My Seussical Life for 2004 February 9

Our water heater has gone out on us about ten, maybe twelve times over the weekend. This morning there is no warm water to spare. It is time to take action.

Atticus: "Mom, you be a nice person. And I will be a nice person. Let's play nice person!"

The plumber came and fixed our hot water heater. He also fixed the dripping fawcet in the bathroom. Sometimes I am glad to be renting, and I don't have to deal with bills for household repairs.

We were missing our cousin Jeff tonight--Dave took a cooking class at the Merc on homemade chicken noodle soup from scratch, noodles, stock and all. We bought the chicken from a family farm just outside of Lawrence. I cooked the chicken and the stock during nap time, and Dave rolled out the noodles when he got home from work. The results were fantastic. But we had a giant pot of great soup, and noone to share it with.

Chicken noodle soup in this region is a unique dish, and we ate ours accordingly. A person is supposed to top the soup with a piping hot spoonful of mashed potatoes. Kind of like a chicken noodle a la mode. We give it a two thumbs up.

I've never seen a boy so pleased to see his pajamas as Samuel was tonight. When I pulled his sleeper out, he gushed and raised his legs, waiting to be dressed. He is always equally happy when we tuck him into his bed with soother and silkie in hand. One day we'll have to wean him of his pacifier. Not today!

Atticus tore one of his fingernails tonight. You have to know Atticus; he detests having his nails cut. Dave patiently urged him to put out his finger so that we could trim the jagged edge off the one nail. He resisted, but finally gave in. When Dave opened his hand to cut the rest of his nails, he protested, "No, Papa! Only ONE per day!!"