to my heart, they really need to put one closer to me! Like across the street in Muskego, next to the horibble McDonald's with the worst service in the history of the universe.
See ya around,
The Farmer's Wife
Tuesday, October 30, 2012
Tuesday, October 16, 2012
Wild Chicken Chase
I am sure you've heard the term "wild goose chase" and while I'm quite certain you've never actually encountered a wild goose chase, I'm sure you can imagine it quite ridiculous.
Well, my friends, I have just been victim to a "wild chicken chase", which is, in fact, equally as ridiculous.
My previous post about the most scrumptious Brown Butter Pumpkin Cupcakes was the setting for what was about to transpire. I was setting up to bake the second batch of these delightful treats when it dawned on me that we only had one egg left in the fridge. No big deal, I'm the Farmer's Wife, remember? Just go out back and grab an egg (I'm not kidding, that's actually what we do here).
Easier said than done.
After spending at least 5 minutes trying to unlatch the door to the chicken coop, I finally realized I was attempting to turn it the wrong way. Ok, problem #1 solved. Got the door open and pandemonium ensued. Ducks and chickens went running everywhere! At first I was able to contain them, scaring them back into the coop, but then just as one would run back in, three more would run out.
I'm not making this stuff up. It was the definition of ridiculous. I knew the Farmer would not be happy. These were his prized meat birds. But then, I saw a duck got out. Not a duck! So my priority shifted, if nothing could be saved, I had to at least fight for the duck. I was able to catch him and shove him back under the door. And there were a few smaller chickens that were easy to corner and grab. The larger meat birds-that's a different story. These things turn every which way. Just when you think you've got them cornered, they duck and run (pun intended) the other direction.
So, I got wise. I went and got the pet carrier and would grab them one by one and put them in the pet carrier-it was becoming too tiresome to catch them, open the door, shove them in, all while trying to make sure none of the others got out-after the pet carrier was full, I went to the side door and let them out. I had to do this three times!
Finally, with just one bird left, sweaty, defeated and so far beyond angry and frustrated that it isn't even funny, I decided I would give up. There was no way I could catch this last bird. It was a bantam which is smaller than an average chicken, so it's quicker and harder to catch. He was just running up and back along the coop. So then I decided I could do it. Just think, be smarter than the chicken, right? I mean I am smarter than a chicken, aren't I? Don't answer that.
The coop sits next to the garden and the wire outer wall of the coop runs parallel to the fence that surrounds the garden. So there's only a small space between the two and the chicken was pretty much staying right in between. So I barricaded off the one side so that he couldn't run through. Then went around the other side. He ran into my trap - so far, so good - well, believe it or not, chickens can fly. While I was tripping over, the hose, bricks and other miscellaneous farm tools trying to catch this last chicken, he flew right over my barricade, which was clearly no challenge for him.
I chased him around the coop and he ran straight for the woods. I yelled, "I'm trying to help you! You'll die if you run in there." He didn't even look back. Stupid bird. So here I sit, with a broken nail, scraped leg, exhausted (it doesn't help that I'm 10 weeks pregnant and so much as getting dressed makes me exhausted) and I have nothing to show for it. Now I have to wait until the Farmer gets home to get my egg, and hope that he's not totally upset that there's a chicken missing. I think it was one of the full grown ones, one of the only ones that was laying. Ugh, oh well.
Until next time and hoping that none of you ever have to chase chickens because it really sucks,
-The Farmer's Wife
Well, my friends, I have just been victim to a "wild chicken chase", which is, in fact, equally as ridiculous.
My previous post about the most scrumptious Brown Butter Pumpkin Cupcakes was the setting for what was about to transpire. I was setting up to bake the second batch of these delightful treats when it dawned on me that we only had one egg left in the fridge. No big deal, I'm the Farmer's Wife, remember? Just go out back and grab an egg (I'm not kidding, that's actually what we do here).
Easier said than done.
After spending at least 5 minutes trying to unlatch the door to the chicken coop, I finally realized I was attempting to turn it the wrong way. Ok, problem #1 solved. Got the door open and pandemonium ensued. Ducks and chickens went running everywhere! At first I was able to contain them, scaring them back into the coop, but then just as one would run back in, three more would run out.
I'm not making this stuff up. It was the definition of ridiculous. I knew the Farmer would not be happy. These were his prized meat birds. But then, I saw a duck got out. Not a duck! So my priority shifted, if nothing could be saved, I had to at least fight for the duck. I was able to catch him and shove him back under the door. And there were a few smaller chickens that were easy to corner and grab. The larger meat birds-that's a different story. These things turn every which way. Just when you think you've got them cornered, they duck and run (pun intended) the other direction.
So, I got wise. I went and got the pet carrier and would grab them one by one and put them in the pet carrier-it was becoming too tiresome to catch them, open the door, shove them in, all while trying to make sure none of the others got out-after the pet carrier was full, I went to the side door and let them out. I had to do this three times!
Finally, with just one bird left, sweaty, defeated and so far beyond angry and frustrated that it isn't even funny, I decided I would give up. There was no way I could catch this last bird. It was a bantam which is smaller than an average chicken, so it's quicker and harder to catch. He was just running up and back along the coop. So then I decided I could do it. Just think, be smarter than the chicken, right? I mean I am smarter than a chicken, aren't I? Don't answer that.
The coop sits next to the garden and the wire outer wall of the coop runs parallel to the fence that surrounds the garden. So there's only a small space between the two and the chicken was pretty much staying right in between. So I barricaded off the one side so that he couldn't run through. Then went around the other side. He ran into my trap - so far, so good - well, believe it or not, chickens can fly. While I was tripping over, the hose, bricks and other miscellaneous farm tools trying to catch this last chicken, he flew right over my barricade, which was clearly no challenge for him.
I chased him around the coop and he ran straight for the woods. I yelled, "I'm trying to help you! You'll die if you run in there." He didn't even look back. Stupid bird. So here I sit, with a broken nail, scraped leg, exhausted (it doesn't help that I'm 10 weeks pregnant and so much as getting dressed makes me exhausted) and I have nothing to show for it. Now I have to wait until the Farmer gets home to get my egg, and hope that he's not totally upset that there's a chicken missing. I think it was one of the full grown ones, one of the only ones that was laying. Ugh, oh well.
Until next time and hoping that none of you ever have to chase chickens because it really sucks,
-The Farmer's Wife
Monday, October 15, 2012
Proud Pinterest Moment!
Today I had what I like to call a "proud Pinterest moment". I found a recipe on Pinterest, purchased ingredients and was able to near-perfectly replicate it!
Jack and I started our morning with an episode of our favorite show-Curious George-an episode in which he and Professor Wiseman bake muffins for a bake sale. It's amazing how an episode of Curious George can inspire creativity. Anyways, I had an itch to bake afterwards and have been wanting to try a Pinterest recipe for Brown Butter Pumpkin Muffins for a while now. I am actually taking them to a church mom's group called TIME OUT on Wednesday-but wanted to test them out before subjecting all my mom friends to some random recipe.
Well, success! They look good, smell good and taste great! And here's the kicker- I don't even like pumpkin! Jack was a huge help-he measured, poured and mixed most of the ingredients (with a little help, of course!) and he was so proud of himself for baking muffins "just like George". It's exciting to see your children have moments where they realize they can do things on their own. He actually said to me "Mom, I love baking with you"-that made it totally worth the powdered sugar disaster in my kitchen right now!
Here's the Pinterest inspired cupcake:
And here's my rendition:
I even managed to find my grandma's Wilton cupcake frosting tip. I guess I should have taken the wrapper off before taking the picture so you could see the amazing carmel/orange color of these muffins. My whole house smells so awesome right now-another bonus to baking! If you'd like the recipe, you can find it at Baked Perfection a blog dedicated to recipes and baking! This girl was right, this recipe was worth repeating! Not to mention the cinnamon cream cheese frosting. I can't wait to take these to TIME OUT on Wednesday, I think they're going to be a huge hit!
Oh-I almost forgot, remember the Pin about how to seal your bags? Let me refresh your memory:
Jack and I started our morning with an episode of our favorite show-Curious George-an episode in which he and Professor Wiseman bake muffins for a bake sale. It's amazing how an episode of Curious George can inspire creativity. Anyways, I had an itch to bake afterwards and have been wanting to try a Pinterest recipe for Brown Butter Pumpkin Muffins for a while now. I am actually taking them to a church mom's group called TIME OUT on Wednesday-but wanted to test them out before subjecting all my mom friends to some random recipe.
Well, success! They look good, smell good and taste great! And here's the kicker- I don't even like pumpkin! Jack was a huge help-he measured, poured and mixed most of the ingredients (with a little help, of course!) and he was so proud of himself for baking muffins "just like George". It's exciting to see your children have moments where they realize they can do things on their own. He actually said to me "Mom, I love baking with you"-that made it totally worth the powdered sugar disaster in my kitchen right now!
I even managed to find my grandma's Wilton cupcake frosting tip. I guess I should have taken the wrapper off before taking the picture so you could see the amazing carmel/orange color of these muffins. My whole house smells so awesome right now-another bonus to baking! If you'd like the recipe, you can find it at Baked Perfection a blog dedicated to recipes and baking! This girl was right, this recipe was worth repeating! Not to mention the cinnamon cream cheese frosting. I can't wait to take these to TIME OUT on Wednesday, I think they're going to be a huge hit!
Oh-I almost forgot, remember the Pin about how to seal your bags? Let me refresh your memory:
Seriously, it blew my mind, too! I can never seal my powdered sugar bag well enough, and the next time I go to use it, it always seems stale to me. So-BADA BING!
Pinterest to the rescue, again. What would we do without Pinterest?
Other than have our precious time back, that is.
Hopefully this recipe will help you kick off the fall season, they'd make a great alternative to Pumpkin Pie on Thanksgiving, or just a good treat to make for any fall gathering. I plan to make them more than once! Happy Baking, from the Farm.
-The Farmer's Wife
Thursday, October 11, 2012
Funny Story...
So, like usual, I haven't blogged since Jack's birthday. And the only reason I've decided to sit down and do this post is because of an encouraging request from my sis-in-law. I was just reviewing my last post about Jack's successful carnival birthday party (which in the time since I have lent the materials out for someone else to use, so all my work wasn't completely in vain) and I read the last line
Here's to another fun year ahead and looking forward to more fun ideas for birthday bash #4 Maybe by then I'll also be planning a 1st birthday...we'll have to talk to the farmer about that one *wink*
Well, surprise. While I won't have to plan 2 birthday parties for 2013, our family will have added a birthday by the time the year is out. Funny because I forgot that I wrote that in there and at the time I secretly knew we'd be "trying" for baby #2 very soon. But I knew no one would pick up on it since the farmer has been adamant about only having one child. So-jokes on you I guess.
On or around August 4 I stopped taking my BCP and no kidding, September 5 I found out I'd be expecting our 2nd bundle of joy. Fertile Myrtle. I have been to the doc since and everything is good-only one baby (I was secretly hoping for twins), and a strong heartbeat. So praise the Lord!
We decided to tell our families pretty much right away, because we knew their minds would be blown. We waited 2 weeks until we were having a family dinner-let me tell you it was the longest 2 weeks ever! It took my mom a minute to realize that Jack was wearing a "BIG BROTHER" shirt when we dropped him off a their house that night. My sister, on the other hand, took about .05 seconds to realize it and then the screaming, hugging and jumping up and down commenced.
Then the farmer's family. We went to dinner at an Asian-cuisine chain restaurant called "Stir Crazy". When everyone got up to get their woks at the buffet style "build-your-own-wok" station, the farmer and I left pictures of Jack wearing his "BIG BROTHER" shirt on the table next to everyone's seats. It didn't take long for them to see and react and needless to say they were all very excited.
And Jack, he had been praying so faithfully for a little sister (with a little encouraging from me) and I could tell he really wanted a sibling. I was really excited to tell him, I got the video camera out and the farmer and I sat him down and told him...expecting a great, excited reaction from our little man...we were a little disappointed at his less than enthusiastic reply, and it didn't make for much of a home video. But in the days and weeks since, Jack has become more and more excited. It's a little confusing for him still because it's not really apparent that I'm pregnant yet. He hugs me often and tells me he loves my baby and when he hugs me he's hugging the baby too. He usually asks how his baby sister is doing and I've had to remind him that we won't know if it's a brother or a sister for a while and the doctor will have to tell us.
We will be finding out the gender of the baby, I need to be able to plan. If it's a girl I have a lot of shopping to do, if it's a boy, I have a lot of praying to do-haha. Of course I would love a daughter to spoil and dress up and shop with, but Jack is such a blessing that another boy would be lots of fun too. I honestly can't picture my life with two boys though. Maybe I'd get more sympathy from the farmer for being the only female in the family? That alone might be worth a Y chromosome.
Well, pregnancy and children are such a blessing, I feel abundantly blessed that God would grant the farmer and me the chance to raise another child. I have such a long journey ahead of me, it's going to be hard to wait to meet this baby. May 18, 2013 can't come soon enough <3
I am going to make an effort to blog more, so I can remember this time. I did keep a journal during my pregnancy with Jack, and I can't find it right now, which annoys me (more than anything!) because I'd like to pick up where I left off and keep going. So until next time from the farm,
The Farmer's Wife
Here's to another fun year ahead and looking forward to more fun ideas for birthday bash #4 Maybe by then I'll also be planning a 1st birthday...we'll have to talk to the farmer about that one *wink*
Well, surprise. While I won't have to plan 2 birthday parties for 2013, our family will have added a birthday by the time the year is out. Funny because I forgot that I wrote that in there and at the time I secretly knew we'd be "trying" for baby #2 very soon. But I knew no one would pick up on it since the farmer has been adamant about only having one child. So-jokes on you I guess.
On or around August 4 I stopped taking my BCP and no kidding, September 5 I found out I'd be expecting our 2nd bundle of joy. Fertile Myrtle. I have been to the doc since and everything is good-only one baby (I was secretly hoping for twins), and a strong heartbeat. So praise the Lord!
We decided to tell our families pretty much right away, because we knew their minds would be blown. We waited 2 weeks until we were having a family dinner-let me tell you it was the longest 2 weeks ever! It took my mom a minute to realize that Jack was wearing a "BIG BROTHER" shirt when we dropped him off a their house that night. My sister, on the other hand, took about .05 seconds to realize it and then the screaming, hugging and jumping up and down commenced.
Then the farmer's family. We went to dinner at an Asian-cuisine chain restaurant called "Stir Crazy". When everyone got up to get their woks at the buffet style "build-your-own-wok" station, the farmer and I left pictures of Jack wearing his "BIG BROTHER" shirt on the table next to everyone's seats. It didn't take long for them to see and react and needless to say they were all very excited.
And Jack, he had been praying so faithfully for a little sister (with a little encouraging from me) and I could tell he really wanted a sibling. I was really excited to tell him, I got the video camera out and the farmer and I sat him down and told him...expecting a great, excited reaction from our little man...we were a little disappointed at his less than enthusiastic reply, and it didn't make for much of a home video. But in the days and weeks since, Jack has become more and more excited. It's a little confusing for him still because it's not really apparent that I'm pregnant yet. He hugs me often and tells me he loves my baby and when he hugs me he's hugging the baby too. He usually asks how his baby sister is doing and I've had to remind him that we won't know if it's a brother or a sister for a while and the doctor will have to tell us.
We will be finding out the gender of the baby, I need to be able to plan. If it's a girl I have a lot of shopping to do, if it's a boy, I have a lot of praying to do-haha. Of course I would love a daughter to spoil and dress up and shop with, but Jack is such a blessing that another boy would be lots of fun too. I honestly can't picture my life with two boys though. Maybe I'd get more sympathy from the farmer for being the only female in the family? That alone might be worth a Y chromosome.
Well, pregnancy and children are such a blessing, I feel abundantly blessed that God would grant the farmer and me the chance to raise another child. I have such a long journey ahead of me, it's going to be hard to wait to meet this baby. May 18, 2013 can't come soon enough <3
I am going to make an effort to blog more, so I can remember this time. I did keep a journal during my pregnancy with Jack, and I can't find it right now, which annoys me (more than anything!) because I'd like to pick up where I left off and keep going. So until next time from the farm,
The Farmer's Wife
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