Tuesday, April 28, 2009

I Want it All

After a dismal finish in another foul weather weekend bike race last saturday, i have given up on bike racing and i am going to start putting my energy into being a pageant dad.
This is a snippet of what we are working on for the talent portion.

Sunday, April 26, 2009

Weiners, Weiners, Weiners

I am still the only one with a weiner around here. To celebrate this we had WEINER WEEK. The girls cooked weiners over an open fire in the back yard on one of the days that it wasn't raining.
#3 wore her "I'm a weiner" shirt more than once.
We dog-sat Erin's weiner dog while they went out of town for the week to some fabulous, warm vacation with topless beaches.
The girls love Stella and fought about who got to sleep with her every night. They are all off track right now so they have been sleeping on the floor in a big puppy pile in a different location of the house every night anyway. Stella would get lost under the covers and nestle up in someone's crotch for the night.
On the Friday nightly news, we saw that the weiner mobile was going to be in Murray on Saturday. What better way to wrap up weiner week than to go and see the weiner mobile. Apparently it is on tour across the country visiting winners of an essay contest. We didn't know about the contest before hand so we were not able to enter the contest but we were able to go and see it and get on and look around inside. They let me sit down and honk the horn but would not let me actually drive it. Since i married a banker years ago i rarely carry cash anymore, but i wish i had a benjamin in my wallet to slip the guy so he would let me race it around the block a few times.#2 lost a tooth and left it under her pillow the night they slept on the floor in the living room. The tooth fairy forgets to take the teeth in our house A LOT. When #2 woke up the next morning to find her tooth still under her pillow, she was a upset. We told her that the tooth fairy probably didn't know where she was sleeping last night so that is why she wasn't left money. She wanted to know why the tooth fairy knew when people lost a tooth, but not where they were sleeping.

Wednesday, April 22, 2009

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

#2 turns 7

She turned 7 today.
For her birthday she got what she asked for...some wollabwades.
When she was born, i wanted to name her IRiS but megan vetoed that.
She is going to give megan a run for her money in a few years. Luckily I will be at work or on a bike ride that day.

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Easter 09

#4 got her first haircut. I thought her mullet was coming in nicely but megan said if we trim it, it will come in thicker and fuller.

Aunt Erin made off with the most candy.

Friday, April 10, 2009

Monday, April 6, 2009

Confessions of a Bake-a-Holic Exposé or Happy Birthday Megan

The life of a recipe blogger is very glamorous one. You get invited to all kinds of parties and receive compliments and accolades for your delicious creations. All the photos look Delicious and perfect and the recipes sound effortless. Almost like they were just thrown together with a few ingredients that were laying around the house.
But behind the cremé brulee and royal icing is a darker side. A side hidden from the public eye. A side they don't want you to see.

Rewind 11 years, to a beautiful newlywed bride and her clueless husband. They had both lived at home up to the point where they fell in love, bought a house, remodeled that house and then got married, all the while going to school full time, running a small business and managing a bank branch.
Never having had to shop for groceries before their marriage, they spent most of their grocery money on fruit snacks, tapioca pudding and and thin mint girls scout cookies. Eating out a lot, they relied on Sunday dinner invitations for any home cooked meals. They got the bulk of their nourishment from pizza and milk shakes.

Occasionally there was a home cooked meal, but it usually consisted of rounding up whatever was in the fridge and did not smell rotten and then either making it into a stew or some sort of pasta sauce to throw on top of over cooked spaghetti noodles. A couple of real standouts that come to mind are a neon green Lima bean pasta and a carrot pasta sauce that was choked down only because it was Sunday and they couldn't go to the store and buy something else to eat.

After the Bake-a-holic's husband gained 25 pounds in the first year they were married, they decided to change their lifestyle and eating habits.

Fresh fruits and vegetables started to make regular appearances in the fridge. Whole wheat bread replaced Twinkies. Fruiti-O's fruit snacks where no longer considered a recommended daily fruit allowance, and french fries were not considered a healthy option because they were made from a vegetable. Things really started to turn around for the couple. They added an active, exercise element to the mix and started to actually become somewhat healthy.
But that was all about to take a drastic turn for the worse. It all changed when the Bake-a-holic found out she was going to be doing a little baking of her own. She found out she had a bun in the oven. Now she was eating for two. Her husband didn't want her to feel bad about gaining weight, so he gained sympathy weight with her. Always eating double portions and having a tough time keeping up with the exercise schedules, especially when the bake-a-holic would get so sick that she would throw up so much that she would get dehydrated and have to go to the hospital for an IV to replenish her fluids.

The baby finally came. A healthy baby girl. Although with childbirth, the first 7 lbs were easy to lose, the rest of the weight was not as easy. Especially for her husband. Mix that with a lack of sleep, always having goldfish crackers on hand and having whole milk in the fridge and you have a recipe for disaster.

Fast forward to 2009.
The bake-a-holics is now chasing 4 healthy girls around and being active. She runs like a gazelle. She has been collecting recipes and cookbooks for the last 10 years and turning out food that tastes really, really good. Staying barefoot, pregnant in the kitchen for all of those years has really paid off for her culinary skills.

It is not always as glamorous as the photos make it appear. There are recipes that don't work. There are meals that don't get eaten or are complained about. Occasionally there are kitchen fires.
Sometimes there are whole wheat breadsticks that look more like pooh than food.

At times, the kids complain when home-made macaronni and cheese is made for dinner because they want the "REAL" mac-n-cheese. The kind that comes out of a box and is orange.

We have had our ups and downs which admitedly are all my fault, but I have become incredibly spoiled for really great food and a beautiful wife who makes it for me.
Thanks for not leaving me.

Happy Birthday

Sunday, April 5, 2009

Hell of the North

With the weather, you would think it was cyclocross season again.
snow was falling, there was mud and the race was short and fast.
This is Utah's attempt at a mimicking the Europeans spring classics. We don't have any cobblestones in the state so instead we do a circuit race over gravel and mud.
Our team controlled my race, but since most of us were riding cyclocross bikes, i didn't have the gearing for the final sprint. It was a gamble on which bike to go with. Ride a road bike and have the gearing but risk having a mechanical or go with a cx bike and have more clearance for the mud but be geared wrong. If i had really cared about the results, i would have put a standard crank on my cx bike...but i didn't.
That being said, i was happy with the team work and my finish was much better than last year so i will take it.
the lesson learned by some the hard way is not to give your keys to the guy that is going to be starting after you even if you don't think he is going to finish, because you could be standing there wet, cold and muddy for 45 minutes waiting for him to get back to the car. Also, if you are borrowing a bike, check the seat height before you get to the starting line. Especially if the guy you are borrowing the bike from is 2 inches taller than you.
apparently i got my summer haircut a few weeks too early