December has been a rough month in our house. The babies were kind enough to not get sick at the same time, but it’s meant we’ve had a solid two weeks of coughs, fevers, ear infections, runny noses, and lots of tears.
We have not had a lot of sleep.
Deek and I are pretty sleep deprived, and the other night while we were propping each other up he reminded me of the wise words of the Hag himself.
If we make it through December
Everything’s gonna be all right, I know
It’s the coldest time of winter
And I shiver when I see the falling snow.
And because of the aforementioned sleep deprivation I found it to be the funniest thing I had heard in a long time. So now it’s our official theme song for the remainder of the month. Yes, we have a theme song. You should really get one.
And thanks, Deek, for being my best Okie from Muskogee.
Judson has a few favorite spots in our new house. One of those is standing in the dining room chair by the window observing the neighborhood. The fingerprint smudges on the window tell the story, and we love those little smudges!
Deek and I love his little personality. He’s so bright and curious.
Today for Sunday dinner we’re having an old faithful- chicken and rice. Deek requested it, and told me it made him reminisce about being a little boy eating Sunday dinner with his family.
He sure does love his mama and her cooking.
So I got out my tried-and-true pressure cooker. Grandma Shirley insisted when we got married that I needed one of those, and when Grandma Shirley insists you know you need it.
She taught me to make her chicken and dumplings in that pressure cooker, and I’m sure Grandma’s chicken and dumplings are one of the many reasons Deek loves me.
A pressure cooker is kind of scary at the beginning if you’ve never used one, but one lesson from Grandma Shirley and you’re hooked. It’s like magic. You throw a whole chicken and some seasoning in it, lock the lid, and check it after a little while. The result is the most tender, fall off the bone chicken with the perfect chicken stock.