Strawberry Syrup

Pictures for this post will be up soon. (I hope.)

Here are my beautiful jars of strawberry syrup.  What?  You thought I was making jam?  On no, definitely not.  I was totally planning on making strawberry syrup this whole time.  I'm sorry for the misunderstanding.  So I'll share my recipe for the strawberry syrup.

Strawberries liquified in the food processor until you have four cups. 
1/4 cup lemon juice
4 cups sugar

Boil the ingredients for hours and hours and hours trying to get the mixture to thicken.  Wonder whats going on.  Add what few whole strawberries you have left in an attempt to make your strawberry sauce thicken.  Cook some more.  Fret.  Stir it a lot.  Add the one box of pectin you have into the quadrupled recipe for jam (of course, I mean syrup) to see if that will help.  Rack your brain trying to figure out where you went wrong.  Finally give up and jar your jam -oops, I mean your syrup and enjoy on pancakes instead of toast.

What can I say, that's just how things go sometimes.  By the way, don't liquify your strawberries in a food processor.  You are supposed to crush the strawberries with a potato masher until you have four cups if you want to leave out pectin.  I'm pretty sure that was my mistake.

Bon appetit!

Really, I Have Nothing to Say

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This limited edition DS took a swim in a urine filled toilet tonight. You're awesome Bella...

This is what happens when you try to sneak away to dinner with your husband.  I mean, we didn't sneak, our children knew we weren't home.  I guess you get the babysitting you pay for.  Maybe we need to find a sitter that charges more than a bag of hot cheetos. Maybe we'd get better results.  Glad we stiffed him tonight!  (Insert smiley face here.)

By the way, why is it that I always have urine filled toilets?  It could be worse I guess (obviously), but I really wish that I had flushed "loos." Maybe someday... a girl can dream, right?

We're Jammin...

So, I was making my strawberry jam today.  And Bella was on hand to help me out.  Here she is with my quart size baggies attached to her feet, running off.  She is busy, on to her next task of taking all of the water bottles out of the box, pulling out the crayons, mashing Liam, you know the normal.

We've had such a busy weekend, I didn't even get a chance to post.  Julianna had her first softball game.   She was so cute, but we're going to need to practice.  She is an athletic little girl.  She just loves sports!

Michael called Central Arizona Community College to ask how old you need to be to go to school there.  He was disappointed because he has to wait until his Freshman year.  He is wanting to take some college writing classes.  Hmmmm...  don't know if I am quite ready for that.  But I thought it was cute he tried..

I know that there are so many other things that happened over the weekend.  We were just going from place to place.  Mom and dad are officially moving here by the end of the week!  Crazy.

Joshua turned eight on Friday, You are awesome Josh.  I am so happy that I've had you for eight years.  Josh had Father's and Sons on his birthday so we'll be celebrating in a few weeks when he is baptized.

I think that's the lowdown.  There are other things that are on my mind but I'll have to post them tomorrow!

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My laundry monster may get me today. I am very afraid....

I was finally getting started...

Here are my strawberries, being sliced to go into delicious strawberry jam.  I was on my way

Until...

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This happened...

Bella ate a half bag of magic markers.

Ironman

I wasn't going to post today. My strawberries are still sitting in my fridge, my laundry is breeding in the laundry room and my knee is extra sore.

The fun, upside of today is my sister Christina arrived with little Liam. He's been really good and cute, no trouble at all.

His mom and dad went to get a hamburger tonight and I happily watched Liam. (He is so fun! Just like my baby boys; skin, bones and muscles. I love it!) He was doing really well, cute smiling and no trouble at all. But like all babies, he eventually got a little unhappy.

Matthew was in the loft with Liam and I, watching the Ironman cartoon. He said, "maybe Liam wants to watch Ironman with me." After my reflex answer of "no" (I think I need to evaluate that reflex), I reconsidered and let Matthew hold him on the chair.

Cutest thing, not even one more peep from Liam. He was totally into Ironman. That loud, onery show with car chases, crashes, shooting, screaming. Liam loved it and sat content on Matthew's lap. (See the picture below.) Awesome.

I feel better already. I'll be completely cured when I'm done eating my pity party dinner of a cheeseburger, tots, and ice cream from Sonic.

AHHHHHH......