tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2035557836022548249.post4857754461328976342..comments2024-01-17T03:54:39.225-05:00Comments on Hieing to Kolob: The Day My Domesticity DiedBored in Vernalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14016611721544251941noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2035557836022548249.post-76651043002385121562008-06-12T08:36:00.000-04:002008-06-12T08:36:00.000-04:00Late comment, but just to point out more of your s...Late comment, but just to point out more of your superhuman tendancies...child #1 was 13 years old when that incident occured that means you dealt with 13 years of domesticity of insane proportions...I know I am child #1 but really, mother i did not throw myself under the table that was reserved for the special times you "didn't understand me", and #2 was a veggitarian by then...but point taken.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2035557836022548249.post-5902585483613605332008-05-21T04:00:00.000-04:002008-05-21T04:00:00.000-04:00Thanks so much for the link and the nice complimen...Thanks so much for the link and the nice compliment (yum, better than cookies). For the record, I can't cook. AT ALL. Luckily, DH can.TheOneTrueSuehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04756132396031048647noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2035557836022548249.post-61319799487032138802008-05-20T14:44:00.000-04:002008-05-20T14:44:00.000-04:00Oh no, it did not destroy his domesticity. Far fr...Oh no, it did not destroy his domesticity. Far from it!<BR/><BR/>But it did make him more selective about when and on whom he bestows his domestic bounties.John Gustav-Wrathallhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03557940681381951271noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2035557836022548249.post-26064154337652666302008-05-20T13:42:00.000-04:002008-05-20T13:42:00.000-04:00Aw, that's just sad. I would love to sample Göran...Aw, that's just sad. I would love to sample Göran's cooking! Hope the experience did not destroy his domesticity. :)Bored in Vernalhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14016611721544251941noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2035557836022548249.post-53036111979714329402008-05-20T10:05:00.000-04:002008-05-20T10:05:00.000-04:00The first time Göran's family came to visit, his n...The first time Göran's family came to visit, his nieces were in the 6-12 age range. Göran is a domestic god, and he puts lots of love into delicious and fancy meals. He was so excited about the arrival of his family, he planned a delicious quiche.<BR/><BR/>Our experience was similar. The sister-in-law stared at it and wouldn't touch it. "What is that?" she asked. He gave her the ingredients. "Oh. Egg pie," she said, nibbling tentatively. The kids fussed and wouldn't touch it, and cried and complained until Göran sullenly marched back into the kitchen and made spaghetti. Plain spaghetti with plain Ragu spaghetti sauce micro-wave heated and poured over the spaghetti with Kraft parmesan cheese sprinkled on top.<BR/><BR/>He never baked for them again. It was spagetti and peanut-butter-jelly sandwiches from then on.John Gustav-Wrathallhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03557940681381951271noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2035557836022548249.post-63422141540368723412008-05-20T08:24:00.000-04:002008-05-20T08:24:00.000-04:00Touche.Touche.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2035557836022548249.post-39701272937350584902008-05-20T00:57:00.000-04:002008-05-20T00:57:00.000-04:00and MarkIV, the Oreo passing sounds like fun. I k...and MarkIV, the Oreo passing sounds like fun. I knew there was a reason I wanted the priesthood.Bored in Vernalhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14016611721544251941noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2035557836022548249.post-84380485062876392692008-05-20T00:55:00.000-04:002008-05-20T00:55:00.000-04:00Thank you for the support, my lovelies. You made ...Thank you for the support, my lovelies. You made my day. But I have a feeling DH isn't going to be too happy with me when he reads this post. <BR/><BR/>Seth, thanks for the parenting advice. It works fine when your kids are under 6 and you maybe have 3 or less. You may find that it's much less effective when you are completely outnumbered and they are old enough to get out of bed when you are asleep and make themselves a peanut butter sandwich. :)Bored in Vernalhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14016611721544251941noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2035557836022548249.post-80381239511074266052008-05-19T23:31:00.000-04:002008-05-19T23:31:00.000-04:00It really doesn't matter how much is "broken" at t...It really doesn't matter how much is "broken" at this point. The glory of convert/mission/temple marriage after only 3 months/8 babies in a short time frame totally outshines any resulting domesticity lameness for all time. We are not worthy.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2035557836022548249.post-64003661149996562222008-05-19T20:49:00.000-04:002008-05-19T20:49:00.000-04:00You mean you had 2 nursing, we-can-only-guess-how-...You mean you had 2 nursing, we-can-only-guess-how-many in diapers, you made something really special that you were proud of and it was spurned even though you had thoughtfully provided a special incentive and THEN your husband undermined you in front of the family?!?!<BR/><BR/>I think he's a lucky man that only your zeal for cooking was broken! <BR/><BR/>anonymous aliceAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2035557836022548249.post-73865339913844235802008-05-19T18:40:00.000-04:002008-05-19T18:40:00.000-04:00Oh, honey, that something has broken in me hundred...Oh, honey, that something has broken in me hundreds of times, too...<BR/><BR/>And thanks for the shout-out! I'm glad you enjoyed the post.Suburban Correspondenthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11488916572135296650noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2035557836022548249.post-59140202946842043122008-05-19T17:32:00.000-04:002008-05-19T17:32:00.000-04:00By the way, someone could stand to tell your husba...By the way, someone could stand to tell your husband, that you don't contradict your spouse in front of the kids. Ever. Unless she's going to break their arms or do permanent damage, you shut up and talk/fight about it later.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2035557836022548249.post-13546561182657917942008-05-19T17:28:00.000-04:002008-05-19T17:28:00.000-04:00Rule at our house is: you don't eat what's on your...Rule at our house is: you don't eat what's on your dinner plate, you don't eat. End of story. We don't care if they sit there and stare at the plate. They sit until mom and dad are finished and then they are free to clear their place setting and leave.<BR/><BR/>But they don't get anything else to eat. Period. They go to bed hungry. We figure if they were really hungry, they would have eaten dinner.<BR/><BR/>I think one thing that helps somewhat, is that my wife and I, honestly, don't really care if they're happy or not. So that leverage really isn't there.<BR/><BR/>My feeling on parenting is - I'm not your buddy. I'm not your friend. I'm your dad. And you'll eat what you're given.<BR/><BR/>Make a big enough scene about it, and you'll go to bed too.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2035557836022548249.post-3234642745313553072008-05-19T17:11:00.000-04:002008-05-19T17:11:00.000-04:00sounds like your burnt out. I wouldn't blame you ...sounds like your burnt out. I wouldn't blame you with everything that's on your plate and the things you've done.lucyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14896939060612087353noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2035557836022548249.post-80187744269264886952008-05-19T15:07:00.000-04:002008-05-19T15:07:00.000-04:00And two nursing at the same time? Wow. I'll bet ...And two nursing at the same time? Wow. <BR/><BR/>I'll bet your calling and election has already been made sure.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2035557836022548249.post-50158487858500738212008-05-19T15:05:00.000-04:002008-05-19T15:05:00.000-04:00Careful with the Oreos there, BiV. You are displa...Careful with the Oreos there, BiV. You are displaying lowdown, man-like tendencies which will result in a loss of feminine specialness if you don't watch out. :-)<BR/><BR/>My priesthood quorum meets in the hich concil room for class and there is just enough room for us all to sit around the big table. Somebody always brings a package of Oreos and passes it around. If the package is at the other end of the table and you want seconds, you just interrupt the teacher and ask for them. Somebody slides the package down the table to you, like sliding a beer mug down a bar. Of course, there are always the obligatory comments, like "Well brother B., it looks lke you have already had more than your share, HOHOHO!"<BR/><BR/>On the way home from church, we talk about our respective priesthood and RS lessons. Even though they are from the same manual, there are differences that cause my wife to just shake her head. She is rendered speechless.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com