Happy Birthday to Me!

Today is my birthday... So, in honor of Me, here is a list of 100 things about me. It was from my other blog, but I decided to move it here. A friend had challenged me to come up with the list.
1. I love being a Mommy

2. I really wanted a little girl, but God blessed me with a son. I have fallen so in love with him, that I actually kind of hope that our next baby is another boy.

3. I would go barefoot all the time if that was possible

4. I would much rather be cold than hot. When you're cold, you can always add layers, but when you're hot, it's not like you can run around naked.

5. Winter is my favorite season. I love to look at the snow, it is so beautiful... but it is best enjoyed from the comfort of the house or car - with the heater on.

6. I have never drank so much that I threw up or passed out.

7. I am adopted

8. I take pride in being a "know-it-all." I am almost always right and sometimes, you can even win money from your brother-in-law when you are indeed correct.

9. When winning said money from said brother-in-law, I used to think... hmmm what will I buy myself. Now I think, hmmm... what will I buy for Dillon.

10. I love all things Disney. Disneyland, DisneyWorld, Disney Movies...My head is so full with Disney Trivia. My brain absorbs it like a sponge.

11. My dream kitchen would have 3 ovens and 2 dishwashers. The kitchen I am actually getting is going to have 2 ovens and 1 dishwasher. I have room for 3 ovens and 2 dishwashers, but I'm being realistic... I really don't need 3 ovens and 2 dishwashers.

12. One of my favorite hobbies is planning parties (for myself and helping others.) I love putting together all the details - the menu, entertainment, the decorations... My favorite party so far was Jason's 30th birthday party, followed by my GameNight New Year's Party.

13. I really enjoy cooking. I even have a few "signature" dishes that get lots of requests at family get togethers.

14. I like eating spicy foods. I didn't used to. Kung Pao Chicken & Buffalo Chicken Strips are my favorite spicy foods.

15. I have no sisters... but I have a brother and 3 step-brothers. I always wished I had a sister.

16. I like swimming, but I HATE getting my hair wet while swimming.

17. I finally like my hair. Shorter, darker and straight. Jason likes it the "natural" way - Longer, blonder and curly.

18. I would much rather load the dishwasher than unload it and put the dishes away.

19. My favorite restaurant is Ruth's Chris. Too bad it's so expensive.

20. Even though I love cooking, I would eat out every day if I could. And by eating out, I don't mean take-out.

21. I like chocolate. My favorite is dark chocolate.

22. I don't really like pizza, but I craved it while I was pregnant.

23. I have been in love three times. Two of those I still am in love with - Jason & Dillon.

24. I love riding roller coasters. I wish I could find one that was actually scary.

25. I can't wait to go back to Hawaii. I loved it there so much.

26. I hate that like 99% of frozen foods have those stupid red peppers in them. It ruins the food.

27. I would love to visit Ireland, New Zealand, Australia and England. The closest I have come to traveling the world was going to the World Showcase at Epcot

28. I rode Mission: Space at Epcot.

29. I am not a morning person. I like staying up late.

30. My favorite thing to drink is Iced Tea. It must have lots of ice in it. I hate Iced Tea without ice.

31. I love going to the spa. It is a really nice treat. It's so nice to feel pampered every once in a while.

32. I have more than one "baby Einstein" cd on my iPod.

33. I once had yearly passes to Disneyland and Knott's Berry Farm at the same time

34. Cutting Dillon's nails is one of the scariest things I have to do on a reoccurring basis.

35. I sometimes forget peoples names and it's usually the people who I am closest to.

36. I love getting all dressed up, but hate wearing heals.

37. The time I was most scared when I was car jacked

38. I cry easily. I cry watching movies, tv and even at commercials.

39. I have only been in one car accident and it wasn't my fault.

40. I sing in the shower and I sing in the car. I love to sing!

41. I used to feel jealous of pregnant ladies because I wanted a baby. Now I am jealous of pregnant ladies because I loved being pregnant and I really miss it.

42. I make homemade cards. I have made our Christmas cards more than once.

43. I love taking pictures.

44. I like Chicken McNuggets from McDonalds. My favorite are the round ones.

45. I am a licensed Real Estate Agent. I doubt I will ever use my license.

46. I am a licensed ter mite inspector.

47. My most embarrassing moment in high school was getting knocked over onto my head in the quad at Saddie Hawkins my senior year.

48. I once wanted to marry Prince William. Instead, I married a different prince

49. I don't really like going to the beaches here in So. Cal. I hate how you feel dirty when you leave.

50. I am a HUGE hockey fan! I love the Ducks & seeing the fights

51. My favorite football team is the Patriots...

52. I love Tom Brady

53. I own a Nintendo Game Cube. I played it almost everyday for an entire year.

54. I don't like staying by myself over night. I'll admit it - I'm a big chicken.

55. I usually don't watch the news. It's always sad.

56. I was a cheerleader in high school, but really didn't like football (or understand it for that matter)

57. I like being the one who retrieves the mail from the mail box. I get mad at Jason when he grabs it first to annoy me.

58. I think that being a stay at home mom is the greatest job in the world. I love it. I don't think everyone is cut out to do it and if you don't like it you should work outside the home.

59. I like buying new clothes for myself. I am always happy when we have to go to an "event" because then I can get a new outfit.

60. I love buying new clothes for Dillon. It's become almost an obsession.

61. I love rainbows. They make me happy and remind me of God's promise.

62. I am addicted to Rachael Ray. 30 Minute Meals is GREAT and the food she makes is Yum-o. Her talk show is the only talk show that I watch.

63. My favorite movie soundtrack is from Edward Scissorhands. I walked down the aisle to the song "Ice Dance"

64. I miss performing on stage. Acting and Singing - I miss both.

65. I loved singing in the Fullerton College Concert Choir. The audition for that was really nerve racking.

66. It bugs me when a couple sit next to each other in a restaurant. The should sit across from each other. Do they sit side by side at home?

67. I am afraid of spiders.

68. I am hooked on reruns of Murder, She Wrote.

69. I have a fear of running. I always worry that I will fall.

70. I am afraid of riding a bike for the same reason.

71. My biggest irrational fear is falling and breaking my front teeth

72. I have 3 nieces and 4 nephews

73. My fantasy football team went to the "Superbowl" my first year playing. I was the only girl and I beat all the boys.

74. I love listening to Christmas music. I have been known to pop in a Christmas CD in July.

75. I like to save my Christmas and Birthday cards.

76. My favorite day of the week is Wednesday.
77. I have broken my arms a total of 3 times.

78. I have been married for over 5 years.

79. I spend way too much time online.

80. I do not tan - I only burn.

81. I love the sound of Dillon's laugh

82. I like watching cartoons.

83. I like playing games on pogo.com

84. I love shopping at Target. I spend way too much money there.

85. My first job was a photographer.

86. I worked in a library.

87. I sang on worship team at 2 churches.

88. I don't like to drink milk. I only like it in my cereal or if it's chocolate.

89. I love making gift baskets for people. It's my favorite way to give a gift.

90. I watch the ABC Soaps. I have for as long as I can remember.

91. The first concert I went to was New Kids on the Block (kind of embarrassing to admit).

92. I also went to see Paula Abdul.

93. I have seen the Dixie Chicks in concert 5 times. I even saw them in Las Vegas.

94. I always put my shopping cart back in the collection area. It irks me when people just leave them where ever they fancy.

95. I love the sound of an English or Australian accent - Especially on a cute guy :)

96. I have read all of the Harry Potter Books twice.

97. I love going to Sea World. I can't wait until Dillon is old enough to take him there.

98. The first time I felt Dillon kick was at a Ducks game. The first time I felt him go nuts was at the Kelly Clarkson concert.

99. I am a HUGE procrastinator

100. It took me way longer than I would have ever imagined to come up with this list.


My Birthday

Well, Wednesday is my birthday and the celebrating is already almost over. I've already had my birthday dinners and opened 99% of my presents (or I should say that I helped open my presents - Dillon wouldn't leave them alone). There is only 1 slice of cake left. But, so far, it has been a great birthday. I got to eat at 2 of my favorite places - Ruth's Chris and Lucille's Smokehouse. I got lots of wonderful presents: a new Coach purse and wallet, a bunch of goodies from Crate & Barrel, gift cards to Target (my home away from home) and some money (which will be spent at C & B). It was really cool - I got presents each day from Wednesday until today - it was nice to not open them all at once. I don't have much else to say about my "birthweek" except: Thank you every one!! and here are some pictures:


Grey's Anatomy

Grey's Anatomy is my favorite show. I am never disappointed and am often surprised and even sometimes floored by what happens. That being said, last nights conclusion to the 3 part Ferry episode stunk. Seriously. (If you watch Grey's and haven't seen last nights episode, I wouldn't read any farther until you do.)

The first 2 of the 3 were fantastic. My jaw practically hit the floor when Meredith asked if she was dead and Denny replied "You bet you are." Oh my gosh - Denny! and the Bomb guy!! Brilliant. And then there was the whole Ferry stuff. So chaotic. So amazing. I actually felt overwhelmed.

Then comes last nights "devastating conclusion" as the commercials has said. It was totally obvious that Meredith was not going to die. After all, it's "Grey's Anatomy," so how could they possibly kill of Grey? Seriously, I mean, it's not like they would rename it to McDreamy's Anatomy. And since they called it devastating, I knew someone had to die and my first guess was Ellis.

So, the whole episode didn't stink. There were a few good moments. I loved when Christina went shopping at the 99 cent store and then she showed all the stuff to Joe. She was so impressed that you could get furniture for 99 cents. Too funny. And then, I cried when she came in the room where they were working on Meredith and she made them try again to save her after they had stopped. It was great to see Ellis tell Meredith that she wasn't ordinary. But my favorite part of the whole episode was the ending. I cried again - and harder - when Izzy and Denny passed each other in the hall and she stopped. So sad but so wonderful.


Little Idol

Dillon really loves music. He loves listening to The Wiggles, loves when mommy sings to him. He wiggles back and forth to whatever happens to be on the radio. And now, he claps to music, too.

Jason and I watch (insert groan here) American Idol. Last night when the Top 12 Men were performing, Dillon would not go to bed. So he just sat out in the living room with us, playing with his toys and crawling over Mommy and Daddy. He was sitting on Jason when Chris Richardson came on. Dillon turned his head towards the TV and started waving. We both laughed so hard. And then, when he started singing, Dillon clapped along. It was too cute. Looks like we have a future "idol" on our hands.


Bad Night

My poor little man is sick. He has been coughing and sneezing and has had a fever off and on since Friday. Plus, to top it off, I'm pretty sure that he is teething again - he is drooling so much - it's like somebody turned on a faucet. Last night was the worst. He woke up every 2 hours from the time I put him to bed. 10:30, 12:30, 2:30, 4:30 and then he got up at 7:30. When he woke up at 2:30, it was 4:00 before I even got to bed. I don't think I really slept much. I feel so sad for him. It seems like there is so little that you can do for them when they are sick, except for hold them and love them.

I took him to see his pediatrician this morning and it turns out that the poor little guy has double ear infections. She put him on an antibiotic for 10 days. Is it any wonder that he didn't sleep? Throughout it all, he has been in a really great mood. He's the complete opposite of his mommy - when I'm sick - look out world here comes a big grouch. Hopefully, now that he has some of his antibiotic, he will sleep better tonight.


New Seat

Today I made a sad realization... My baby boy is turning into a little boy. He has officially outgrown his infant car seat. I vividly remember installing his Graco SnugRide into my car almost a year ago. After it was installed, I then double checked that it was in correctly. And after I double checked it, I triple checked it. I made sure I knew what every button and buckle was for. I remember putting Dillon in it for the first time when we were bringing him home from the hospital. He looked so small in his car seat...

Well, today, I have replaced his baby car seat with a "big boy" car seat. He will now be cruising in his posh Britax Marathon seat. The box says that it is "First Class Travel For Children." It feels really soft, like velvet. In fact, I wouldn't mind siting in it.

When I put him in it for the first time, he seemed a little confused. He saw his old car seat on the garage floor and was reaching for it. Now that he has rode in it a couple of times, I think that he likes it. He is really quiet in it - quiet to the point that I thought he was sleeping. But, since it sits higher than the old seat, he is able to see out the window and really check things out. So, the times that I thought he was sleeping - he was actually looking out the window.

Well, here he is - all cozy in his new seat. At least he looks smaller in this seat...


Valentine's Day

Well, yesterday was Valentine's Day. I hope yours was good...

I had a really nice one. Jason and I decided that we didn't want to go out due to the amount of people that eat out on Valentine's Day. (Are you shocked? See I told you we don't always eat out!) If we went somewhere and had a long wait, then had to wait longer to get our food, and then for us to eat, I don't think Dillon would be too happy. He does really well when we go out to eat, but we have yet to go somewhere and spend several hours there with him. So, anyway, I cooked us a nice dinner. It took me forever to decide what I was going to make, but we were both happy with my choices... Jason & I dined on Onion Soup and we did Fondue (Dillon had carrots and cereal - and some of our chiabatta bread). I will admit, I went a little crazy with the fondue: I made 5 sauces (Curry sauce, Mustard sauce, Onion-Horseradish sauce, Benihana Cream sauce and a Ginger sauce) and 3 meat choices (Shrimp, Sirloin and Beef marinated in a Horseradish marinade). I will be the first to admit that I went a little overboard and made way too much. I made so much in fact, that guess what we are having for dinner tonight - that's right - FONDUE! It's a good thing that we liked it!

For dessert we had my "Famous" (and now award winning) Ooey-Gooey Peanut Butter-Chocolate Brownies. Jason had asked me to make them for a Valentine's Day Bake-Off at one of his clients' offices. Turns out that they are really good - They won 2nd place! I was happy especially since I didn't even know that there would be a contest.

I was so tired after all my cooking that I didn't do the dishes yet, so there is a sink full of dishes calling my name... Oh yea.


Dillon: Dog Person

Most people are either cat people or dog people. I think that Dillon has already made his decision. He is a dog person as he is terrified of cats.

Today we went on our weekly outing to my Sister-in-law's house. (Notice I said weekly, because this is important.) So, we get there and I bring Dillon in, in his carset. I put the carseat down and Sapphire (the kitty culprit) comes over to say Hello to Dillon. Meow... Now normally, Dillon just looks at the kitty or stares or sometimes he even smiles. And he has seen the cat many, many times over his 10 months on this planet (remember, I said we go there a lot?) But not today...

Meow. Dillon's little face scrunches up, his lips make a pout and he starts crying. A scared cry. We pick him up and he stops crying - that is until he see the cat again. Anytime the cat came near, he would do one of 4 things: turn his head away from Sapphire (out of sight out of mind), grab a fist full of shirt and cling on for dear life, try climbing up and over the shoulder of either Susan or me, or Cry.

Susan carried Dillon over to where Sas was perched on the table, Dillon clinging on with all his might, and I pet the kitty. Next we had Dillon pet the cat and he didn't seem to be as scared, until... Meow.

We were playing on the floor with Dillon and his toys. The cat walked over to check things out and Dillon climbs into my lap.

Oh well... Hopefully over time he will come to like cats (especially since he has to go around them quite a bit).


Dillon's Fortune

Last night we went out to dinner. I know what you're thinking, and no, we do not generally eat every meal out. We do go out maybe once or twice a week, but not often on the same day. The truth is, I love cooking. So, we were going to go to Taco Bell, but then on the way there, Jas decided that he didn't want Taco Bell. He had no idea what he wanted, so there we were aimlessly driving around. We finally chose to go to a different Mexican place (can you really call Taco Bell a Mexican place?) but then at the last second, we ended up going to a Mongolian BBQ.

I don't know if you have ever been to a Mongolian BBQ, but they are pretty cool. You pick out your (raw) meats, pile on your veggies, make a sauce concoction from all the different sauces, and then pile on the noodles to top it off. I have seen some people build their bowls to almost a foot high. Even though, we have been going to the BBQ for over 2 years, I am still mastering the art of bowl building. Anyway, after you build your bowl, you take it to the cooks who cook it on this gigantic griddle. It's a fun way to do dinner. Moving on with my tale...

So, I am up at the bar building my bowl, and I hear this baby scream. It sounds just like Dillon, but he rarely screams - and this baby is not happy - and Dilly is always happy. It was a short, mad yell. I look over to our table and Dillon is fine. As the guys are cooking my bowl, I hear the scream again. My eyes scan the restaurant and I don't find any other babies, so it must be him. I get back to the table and discover that one of the waitresses had given Dillon a Fortune Cookie. It was still in the wrapper and Jason had tried to take it away from him, which made Dillon VERY ANGRY! At this point, Dillon is happily waving around his wrapped cookie and banging it on the table. He hits it so many times that the package opens and the cookie falls out of the bag. I quickly whisk it out of sight and now the question becomes: How do I get the bag away from him? I try to take it from him - he screams. I give it back just as quick as I snatched it away. I try to make a trade - the wrapper for some Cheerios. He takes the Cheerios and, well, I get the short end of the stick. He got the O's and he still has the stupid wrapper. I decide to just let him have it, after all, he is happy. He is making so much noise: crinkling it and smacking the table, but no one really seems to mind - at least he is not screaming. Finally, he drops the wrapper on the floor. I tell Jason to slide it under the table before Dillon looks down and see it lying on the floor. He hasn't noticed yet that it is gone and once he does, it's gone forever. He is now happy without the dumb cookie and it's wrapper.

We have now entered a new Dillon stage: The "I want it and don't even think about taking it away from me or I'll scream my head off" phase. Oh boy! And the funny thing about Dillon and his new "talent" is that, well, he only screams when it's something he's not supposed to have. You take a toy away from him - he laughs. You grab his sucky out of his mouth - he smiles and then opens his mouth for you to put it back. He grabs a wipe (don't worry - it's clean) while you're changing him, you take that away from him - he screams and cries until you give it back.

Well, that is the end of this tale and if you were wondering, Jason ate the fortune cookie. Dillon's fortune was "Struggle as hard as you can for whatever you believe in." I guess in baby, that translates roughly to: Scream as long and loud as it take to get what you want.

Oh, and his lucky numbers were 1, 5, 18, 23, 47, 35...


The New Word

Today was an exciting day in the Slagle household...

Jason didn't have to work this morning, so we decided to go out to breakfast. It was pretty cool since how often do you get to go out to breakfast - as a family - on a weekday. The only time that this has ever happened for us, is when we have been on vacation. We didn't go anywhere all that special - just to IHOP - which is somewhere we never eat. Never. But, gasp, I felt like pancakes. Me, the one who doesn't eat breakfast foods for breakfast. Me, the "I'll have a club sandwich, no tomato with avocado" for breakfast girl. But, anyway, moving on... I was surprised to see how many youngish people there were eating breakfast, at 9:30 and on a Friday and in a restaurant, no less. I expected to see more older, retired people. Dillon sat in a "big boy" chair - which he loved. He really enjoys sitting in a high chair as opposed to being stuck in his baby car seat for the whole meal. He draws so much attention when we go out - more so now that he's not hidden away in his car seat. An older lady had to stop and tell us how cute he was on her way out and Dillon just had to flash his beautiful smile at her. And then there was the couple that sat in the booth next to our table - as soon as they sat down, Dillon turned on the charm. Well, anyway, none of this is really the point of my blog today, but it was exciting for us... so, once again, I'm moving on...

Dillon has been saying "mama" for months - since October, to be exact. He just babbles away, mamamamama. You say pretty much anything to him and his response is usually mamama or aaaaaaa. And if he wants your attention its: aa aa aa. You say "dada" to him, he says "mama" back. In fact, one day a few weeks ago, he got mad at Jason for saying "dada" to him. Their conversation went something like this:
Jas: da da
Dillon: ma ma
Jas: da da da
Dillon: a ma ma ma
Jason: da da
Dillon: MA MA!!!!!
We thought it was pretty funny, but still, I kinda felt bad. I have been working with Dillon on "da da" for months - even though Jason is convinced that I sit around all day just saying "ma ma".

Well, yesterday he upgraded his vocabulary to "yaya". Exciting! A new word. But, today, came a new word... finally, he uttered the word we have been waiting with baited breath for: da da.

When we got home from breakfast, Jason carried in the car seat and then took Dillon out. As soon as he popped up out of the chair, he smiled his huge heart melting smile at Jason and said "da da" and then hugged Jason. Jason & I looked at each other in surprise. My eyes watered and I swear that Jason was about to cry. It was really special and a great memory.


Behold the ugliness...

Well, here, as promised are the pictures of my kitchen...

The flooring. This picture makes it look not as ugly as it really is. In reality, it's more of a golden yellow with a dark brown - almost black design. And no, it's not dirty - it always looks that way!

And you just gotta love the wall paper circa the 80's. Beige with blueish flowers and orangeish squiggles. Peeling off the wall. Tons of holes from nails over the years. And then there are strange pencil marks - lines really - like maybe a growth chart? Don't really know what they are - I just know that they don't come off.

The lovely storage oven. Can't bake in it, so it just holds all my baking pans and stoneware. It does work, but the seals are old and cracked and it doesn't hold in the heat. It's just way more efficient to use it for storage. Oh, and the long cabinet to the right? That's our "pantry". Doesn't hold much. The shelves are so close together that you can't even put a box of cereal on them. Pointless really.

The previous owners put in a new entry to the kitchen. They never painted the new drywall and well, neither did we. Jason didn't want to "waste money" by painting it when we were going to redo the whole kitchen anyway. The best part is that the old owner (a contractor no less) put the plaster at the corner over the nasty wallpaper. That's going to be really fun to take the wall paper off - can't wait.

Not much to say but, yes those tiles are orange and brown and rust. And the hood vent is the color of coffee with cream and is probably from the 70's. You can see the top of one of the only functional things in the kitchen - our stove and working oven. Luckily, when we rented, we had to buy our own stove, so when Jason caught the one that came with the house on fire, we had a replacement already sitting in the garage.

This right here is basically ALL my storage. I really love the fact that it's less than a foot deep (haha) and the it won't even hold my serving platters. Simply marvelous! Oh, and the best part is that when we have earthquakes, it sorta swings back and forth. Really fun stuff!

These are the only drawers in the entire kitchen. That's it. Makes storing all my millions of cooking gadgets really challenging. Notice how weathered the wood is? Isn't it beautiful? How can you not love it?

Here I have zoomed in on the most decorated object in the kitchen. See all the nails that the old owners put in the face of the drawer to hold it on? I guess that 5 or 6 wouldn't cut it - they had to use 37 nails and 2 screws.
And if you still don't believe me that the kitchen is a scary place - here's the real proof: Dillon will not go in there on his own. He always stops when he gets to the edge of the carpet.

Well, there you have it. My kitchen. I hope I haven't given you nightmares...


Go Colts!!

Well, today is the day of the SuperBowl. Superbowl Sunday. I for one am excited this year. I actually care who wins today because one of my favorite teams and quarterbacks is playing. I am rooting for... you guessed it - Peyton Manning and the Colts. I say one of my favorite teams because I have 2. I am a through and through Tom Brady lover. In fact, I would leave Jason in a heartbeat for him and Jason knows it (don't feel too bad for him though - he would leave me even faster for Kelly Clarkson :))
But, today, it's all about the Colts. Peyton was my fantasy football quarterback all season and he led me and my team - the Dillonators - to the fantasy football superbowl and we won!! Me, the only girl, beat all the boys - Thanks in part to Mr. Manning! So today, I hope that he can do it again - this time for real!! That guy deserves a Superbowl ring. He truly is one of the best players ever. Lets just hope the the Indy defense shows up to the game.
And with that I am off to get ready to go to our Superbowl party, where this year, I will enjoy the game and not just the commercials.


The Metal Apple

So, I just finished giving Dillon his lunch and am a little freaked out by what happened while preparing it. I scoured the pantry and the fridge looking for something to give him to go with his cereal. There was the obvious choice of a container of baby food - peaches and carrots are his favorite. Then there was always the diced baby foods that come in the jar. But, since we are in the process of introducing him to "real people food," I decided to fore go food by Gerber and just chop him up an apple. He sat in his high chair, chomping on his cheerios and patiently waiting for me to mix the cereal and slice and dice up the apple. The apple was soft, but I decided that it could be a little softer, since the little guy only has two teeth. This is the part where I become freaked. I put the small chunks of apple on a paper plate and popped it into the microwave for 15 seconds. 5 seconds passed and suddenly I heard a buzzing sound coming from the microwave - zzzzzzzz. I look in and the apple is sparking! I quickly open the microwave and inspect the apple and plate. Hmmm, strange, I think, as I toss the singed piece of apple in the trash. I decide to try again thinking that it must be a fluke. I stick it back in and 3 seconds pass - zzzzzzzzzz. Sparking again. I once again take it out and decide to just toss the stupid plate out (which now at this point has small burn marks on it). I put the apples into a glass bowl while thinking three things. 1. Maybe the plate isn't microwave safe (it's made of paper so how could that possibly be?), 2. Apples are NOT made of metal and 3. The third times the charm, right? So, I put the non-metal apples and the glass bowl back in the microwave. Bzzzzzzzz. I. Can. Not. Be. lieve. It!! Are you kidding me? The apples are still sparking and on the verge of catching on fire. So, by now, I am at my wits end and just throw out the stupid apples and open a jar of Gerber apple chunks. So much for the fresh food. Either we bought metal apples or something was possibly wrong with the knife. And since I know that apples are definitely not made of metal, I tossed the knife in the trash with the apples.