Ode to Frances

I made scalloped potatoes from scratch this weekend. Once when I was little, Frances had me over and we made scalloped potatoes by layering cheese, flour, and cream over sliced potatoes. I must admit, mine were better because
a) I used salt, and
b) because I made a roux first and added the milk and cheese creating a cream sauce first, so my sauce wasn't lumpy.
Hmmm, although I don't remember Frances' potatoes running over in the oven causing the kitchen to smoke up. Regardless - here's to you Frances!

Weekend Update

The weather was so crummy on Sunday, we stayed inside and played with the dog.
Iris likes the way her voice echoes in this bucket. It reminds me of the scene in Parenthood when Justin smashes into a wall repeatedly with a bucket on his head and the mother remarks "he likes to BUTT things with his head." That's our Iris!

Here, Iris climbed into the basket and Mommy threw a pillow on top of her and started rocking her back and forth. You can see how much she hates it.

Ah the dual bath. It's a great idea in theory. But Nora has some issues with bathtime on occassion. She clearly had some sort of water-related accident in a past-life. She cries hysterically if we add bubbles to her bath and about 3 minutes after this shot was snapped, cried hysterically when I tried to wash Iris' hair. Ah well. Never let this kid see Jaws!

A few weekends ago, Mark and I got a babysitter and had a nice date night. We went out to dinner and headed down to the Plaza for their Waterfire show. Some performance artist builds floating bonfires on the creek and there are performers and food vendors, etc. I was really excited....Mark thought it was a pretty big case of the empties. Regardless, we were out of the house together! Here's the pic....