This morning I was getting ready for work and told Alivia to go into her room and pick out some pants. She went into her room and came back and said :
Alivia: (handful of pajamas) These jammies were in my pants drawer (i know they weren't but ignored her)
Me:Go get some pants
Alivia: (with a pillow case) Mom, I found my tinkerbell pillow case
Me: Go get some pants
Alivia: (now wearing the pillowcase) mom look, what am i wearing?
Me: that's a pillow case, go get some pants
Alivia: (carrying a pillow) look mom, i put my pillow in my pillow case
Me: great go get some pants
Alivia: (now with a new pillow case) mom, i found my other tinker bell pillow case
Me: GO GET SOME PANTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Alivia: mom, i have pants on
I look over at her and she is wearing a huge pair of snow pants. I couldn't help but laugh. So after all of that I ended up going into her room and getting the pants myself. So much for saving time this morning!
About Me
- Amy
- I'm 29 and I live in St.Charles with my husband Rob and baby girl Alivia
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
It's not for me!
Every once in awhile I will cook something that calls for beer. I don't have beer at my house so I always have to make a special trip just for that. I used to buy a six pack but it would stay in my fridge forever. So the last couple times I have just bought a 40 ounce. I always feel the need to explain that It's not for me to drink! Last night was no exception. I decided I was going to make cheese fondue. I went to dierbergs to get everything and picked up a 40 ounce beer. I got up to the checkout and the idiot ringing me out says "Nice choice" I said "I'm not going to drink it, I'm going to cook with it" and he said "Oh, well I'm sure it will be delicious" It was a natural light that cost $1.09!! I said "Well, I hope so, I just picked this kind because it was the cheapest." He says "Well, that's why I drink it too because it's so cheap"
OMG.
OMG.
Monday, February 23, 2009
This article was in last weekends journal about my aunt and uncles diner!
MY WORLD: Nothing finer than a good local diner
By Karen Diekamp HitchcockSaturday, February 21, 2009 3:13 AM CST
Sometimes you have to look no farther than almost your own back yard to find a little adventure and a good piece of pie.Valentine's Day dawned like any other Saturday at our house, which meant that Hubby was up early to fix his coffee and I was putting pillows on my head in bed upstairs trying to drown out the sound of grinding coffee beans.It is always a competition between Hubby and the local birds as to who gets up the earliest. Usually, Hubby wins.After waiting a few hours to see if breakfast in bed would be my Valentine treat (no such luck), I finally dragged myself out of bed to see what the day would bring. Surely my better half had planned a special day for us.He had indeed. He pronounced he was going to work in the yard.
I'll skip over a recitation of how many tree branches he cleaned up, and how much he complained about his sore muscles after, and get to the good part. The part with the pie.After running an errand on Elm Street in St. Charles, we decided to drive up Kingshighway, not a side of town in which we usually find ourselves. It's a perfectly nice part of town, but we just don't usually have business to do there. It turned out to be a serendipitous change in routine.As we got near Lindenwood University, we saw a quaint little place called Allin's Diner. The word "diner" hooked me. I yelled quickly at Hubby to turn into the parking lot.I love diners. I love the sleek, '50s, "Happy Days" kind of ambience. I love the smell of burgers and the cozy small-town feel.This place has all that, plus a friendly owner named Dave Allin. It turns out this little gem of a place is going on its fourth year, and has a lot of lucky regulars who discovered this place a long time before we did. Their pictures line the walls. It seems one of the waitresses also is a photographer, and she snaps customers' pictures every Wednesday. I spied a certain St. Charles mayor's photo up there (I guess she likes good hot wings, too).Hubby and I had a very nice waitress named Jessie, who recommended her favorites, but I'd already decided to have a cheeseburger (Hubby had a Reuben). I am a connoisseur of cheeseburgers, and this one didn't disappoint. It was big, sloppy and juicy, just like Mom used to make, and served on ciabatta bread, which made it even more texture-filled and delicious.I made a mental note to come back to try other things on the menu, like the meatball-ziti soup, the meatloaf and the smoked hot wings.We were inspecting the whimsical little silver-framed fun facts on each table (sayings like "The Statue of Liberty wears a size 879 sandal") when a piece of coconut cream pie appeared before our eyes."Compliments of the owner," Jessie said.Oh my, happy Valentine's Day to me!The owner appeared shortly thereafter to see how everything was. He shared his food philosophy with us. "Food is fun," he said simply.I asked him how he got started in the food business."I drove past this place 25 years ago and told my wife, 'I'm going to open a restaurant there someday,'" he explained.Her response: "You're crazy!" But she did encourage him to go to school, so he enrolled in the culinary arts program at Forest Park College. He also kept an eye out during the next 25 years for his dream location to come up for sale. His dream came true several years ago.Allin has had a lot of other careers - over-the-road truck driver, warehouse worker, forklift driver - but food always has been his passion. He might have picked up a few pointers from his grandma, mom and wife Vicki, all excellent cooks he says, but he also honed his skills at a local country club and Lindenwood University.Now he's his own boss, and he has high standards. I could tell as he described the ingredients of the coconut cream pie that here was a chef who didn't cut corners."It's real food," he summarized. "Nobody's doing what I'm doing."His regulars will testify to that. Jim Tyrell, formerly of Chicago, discovered that when he found his way to Allin's Diner a couple of years ago."He hooked me with his pancakes and keeps me with his wings," Tyrell joked as he and a pal played cards at the counter.Allin's Diner, 130 N. Kingshighway, is open 6 a.m.-4 p.m. Monday through Friday and 6 a.m.-2 p.m. on weekends, but is starting to be open certain nights for dinner. For more information, call 636-946-5556.Karen Diekamp Hitchcock of St. Charles is a medical secretary who writes a semimonthly column for the Journal. She can be reached at kdhitch1@hotmail.com
MY WORLD: Nothing finer than a good local diner
By Karen Diekamp HitchcockSaturday, February 21, 2009 3:13 AM CST
Sometimes you have to look no farther than almost your own back yard to find a little adventure and a good piece of pie.Valentine's Day dawned like any other Saturday at our house, which meant that Hubby was up early to fix his coffee and I was putting pillows on my head in bed upstairs trying to drown out the sound of grinding coffee beans.It is always a competition between Hubby and the local birds as to who gets up the earliest. Usually, Hubby wins.After waiting a few hours to see if breakfast in bed would be my Valentine treat (no such luck), I finally dragged myself out of bed to see what the day would bring. Surely my better half had planned a special day for us.He had indeed. He pronounced he was going to work in the yard.
I'll skip over a recitation of how many tree branches he cleaned up, and how much he complained about his sore muscles after, and get to the good part. The part with the pie.After running an errand on Elm Street in St. Charles, we decided to drive up Kingshighway, not a side of town in which we usually find ourselves. It's a perfectly nice part of town, but we just don't usually have business to do there. It turned out to be a serendipitous change in routine.As we got near Lindenwood University, we saw a quaint little place called Allin's Diner. The word "diner" hooked me. I yelled quickly at Hubby to turn into the parking lot.I love diners. I love the sleek, '50s, "Happy Days" kind of ambience. I love the smell of burgers and the cozy small-town feel.This place has all that, plus a friendly owner named Dave Allin. It turns out this little gem of a place is going on its fourth year, and has a lot of lucky regulars who discovered this place a long time before we did. Their pictures line the walls. It seems one of the waitresses also is a photographer, and she snaps customers' pictures every Wednesday. I spied a certain St. Charles mayor's photo up there (I guess she likes good hot wings, too).Hubby and I had a very nice waitress named Jessie, who recommended her favorites, but I'd already decided to have a cheeseburger (Hubby had a Reuben). I am a connoisseur of cheeseburgers, and this one didn't disappoint. It was big, sloppy and juicy, just like Mom used to make, and served on ciabatta bread, which made it even more texture-filled and delicious.I made a mental note to come back to try other things on the menu, like the meatball-ziti soup, the meatloaf and the smoked hot wings.We were inspecting the whimsical little silver-framed fun facts on each table (sayings like "The Statue of Liberty wears a size 879 sandal") when a piece of coconut cream pie appeared before our eyes."Compliments of the owner," Jessie said.Oh my, happy Valentine's Day to me!The owner appeared shortly thereafter to see how everything was. He shared his food philosophy with us. "Food is fun," he said simply.I asked him how he got started in the food business."I drove past this place 25 years ago and told my wife, 'I'm going to open a restaurant there someday,'" he explained.Her response: "You're crazy!" But she did encourage him to go to school, so he enrolled in the culinary arts program at Forest Park College. He also kept an eye out during the next 25 years for his dream location to come up for sale. His dream came true several years ago.Allin has had a lot of other careers - over-the-road truck driver, warehouse worker, forklift driver - but food always has been his passion. He might have picked up a few pointers from his grandma, mom and wife Vicki, all excellent cooks he says, but he also honed his skills at a local country club and Lindenwood University.Now he's his own boss, and he has high standards. I could tell as he described the ingredients of the coconut cream pie that here was a chef who didn't cut corners."It's real food," he summarized. "Nobody's doing what I'm doing."His regulars will testify to that. Jim Tyrell, formerly of Chicago, discovered that when he found his way to Allin's Diner a couple of years ago."He hooked me with his pancakes and keeps me with his wings," Tyrell joked as he and a pal played cards at the counter.Allin's Diner, 130 N. Kingshighway, is open 6 a.m.-4 p.m. Monday through Friday and 6 a.m.-2 p.m. on weekends, but is starting to be open certain nights for dinner. For more information, call 636-946-5556.Karen Diekamp Hitchcock of St. Charles is a medical secretary who writes a semimonthly column for the Journal. She can be reached at kdhitch1@hotmail.com
Friday, February 13, 2009
13 week checkup
I went to the dr today for a regular monthly checkup. This was the first time I got to hear the baby's heartbeat. The heart rate was 150 bmp. I'm pretty sure when I was pregnant with Alivia, her heartrate was always in the 150's. I did some searching on the internet and found some old wives tales that say if the heartrate is 140 or under it's typically a boy and anything over a 140 is typically a girl. I'm not going to be painting the room pink or anything yet but am wondering if it's another girl. I'm ok with that. It will be a heck of alot cheaper since I already have everything for a girl!!! Rob has been very sure that it's a boy this time, he also has Alivia convinced it's a boy too. I really don't care either way but i'm starting to get the feeling we're having another girl!
Tuesday, February 03, 2009
Every couple of years Rob starts talking about getting into martial arts again. Before we met he studied regularly but he was bowling and playing softball so often that something had to give and that's what he chose to give up. Every few years he says he wants to get back into but he never actually does. His sister and brother in law own a martial art school. He had his sister get him a martial are book so he could start learning the technique again. We were coming home from there the other night and he was looking at the book in the car and said to me "Are you going to help me study this?" I said "What do you mean?" I didn't know if he wanted me to read the book to him while he practiced or what. He said "I need someone to do this on!" I looked at him like he was nuts. I said "I'm pregnant you idiot and you want to practice martial arts on me?!?!" He started cracking up laughing when he realized what he said. That wasn't exactly what he meant but that's how it came out. It was pretty funny.
Monday, February 02, 2009
update
So, we're now 12 weeks pregnant. I've been feeling pretty good, no more sickness, so that's good. I weighed myself this morning and I've lost 6 pounds since finding out I was pregnant so that's pretty exciting! I've got a few to spare so I'm sure it's fine! We've started to clean out the babies room, I'm ready to decorate but of course I can't do too much until I know what it is. I guess I've got another 8 weeks until I find that out. Don't have too much else to say just wanted to give an update!
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