My True and her little hands were working on a new project… Time will fly and I will look at this picture and remember my True’s little hands and her wrinkly, scaly thumb from all her thumb sucking… I will miss these little hands so much!
You’re so right! But they’re just as precious as they grow too! We made cement stepping stones for our flower beds with my kids handprints in them, to remember how little they were! Gosh I miss them being toddlers!!
I’ve got a thumbsucker too (except she’s 9!) Your post reminds me of this Shel Silverstein poem:
The Thumb-Sucker’s Thumb
Oh, the thumb-sucker’s thumb May look wrinkled and wet And withered, and white as the snow. But the taste of a thumb is the sweetest taste yet (as only we thumb suckers know!)
Thank you for visiting my blog. This brought back a lovely memory for me. When my daughter was in kindergarten she made for me a mold of her hand out of plaster of paris. It came with a little poem that read…Here is my hand so tiny and small to place somewhere upon your wall, so you can see how we grow, my hand and me. I still have it even after all these years.
A great picture! I have a framed handprint of my daughter that my sitter gave me. I keep it in my family room, and need to get one from my son right next to it. They grow so fast!
Easy Pozole. I used the recipe in Gwyneth Paltrow's book (I shared about it here) and it is really delicious. Best of all, it's so simple to make (and healthy!). It had been over a year since I made it last, but it was just as yummy as I remembered it. I made two batches, one for the spice lovers in the family (Ben, Brave, and me), and another much more milder batch too for the rest of them.
Week of 3/30 - 4/3
Monday: Homemade Pizza
Tuesday: Vietnamese Grilled Pork & Rice Noodle
Wednesday: Leftovers
Thursday: Sichuan Red Oil Wontons
Friday: Leftovers
Woot woot! It's my 100th official week of meal planning. When I look back in my archives, I made so many different dishes. I started this not really into cooking, not knowing much, and now I love it! Putting it out here has been great for accountability and challenging myself. I started back in March 2012 (see the first post here) and it has helped us be more intentional with our family dinners. I love serving my family in this way, but I do appreciate a break from time to time too. If you feel like cooking or meal planning is daunting, I'm living proof that it can be done. I'm not a natural chef, but I definitely think I have gotten much better with time and practice.
You’re so right! But they’re just as precious as they grow too! We made cement stepping stones for our flower beds with my kids handprints in them, to remember how little they were! Gosh I miss them being toddlers!!
I’ve got a thumbsucker too (except she’s 9!) Your post reminds me of this Shel Silverstein poem:
The Thumb-Sucker’s Thumb
Oh, the thumb-sucker’s thumb
May look wrinkled and wet
And withered, and white as the snow.
But the taste of a thumb
is the sweetest taste yet
(as only we thumb suckers know!)
ohh yes !!! you´re so right!!!
very often i think the same thing!
remembering…it´s sooo important!!!good night!!! livi :o)
Thank you for visiting my blog. This brought back a lovely memory for me. When my daughter was in kindergarten she made for me a mold of her hand out of plaster of paris. It came with a little poem that read…Here is my hand so tiny and small to place somewhere upon your wall, so you can see how we grow, my hand and me.
I still have it even after all these years.
A great picture! I have a framed handprint of my daughter that my sitter gave me. I keep it in my family room, and need to get one from my son right next to it. They grow so fast!