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Thursday, August 23, 2012

A Thought on Multi-Font Titles

Today my thought on multi-font titles is up at Thinking*Through*Design. I like to use different fonts a lot in my titles- jazzes things up a bit, adding interest and helping to direct attention to what I think is more important.  For my layout at T*T*D, I adapted the rules I learned for how to write titles when I was in elementary school, using big letters for the words that are important and little letters for those that aren't.





I had a bit of trouble coming up with a title for this layout that was multi-word, but once I came up with this, I got excited to write the journaling.  See, we actually went down this trail twice. The first time, as we headed to Musining Falls in Michigan, the kids would chase each other, and then Annaliese face planted.  The journaling here talks about how the second time down, we took a slower pace. But if you open the picture of the kids running, you'll find the story of how she got all bloody and cleaned up.

 Here are some more layouts I've done lately with different font titles.  The first one is the story of the day Annaliese was born. I wanted birth to be the prominent word in the title, so I used a bolder font.

 On this one, I wanted to use smaller fonts so that the "stomping at" would fit before the 'k' in backbone.

For this one, I thought each word in the title was important, but having them in the same font would have been boring, and possibly have taken up more room than I would have liked on the layout. 

Make sure to head over to T*T*D and see the awesome work the other gals did!

Monday, August 20, 2012

Ian's First Day of Kindergarten

How can it be that Ian started Kindergarten today?  Seems like just yesterday he was my itty bitty boy (all 8 lbs. 4 oz.) and we were bringing him home from the hospital. Now he's a very big boy (did I mention we had to buy size THIRTEEN shoes for back-to-school) and he was so excited for his first day. 

Before we left home, we had to take the obligatory first-day-of-school picture. I based this off of something I saw on Pinterest. In that one, the kid is holding the sign, but figured by doing it this way, we can use the easel every year and gauge how much he grows. So the easel Noah made us is going to be sticking around for a long time.  


We had to run to church before school to grab his jacket we left there the day before. The whole time after grabbing it and heading to school, Ian kept saying, "I can't wait to get to Kindergarten! I'm so excited!"

At school he put his bag, jacket, and sleeping bag in his locker, after a refresher course in how to open it, and headed to his classroom to get started on the task on hand- playing with play-doh at his table (I learned the hard way, don't call it a desk).



I asked him how his day was, and he was able to be pretty descriptive, which was amazing given the explanations I got every day after preschool. When I first picked him up at school, he told me, "Kindergarten is the best!"  In art class they got to draw whatever they wanted; Ian chose to draw a flower, butterfly, and sun.  For lunch, he chose to have the yogurt and cheese stick option instead of the main hot dog entree, which I wasn't totally surprised by.  Recess was his favorite time of day, though he said he hasn't made any new friends yet. Rest time was very short; you didn't have to sleep, only rest your body. She read three stories today, "Kindergarten Rocks!", "Chicka Chicka Boom Boom", and "The Kissing Hand."  For snack they had fruit snacks that juiced when you bit into them. His only disappointment seemed to be that he had to go to the center where you strung shape beads onto a string, when he really wanted to go to the Lego or kitchen center.

We asked him if he wanted to go back tomorrow, and he was all for it. Hopefully that will continue as the days and years of school pass.

Saturday, August 4, 2012

A Basketball Lesson

Ian got a basketball hoop for his first birthday from his godparents, and it's sat in our basement. But because he's so tall (almost 4 feet), the hoop had to be raised so high it didn't really fit in the basement anymore.  This past week, it finally made the transition outside, where Ian got a basketball lesson from Darrin.  I love moments like these.









Friday, August 3, 2012

Tomato Sauce, Take One

My garden is at our church.  There, I have three of the sixty-four plots available.  And I've planted tomatoes. I don't like to eat them raw, but I love them in sauce.  Last year I had a few tomatoes, but hated the recipes I found (not that I remember which ones they are). So this year I vowed to find a recipe I liked, and actually remember which one I used for next year.  I picked up some more Roma tomatoes at our church garden mart on Sunday to go with the ones I had picked from our garden.  The first recipe I tried was from Deb at Smitten Kitchen- Fresh Tomato Sauce.  

Deb's first step was to remove the skin from the tomatoes. So here they are all sliced with x's on the bottom (I just thought of something I want in my kitchen- a wall mounted wireless tablet, so I can look up my favorite recipes, but not take up valuable counter space.)


Then you had to drop them in boiling water for a couple seconds, then transfer them to ice water.  Here's where I learned my first lesson of the day- make sure the water is actually boiling. I dropped them in when the water was hot, but not boiling.  I ended up having to throw them back it.  This method works pretty slick if the water is actually hot... 

After the tomatoes were all ready, you were to add minced garlic, onion, carrots, and celery to some olive oil and let is simmer for ten minutes. Mincing isn't something I'm good at, so I used minced garlic from the store, then just shredded the onion and carrot.  We didn't have celery in the house, and as it was nap time, I couldn't run out to get some. 

Here they are all peeled. Next step was to slice them vertically, squeeze them to get the juice and seeds out, then chop them and dump them in the pot.  I sliced them, but squeezing didn't work, so I just used my thumbs to push it out, then squished the remaining flesh through my fingers and it plopped into the pot. It was at this point that I remember canning all the stewed tomatoes and tomato juice with my parents in the summer. When we did it then, it was always the hottest day of the summer (it was near 100 when I did this), and they didn't, and still don't, have central air.  I was very grateful I was doing this in my cool kitchen.  I also remember why my mom always wore an apron.  Another lesson I learned, don't wear a light shirt or glasses when doing this- they'll definitely get splattered.  

As you were squeezing the juice and seeds out, you were to reserve the juice in case it needed to be added to the simmering sauce.  This is all the juice I got from the tomatoes above.  After canning with big boys or early girls last year and the excess amount of juice they had, it was nice to work with the Roma. 
 Finally all simmering on the stove. As I tasted it, I added some pizza sauce seasoning and a bit of sugar.  Used my potato masher a bit to break up the big chunks, but it didn't get as smooth as store bought.  Deb suggests using an immersion blender. I don't have one of those, and I was fine with the consistency.


It was a bit chunky, and I kept thinking it looked a little rustic. It tasted pretty good. Better than the ones I tried last year, though it still felt like something was missing, so the quest will continue (that's the plan for today's nap time).  We really couldn't taste the sauce on the finished pizza. Don't know if that's good or not. I thought it was fine, as I'm not a big fan of lots of sauce or sauce flavor on my pizza. 

I wish I had a faster method of removing skins, seeds, and juice. That's the most time-consuming part...

Thursday, August 2, 2012

History Repeats Itself

Thanks to scrapbooking last week, this layout was fresh in my mind.


Which is why I had to laugh and grab the camera when Annaliese was eating her Chobani this morning, with her fingers, spoon sitting  right next to her on the counter.  


Some things apparently don't change, but without scrapbooking the memories, I never would have made the connection. Just another reason why I do it.