A Little Absence

This is my last week before I become the caretaker of 5 kids. Although I'm super excited to get to know my newest nephew in the same way I know Chunky Monkey, I realize Little Miss and Little Man will lose a bit of my attention. Soooooo, the remainder of this week I'm checking out. See you Monday!

Go, Go, Go

Once again it has been a go, go, go day.  In many ways I love these days, but they kick my bootay!  I am one beat mama.  I have very little wit left in my brain.  In fact I have very little left in my brain at all, but lucky for you I'll share what's in there.

• I hope my baby boy sleeps tonight. He's been waking up a few times during the night.  It's killing me.  I'm ready for him to go back to his 11 Hour Sleepfests.
• I'm thirsty, but already in bed.  I'm hoping Steven will take pity on me and walk all the way to the kitchen to get me some water.
• He did.  I'm not thirsty anymore.
• I'm already sick of this heat. A thermometer should never read above 100 degrees.  Glad I'm not going to Hell.
• Tomorrow is Super Hero Day at the library and church.  Little Man already has two separate costumes laying out.  Heaven forbid he repeat costumes in one day.
• Little Miss thinks her Cinderella dress qualifies as 'Super Hero-ish'. I'll probably let her wear it.
• Chubby Cheekers is his own Super Hero.  He'll wear his own clothes.
• I'll wear whatever is clean and fits.
• I still have a baby bulge left in the front.  It drives me nuts.
• I miss my abs.  A LOT!
• Steven just climbed in bed and left the light on.  If he thinks I'm getting up out of my comfy spot to turn it off, he's got another thing comin'.
• One time he left the light on and refused to turn it off.  Since we're both stubborn we went to be with the light on.  We sure showed each other.  
• It's time for me to sign off.  I'm tired, and the light's still on....Good Night!

Summer List

All these cutesy Summer Lists I see on this and that site have me a little jealous.  The most ornate homemade chalkboards with artsy script and fun colors listing out 'must do's' of Summer.  I would love to have one of those.  In fact, I have found myself daydreaming about my Summer List.  It goes something like this...

I slowly wake to the sound of raindrops on my window.  As I glance at the clock, I realize the kids have slept in again.  It's 9:30.  I decide to roll out of bed to enjoy my cup of coffee in silence.  Seeing that the kids are still not stirring, I turn to my perfectly DIY'ed chalkboard and begin to relish in how awesome it is and add a few more items to the list.  My handwriting is perfect and looks more like a work of art rather. It's surprising.

And then I get hit in the face with a Nerf ball.  Who am I kidding? I'm not the type to take the time (or have the time) to make a chalkboard.  So instead I'll just pretend this one is mine...

{via Whatever}

Despite not having a uber cool chalkboard, I do have a list going...a list on my iPad.  That's crafty, right?

So here's what we got going on this summer before Little Man has to go back to school...

• Pick Berries
• Swim
• Ice Cream
• Snow Cones
• Kiddie Park
• Water Park
• Splash Pad
• Family Hike
• Park and Picnic
• Baseball Game
• Baking Day
• Free Summer Movies
• Pudding Body Paint
• Water Balloon Fight
• Aquarium
• Trip to Chicago
• Visit Grandparents
• Donuts
• Summer Reading Program
• Craft Day

Now I want to know what fun things you are doing this summer so I can steal your ideas.

Time's Up

Sometimes I feel like I'm on Minute to Win It. When the kids are in bed and I've showered, the buzzer goes off. Time's up. Day's over. We really focus on making the most of our time as a family, and this past weekend we used our time to visit my wonderful grandparents in Springfield, MO and hen a Sunday dinner with my FIL to celebrate his Father's Day. We are so blessed with family. And since we're blessed,I didn't want to take one second to interrupt that time with technology. Hence, the menu wasn't ready in time for me to type it out. My buzzer went off. Time's up and I'm ready for bed.

This Is What It's Like

Children. There's nothing like 'em.  Nothing like 'em jolting you out of your bed after you've fallen in a deep sleep in no less than twenty minutes.  Nothing like their cries in the middle of the night that can have your heart racing faster than an energy drink, and your feet moving faster than The Flash.  

I'm sure I'm a sight to see in moments such as these.  All my eye-boogered, bird's nest hair, frumpy pj gloriousness sprinting.  I should set up some video footage of myself.

I digress.

All of the above descriptions happened a few nights ago.  No sooner than my head hit the pillow and working on my second dream, was I awakened by Little Miss crying in her room.  It's not like her to wake up and cry so I was concerned.  After blasting past her door, I found her in her bed frantically trying to get out of her covers.

"Little Miss, Little Miss, what is wrong, honey?"

"I need to wash my shoes."

"What?"

(Crying.  Lot of hysterical crying.)  "I need to wash my shoes."

And that's when it hit me.  So this is what is is like.  My poor mother.  I did this to her so many times.  I was an avid sleepwalker and talker.  How many times had I walked to my mom's room, gotten inches from her face and whisper shouted, "MOOOOOOM!!!"?  Only to summon her to get the thorns out of my bed or pick something from a tree.  All of which she pretended to do just so I would be satisfied in my delusional sleep state, and go 'back to sleep'.

As I tried to reassure Little Miss that her shoes were clean, safe, and sound, I tucked her back into bed and gingerly walked out of her room.  I went back to bed too, but not before I chuckled to myself.  Oh how history repeats itself.  My own little mini-me doing the same quirky business.

The best part was when I called to tell my mom the next day.  Like any other respectable grammy, she was first concerned about Little Miss.  Was she okay?  Oh poor thing!  That just breaks my heart. Yada, yada, yada.  Then she laughed.  Laughed at me and said, "Well honey, now you know what it's like.  Good luck with that."

Geez, where was my "Are you okay?  Oh you poor thing. That just breaks my heart."?  Nope, all I got was reality in my face.  Well played Mom!

Now here's my sleepwalkin' princess...

It Took Flight

A couple of weeks ago we had a storm pop up in the middle of the night.  High winds, heavy rains, a little bit of hail.  It woke me which isn't unusual.  What was unusual was it woke Steven.  Let this be known that I could punch Steven in the face and he would just roll over. He. Sleeps. Hard.  Real hard.

Since the storm woke him at 1:30am, he did what any normal person would do in the middle of the night, he went look out our back windows.  That's when I heard him.  "It's gone!"

I wasn't fully awake, "What's gone?"

"The trampoline.  It's gone."


I squinted through the rain and darkness and he was right.  The trampoline was no where to be found.  Our hearts sank.  Our kids love that thing.  Not a day goes by that they aren't out there jumping.  They were going to be devastated when they woke.

After the initial sadness for the kids wore off, we came to our senses to realize if it wasn't in our backyard, it had to be somewhere.  We quickly looked out all of the side and front windows.  That's when we saw it.  Two houses down in our neighbor's driveway.  A crumbled mess.  Knowing our neighbor would need to leave for work in the morning, we trudged outside in our jammies, in the rain and hail to pull the mess back to our yard.

Let me just say I have never been so thankful for my husband's strength as I was that night.  We were getting  soaked and the rain was only getting heavier.  The little hail pellets were stinging my skin.  As I was scrambling around picking up loose springs and poles, I peered through the downpour to see my husband pick up the vast majority of the trampoline, heave it over his head, and walk it to the backyard.  I have never thought him sexier.

Once we gathered all the pieces we could find, we headed inside to dry off and prayed.  Prayed that the trampoline would be salvageable.  It wasn't.

There was no way that at this moment we would shell out another $150 for a new trampoline.  We had just done that 3 months ago.  So I asked God for wisdom.  Then it hit me.  Our tramp had about 4 pieces that needed to be replaced.  We would just buy new replacement pieces.  Nope.  Another dead end.  Replacement pieces were $50/piece.  That would be more expensive than buying a new one.

I tried another avenue.  I put out on facebook that we were looking for some pieces to fit a 14 ft trampoline. A few gracious people responded, but guess what?  Their pieces didn't work.  There had to be an answer.  I wasn't going to lose hope.

Days passed and Little Man started asking when he would be able to jump again. I told him soon enough, knowing it was going to take a little divine intervention for the trampoline to go back up in the 'soon enough' time frame.  Being just a bit desperate, I told Little Man we should ask God to provide us a way to put ours back up.

Within hours, my former boss from a daycare I worked at while in college responded to my facebook plea. She said she had a 14ft frame that she was tired of moving around when she mowed.  We could have it.  SAY WHAT???  Steven picked it up and we are now back in business!!!

You know, God never ceases to amaze me.  Just like the ring experience, I was blessed from a circumstance (in this case a job I took) from years ago.  All I have to say is God cares for us and our children far more than we could imagine.  He is interested in the details of our life.  He is in the business of blessing us.  Heck, he's even in the business of trampolines, and we couldn't be more thankful.

How Grilled Chicken Improves My Life

Surely I am the ONLY mom who has a crazy busy life.  I assume the vast majority of you readers sip your morning coffee in utter silence if you choose and eat bon-bons each and every afternoon as you watch your children not only clean, but detail every corner of your home.  No?  This isn't how it goes down at your pad?  You also have a crazy busy life?  Ahhhh, then my grilled chicken will improve your life as well.

I'm not going to sit here and pretend I invented an idea that will revolutionize the world in a way we have never experienced, but I do think this may shave some time off your dwelling in the kitchen.  Are you ready for it?  Grilled chicken.

How is grilled chicken going to help me out? you ask.  Well it's not so much the chicken, but how you go about it.

First off, have you heard of Pinterest?  If not, I strongly urge you to NOT join if you value using your time wisely.  However, if you like to live in dreamland and peruse information and how-to's for all facets of life, then yes, check it out.

Now, once you find yourself in the Food and Drink section of Pinterest, then you will undoubtedly find many different ways to marinate chicken before grilling.  Like...

Garlic Mustard

Key West

Cilantro Thai

Grilled Island Chicken

Honey Spiced

Those are just a few to start with that have a little different flavors for your taste buds. 

You might still be wondering how grilled chicken is going to save you time, but alas, I'm about to share.  Most folks have a down day in the week. For that day have a few bags of chicken thawed.  At our house, I only need two bags to kick out four meals.  I divide the breasts into four large ziplock bags, each with a different marinade (sometimes I just do two marinades depending on what I'm using the chicken for), and allow the breasts to marinade for a couple of hours (at least).  

Then I throw it all on the grill at dinner time.  We go ahead and eat dinner off one of the marinades.  This meal is almost always just a regular breast not used in other recipes and  a few more time consuming sides.  I do this because it's my down day and I have the time to crank out more elaborate meals.

After we have completed our family dinner, I deal with the other chicken breasts.  Usually, these breasts get sliced or diced to go into other meals for the week, or frozen for future use.  I use that meat for chicken to toss on large dinner salads, OR to throw in an Italian or Thai dish, OR to use on a sandwich, OR to use with fajitas, OR..alrighty, you get the point.  It gets used.

Basically, I do all the chicken grilling on one night. It saves me so much time later in the week.  Again, not a head spinning idea, but it helps me nonetheless.  Maybe it will help you.  Or maybe I'm just a loon.  Don't answer that, m-kay?  

To My Baby

Chubby Cheekers,

It's Mommy.  It hasn't been but a minute since I put you to bed, and I miss your snuggles already.  Your baby breath inches from my face, and those little snores that only I can hear.  The way you sigh over and over after a good, full meal.  

Time passes too quickly.  I've known this with your brother and sister, but with you, it's magnified.  My last precious baby.  Four months already that you have gifted us with your presence.  Although I'm excited for the milestones you will accomplish as you grow older, I wish I could press pause on this moment.  Right now. 

Thankfulness fills my heart that I had this weekend to spend with you solely.  I wasn't rushed to put you to bed.  I had the time to rock you for an hour and just watch your tummy rise and fall.  You were  pulled in tightly to me, per your request.  You really won't have it any other way.  Your belly to mine.  So vulnerable and trusting.  Sleeping in your peaceful manner with those noises and smiles that have me wondering what baby dreams run through your mind.

I thank God for this moment. That I've had the opportunity to treat you as if you were an only child, yet love you like the last child you are.  I'm able to fully appreciate all of you at this moment because of you are my last.  I love you, Chubby Cheekers, in all your baby glory.  You have my heart. 

Love, 

Mommy

{My Chubby Cheekers, 4 months}

Menu Monday

Life was slow going this weekend.  A weekend that focused solely around one precious baby.  During his long naps I was able to accomplish a list a mile long.  I stand in awe of how I can maintain a tidy house when there is no one to untidy it. I've had time to do what I want, when I want, thanks to a baby who goes with my flow.  He just wants to be near me.  Need to clean a bathroom...just bring the blankie, lay him in the hall, and talk to him while I clean.  Such a little happy camper.  I'm counting my blessings.

As little as my dishwasher was ran, and as small as my laundry pile is, I miss the rest of my family.  They will arrive home today.  I'll be in the driveway waving them in.  Gosh I miss them.  I may even blow the dust off my dishes since I've mooched off my friends and family for meals this weekend.  Yes sirree...the dust must come off 'cause I gots me some kids to feed.

Monday-Grilled Chicken Sandwiches, Fruit Salad, Smashed Potatoes
Tuesday-Dinner out to celebrate Father's Day
Wednesday-Hamburgers and Taco Dip
Thursday-Bowtie Lasagna, The Bread, Salad
Friday-Going to visit the Grandparents
Saturday-Still visiting...
Sunday-BBQ Meatballs, Corn Casserole, Green Beans

It's off to bed for me...at least to do a little reading.  Yep, I've had time for that this weekend.  My book of choice  Black Heels to Tractor Wheels.  I'm finally getting to read The Pioneer Woman's book...from my iPad.  The laziest way to read a book ever.  Just prop it up in the case and touch the screen to turn the page in my pitch black room.  When the Sandman comes to take me to dreamland, there's not even a lamp to click off.  That's my kind of reading.  Totally relaxing.

Chubby Cheekers

It's me.  Chubby Cheekers. This one's going to be real short.  Just a few little updates on my awesomeness.  First off, I'm almost 4 months old. Yep, I'm getting up there, and I might even be growing some teeth.  At least that's what I'm told.  All I know is I can't keep my spit in, I have a strong urge to chew on everything, and it's hard to sleep.  I hear those are the tell-tell signs of this thing called teething.  I'm so thankful Mom rubs on my gums.  It feels so good.


Secondly, and the most exciting news yet is...I'm getting Mommy all to myself this weekend.  Yep,  just me, her, and the milk twins.  It's gonna be AWE-SOME!  No sharing.  No waiting to be fed.  Just full on ME time.  I so deserve this Mommy Staycation.  


I think Mommy is getting excited too, but she has a funny way of showing it.  That crazy woman keeps getting teary eyed when she talks to me about Little Man, Little Miss, and Daddy taking their trip. Don't let Mommy know, but I am going to miss my brother, sister, and Daddy too.  My sister really pampers me like her own baby doll.  I pretend to not like it, but I do.  She's so great.

Love, 

Chubby Cheekers

Not This Time

Last week I wrote about missing Little Man's first high diving experience.  The experience I missed.  I'm still seeking counseling over my error.

Last Friday, Little Man had another opportunity.  I didn't miss it.  Not this time.  I had my camera out, but failed to capture the pic fully because I didn't want to watch from behind the camera.  I wanted the full experience.

He was so brave.  Before his class could even finish getting out of the water, he was already at the bottom of the ladder.  He climbed right up, walked across, looked at me, and jumped.  My heart swelled with pride.  This moment was big for him.  He didn't have fear.  He just did it.  This is what we prayed for him.  The 'Can Do' attitude.

Little Man really excelled in his class.  By no means was he the best swimmer the first day, but because he's competitive he was the best by the last day.  One area that I was really impressed with was his work on the kickboard.  On the first day he was just figuring out how to balance his weight with the board, but on the last couple of days he was the lead kicker.  

On one occasion I caught him super far ahead of his group.  I went over to congratulate him on a job well done, when he ripped off his goggles like he was Micheal Phelps and said...

Well, I'll let you take a little quiz on what he said.  Let's see how well you know my boy.  Just remember, he is a small version of his father.

After beating everyone, did Little Man say...

A.) "Wow!  I did a really good job."

B.)  "I can't believe I won."

C.) "Man, I'm killin' folks!"

If you guessed "C", you are completely right.  I couldn't help but laugh when I heard him.  He's definitely not hurting in the self-esteem category.  So here's my boy, killin' folks...

As for Little Miss, she also did swim lessons.  However, she thought she was at a swim party everyday.  Her poor teacher. Such a young guy with a little spitfire.  I prayed for him everyday.  Here's Little Miss in all her swim glory...

And swim lesson wouldn't be complete without a pose with her cousin...

If you're wondering about Chubby Cheekers, he was there too.  Every day except one.  His Grammy took  pity on him.  She came over to babysit so he could get a full morning nap.  However, every other day he was doing this...

Please excuse my facial expression.  I'm obviously deep in thought.

A Weekend of Firsts

This past weekend we broadened our horizons.  We branched out.  We didn't do the norm.  We didn't even do Saturday/Sunday morning breakfast.  We broke up the monotony and lived on the edge.  As much of the edge that you can live on with a 4 month old, 3 year old, and 5 year old. 

Saturday morning we were up and out the door.  For years I have wanted to visit our local berry farm to pick fresh berries.  For years Steven gave me the eye roll.  For years I didn't give up.  All that persistence paid off because I got him to go, and he enjoyed himself.  Just check us out...

That's us getting our blueberries on.  We opted for the Pick and Share route.  For every 2 lbs you pick, you get a lb for free.  Apparently we were quite the pickers.  We ended up with 1.5 lbs of blueberries and 1.5 lbs of blackberries for free.  Little Man was the champ of all champ pickers.  He had a difficult time walking by a bush full of berries and not want to pick them all off.  He's a boy after my own heart.  I can assure you that berry picking will be our next date.

On next 'first' was on Sunday morning. Our good friend was participating in a local biking event.  We were pleasantly surprised how much we enjoyed watching all the bikers.  His leg of the race was 30 miles, and he came in at the front.  We were super proud of him.  The 'professional' bikers were riding 120 miles and flying down hills and turns.  We were all amazed, especially me.  120 miles?  No thank you.  I don't even like to do 120 miles in the car, let alone pedaling myself for that long.  

After we finished watching the bikers, we visited a tent that had a course set up for kids.  They offered Strider Balance Bikes for the kids.  Each kid got a race number and a ribbon upon completion.  I loved watching Little Man and his main gal race each other.  Those two monkeys were so competitive with each other.  So awesome.  Little Miss and her self-claimed BFF were doing great just learning how to balance themselves.

 

Our last first was flying kites.  Unfortunately the kites were not so good, but we had fun.  My mom has all the pics on her camera, so I'll post those when she forwards them on to me.  Moms...they're so great.

If you're wondering about Chubby Cheekers, he didn't ride the balance bikes or pick berries or fly kites.  Poor guy just gets to come along for the ride.  I'm sure he'll have lots to say about that on his weekly post.

Menu Monday

This is a sad week for me.  Three-fifths of our family will be heading to Chicago.  Two-fifths will be hanging back because one-fifth of the family doesn't enjoy long rides in his car seat.  Since one-fifth can't fend for himself another member of the family will remain with him.  Since the one-fifth relies on milk from a particular member of the family, I will make up the second one-fifth remaining home, making up the two-fifths of the family.  Did you catch all that?

For you non mathematicians out there, Chubby Cheekers and I will remain at home while Steven takes Little Miss and Little Man on a road trip.  I'm bummed.  I don't do 'apart' very well.  Regardless of my bummed-ness, I'm excited for Steven and the kids.  I just hope I don't go bored out of my mind taking care of only one child.  Not to mention my MOTHER is going out of town too.  Do these people not realize I use them for entertainment???

Okay, pity party over.  Here's the menu for the week...

Monday-Sliders, Homemade Fries, Fruit Salad
Tuesday-Shredded Beef Tacos, Chips and Salsa
Wednesday-Chicken Broccoli Rice Casserole and Parker Rolls
Thursday-Grilled Chicken Salad, Crescents
Friday, Saturday, Sunday- Who's adopting me?  What!  No takers?

I MISSED IT!!!!!!!!!!

My oldest.  The boy who made me a mom.  He has my heart.  His excitement excites me.  He has such an innocence to him.  He's compassionate and accepting far beyond his years.  He's observant, and forgets almost nothing.  There's a lot I can learn from him.

He has so many good qualities, but one wee little area we have worked with him on is bravery and boldness.  He has come light years from his toddler days and I chalk a lot of that progress to prayer.

For example, when he was about 3.5 years old, Steven used to toss Little Miss high in the air.  She was 1.5 years old.  He could never throw her high enough.  She'd squeal and laugh and say, "More Daddy.  More."  When Steven would turn to Little Man and ask if he wanted a turn, he would reply, "No Daddy. Too high.  Too dangerous."  I share this story with you so you can fully appreciate what Little Man accomplished this week.

For the past two weeks, Little Miss, Little Man, and Chunky Monkey have been in swim lessons.  The place they are taking lessons have a high dive and a low dive.  He has no issues with jumping of the low dive.  He's been doing jumps of diving boards for 2 years.  However, I wondered what he would do if he had the opportunity to jump off the high dive.  I asked him.

Ah man.  Big mistake.  Not really in asking, but in the timing of asking him...right at bedtime.  He began to fret.  He wanted to do it, but fear was swelling up inside.  He decided that he would climb up to see the height and then climb down if it was too scary.  That didn't really sit well with me.  I told him once he climbed up, he wasn't going to climb back down.  That would allow fear to make his decision instead of doing what he really wanted.  Plus that would be quitting, and the Torres family doesn't quit.  This made him even more upset.  Since I really didn't know what to do, we prayed about it.  Prayed for God to give him strength to accomplish his desire.

The very next day he had the opportunity to jump.

And you know what my boy did?

He marched right up to the top and jumped off.

And do you know what this mama did?

Nothing.  I completely missed the whole thing.  I was keeping my eye on his ornery sister.

I didn't even realize what he had done until after class.  He told me what he did and I thought he was kidding.  Then he began to describe the experience and I realized there would be no way he could tell me what he was telling unless he really DID do it.  I MISSED IT!!!

All I can say is I am one bummed mama, AND tomorrow my eyes will be glued to that boy!  I'm not missing it again.

Seeing it or not, I am so proud of him.  More proud than if Little Miss had done it.  She's a little dare devil so seeing her jump off a high dive is expected.  Little Man...welp...that took some major courage for him.  Courage and bravery that he prayed for.

If you are in my area and are looking for a good program, leave a comment and I will send you the info.  We have been overly impressed with the program.  I am more impressed with this program than with Miller Swim School.  Much more concentrated work for consecutive days, allowing for a submersion type learning.

My New Motto For Life

Seriously.  How many times have you wanted to be brutally honest with someone who chalks each bad situation up to, "Well, everything happens for a reason."?  AND, how many times have I thought this of myself???  Too many times to share.   Enjoy your Wednesday.

Caloric Chicken

I'm about to let out a big secret.  You will never look at me the same again.  I am a recipe picture looker.  Doesn't sound that bad does it?  I am infamous for looking at the pictures and barely scanning the ingredient list.  Look at the directions?  Nah.  That would take too long.

This is precisely what happened last night.  I started to make Chicken Kiev.  Oops.  I was supposed to prepare it and then refrigerate it for at least an hour before baking.  Since I only had an hour to make it start to finish I was out of luck. No Chicken Kiev for us.

Being the desperate inventive cook I am, I put together a new dish.  I would like to name it Caloric Chicken.  The name should speak for itself.

Caloric Chicken

4 chicken breast thawed
2 strips of bacon, cooked and chopped
4 Tbsp shredded cheddar cheese
4 tsp of green onions, finely diced
4 Tbsp Ranch dressing
garlic powder, salt, pepper to taste

• Using the flat end of the meat mallet, thin chicken to 1/4 inch thickness
• Season with garlic powder, salt, pepper to taste
• In the center of the chicken sprinkle 1 Tbsp of cheese, 1 tsp of green onion, and a pinch of bacon into each breast.
• Roll up each breast and secure with a toothpick.
• Drizzle 1 Tbsp of Ranch on each piece
• Bake, uncovered, @ 400 degrees for 35 minutes or until juices run clear

Happy Cooking!!!

Menu Monday

Holy Manoly.  I got hit with mastitis this weekend.  Never in my life have I been so thankful for easy access to health meds.  It's simply amazing how an antibiotic can make you feel 100% better in a 12 hr time period.

Since I was down and out this weekend and our week was full of fun, I didn't get a day-by-day menu planned. A few meals are carried over from last week and some meals will have to be put together by 'pantry shopping'. Steven will be so pleased :)

Here's some of the items on our list this week...

• Chicken Kiev, Broccoli Casserole, Crescents
• Butt (yep, you read that right), Mashed Potatoes, Salad
• Shredded Taco (with leftover butt meat...yum), Corn Saute
• Hamburgers, Raw Veggies with Dip, and Fresh Fruit Salad
• Dinner @ Neighborhood Block Party'
• Dinner @ Mom's
• Shop the Pantry