A few of my favorite things: my baby and a great fish recipe. Nolan has been such a good baby (I think I say that all the time) but he sure is sweet. Greg and I often say we have to have a baby in the house in order to have the spirit here. Anyway, Nolan is quite the gem (right along side his two brothers of course). Next, my friend gave me this GREAT fish recipe. Here's it is:

1/4 cup butter, melted

3 Tbsp Dijon mustard

1 1/2 Tbsp honey

1/4 c dry bread crumbs

1/4 c finely chopped pecans

4 tsp chopped fresh parsley

4 (4 oz) fillets salmon

1 lemon, for garnish

Directions:

1. Preheat oven to 400 degrees

2. In a small bowl stir together butter, mustard and honey. Set aside. In another bowl, mix together bread crumbs, pecans and parsley.

3. Brush each salmon fillet lightly with honey mustard mixture and sprinkle the tops of the fillet with the bread crumb mixture.

4. Bake salmon 15-20 minutes in the preheated oven or until it flakes easily with a fork. Garnish with a wedge of a lemon. It is DELICIOUS!! Enjoy!

10 more seconds.....

Yesterday I needed milk and eggs and a few other things and thought I could make a quick trip to the local Pick'n Save to get them. So the 3 kids and I got what we needed and found the shortest line at the checkout counter. But the lady in front of us forgot a turkey, so she had to run back to get a turkey, then she didn't know if she wanted everything that had already been bagged from her 2 full carts of food so she thought about that for a minute, and then there was a ham that had been set aside, she thought she'd might get that, maybe not, hmmmm.... decided to get it. They paid!

They left one empty cart behind them, that was now in front of me, so as they slowly walked forward I slowly pushed the cart forward. I won't lie, by this time I was extremely frustrated, extremely frustrated. The grandma, who was probably in her 70's thought she'd look over the 2 cart full receipt and slowly walk forward. I'm still slowly pushing the cart forward. The grandma took one step to the left, I gave the cart a nice push to the right and said with frustration "excuse me". I then started putting my groceries in the bags. The grandma turned around and said, "Young lady, you about hit me with that cart, do you want me to mop this floor with you?" Greg said I should have said at this point, "You better sack a lunch cause it's gonna take you all day!" Yeah, I then I could have said it again 5 seconds later when I picked myself up off the floor. Anyway, she said this 4-5 more times then was told by someone she was with "Come on Grandma!" I never looked at her once, and didn't say a word but my blood was boiling! I finished bagging my food and was told by the cashier "Have a really nice day, Mam" who had to have heard what the woman had just said, but didn't have the gumption to say anything to her. Oh, I was fuming. But, I knew this woman would be waiting for me and I knew that if she and her family decided to confront me that no one would stop her and no one would care--you'd have to understand the area I was in (Milwaukee--enough said). So I had Nolan in his car seat on one arm pushing the cart with the other, Lucas in the cart and Dax standing on the end of the cart and out I walk of the grocery store. I knew where they were. It didn't take long for them to know where I was either. I took about 10 steps out of the store and the Grandma yells, "Hey lady, it looks like this parking lot is dirty, you want me to wipe your A_ _ with it?" They continued yelling at me for the next couple of minutes, or as long is it took for me to get my kids in the car, chuck the groceries in, hop in and lock the doors. My heart was beating a thousand and one times a second. I prayed that they wouldn't follow me. They didn't and thankfully it all ended there.

I thought all the way home "I hate Milwaukee, I hate Milwaukee". I ended up having a really hard day--just super bad anxiety and all because I couldn't wait ---I COULDN'T WAIT 10 more seconds for the lady to move and then avoided the entire situation.

Today, it's not Milwaukee I hate but rather when I set a bad example for my kids. I really hate it when I do that. And even if my kids hadn't been there, I know better. One tough lesson learned for me.

This week for Shalet: I have the crafting bug something fierce this winter. Here's a couple I've made for the fall, the other ten to twenty are in the works. I am grateful to be home with 3 little boys who are constantly teaching me. There's not a day that goes by I don't take a good look at each one and think "Gosh, I'm so glad you're mine".

This week for Greg: don't know that I've mentioned before but Greg has applied and interviewed at an AEGD (Advanced Education in General Dentistry) program and a GPR (general practice residency). We will know by Christmas, hopefully, where we are going. We've got our hearts set on one in particular, but will take whatever the Lord has in store for us. Greg has had a lot of great opportunities at school and loves what he does.

This week for Daxton: he's attending gymnastics and swimming classes for the next month and a half and is really enjoying it. We use this book, amongst other things, every day for school and are having success so far: "Teach Your Child to Read in 100 Easy Lessons". My goal is not to have him reading by kindergarten, but rather to keep his mind simply entertained as he's been pretty bored the last couple of months. Dax is the perfect big brother most days.

This week for Lucas: pooped his pants for the first time in a year--luckily he had a diaper on as it was right before his nap. He consistently wakes up 3-5 times a night. I could seriously punch a wall every time I hear that door creak slowly open! He wants a gun with binoculars for Christmas and wants to go fishing every single day.

This week for Nolan: he's doing the army crawl, won't eat even one ounce of baby food (I've tried for 2 solid months once a day and all I get is a clamped mouth), he is cutting his first tooth, isn't napping so well, most nights is awake for about an hour talking and loves, loves, loves attention.