Weekend...The Rose Way

This is not a homemaking blog...I repeat not a homemaking blog! I cannot claim the title of master homemaker. One day perhaps I will wear the ruffled apron with pride as I cook up culinary masterpieces while simultaneously entertaining a house full of small children with Disney songs and homemade play dough. Right now however, it's just not going to happen. My cooking...eh...I get by.  My sewing skills...nonexistent. My crocheting is mediocre at best. So, when I get particularly domestic I must take the opportunity to share my accomplishments! 

Friday night I made homemade pizza! This week's pizza flavor was BBQ chicken! I even made the BBQ sauce! The crust was a quick, no rising, recipe that actually turned out! Let's face it..who has time to make pizza crust that needs to raise for two plus hours! I sure don't.

 While I did the pizza my husband Brian the Baconater, made sure the bacon was cooked to perfection.

The Baconater at his Best

Here is my delicious BBQ Chicken Pizza before baking! Be-au-tiful!

 Here is the recipe for the crust:

3 cups of all purpose flour                            1 tsp of salt
2 TBSP of active dry yeast                           1 TBSP of white sugar
2 TBSP of vegetable oil                                1 cup of warm water (110 degrees Fahrenheit)

Combine flour, salt, sugar, yeast in a large bowl and mix well. Mix in oil and water. Stir until the dough peels away from the outside of the bowl. (I ended up putting a little more water into my dough while I was mixing it in my kitchen aid.) Roll out on a lightly floured surface and spread onto a pizza pan. Top as desired.

Bake a 375 degrees for 20 or 25 minutes.

Mm-mm...homemade pizza, homemade sourdough bread, and asparagus. Perfect Friday night dinner.

 While we enjoyed our carbs Lydia ate yummy carrots. Just ignore my make-upless face.

It was such a nice weekend I just had to get out and enjoy the weather. On Saturday me and Lydia took a little walk while Brian did homework. The sunlight is a new concept for Lydia. Since she was born in September, we didn't get to go on many walks. She has spent most of her six months of life indoors. This has been her reaction while introducing her to the great outdoors...

  

She really does enjoy the walks. As long as the sun isn't in her eyes.

 When we got home from our little walk I ventured on another domestic journey and tried my first attempt at homemade baby food.

I just microwaved frozen peas with a little water until they were tender; about 8 minutes.

I then pureed them in my food processor. In this picture they were still a little thick so I added a bit more water and pureed again until they were a smoother texture. I didn't take any pictures of the next steps, but I scooped the pureed peas into ice cube trays and froze them. Afterwards, I put them in freezer bags. It was super cheap and easy.

To top off a wonderful weekend today we spent our Sunday with noisy Primary children. Then went up the Grandma and Grandpa Rose's to visit and spend time with the fam. It was a good day.

Happy Sunday everyone!

Lydia is 6 months!

Happy Six Months to this sweet girl!

We can't believe that our little princess is already six months old! I've been saying this a lot...but I'll say it again: Why is it that pregnancy is sooooooo long, seriously it takes forever; and after the baby finally gets here time flies by??? Anyway, our sweet Lydia is the happiest baby ever. As you can see by looking at these pictures.  This past weekend my sister Kami came up to my parents and we took her six month pictures. Didn't she do such a good job? We love them! The only problem is deciding which ones to print!

At six months Lydia smiles, laughs, and giggles at everything! The other night in her tub she was looking down at her bath toys and just giggled at them the entire time. I don't know why they were so funny floating in the water...but apparently Lydia found them very amusing. Lydia is also sitting up by herself. She really does pretty good! The only time she tips over is when she is trying to grab something.

 

I love this picture. She is always moving her jaw up and down like she is chewing her cud or something, and Kami got it on camera. This girl is super busy...I mean super busy. At two months she rolled over from her belly to her back! She has been rolling over like that ever since. She always wants to stand up and look around, and she is grabbing everything! She is not a great napper. She will only sleep for about 45 minutes to an hour tops; but she does sleep better at night. She goes down between 7:30 and 8:00 and typically I only get up once around 3 or 4 to feed her, afterwards she goes right back down to sleep until 7:00. However, this past week I have been getting up a lot! I'm pretty sure she's teething. I feel like I have a newborn again when it comes to the sleep deprivation. Last night she only got up once though, so I'm crossing my fingers that tonight will be the same.

Lydia's favorite thing is her pink fuzzy blanket. When she goes to sleep she buries her face in her blanket and cuddles it. It is the cutest thing!

 

 

 

We are so lucky to be blessed with such a sweet girl! We don't know what we ever did without her. She fills our home with so much joy and laughter. She is growing up so fast I just want to slow the clock down a bit, but since our babies are only little for a short while maybe that's what makes our time with them all the more precious.  We love our Lydi Bug so much! Happy 6 months baby girl!

Mustache March...

At the Rose household we run on our own time (Rose Standard Time)...which means we are usually late. I've tried everything to overcome this habit.  I've gotten up earlier, I've set our clocks ten minutes ahead, I've set multiple alarms on my phone.  Nothing seems to do the trick. This Sunday though; was going to be different.  We were going to be on time! I set out Lydia's church outfit the night before. I had my outfit planned out in my head, and my primary lesson materials were all set out on the table packed and ready to go. The next morning we were up and moving at 7:00.  We got the roast the potatoes in the oven.  Lydia was dressed, fed, and taking a nap. Then  I looked at the clock, 8:00. Yes! We are going to make it!  Brian hopped in the shower while I finished getting dinner ready. I was packing up the diaper bag as I glanced at the clock again. 8:40  Brian was still in the bathroom!  "Brian!" I hollered, "It's a quarter to.  We have got to go!"

"Ok, almost done!" He says.  Almost done?  Brian doesn't even put gel in his hair.  What could he possibly be doing?  So, I walk into the bathroom to nag him some more.  He was standing in front of the mirror.  He turned around slowly, and I saw it.  To my horror I saw...

Brain's Stache: Tom

The Inspiration for the name however, Brian's Stache looks NOTHING like this.

I had forgotten that it was my least favorite time of year.  March, Mustache March. 
"Oh no you didn't," I say.  Brian was busting up.  "I will not sit by you in church with that creeper mustache on your face." I say.  Brian still laughing.  "Seriously, your mustache is so bad!  You look terrible. Shave it now."
"Why?" he says, "Mustache March is a month of freedom.  It's a month where all men can have mustaches and not be labeled as creepers." Not kidding he really, truly, seriously said this!

So the bickering began.

"Shave it."
" Why?"
 '"It's ugly."
" No it's not."
" Yes it is!"
"It's funny! I'm keeping it."
"Brian!!" I exclaim in exasperation.

 You get the idea.
Finally, the bickering turned to bargaining.

"I'll do anything Brian, just shave it off."
"Anything? Mmmm..."
This is what it took to get Brian to shave Tom Selleck: Chocolate Chip cookies once a week for a month, Boys night to a concert, no diapers for a week, and nag free video game time.

 Is it worth it you might ask?  Well, I may have my doubts as this month progresses, but all I have to do it look at this picture and I am reminded of how terrible Tom the mustache really looks.

So, about thirty-plus minutes later we sauntered into church, and took our usual seats outside of the chapel on the couches.  I gladly sat by my mustache free husband; thinking I'd won.  Sadly, Mustache March is still upon us, and he is having second thoughts. So I ask, Do you think he should stay clean shaven, or grow back Tom?  Suggestions are appreciated.

Tom?

 Or No Tom? (He is sad in this pic since he shaved Tom)