Remember this??

It has been a while since I mentioned Bubbie...one of my best friends was asking about him the other day and I thought then that maybe I should show him in all his glory. You can see from the above which leg was broken. I brought him home the day before New Years and each day he seemed to shiver worse. We ended up calling and meeting the vet at the office on the Sunday night following New Year's Day. I had an appointment on Monday and was afraid to wait because he could not keep from shivering.

The next weekend we were having our daughter's baby shower...and I felt so under pressure. The doctor wanted to keep him and I told him I was done thinking about them keeping him for a few days. I had not been getting any sleep to speak of for fear of him hurting himself. The pictures below are his normal sleeping actions, but for some reason when I brought him home the first time, he wanted on the couch or chair almost all the time, and thought nothing of trying to jump down and I was afraid of him hurting himself, so I was trying to sleep on the couch. And was jumping awake at movement from him.
I took these pictures just an hour or so ago...he still carries his leg kind of funny, and it is stiff. I am not sure if that has to do with the pin still being in it, or if it is from not being able to use it. But I have a hard time keeping him out of things. It really doesn't slow him down much. I have caught him trying to make jumps that scare me. And he sleeps in the middle of the floor just like this a lot of the time.
He comes every morn to get me out of bed. He jumps up on the bed and walks on me, over to Roger, back on me. He will settle down for a short time and lay down next to me. Then he has to get up and keep pestering Roger till he gets him awake. That is, unless I get up and feed him. He is still a little piggy when it comes to food. That will settle him down for a bit...but it so good to have him getting around so good.

Lorelei's room

I did think and take a couple or three pictures of the baby's room when we were there letting the dogs out the other day.

I don't think they quite do it justice, but I don't think any camera would quite capture the color. It is in the tan family, but it really varies with the lighting. Sometimes it has almost a flesh color, other times more of a gray, and I swear to me in certain light it has just a hint of light, light purple! I don't think anyone else sees it that way but me.
They wanted to do it in a neutral color so that if they end up moving with their jobs, it won't be something people would look at and think they had to do over right away. The pictures over the changing table are pictures Sarah did, but she had a sketch to go by.
And see that framed thing on the wall with the window...Rachel had it made for Sarah. She got this poem printed and then went and picked out a frame and matting and had it double matted. And to one side, she had them cut three cutout areas in the top frame for putting pictures in. Below is the poem..

Wynken, Blynken, and Nod (Dutch Lullaby)
by Eugene Field (1850-1895)
Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night
Sailed off in a wooden shoe---
Sailed on a river of crystal light,
Into a sea of dew.
"Where are you going, and what do you wish?"
The old moon asked the three.
"We have come to fish for the herring fish
That live in this beautiful sea;
Nets of silver and gold have we!"
Said Wynken,
Blynken,
And Nod.
The old moon laughed and sang a song,
As they rocked in the wooden shoe,
And the wind that sped them all night long
Ruffled the waves of dew.
The little stars were the herring fish
That lived in that beautiful sea---
"Now cast your nets wherever you wish---
Never afeard are we";
So cried the stars to the fishermen three:
Wynken,
Blynken,
And Nod.
All night long their nets they threw
To the stars in the twinkling foam---
Then down from the skies came the wooden shoe,
Bringing the fishermen home;
'T was all so pretty a sail it seemed
As if it could not be,
And some folks thought 't was a dream they 'd dreamed
Of sailing that beautiful sea---
But I shall name you the fishermen three:
Wynken,
Blynken,
And Nod.
Wynken and Blynken are two little eyes,
And Nod is a little head,
And the wooden shoe that sailed the skies
Is a wee one's trundle-bed.
So shut your eyes while mother sings
Of wonderful sights that be,
And you shall see the beautiful things
As you rock in the misty sea,
Where the old shoe rocked the fishermen three:
Wynken,
Blynken,
And Nod.

Cornbread anyone?

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Here a couple or three weeks ago, I ran out of cornmeal...I was at the local super Walmarts and all I could find was the boxed kinds of cornmeal with sugar already added. I don't know if all southern gals are like me and my childhood friends, but the kind with sugar just does not fill the bill. I was sort of getting desperate, thinking I was going to have to have my sister-in-law/best friend mail me some. However, when I went to our local IGA, they still carried the above in 5lb bags. I was tempted to buy two or three and put the extras in the freezer....but not real sure if that would be the thing to do.
All I could think though, was how times have changed. When I was a kid, I think all the women in and around our community bought cornmeal and flour by the 25 lb. sacks. I think all of our moms made biscuits every morning of our life, except maybe my mom missed a couple days a year if she was sick. My mom always loved White Lily flower...and I remember her being upset when the stores quit carrying that brand. And my friend's mom always loved Three Rivers brand cornmeal...I don't recall what brand of cornmeal my mom preferred.

And when I still had three brothers at home, mom always made two pans of cornbread every day of the week. And a bigger pan than the one pictured above. Probably ten inch pans...and it was eaten for the most part. If there was any left, it went to the dogs or the pigs. But my brothers and my mom always loved to crumble cornbread in a glass and pour milk over it and eat it that way...that was one thing I didn't care for. And I don't even know if I tried it, I think it was partly that it wasn't visually appealing for me.

When I first came to Indiana I finally got till I could eat the sweet kind but it was never satisfying. Then my husband and I moved to Tennessee for a year and a half back when we were young, in 1978. Since then, I seriously doubt if I have eaten even one piece of the sweetened cornbread. I just don't like it. And for sure not with the foods I want cornbread with.

Now it took my husband a while to actually like my kind of cornbread, but he does like it. And both my girls like both kinds, and my youngest requested a cast iron pan for Christmas and has actually made some cornbread of her own. She is like me and likes it just for a snack every now and then. I have two favorite meals that require cornbread....I love wilted lettuce and onions and cornbread....my mouth just waters thinking about that.

And the other is something that no one else here eats, and that is spinach (or mustard or poke salad) and bacon and cornbread. I don't fix it very often, but every now and then I will have that for breakfast if it is just me that will be eating. Or supper or a midnight snack. No matter when I have it, it is delicious and I eat way too much of it.