Butter, Cont'd

In my email this morning...

 

Not sure how Amazon figured out that butter is a theme around here, but they are right that we need a replacement butter dish. 

They suggested this snazzy little number:

 

While it migh match my beloved (and yes, despite my misadventures, still alive!) Kitchenaid (although from the pictures it looks like they might just clash catastrophically), my dishes are actually white... so I was leaning towards replacing my white butter dish with another white one.  You know, when I actually dare to replace it and risk repeating the whole scenario.  As it is, the bottom, dish part technically is fine, it was the lid part that broke into the neighborhood of five pieces, so we can just keep using it for a while.

As an aside, I love how that last sentence makes it look like we have a tough, possibly mafia involved butter dish going around breaking into entire neighborhoods. No small timer here.  On that note, beware, y'all, we're not a family to be messed with... apparently even our butter dish has a criminal record!

With that bit of silliness, I'll close... hope your Monday is off to a good start... :)

Nathan and Butter

In my last post I referenced Nathan and butter, and then I realized I had only shared one (1!) of the many notable butter incidents of his lifetime.  I don't know why.  Maybe because it might make me look like a bad parent?  Anyway.

 

Nathan, about a year

 

But the humor value is too high to keep these to myself.  Besides, if I chronicle them here someday perhaps I can compile them and print them out and embarrass my children when they're teenagers fondly recall the unpredictability of life with small children funny things my kiddos did.

Butter incidents 1 through [approximately] 247: In the early days of having two, when Nathan was 14 months and felt that every obstacle in his path was put there as a challenge to his climbing skills, and Miriam was nursing a lot, and Mama was too forgetful to put the butter in the cupboard after meals, Nathan was  found on the table many times, sitting next to the butter dish, with butter smeared all over the table, himself, and the butter dish, naturally.  It was spring/summertime, so the warmth was very conducive to smearable butter! 

 

Nathan, about 14 months

wow, this picture is making me crave summer!

Butter incident 248: Recently on the way to church we thought he was quiet in the back seat because he was asleep. Not so. Halfway there, I twisted myself around in my seat to discover that he was quiet because he had reached the stick of butter intended for the potluck food, unwrapped it, broken it in two, smeared it on his coat, pants, hands, face, and carseat, and eaten about 1/8 of it.  Thankfully, I am a chronic overpacker, and had two choices of spare pants, sweats and dress pants, and we took the jacket off him in the parking lot, so we managed to appear nearly as presentable as usual.  Except I can't remember if that is the week we forgot his shoes and he wore only socks all day?  Possibly.  I think maybe it was but I was so relieved at finding the spare dress pants in the bottom of the bag that trivialities like shoes were no big deal to me.  I don't know why they would be anyway, but the butter threw things into perspective that morning for me!

 

Nathan sleeping (about 15 months)  :)

Adventure, right? :)

Yesterday

 At 8.30 AM, we kicked things off by breaking the lid to the butter dish.  Butter is a theme in Nathan's life, so he did the honors. 

Shortly after, I shut the oven and the outer part of the oven door fell right off onto the floor. I kid you not.

Then I changed two poopy diapers.  Breakfast happened at some point. And it wasn't very healthy.

And then my favorite hair clip broke.  And the guard gate.

Thankfully by that time it was time for lunch and then naps, so the crazy level went down considerably.  :)  

And stayed mostly down for the rest of the day.  

Micah got home earlier than usual, fixed the oven door, then blessed me and made dinner (!) and then hung out with Nathan so I could do some writing.  Very relaxing, especially since it challenges me in a very different way than broken butter dishes do! :)