Things that go "Click" in the Night

I have been a night-owl lately, and not by choice.  The little "nugget", or "peanut" or "p-nugget", as we've taken to calling her, likes to eat.  A lot.  

So, I get up.  A lot.  And try to stay awake.  That's where my iPhone has come in handy.  I can catch-up on Facebook and Twitter - not that I really remember what I'm reading, but hey, it keeps me awake.

It's during these times that I have been finding new Apps for my iPhone and I thought I'd share a couple of my recent favorites with you.

Some of you know that I am a Mark Bittman fan.  I love his books, his column, and now his "Slog", which is a combination "salon" & "blog."  

So, I was ecstatic to find his "How to Cook Everything" App for the iPhone - and only $1.99 - for a limited time!

The next App I came across will help me when I'm knitting and don't have time to run 

to the local yarn shop for help.  It's the Vogue Knitting app. 

I like that it has a "Stitchionary" and also goes over basic techniques, as well as 

help "fixing" your mistakes.

Always nice to know that inspiration is only a "click" away when I'm up in the middle of 

the night.  God bless the "P-Nugget."  And I won't be sad when she starts 

sleeping through the night!

The Real "Tired" Housewife of Sheboygan County

Motherhood Can be a Pain in the Neck - but it's Worth it!

We've been home from the NICU for 8 days now, and there's one thing I've learned:  Motherhood can wreak havoc on your neck & shoulders!  I am prone to back pain anyway from my years of gymnastics & cheerleading, but there's nothing like gazing downward toward your adorable child to put a kink in your neck.  Two trips to the chiropractor seem to have helped, but I'm hoping I figure something out soon! 

Any suggestions out there for avoiding the new mother syndrome?  How can I avoid looking down at something this cute?!

The Real Housewife of Sheboygan County

Tribute to My Grandaddy:

My Grandaddy passed away yesterday at the age of 91.  He had lots of experiences in his life and we all learned a lot from him.  Here is a tribute I wrote for him:

Granny saying Goodbye - they were married almost 75 years

Tribute to Grandaddy:

I’m sorry that I didn’t get a chance to say goodbye, but I know that you will understand, as I am busy caring for your great-granddaughter, Mary-Claire, and she really needs me right now.

Many kids don’t get to spend much time with their grandparents, but we were lucky in that we spent lots of time with you, especially in the hot summer.  I remember the house before you got air conditioning, something in your later years you couldn’t imagine living without.  If the breeze was blowing from the right (or wrong) direction, the smell from the hog houses was stifling.  Thank goodness you finally gave in and put in central air!  It was worth the money, wasn’t it?

You taught me how to drive when I was probably 11 years old.  Many of my friends didn’t have that opportunity.  I saw calves and pigs being born, rode with you to “count cows”, went to horse shows at the Boone County Fair, an occasional ham breakfast, and we can’t forget the “fiddle contest” that you liked so much.

You took the grandkids to Disneyland and bought our first cars.  You always had “a little money” to give us before we left and told us to “watch our pocketbooks.”  You took us on our first train trip from Jefferson City to Kansas City just because we’d never ridden a train.  You made sure we “spoke to people”. 

As we grew older, you were interested in our careers, but I’m not sure you ever really understood what we did.  It was so different from hauling lime, or farming, but we carried everything you taught us about hard work and being willing to go the extra mile to our “newfangled” jobs and became successful. 

I hope to pass along all the good things your taught me to my daughter, and although you could be cantankerous and bossy, your heart was always in the right place.

As you enter the Lord’s Kingdom, say hello to all those we have lost.  And if it snows and ices up there, make sure to “watch the bridges.” 

Thanks, Grandaddy for everything!

Love,
Kristi