tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-208863642024-03-07T01:25:07.389-05:00Madame's Musings"Not all who wander are lost" - TolkienMadamehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03841412407405283890noreply@blogger.comBlogger357125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20886364.post-20044190537999526982019-06-03T21:28:00.001-05:002019-06-04T10:39:27.566-05:00Moving: Asheville to Shawnee; thoughts on Home<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
It's been a real long time since I last posted here - nearly 4 years - and I have lived in Asheville, NC for nearly that whole time. I'm a little bummed that I didn't record much of it here, because Asheville is beautiful - locals call it "God's country" and I would not disagree.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The beautiful Appalachian Mountains from our hike near Craggy Gardens (one of our favorite hikes).</td></tr>
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Despite its beauty, we are picking up and moving to Shawnee, Kansas! The prairie has its own beauty and Shawnee is a really lovely suburb of Kansas City. In some ways it feels like going home. And in some ways it feels like leaving it.<br />
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Home. It's a powerful word. When I drove the moving van over the mountain pass to get to Asheville that first night, the mountains felt like home to my soul. But strangely, even though my soul longed for and loves the peace of these mountains, I never found a house or land of my own that felt like home. Also, Asheville has a bit of what I call the "scary South" though they hide it well. Living here as a local I saw it and it did not make me feel safe. I have never felt settled.<br />
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When I first seriously considered moving to Kansas, I created an "ideal location" wish list. I wanted to find a place near my family, within walking distance of good schools, on the trails systems, close to the library, and if possible, biking distance to most of my errands. I got most of those things with my new house. Additionally, I finally have a bit of a yard at least enough to garden and plant some fruit trees. Plus my new house is a split level - which I know not everyone loves - but I do. When I found it, I felt like it was meant to be mine. Immediately, I knew, this was my house. The house feels like a nice warm hug from an old kind friend. Even though I am not there yet, I feel settled, like I could happily live out my days in this house.<br />
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While the skyline of the prairie will never be able to compare to the Appalachians panoramas we see all the time - the prairie has its own beauty. A prairie sunrise can light your soul on fire for the whole day - it was enough to make me excited for my 3 am shift at the local donut shop every morning. And going to a place with so many of my people - that is the real appeal of Kansas - that feels like heading home.<br />
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Madamehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03841412407405283890noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20886364.post-24223412777203975782015-09-24T11:06:00.000-05:002015-09-24T11:06:20.786-05:00Bicyle update - 1k miles<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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We have biked over 1,000 miles! I am amazed by that number, I'm not an athlete or anything fancy but thanks to the wonders of technology (thank you electric assist), I can ride my bike with kids up and down hills like a boss. And the best part is, it is seriously 1,000 miles of fun. We have managed to fit 3 kids and a bike (with a flat tire) on the back in order to make it back to the house after swim team practice. For summer swim team practices on Friday mornings, me and all of the neighborhood kids (ages 12, 11, 10, 8, 4, and 3) rode the three miles each way to the pool. It was harrowing at first because they were all learning how to ride on the rode and I was yelling the whole time to stay in line, stay to the right, etc. But by the end of the summer, the kids had it and we all had a great time. <br />
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Now that it is school season again, we ride Audrey to school and then ride Meredith to preschool. Most days Audrey rides her own bike, but when we are running late, or if she is tired, she hops on the back and she and Meredith sing the whole way to school. It is so much fun. <br />
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I originally got this bike because <a href="http://www.mrmoneymustache.com/2011/04/18/get-rich-with-bikes/" target="_blank">Mr. Money Mustache</a> convinced me of the good value of bicycle travel and I thought it would be a great way to add some exercise into my daily life with the kids. I had no idea how it would improve my mood and just make me a happier person on the days that I get to ride. We get fresh air, sunshine, exercise, songs, conversation, all while getting from point A to B. Bikes are life affirming awesomeness. </div>
Madamehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03841412407405283890noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20886364.post-43103588350535772602015-08-14T07:26:00.001-05:002015-08-14T07:28:43.887-05:00Asheville Birthday Visit<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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We went to Asheville for Aunt William's birthday. The drive from our house to hers has been as quick as 5 1/2 hours, this time however, we set a new record for the longest travel time - 11 hours. That is a record I hope we do not set again. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 12.8000001907349px;">Meredith rode an antique horse at the Tobacco Barn, a huge antiques shop<br /></td></tr>
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Asheville has several great chocolate shops. Claire took us to her favorite and they were just dipping some marshmallows in chocolate so we went to an antique shop where I found a small round pyrex dish in my favorite pattern - crazy daisy - yay. When we returned the marshmallows had set. Audrey couldn't decide between that and the homemade gellato, so we let her get both but she had to save the marshmallow for later. Meredith got milk chocolate M&M bark, I got the best dark chocolate pecan turtle I have ever had. Unfortunately we left the marshmallow in Will's fridge, so I promised Audrey she could try dipping her own marshmallow in melted chocolate chips. She became a chocolate artist!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 12.8000001907349px;">Audrey becoming a chocolatier with marshmallows<br /></td></tr>
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Claire had a friend offer to give the girls a basic jujitsu class in the park, which Audrey loved. Then we hit a couple of the local parks with amazing playgrounds - out of wood! Around here the playgrounds are all plastic and plastic coated metal. So that was fun.<br />
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We went hiking up in the Pisgah National Forest to a place the girls and I found over spring break, Lake Powhatan. It has a lovely little sandy beach area in one stretch and Meredith, Audrey, and I rolled up our pants, took off our shoes and waded in. Meredith managed to get herself completely soaked. <br />
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Ryan and the girls drove a day ahead of me to visit his sister in Winston-Salem. I don't know how I didn't get a picture of cousin time, but the girls both had "sleep overs", Audrey and Tori in one room and Meredith and Ellie in another. This was Meredith's first "sleep over" so she was super excited, though after a day of hard playing was asleep as soon as her head hit her pillow.<br />
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Claire drove me to meet up with the rest of the crew and then we drove back. Luckily the drive back was uneventful and quick.<br />
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Madamehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03841412407405283890noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20886364.post-91053450796669523042015-05-01T14:21:00.002-05:002015-09-24T11:06:20.790-05:00Bicycle Milestones<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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We have ridden 500 miles since I got the bike!! I have become a much better rider and I am not afraid to take the road - in the middle of the day in good weather conditions - we all have our comfort zones...<br />
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I also finally installed the Monkey Bars and crocheted seat cozies for the bench seat pads. The seat cozies were so much fun to make, I used acrylic, and I feel like this is where acrylic shines, outdoor bike seat cover - perfect. Rain, dirt, sweat, feet, no problem. I made these to be easily removed and washed for another round. It was a super simple job, I just did three granny squares, joined them together and then went around them a few times without adding any extra stitches. That made them kind of pillow up, just like the seat pad. Then I left 4 gaps where the seat pad straps are and removed stitches for the next few rounds to make it fold in on itself and it really hold to the seat pad quite nicely.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">top of the cozy before I strapped it to the bike</td></tr>
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With the monkey bars installed I was also able to put the bread basket back on the front. I find it is more useful than the big pannier for small everyday loads, like backpacks and snacks. It can hold up to 50 pounds because it is attached to the frame, so I can really throw just about anything in it, no problem. I am thinking about doing a basket cozy of some sort, why not add a bit more pizzaz. I feel like the more visible we are, the safer we are.<br />
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I love this bike, it has been transformative for us. We all enjoy it so much more than the car for errands (in good weather). However, when the electric assist battery dies, I may look for a different bike altogether because it is not a true step through. The bar is low enough, just barely, for me to get my leg over it (and it is not my most graceful move let's just say). It is easier still if I tilt the bike a bit, but that gets tenuous when fully loaded with kids and gear. Back in the days when Meredith rode on the front, in the ibert, I used to swing my leg around the back before Audrey got on, but that is not possible with the monkey bars. So the mount/dismount it really not as easy as I would like it to be and it turns out I stop and check things out on the side of the road a lot more often than in a car, in a good way - look! pinecones, a flower, a penny, a beaver, fireflies, etc.<br />
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Meredith and I try to go to story time at the library every week and while we were there last week, I browsed the cook book section and grabbed a book called <a href="https://www.blogger.com/%3Ciframe%20style=%22width:120px;height:240px;%22%20marginwidth=%220%22%20marginheight=%220%22%20scrolling=%22no%22%20frameborder=%220%22%20src=%22//ws-na.amazon-adsystem.com/widgets/q?ServiceVersion=20070822&OneJS=1&Operation=GetAdHtml&MarketPlace=US&source=ss&ref=ss_til&ad_type=product_link&tracking_id=madasmusi-20&marketplace=amazon&region=US&placement=1419707787&asins=1419707787&linkId=VFXULLBPQU6ENHVU&show_border=true&link_opens_in_new_window=true%22%3E%20%3C/iframe%3E" target="_blank">My Prairie Cookbook</a> by Melissa Gilbert. With Meredith in tow, I usually judge every book by its cover or I preorder (which I love that my library does this for free) and just pick up things for my reading. Sometimes I get lucky and really like what I grab, other times, not so much.<br />
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This time, I discovered a gem! This is a delightful book with Melissa sharing memories and pictures from her time in the tv series Little House on the Prairie. And what is even more lovely is I tried a recipe - Prairie Peach Cobbler and it was really good. Seriously, this book is a gem for anyone who loves the LHOTP series and likes good american food.<br />
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Reading the book brought back so many fond memories of the LHOTP show. So I watched an episode of it with the girls and they liked it too. Of course, this made me want to binge watch the entire 9 season series, but that is only possible for purchase, so I put the digitally released seasons on my wishlist and the LHOTP marathon will just have to wait.<br />
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*affiliate link means that if you buy it on Amazon after clicking my link to the item, I get some Amazon money, but I am not sure how much because no one ever has. It does not affect the price you pay, and I am clearly not getting paid for this endorsement of this library book. :)</div>
Madamehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03841412407405283890noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20886364.post-58302518787593928232015-04-07T10:22:00.000-05:002015-04-07T10:22:03.819-05:00Spring Break and Easter Activities<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Hand knit eggs are one of my girls favorite Easter decorations. I hide them to keep Meredith busy, just for fun. I made these two with Opal sock yarn, using my own pattern (available for free <a href="http://madamesmusings.blogspot.com/2014/04/basic-easter-egg-knit-pattern.html" target="_blank">here</a>). The coloration turned out lovely. </div>
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For Audrey's spring break the girls and I went to visit my sister in Asheville, NC. What a lovely place. This is downtown, <a href="https://frenchbroadchocolates.com/" target="_blank">the Chocolate Lounge</a> is right behind the girls riding pigs.</div>
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We got back just in time to do a few Easter activities at our house, we dyed eggs and put crazy face stickers - the girls are trying to make silly faces too.</div>
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The highlight of every Easter is probably the egg roll. Grandma Margie has a few plastic rain gutters she keeps just for this purpose, we duct tape them together and roll eggs and cars down the ramps, through a tunnel, and out a jump. This time the egg roll started on the stairs.</div>
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Madamehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03841412407405283890noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20886364.post-63971872979933824952015-03-22T18:38:00.000-05:002015-03-22T18:40:55.367-05:00Life dreams<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
One of the things on my bucket list is to hike Machu Picchu in Peru. It just looks amazing and while I am there I want to buy some local wool to knit a souvenir sweater or cardi.<br />
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<a href="http://www.trishalexsage.com/" target="_blank">This woman</a> is making me think about new ideas that involve a couple little girls - wouldn't it be fun to <a href="http://www.girlsontheway.com/2013/05/ten-truths-of-el-camino-de-santiago.html" target="_blank">hike the Camino de Santiago with my sweet daughters</a>.</div>
Madamehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03841412407405283890noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20886364.post-20155134966650815362015-02-06T14:48:00.003-05:002015-02-06T14:48:51.912-05:00For the love of Kale<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Madamehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03841412407405283890noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20886364.post-59679031183045097232014-12-05T19:45:00.000-05:002014-12-05T19:45:27.741-05:00Meet Rose Bud Facer - aka Rosy<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I blame my sister, William, and her cute dog, Gizmo. They showed me how much my girls would love to have a dog in their life and how responsible they could be too. <div>
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So, for Christmas this year we got a sweet little puppy for the girls. I had no idea what getting a puppy meant. I have not had a solid night of sleep since Rosy joined our family. I am up at least 2xs a night to take her outside. She has added a huge dose of extra laundry, cleaning, puppy-proofing, walks, and love.</div>
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Rosy is about as cute as they come. She is a Cavatese - which is a cross between a Cavalier King Charles Spaniel and a Maltese. She is mostly white, but has apricot ears and a big apricot spot on her back. She is a cuddle bug and she already thinks she is part of the family and whines if we leave without her.<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Madamehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03841412407405283890noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20886364.post-33432217674698801662014-10-31T14:12:00.000-05:002014-10-31T14:12:18.152-05:00Dinner in a pumpkin<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
aka - I lose my mind trying to carve a pumpkin.<br />
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Ryan's mom has this fun tradition of making dinner in a pumpkin on Halloween night. So we have adopted the same little tradition. The idea is super simple and pretty healthy.<br />
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This year at Belvedere Plantation, they had some super fancy pumpkins that are supposed to be amazing flavor wise. So I got a medium sized pumpkin for our Halloween dinner.<br />
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These crazy little pumpkins are super thick - which I didn't know when I tried to quickly pop the top and fill it. I ended up butchering the damned thing and cussing like a fighter pilot trying to break this thing open. <br />
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It is almost funny what things make you so mad you literally cuss - apparently for me it is carving pumpkins - good to know.<br />
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Dinner in a pumpkin recipe (more or less):<br />
1 pound of ground beef<br />
1 diced onion<br />
2 T crushed garlic<br />
2 T soy sauce<br />
2 T brown sugar<br />
1 can cream of something soup (or a white sauce - which I like better, but was in no mood today)<br />
2 cups cooked rice<br />
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Brown the ground beef and onions, add garlic, soy, sugar, and cream. Mix well and then add the rice. Pack in a cleaned out pumpkin with a face drawn in sharpie. Bake for about an hour at 350. Or until the pumpkin flesh is soft. Scoop some of the pumpkin flesh out with the rice mixture when serving.</div>
Madamehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03841412407405283890noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20886364.post-23614456958123656622014-10-29T09:10:00.003-05:002014-10-30T13:54:47.241-05:00Cookie #1 - The Classic Chocolate Chip cookie<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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To start the 89 cookie challenge, it made sense to go with the most popular cookie in the <a href="https://www.blogger.com/%3Ciframe%20style=%22width:120px;height:240px;%22%20marginwidth=%220%22%20marginheight=%220%22%20scrolling=%22no%22%20frameborder=%220%22%20src=%22//ws-na.amazon-adsystem.com/widgets/q?ServiceVersion=20070822&OneJS=1&Operation=GetAdHtml&MarketPlace=US&source=ss&ref=ss_til&ad_type=product_link&tracking_id=madasmusi-20&marketplace=amazon&region=US&placement=B007XHPXPU&asins=B007XHPXPU&linkId=BXG7UOZI2YGNMLTX&show_border=true&link_opens_in_new_window=true%22%3E%20%3C/iframe%3E" target="_blank">Milk and Cookie cookbook</a> - chocolate chip. This recipe is an amazing twist on the quintessential American classic. In addition to chocolate chunks, the recipe calls for chocolate shavings or curls.</div>
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After reading a few amazon reviews on the cookbook itself, here is what I did:<br />
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- Butter - I waited for the butter to get to room temp and then I beat the tar out of it, till it was super creamy. The book says to whip the bitter until light and creamy, so this isn't different from the book, it's just different from my usual throw the sugar, eggs, vanilla, and butter together then beat method. The amazon reviewer emphasized the importance of actually beating the butter for a good 3-5 minutes, so I did, it worked well.</div>
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- Oat flour - The recipe called for oat flour from processed oats,I just threw the oats in my blend tech and one I had flour, I added the rest of the dry ingredients into the blender too, no point making another bowl dirty says I.</div>
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- Ingredient variations - salted butter, chocolate chips, salt, eggs - My slight variations on the recipe based on what was in my kitchen at the time of baking: I used salted butter rather than unsalted which it calls for, I used chocolate chips instead of chunks, I are a touch more salt, I used extra large eggs rather than large eggs. </div>
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- Baking time - The only real difference in my preparation was the <b>baking time</b>. The recipe said to bake the cookie for 15 minutes, which seems like an unconscionably long time to bake a cookie. I live comfortably in the world of under done cookies and I just could not cook then longer than 10 minutes, which is the longest I have *ever* baked a cookie (on purpose anyway). The recipe called for cookies that were big, I used my 1/4 cup measuring cup as the scoop. For such big cookies, 10 minutes worked. When I decided to make the cookies a bit smaller - ie my normal cookie size, my normal baking time worked well too - 7 minutes.<br />
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The result was amazing! I liked it better than the one i had at the milk and cookies store itself - probably the extra salt and the underdone softness. Seriously one of the best cookies I have ever made and I am known for my cookies. The shaved chocolate gives melted yuminess in every bite. The oat flour gives it a nutty taste and a heartier texture. It is really good. The other thing I like about the recipe is the amount of vanilla - 1/2 tablespoon. I wanted to shout amen! I *always* add substantially more vanilla than most cookie recipes call for because it is such an important ingredient. And my vanilla is already stronger than most store bought vanilla because I make it myself with good vodka and hand scraped Madagascar vanilla beans. <br />
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I loved this recipe, but the ass pain associated with grating 2 while bars of chocolate may keep me from making it as often as other cookies in my repertoire. Perhaps I'll source some chocolate curls and then it will be in my regular rotation for sure, it is that good.</div>
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Madamehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03841412407405283890noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20886364.post-73730531430573771072014-10-18T17:24:00.002-05:002014-10-18T17:24:32.904-05:00The 89 Cookie challenge<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Many years ago my dear sister William went on a food tour in New York and discovered a lovely little place called <a href="http://www.milkandcookiesbakery.com/" target="_blank">Milk and Cookies</a>. She loved it so much that I had to visit that cookie shop the next time I was in town. It was really amazing. The cookies were delicious and the milk was so fresh. </div>
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Naturally, I was thrilled when I happened across <a href="https://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=%22http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0811872548/ref=as_li_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=0811872548&linkCode=as2&tag=madasmusi-20&linkId=TUZKKLONPOWQU7UF%22%3E%3Cimg%20border=%220%22%20src=%22http://ws-na.amazon-adsystem.com/widgets/q?_encoding=UTF8&ASIN=0811872548&Format=_SL110_&ID=AsinImage&MarketPlace=US&ServiceVersion=20070822&WS=1&tag=madasmusi-20%22%20%3E%3C/a%3E%3Cimg%20src=%22http://ir-na.amazon-adsystem.com/e/ir?t=madasmusi-20&l=as2&o=1&a=0811872548%22%20width=%221%22%20height=%221%22%20border=%220%22%20alt=%22%22%20style=%22border:none%20!important;%20margin:0px%20!important;%22%20/%3E" target="_blank">the cook book</a> written by the proprietor sharing her famous cookie recipes and gave it to Will for Christmas. </div>
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Last weekend as William and I were cleaning out her kitchen and she was getting rid of cookbooks I asked if I could take the <a href="https://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=%22http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0811872548/ref=as_li_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=0811872548&linkCode=as2&tag=madasmusi-20&linkId=TUZKKLONPOWQU7UF%22%3E%3Cimg%20border=%220%22%20src=%22http://ws-na.amazon-adsystem.com/widgets/q?_encoding=UTF8&ASIN=0811872548&Format=_SL110_&ID=AsinImage&MarketPlace=US&ServiceVersion=20070822&WS=1&tag=madasmusi-20%22%20%3E%3C/a%3E%3Cimg%20src=%22http://ir-na.amazon-adsystem.com/e/ir?t=madasmusi-20&l=as2&o=1&a=0811872548%22%20width=%221%22%20height=%221%22%20border=%220%22%20alt=%22%22%20style=%22border:none%20!important;%20margin:0px%20!important;%22%20/%3E" target="_blank">Milk and Cookies cookbook</a> off her hands, she gladly agreed and said, "I'll probably get more use out of you having the book anyway."</div>
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Apparently, she has prophetic tendencies...</div>
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I was just perusing the book this morning and there is such an amazing variety of cookie recipes and I love making and eating cookies. Honestly, I think cookies are my favorite dessert. So I decided to take on a challenge. I am going to attempt to make *every* cookie in this book. There are 89 different cookie recipes, so this challenge will take me a bit of time, but I am excited!!</div>
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My neighbors already call me the Baker neighbor, I think they will be willing taste testers.</div>
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Madamehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03841412407405283890noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20886364.post-39290157067009586032014-10-17T05:20:00.000-05:002014-10-17T05:20:19.440-05:00Ohio visit to Lehman's<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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My trip back to DC from Chicago was a great adventure. I took small country roads through most of Ohio and it was breathtakingly beautiful especially this time of year. It was not a fast drive. If I ever have time to just drive through out the country, I hope to take lots of small country roads. That is when the drive is really pretty. I certainly appreciate road trips via the highway for speed, but the beauty found down the country roads can't be beat.<br />
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I finally pulled up to Lehman's and was super excited, hungry, and a little weary. This place is huge! I immediately headed towards the "Cast Iron Cafe" but was a bit disappointed that they were out of soup and the specialty was hot dogs. I asked what the most popular item was and purchased a bratwurst with swiss cheese and sauerkraut along with potato chips made with lard and a Lehman's brand root beer. Whether it was my hunger or the food, I don't know, but it was all surprisingly good.<br />
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The store was organized like no store I have ever seen, it was amazing. The sections I saw: gardening, dairy, canning, stoves, sewing, laundry, lighting, oil lamps, soap making, cleaning materials, toys, books, food, clothes/hats, kitchen, grain milling/grinding, and a fudge counter. There were real Amish people there too, with their horse and buggy parked out back. Lots of people in overalls (it made me really wish I hadn't cut mine up into a denim quilt...).<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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I thought the dairy section was neat. They had milk pales, cheese making supplies, butter churns, butter presses (which I almost got to make cute designs in butter for holidays). <div>
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The section I did not take a picture of, but should have, was the laundry section. They had a variety of washboards, glass, galvanized steel, and several sizes too. I almost got one - just for the coolness of a washboard. They had all kinds of drying contraptions - and that was a real temptation (but I did not have the room in my vehicle). Well made drying racks are hard to come by and they had so many sizes and types and they all folded down, some attached to the wall and folded into a nifty shelf. </div>
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After a good meander through the store, I ended up purchasing a bag of white popcorn kernels, a thick square yardstick, a stainless steel colander, and a paring knife. Practical souvenirs from an impractical visit to a practical store.</div>
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Madamehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03841412407405283890noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20886364.post-62294858146258983652014-10-16T20:52:00.000-05:002014-10-17T04:33:47.514-05:00Our first crash<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Audrey rode her own bike to school yesterday and I rode Big Bleu with Meredith on the front. The rain held off until we got back but then it was raining most of the day. Luckily the rain cleared as we needed to leave the house to get Audrey, but the ground was rather wet.</div>
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While Audrey wiped her seat and handle bars dry, I warned her against going too fast, especially around the first corner, which is a sharp steep turn. So of course, that is right where she fell. She landed in the grass, so she was quite lucky, except for one thing. She landed on a previously sprained pinky and that really hurt. She couldn't really ride her bike, so I did just what any person with a cargo bike would do, I strapped the bike into the back of mine. The only tricky thing was that my only way to tie up the bike was a bungee net that was holding the back pack. After a bit of pulling and tugging it worked. </div>
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We were quite the scene, a kid in front, a kid in back with a backpack and an extra bike attached to the back. We went slowly up and down our hills, but we went! It was awesome. I love having such a functional bike!</div>
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Madamehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03841412407405283890noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20886364.post-87082833423024731752014-10-10T08:04:00.001-05:002014-10-10T08:04:20.416-05:00I love yarn day<p dir="ltr">Yes, there is such a thing and I wish I was celebrating it properly. What a great reason to buy lots of beautiful yarn at a local yarn store or sit on a comfy sofa knitting the day away. Instead I'm heading to see William!!! Yay. A very good alternative. :)</p>
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Madamehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03841412407405283890noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20886364.post-79530842966319162852014-10-08T14:58:00.002-05:002014-10-08T15:05:26.334-05:00Kids say the damndest things<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
We were driving to school a few weeks ago - prior to getting <a href="http://madamesmusings.blogspot.com/2014/09/bicycle-lady.html" target="_blank">Big Blue</a> - and Meredith brought her baby doll, Shelly Sheryl along with Shelly Sheryl's car seat into the car for the wait in the car line. (Incidentally, both she and Audrey like to bring their babies on Big Blue too, but the babies get put into the panniers and randomly call out things like - "I wish I could see something!")<br />
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Meredith pulled Shelly Sheryl out of the car seat and handed Shelly Sheryl to Audrey and forcefully told Audrey to hold her and make her talk. So Audrey says in a sweet little baby doll voice, "I am so glad I don't have to sit in my damn car seat anymore." <br />
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I thought I must have heard that wrong, so I asked Audrey to repeat what she said and sure enough, Audrey was making Shelly Sheryl cuss. It was so funny I was busting a gut trying not to laugh out loud as I informed Audrey that she wasn't supposed to say damn like that. <br />
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Madamehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03841412407405283890noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20886364.post-71494697255710322852014-10-07T12:30:00.000-05:002014-10-07T12:30:01.983-05:00Lehman's here I come<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I like old-fashioned and home-made things. I value making things myself whenever I can. I love to learn a little more and improve my domestic skills all the time. I read books, blogs, and articles on cooking, preserving, knitting, and homesteading. Someday, I would love to have some acreage of my own to grow a big garden and raise some chickens, maybe even have a milk cow too. <br />
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Because of my love for old-fashioned things, I have a bit of a fascination with the Amish too. I love their simple (yet hardworking) ways. I like sparkle, shine, and the internet too much to ever join the Amish, but I do admire their culture. So naturally, I have been hoping to go visit <a href="https://www.lehmans.com/" target="_blank">Lehman's</a>, a store that specializes in old-fashioned and Amish tools. This weekend I am going to go visit Claire in Chicago to help her get ready for her upcoming move and I have decided that I am going to finally stop by Lehman's on my way. It is about half-way between me and Claire, but I usually have the girls in tow with me and they make a long drive so much longer, so I haven't wanted to extend it even more with a bit of a side trip. This time it is just me and I am super excited. My plan is to leave early Friday morning and have lunch at Lehman's and wander around the store for about 45 minutes, then continue on my merry way to Chicago perhaps with a new <a href="https://www.lehmans.com/p-2032-enamelware-colander.aspx" target="_blank">colander</a>. </div>
Madamehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03841412407405283890noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20886364.post-52834872458232602272014-10-06T10:50:00.002-05:002014-10-06T10:50:59.992-05:00Errands via Bicycle<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
There is something awesome about biking as a means of transit. It is such a pleasant way to get around. I literally can't help but smile as I am taking Audrey to school. That is the only route so far that I have completely stopped using the car. It's funny, I rarely think about my mode of transportation in any terms, let alone one that makes me happy. Aside from extremely bad weather in which I usually feel super grateful to be in a climate controlled bubble of my car, I rarely feel happy (or anything) to be driving. But riding a bike just has a fun factor that I truly underestimated. I love the fresh air, the sounds of the birds, the exercise - it is just awesome.<br />
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I am getting more comfortable riding again (I used to ride my bike in Japan as my primary mode of transit) and I think I am getting stronger too. Last week, I took some dirty clothes to the dry cleaners after dropping Audrey off at school. Today, I rode to a grocery store that is about 5 miles away on bike after dropping Audrey off. I also learned that one pannier is not quite enough for grocery shopping. It could hold all of my groceries just fine, but two gallons of milk plus the other stuff I was getting actually made the bike tip over - which is pretty hard to do with the double kick stand. So I returned one gallon of milk and then rode back to the house. The system still needs some tweaking.<br />
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Other system "tweaks" are more critical than double panniers. My main concern for now is what to do with Meredith. She is just barely within the weight limit for the ibert seat on the front handle bar stem - so that is what I use when I take her. However, the ibert has its limitations, namely it is not compatible with the front basket, and most importantly, I can't comfortably stand on the ground with the ibert. I lowered my seat considerably, so now the tips of my toes can touch the ground while I am seated and even though that does not give me the best angle for pedaling up hills, I have electric assist, so I am cool with that. However, Meredith is just a pound shy of the weight limit and she is not old enough to hold onto the handle bars behind me on her own. I am looking into other options, but I think a trailer may solve that and winter weather problems in the short term - craig's list here I come.<br />
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Visibility is my other main concern. As the days get shorter and if weather suddenly changes, we still need to be visible. I rode to Audrey's Back to School night last week and realized as I was getting the bike out of the garage, that I had no front light. I put a spelunking light on top of my helmet and I tied an LED hand-cranked emergency light that is also a radio into the cup holder on my handle bars and turned the cup holder so that the light would shine on the ground ahead of me. That worked surprisingly well. But as the light bounced out of the cup holder when I crossed the first road and I had to hold it with one hand the rest of the way, I realized, it was not going to be a good permanent solution. I would love to install dynamo lights - they never need batteries because they use the power of the bike's movement, but I have been told (by my local bike shop) that I cannot have both the electric assist motor hub and a dynamo motor hub on the same front wheel. That makes sense. <br />
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In the meantime, to improve our overall visibility, I ordered bright neon yellow reflector jackets for me and the girls and we wear them every time we ride now over our regular clothes. There are not a lot of bikers in my area yet, so cars do not look for bikes. I want to make sure that car drivers see us.<br />
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Long-term I think the Yuba elMundo, Big Blue, has true staying power. This surprises me a bit. I thought this would be a good proof of concept bike to see if biking was something we could do in our area for our local adventures. I thought I would see how things went and then eventually replace this bike with a bucket bike that could protect the girls and any cargo from the elements. However, I am becoming more convinced that this bike is capable of comfortably taking me and the girls to our local spots for a long time to come. Bad weather may change my mind - time will tell.</div>
Madamehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03841412407405283890noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20886364.post-10944737512169343162014-09-23T19:11:00.001-05:002014-10-06T10:40:08.807-05:00Bicycle Lady<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
In the past few years, I have become a bit of a bicycle convert. First of all, I really dislike traffic - and DC is known for traffic. In order to eliminate traffic anxiety for myself, I try to keep most of our frequent activities as close to the house as possible. Most of our shopping, library, school, and sports activities are within a 5 mile radius or our house. Audrey's school is only 1.5 miles from our house, and the county put in a lovely wide multi-use trail for most of that distance. Last year we rode bikes to and from her school quite a few times, but with weather both too hot and too cold and a heavy toddler on the back of the bike, the hills between the house and the school were just not as fun as I was hoping (and admittedly, I am a bit of a wimp).<br />
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I have suspected that we may be good candidates for an electric assist family cargo bike for awhile. And I have been researching family cargo bikes for several months. I even created a spreadsheet with the costs of all the things I considered to be important - electric assist (to get up those hills easily), disc brakes (to get down the hills safely), etc. The fanciest of the bikes I looked at is the <a href="http://www.urbanarrow.com/en/family" target="_blank">Urban Arrow</a> - at $5900, it is not cheap, but it can literally serve as a car replacement. My favorite options are the bucket type bikes - with a bucket for kids and/or cargo in either the front or the back. The beauty of the bucket is that it is easy to cover for weather protection as well. The cheapest of the bucket options (the <a href="http://www.madsencycles.com/" target="_blank">Madsen</a> bike) comes in around $3500 after adding in electric assist, rain covers, and lights. None of the bikes, I have been looking at is honestly within our price range. While I love the idea of being able to replace our dying 2-door Honda Civic with a bike, I just don't know if I truly have the fortitude to do so in bad weather. And in an area that is not known for its friendliness to cyclers, I don't know how safe it is either. </div>
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Naturally I have been combing Craigslist for a suitable used family bike, but they usually go rather quickly if they show up at all. Right before Claire showed up for Meredith's birthday party, an <a href="http://yubabikes.com/cargo-bikes/elmundo-bionx/" target="_blank">electric assist Yuba Mundo</a> came up for sale nearby for $1500. And after a bit of negotiation, I am the proud owner of a family cargo bike.</div>
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This is not the cargo bike of my dreams, because it doesn't have any simple and elegant solutions for kids in bad weather and that was something high on my list, but for the price, it is a wonderful solution in good weather. I feel like it is a good test to see how much we actually can go without our car in this hilly suburb<br />
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I just got it last week and have already put over 20 miles on it just taking Audrey to school and her dance class. It is so much fun to ride and Audrey and Meredith both LOVE it. For the school ride, it is actually faster than driving and waiting in the car line. On the bike, the trip to her school is about 20 minutes round trip. In the car, it is about 30 minutes at least, though most of that is just waiting in line. </div>
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Madamehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03841412407405283890noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20886364.post-49822775813400872652014-09-12T08:38:00.002-05:002014-09-12T08:38:37.557-05:00Audrey the builder<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Audrey built a pencil holder crate at the August Home Depot kids event.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Audrey building a tree house at the September Home Depot kids build event.</td></tr>
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Audrey has been talking about designing and building her own house for many months now, maybe even years. So in order to get her some basic building skills for free and to let her see if she actually enjoys it, I have taken her to the monthly Home Depot kids workshops. So far she has loved it and walks away wishing she could build something bigger and more complex. <div>
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All of her talk about building reminds me of how Claire and I used to talk about building our houses right next door to each other when we grew up. We would come up with new designs nearly every Sunday during church service. We each made sure to grab a program and we would draw our designs on that. It was a lot of fun. I remember one design idea in particular that still makes me smile - the teddy bear shaped house. Only a kid would think that is an optimal house design...<br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Madamehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03841412407405283890noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20886364.post-16273356930425494462014-09-02T14:07:00.000-05:002014-09-02T14:07:00.686-05:00Audrey starts 4th grade<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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The plan for awhile has been to have Meredith start at the Montessori preschool near us today too, but over the last few weeks we have just been feeling like she is a little too young. So Friday morning, we postponed her enrollment by a year. Then I went and talked to Amineh, the wonderful woman across the street who runs a care center in her house, and asked if she happened to have a bit of temporary room for Meredith to come in the mornings a few days a week. As luck would have it she does, so today Meredith went to Amineh's house for the morning so that I could start studying for the Biology test that I have to take and pass before I can even apply to teach. She was very excited and practiced her letters.<br /></div>
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Madamehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03841412407405283890noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20886364.post-19525042006046117052014-08-20T15:55:00.001-05:002014-08-20T15:55:28.591-05:00Career thoughts<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
For years, I have had teaching on my list for possible career choices. However, I have had enough hesitations that I never felt confident enough in the choice to bite the bullet and start down that path. Recently, however my hesitations have dissipated and I have really felt like that might just be a good career for me. So I found a couple of career switcher programs in my state and it looks like I should be able to start the process towards a teaching license within a few months. <div>
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I am going to try to teach secondary biology and math. I found a federal grant program that offers money towards people teaching in math and science in low income schools. Luckily for me, that is what I want to teach and most of the local schools qualify as low income. :)</div>
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Madamehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03841412407405283890noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20886364.post-6932988103929496822014-08-02T08:53:00.001-05:002014-08-02T08:53:19.889-05:00Audrey the builder<p dir="ltr">Audrey has told me she wants to learn to build stuff. So I signed her up for the home depot kids workshop. She made a pencil crate and loved hammering away. We will definitely be back to do some more projects.</p>
Madamehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03841412407405283890noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20886364.post-17715149740781825472014-05-29T20:21:00.001-05:002014-05-29T20:21:10.141-05:00Outdoors adventures<p dir="ltr">I went to a free class at rei (we have one right next to our grocery store) tonight called backpacking basics for women. In some respects it was a sales pitch for lots of cool camping gear, but it was also a really cool basic class where the instructor talked about experiences she has had and when various gear comes in handy. It got me really excited to go camping with Audrey (this weekend if the weather cooperates) and to do bigger hikes and camps in the future. The woman sitting next to me was about to do her first section of the Appalachian trail with her girlfriends this week, that sounded awesome. I would love to do that. And I would also love to hike machu Picchu and Kilimanjaro before I go the way of all the earth. Considering I haven't backpacked in a decade, I've got some work ahead of me.</p>
Madamehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03841412407405283890noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20886364.post-48898969976366719382014-05-08T11:36:00.002-05:002014-05-08T11:36:54.506-05:00Spring Break<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Audrey's spring break is usually the week before Easter. For the first part of her spring break, the girls and I drove down to North Carolina with Ryan's mom to visit Ryan's sister and her family. They have four kids and two of them match up perfectly with the ages of my girls. We arrived Saturday afternoon and returned Tuesday afternoon. The drive there was slow - we hit all kinds of traffic, but it was so lovely to see spring starting. <br />
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The girls had a wonderful time. Audrey and Tori had a sleepover every night. They were inseparable the whole trip and got along great. Audrey, Tori, and I played a game of <a href="https://www.blogger.com/%3Ciframe%20style=%22width:120px;height:240px;%22%20marginwidth=%220%22%20marginheight=%220%22%20scrolling=%22no%22%20frameborder=%220%22%20src=%22http://ws-na.amazon-adsystem.com/widgets/q?ServiceVersion=20070822&OneJS=1&Operation=GetAdHtml&MarketPlace=US&source=ss&ref=ss_til&ad_type=product_link&tracking_id=madasmusi-20&marketplace=amazon&region=US&placement=0975277324&asins=0975277324&linkId=HBGYHZDHQC3MXVLN&show_border=true&link_opens_in_new_window=true%22%3E%20%3C/iframe%3E" target="_blank">Ticket to Ride</a> (which is definitely one of our favorite games). Meredith would not take any noteworthy naps, however, she maintained a sweet disposition and loved playing with the baby and Ellie (the cousin who is about 6 months older). Meredith also went and found quiet spots to play on her own whenever things got chaotic (with six kids and four adults under one roof, that was often). That was interesting because at home she usually just wants to play with me. It was good to see her becoming more independent and finding fun things to do for herself.<br />
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The girls and I were able to visit some old friends/neighbors who lived a few houses up from us for several years. It was a lot of fun to catch up with Chris and Amanda and to see their kids again. It is amazing how fast kids grow!</div>
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The highlight of the trip for me was a stop at a little local yarn (and quilt) shop, A Fox in the Hen's House. It is right by Alisha's house and so Margaret dropped me off on the way back from our activities on Monday and I was welcomed with that famous southern hospitality. I had so much fun that I stayed for a couple of hours, just knitting and chatting with the other ladies there. Since then I have been wishing I had a good local yarn store here. (Perhaps I should open one.)<br />
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