Wednesday, September 21, 2011

The other day, I was pages away from finishing a book that I really wanted to finish.  And while I wasn't technically ignoring Luke, I wasn't exactly watching him closely either.  I knew he was in my bathroom.  I knew he was in the cabinet.  I knew he had a brand new bottle of de-tangler in his hand.  What I didn't know is that he was able to get the lid off and poured the entire bottle on his head. You can see where he's all wet and if you could enlarge this pic, you'd see it dripping from his earlobe and puddled around his feet. Oh well, at least I finished my book and Luke's inch long tresses are far from being tangled.  And lets not even discuss the jewelry.

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

If today was a test...

I bombed it. Bad. As in complete failure.  I asked God yesterday that my kids would be like Him.  I prayed knowing that the only way they would be like Him was if I am like Him. I prayed that I would let Jesus shine through.  I begged God that He would use me, in spite of me, to raise them to reflect the Son.  I prayed that when the pressures of motherhood were pressing in, that instead of responding with frustration and irritation, I would respond as Jesus would...patient, loving, merciful and kind.  Should have known that testing would come. And today it did.  If I had it my way, the hour from 4 PM to 5 PM would be banned from existence.  It is this hour that my kids do their best to be sure they annoy each other, scream, destroy the house I cleaned and need me for every possible thing.  It is also during this hour that I am to whip up something delicious that everyone loves.  It is at the end of this hour that Tom comes home. And while every book on being a great wife recommends that we freshen up and slap some lip-stick on for our mate, I've yet to read how they expect you to do it when it's impossible to stop time for one millisecond.  So needless to say today was no exception. It seemed they pulled out all the stops. I yelled. I threatened. I spanked.  And yet, it seemed as if I was getting no where.  The Lord brought it all around when I finally sat down to do devotions with the kids.  God is the Master of Irony.  The passage was from Ecclesiastes and Solomon summed it up is full of seasons.  I know this "season" of life will soon pass but I can't let it pass as a frazzled, impatient mom if I want them to see Jesus in me.  I will one day wish my kids needed me to love on 'em, break up their fights, or just hold them.  So for now, I must be reminded that I can't do it on my own strength, but by complete reliance on Him.  Thankfully, tomorrow's a new day.  New mercies. Fresh chance to try again.  Here's praying for a better grade!

Saturday, September 17, 2011

Lessons from Leporacci

This week Molly started piano lessons.  I'm really not sure what her expectations were heading into that first lesson.  I mean I think she knew she had no skills but we hadn't really discussed how basic the beginning would be.  The first lesson went okay but oh my stars, the first practice?  Totally different story.  I was ready to dis-enroll her for life five minutes into it.  I mean how can one 6 year old cop such an attitude? But we managed to get going and after a few moments, it seemed to come together for her. It also helped when I left the room and let her figure it out. After the allotted time, she actually asked to practice longer!  This was all her idea, piano lessons that is.  I'm not going to make her do something she doesn't want to because that's just punishment for me and a waste of money.  So we'll see how long her music career holds out.  If it's anything like her dance career, it will be short lived.  Oh well, at least the dance bag is the perfect size for piano books! (that's a red-headed ballerina on the bag in case you can't tell.)

Mad for Plaid

It will probably be a long, long, LONG time before I don't blog about my kids.  So if you're not up for another post about Luke, then you should probably stop reading here.  He loves to dress himself.  He's real proud of the fact that he can find the clothes in his drawer and then get them on.  The problem is that he rarely and by rarely, I mean never, matches. I should do a photo montage of his creations but I will spare you that.  This is what he chose for Friday, except he initially had the shirt on upside down.  I guess I could give him points for...for...ummm...coordinating colors?  He's still a doll baby in my eyes.

Wednesday, September 14, 2011

Modesty 101

Just want to pass this one along to those of you who have little girls.  A lot of the skirts nowadays have the cotton shorts sewn it them.  Which is so nice and avoids them being taunted by "I see London.  I see France. I see {insert child's name} underpants!!"  Or do kids even still do that?  At any rate, of the uniforms that I bought Molly this year, none of them had the shorts built in.  I thought this might be an issue for her but figured I'd cross that bridge when I came to it.  Well, sure enough, she told me the other day she was a little embarrassed because a time or two, while swinging, her skirt blew up. I checked a store or two but didn't find exactly what I was looking for.  Then, I did a little on-line shopping and found some at a boutique for $16.  As if.  So with a little persistence and a few more clicks, I came across these on Old Navy's website...for, get this, $6.75/pair. Much more like it.  They are perfect to wear under her skirts and jumpers.  They fit snug enough to not be bulky but not so snug to be uncomfortable.  The waistband is also pretty minimal which is nice for not being bunchy at the waist.  We ordered 3 pairs and when the other colors are available, I plan to order a few more.  I'm glad she's modest and wants to cover what should be covered.  She will learn soon enough that society encourages the opposite. Here's a link if you're interested in checking them out.

Friday, September 9, 2011

Heads up!

I've figured out (thanks to a fellow blogger) how to have tabs.  So if you look up, you will see "home," "what's cookin," and "photography."  Instead of posting recipes and photo sneak peeks amongst the stories of my life, I will put them in their appropriate spots.  I think I'm going to like them having their own little spot and maybe for the few of you that read my blog, it will make finding a recipe I've shared a little easier.  Have a great weekend!

Wednesday, August 31, 2011


So this morning I ripped August off my desk calendar thinking today was September 1st. Oops. Luke and I have settled into our "routine" now that Molly is in school. And today was a little more boy-appropriate play for dress up....

I mean, what's more manly than a cowboy boot wearin' fireman in Cars jammies? This morning, we puttered around the house. Threw dinner in the crock pot and then ran a couple of errands. I would be remiss if I left it at "threw dinner in the crock pot." I have mentioned how much I love my crock pot and this was a new (for me) recipe that I found on my new love, Pinterest. It did not disappoint and I will most definitely make it again. One thing that is nice about this recipe is that you don't have to clean, peel, and dice potatoes. So that's a real time saver. You literally throw it in the pot and leave it alone. If you're like me, you must have bread to dip in your soup, leaving no carb or starch left behind. So I made a couple of loaves of frozen bread and it was perfect. Here it is...


1 30oz. bag of frozen, shredded hash browns {I used Ore Ida}

3 14oz. cans of chicken broth

1 can of cream of chicken soup

1/2 cup onion, chopped

1/4 tsp. ground pepper

1 pkg. cream cheese {don’t use fat free. It WON’T melt!!!}

In a crockpot, combine everything EXCEPT for the cream cheese. Cook for 6-8 hours on low heat. About 1 hour before serving, add cream cheese and keep heated until thoroughly melted. Serve with cheese, sour cream, bacon bits, green onions, or whatever else you think would be good!!
(copied from a link on Pinterest)