Seven Quick Takes #7QT: Turkey, Potter, and New Year’s

1.

We are ending this year on a BANG with illnesses all around. Both yesterday and the day before Andy went to bed with the kids. At 7pm. And last night my mum was gone, so I was all by my onesie.

2. 

Inadvertently and not at all connected, I found that Netflix has a fireplace video feed. But it’s not just one fireplace “show”. It’s “Fireplace For Your Home Birchwood Edition.”

Just let that sink in. Birchwood edition. *what’s the difference?*

There is also the ‘classic’ which I can only assume is non-birch, and the other one which has music as well.

Peeps, I’ve got choices. I only wish I had found this before Christmas. Maybe tomorrow i’ll be risque and use the one with music.

3.

I bought myself a new toy. It’d be shiny except that it’s white and chrome coloured, and more matte. But new.

You see, I have grand plans. And if they fall through, then I can record myself singing all the Draco and the Malfoys that I could ever want. Then I’ll put them in a file for my kids to deal with when I die. Wouldn’t that be a surprise.

“Why is mom singing this wretched strange music? I mean, I know she liked the Harry Potter books, but she sounds like a cat drowning. Whatever that sounds like.”

 

4.

Speaking of Potter, my grand plan for the year is to reread the whole series. I’m quite thrilled with the idea, as it’s been years since I’ve read the whole thing through. But oh – that last book…it kills me reading it toward the end. I love Lord of the Rings (books!) but they have nothing on the emotion this last book puts me through, in all its redeeming denouement.

5. 

We have almost finished up the last of our turkey from Christmas. I’m both thrilled and sad. Thrilled because most years we are home I get sick of it or don’t have the energy to make delicious turkey meals. However, this year I did have energy, so we enjoyed turkey sandwiches, turkey pot pie, and turkey soup (sooooo good!). I’m sad cause I love me a good meal, and this turkey’s done us well.

6.

New Years.

We have absolutely no plans for New Year’s celebrations outside of the home. It reflects an unfortunate social state (as I think most parents of young children also can attest to), but I’m content ’cause then I can just pajama my way through the night. Also, the family is sick and unlikely to get better by Saturday night, so it’s best we only infect ourselves.

We are planning to eat appies all late afternoon through the kids’ “midnight” (thank you king Julien on Netflix for this wonderful party of a deception) and up to midnight, if we can make it that long. Which I doubt. But if we’re feeling up to it, we’ll have a rowdy game of StarCraft as per our norm. Though without Fr. Darryl this year, as he’s apparently got himself a social calendar this New Year’s with a friend who’s back from Rome for a bit.

*sigh*

One day Andy and I might be social again. Or at least I will be. I think Andy would forever like to hide in a room with a computer.

7. 

Strange question: Can illness make someone sleep talk? I mentioned that Andy’s been sick like the kids, but last night, when he had a fever, he could not stop sleep talking which is totally and completely not his norm. And this guy’s suffered from insomnia, so he knows lack of sleep and it’s never been and issue of sleep talking because of lack of sleep. But really. I had to excuse myself for the evening and play Goldilocks between a different bed and a couch before I could find peace. And I won’t go into details about the children’s inability to remain asleep. The poor sickies. And tired mama. 

Seriously, though, can illness induce sleep talking? I’m so perplexed.

Linking up with Kelly

Despite It All

Despite our turn of ill health, we had our own version of high tea here yesterday. The kids ate crustless sandwiches, drank tea from fancy cups (I only had two), and enjoyed crumpets with jam and whipped cream for dessert. They loved it. And they learned all about manners. High Tea manners. To which they promptly disregarded mostly, but still, it was there. We had a great time and I think it should become a Nana tradition to have “High Tea” whenever she comes (yes, mum?). Will need to find a better source of bread and crumpets, though. Or perhaps make scones.

And in the health department, we are still struggling. Somehow everyone but me has contracted a second virus, one that causes a high fever. Cassia seems to be taking the brunt of it right now – hoping it will clear up very soon. Poor girl 🙁 Though it seems to be affecting Spencer’s sleep and he’s waking up in night terrors again, which is no fun for anyone. The kids are definitely getting many opportunities to watch their new Cat.Chat shows during the day, at any rate.

And in other news, tomorrow is a very merry Christmas for Andy and I…


On the fourth day of Christmas my true love gave to me four calling birds, three French hens, two turtle doves and a partridge in a pear tree.

Boxing Day. Catapult Style.

Spencer had a thrilling day today putting together his catapult with Andy.

And then we played Yahtzee for the first time with him, which he completely loved.

Getting ready for the roll

Headsmack for missing the full house.

Learning how mistakes can be sometimes used elsewhere (eg. highroll).

Looking Back

This little girl fell sick with the flu on Christmas day. Was sound asleep on the couch while shows were being watched. Poor little sick cutie. Still had a fever today, but was going down by the end of the day.

Wearing her new ‘Pinkie Pie’ My Little Pony sweater over her Christmas dress…She looks so cute in the sweater! It has a mane and ears…

She loved her turkey leg 🙂

Going for seconds.

The hero of the meal – my mom. She made most of what we ate (except the broccoli – I made that one).

Hero of the after-meal – deboning the turkey and keeping the bones for turkey stock.

And I did make the turkey stock. It’s currently cooling in the bain marie. Which is the sink.

And tomorrow, it might be a turkey soup day!

Merry Christmas again, enjoy the rest of your second day of Christmas (turtle doves!) and tomorrow, as well (French hens! What’s so special about them being French? Anyone?).