1 up, 19 to go

First, a question - how many teeth do we have? Well, if you are a baby (and are reading this ?!) you will eventually have 20 teeth, known as deciduous teeth. And if you are Tessa, you just got your first one. It does me no good to complain about not having a camera because you can't see it yet, but if you put your finger in her mouth, trust me, you'll know its there.

2 down 7 to go

For those of you waiting, full of anxiety, you'll be excited (and proud, like I am) to know that Aaron passed his second architectural licensing exam. Now on to Structures.

Beef Stroganoff

I need to write down a recipe that I made yesterday but I am too lazy to get up and get a pen. So I think this is an appropriate time to add recipe postings to my blog. I know you've all been waiting with garlic'd breath for this moment...

...and we are starting with

BEEF STROGANOFF (in the crock pot)

1 lb stew meat or ground beef, uncooked.
1 can of cream of celery soup.
1 packet of Lipton Onion Soup mix.
1 cup of water.
2 teaspoons minced garlic.
4 oz. cream cheese.

So, I'll admit, it was the morning of fast Sunday before I thought about using the crockpot to make the meal OR taking the stew meat out of the freezer. So I plopped the meat and other ingredients into the crock pot at 10:30, frozen solid. When I got home from church at 4:30 the house was bathed in a rich aroma of yumminess.

I added some milk to desired thickness and served over egg noodles cooked al dente.

Aaron and I had to arm wrestle over the leftovers...well actually, since he knew he would beat me he was nice and we just split them evenly.

An Upset

I haven't watched a single football game this season. I'd have to say the largest reason is the fact that we don't get a television signal, or at least we don't get a clear signal.

Last night however, that didn't stop us from rigging the antenna so that we got a fuzzy black and white picture of the Superbowl. It was reminiscent of my childhood in the late 50s. The audio was only fuzz so we turned it down and listened to the game on the radio.

I think that proves we are real fans, after all, we didn't get to hear the commercials or the half time show.

The first quarter I was futzing around in the kitchen so I missed the points scored in that quarter. Then the second quarter I was putting Tessa to bed, and nothing happened in the game. Aaron slept through half time and we both fought sleep through the uneventful 3rd quarter. Well uneventful unless you count Tom Brady getting sacked nearly every play a non-event - come on defensive line! (Is that what they are called?)

Then the 4th quarter - the Giants scored and were ahead. Finally the Pats started playing the game and drove the ball up the field for a beautiful touchdown. There was a little more than two minutes left and it should have been New England's game (oh, the "should haves") but the Giants managed a touchdown with 40 seconds to go - and WON! I went to bed with a stomach ache. I didn't actually know I cared so much. 18-1. 18-1.

18-1.

Home Movie Time

I haven't posted pictures lately and I have a sad excuse. I dropped my camera a few weeks ago and therefore haven't taken any pictures. Luckily, we recovered our hard drive that crashed in September and so I've had a chance to go through Tessa's baby pictures, which of course are darling, and found a video I'm going to share.

When I watched this (long video) I understood what my dad meant when he said he was "scared to hold Tessa" in July when they came to visit. At the time, I thought she was so big and so tough, but watching this, well, I can't remember her being so tiny and helpless. In fact, to be honest, if someone dropped the tiny baby in this video in my arms, I'd be afraid also.


(Don't you just want to say "Be careful with that baby!")

P.S. If I mention that Tessa is nearly one, does it explain the nearly constant trip down memory lane that is, of late, my life?