I remember my ramen noodle days in college. We NEVER had this at home and I didn't know what it was until my sophomore year at U of H. I saw this recipe link posted today from the Mommysavers discussion board and had to repost it. There are dozens of recipes using ramen noodles. Some of them look okay but I don't think I'd serve it to the kids...
http://www.rasmussen.edu/student-life/blogs/main/ramen-noodle-recipes/#section2.2
Thursday, August 5, 2010
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
Life Goes So Fast
Since I last posted we've had another baby mouse, Mr. Mouse has accepted a job in Pennsylvania and Grandma Mouse has been diagnosed with cancer. Nothing stays the same here on earth. I don't know how we'll like the cold weather when we move but the area seems to have a slower pace of life and road rage is at a minimum.
Girlie mouse loves airplanes, more than her father if that's possible. She also loves ice cream and puppies (Duke especially, though she pulls his fur and smacks him pretty hard sometimes).
We are literally falling all over each other in this townhouse. Little Tikes stock must be soaring since our brood has grown. I can't wait to be in a larger place with a yard, a private yard - a yard where the neighbors aren't close enough to hear us burp after a large dinner.
Boy mouse slept last night. Sometimes the lack of sleep feels like torture. I know it's hard to be a baby boy whose teething makes it impossible to be still, even when you're exhausted. He won't always be this little.
I've forgotten how expensive it is to own a home. If the bank decides we are worthy then we will close on our anniversary. Instead of taking a cruise and staying at the Ritz we will sleep on a futon in a house with no furniture. We will, however, be surrounded by the love of a family we've fought hard to make and keep whole. God does love us indeed.
Girlie mouse loves airplanes, more than her father if that's possible. She also loves ice cream and puppies (Duke especially, though she pulls his fur and smacks him pretty hard sometimes).
We are literally falling all over each other in this townhouse. Little Tikes stock must be soaring since our brood has grown. I can't wait to be in a larger place with a yard, a private yard - a yard where the neighbors aren't close enough to hear us burp after a large dinner.
Boy mouse slept last night. Sometimes the lack of sleep feels like torture. I know it's hard to be a baby boy whose teething makes it impossible to be still, even when you're exhausted. He won't always be this little.
I've forgotten how expensive it is to own a home. If the bank decides we are worthy then we will close on our anniversary. Instead of taking a cruise and staying at the Ritz we will sleep on a futon in a house with no furniture. We will, however, be surrounded by the love of a family we've fought hard to make and keep whole. God does love us indeed.
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