There are people that have wanted children for years that have never seen two lines on a pregnancy test.
I've seen three born safely to my arms.
There are people who mourn loved ones that are in other states, other countries and are sometimes in danger.
My family is under one roof; safe and sound.
There are mothers who cry today because they don't know how they will feed their children.
There is not just food in my kitchen but special lactose-free food so that my son doesn't get sick.
There are wives that look at their husband and wonder if he truly loves them. Some of them know that he doesn't and even know the other woman's name.
My husband is faithful to God first and me second.
There are people who cannot worship God in public for fear of persecution. They struggle everyday with the balance of leading others to God and staying safe.
I have a wonderful church home where I can worship with friends and family.
No matter what happens this Christmas season, I will be grateful for all that I have. This includes a loving God who sent His only Son to live as a man so that I could understand Him better. A God that cries with me when I cry, who cheers with me when I succeed and who lifts me back onto my feet with a kiss when I fall.
Merry Christmas.
Now go eat some cookies.
Saturday, December 24, 2011
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
Sunday, December 11, 2011
Excuse You
(Ben is out running errands this afternoon and the other kids are asleep. I'm in my bed with Sophie trying to take a nap and convince her to do the same.)
*LOUD GINORMOUS FART THAT RATTLES THE BED*
*Sophie giggles*
Me: "Sophie, say excuse me."
Sophie: "Dada!"
Me: "It wasn't Dada."
Sophie: "DADDY!"
Me: "I heard it come out of your butt. It shook the whole blanket."
Sophie: *very insistent* "DAAADAAAA!"
Me: "Sophia, Daddy isn't even in the house! He's not even in the same city!"
Sophie: "IT DADA!!!!"
Me: *sigh* "Fine. Daddy tooted. Now go to sleep."
Sophie: "Ew."
*LOUD GINORMOUS FART THAT RATTLES THE BED*
*Sophie giggles*
Me: "Sophie, say excuse me."
Sophie: "Dada!"
Me: "It wasn't Dada."
Sophie: "DADDY!"
Me: "I heard it come out of your butt. It shook the whole blanket."
Sophie: *very insistent* "DAAADAAAA!"
Me: "Sophia, Daddy isn't even in the house! He's not even in the same city!"
Sophie: "IT DADA!!!!"
Me: *sigh* "Fine. Daddy tooted. Now go to sleep."
Sophie: "Ew."
Thursday, December 8, 2011
Don't Blink
I'm trying to create a freezer stash of meals and meal prep stuff. Yesterday I made spicy black beans in the crockpot and today I browned about 4 pounds of ground beef into taco beef. These will be portioned out and frozen ready to pull out and make quick dinners. I have to do it a little at a time because of the three maniacal kids at my feet.
I was reminded of that today when I came out of the kitchen and found Milly with her head in the fireplace.
She had climbed up and over the blockade of pillows, the brick hearth and some small boxes that were in her way.
My daughter is a mountain goat. Please send lots of Visine. I'm never blinking again.
I was reminded of that today when I came out of the kitchen and found Milly with her head in the fireplace.
She had climbed up and over the blockade of pillows, the brick hearth and some small boxes that were in her way.
My daughter is a mountain goat. Please send lots of Visine. I'm never blinking again.
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
Parenting Pet Peeves
OK, I know I've totally skipped over the Arizona Thanksgiving Car Trip Extravaganza and I PROMISE that I'm going to tell you all about it. It's going to take some time and I'm just now getting to the point where I can tell the story without cringing and hiding in a corner with a bucket as a helmet and a makeshift sword.
So, for now, let's talk about the irritating things our kids do.
My two oldest still use sippy sups. Sophie knows how to use a regular cup but I won't let her take it around the house because I don't like cleaning milk off of every single surface including the ceiling.
Gideon still takes regular cups and dumps them over his head like he's in the bath instead of at Chili's.
I lovingly fix my darlings sippy cups every morning; regular milk for Sophie since she doesn't like chocolate and chocolate milk (now soy milk) for Gideon. Gideon has been showing signs of lactose intolerance so we're trying to wean him over. What better way than with the dark lusciousness of chocolate?
Sophie takes her cup and babbles happily through her clothes change and then goes to greet her sister and her toys.
When I hand Gideon his cup, he drains almost everything and then you can almost see the cup evaporate into thin air. I sigh and wonder where I'm going to find it this time.
2 weeks later under the couch?
4 days later under his crib?
6 hours later behind a couch cushion?
ALL OF THESE HAVE HAPPENED.
He drinks some and then just stashes the cup. I try to watch him like a hawk to see where the cup will land but, well I have two other children who already know 867,946 ways to kill themselves and each other with household objects.
When we move from this house I expect to find sippy cups in every single room of the house. Some will have cheese and some will have wine. Perfect for a going away party.
So, for now, let's talk about the irritating things our kids do.
My two oldest still use sippy sups. Sophie knows how to use a regular cup but I won't let her take it around the house because I don't like cleaning milk off of every single surface including the ceiling.
Gideon still takes regular cups and dumps them over his head like he's in the bath instead of at Chili's.
I lovingly fix my darlings sippy cups every morning; regular milk for Sophie since she doesn't like chocolate and chocolate milk (now soy milk) for Gideon. Gideon has been showing signs of lactose intolerance so we're trying to wean him over. What better way than with the dark lusciousness of chocolate?
Sophie takes her cup and babbles happily through her clothes change and then goes to greet her sister and her toys.
When I hand Gideon his cup, he drains almost everything and then you can almost see the cup evaporate into thin air. I sigh and wonder where I'm going to find it this time.
2 weeks later under the couch?
4 days later under his crib?
6 hours later behind a couch cushion?
ALL OF THESE HAVE HAPPENED.
He drinks some and then just stashes the cup. I try to watch him like a hawk to see where the cup will land but, well I have two other children who already know 867,946 ways to kill themselves and each other with household objects.
When we move from this house I expect to find sippy cups in every single room of the house. Some will have cheese and some will have wine. Perfect for a going away party.
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
Crockpot Broccoli Cheese Soup
Remember my earlier post about crockpot soups and stews when I said that I wanted a broccoli cheese soup?
SWEET FRENCH MONKEY PANTS, I HAVE FOUND IT.
It begins with Crockpot 365. I tweaked her recipe a little after looking at the reviews and knowing what Ben and I like.
Without further ado...
The Stuff:
1 qt chicken broth
2 cups milk (I used 2% cow's)
2 10 oz bags of frozen broccoli florets
2 tsp onion powder
2 tsp garlic powder
2 tsp black powder
1 lb Velveeta, cubed
2 cups of shredded cheese (I used cheddar and colby jack.)
2 tbsp cornstarch
The Process:
Let's start with the chicken broth. I don't make my own. I don't usually buy cans or boxes.
I almost always use this stuff.
Curse me if you must, but it's easy and I like the taste.
So! 1 quart is 4 cups. 4 cups of chicken broth go in your crockpot. Then goes 2 cups of milk. Whisk it around and add your seasonings. Honestly, I took a stab at the amounts. I truly just add what seems "right". Whisk everything around again and dump in all of your broccoli. Then stir and set your crockpot on Low.
20 minutes before dinner, go back to your crockpot and savor the loveliness of broccoli simmering in chickeny milk. Drop your cheese into the crockpot and stir again. Let it melt away.
When you're ready to eat, take a taste of the soup. Is is too thin? Take that 2 tablespoons of cornstarch and stir in 2 tablespoons of COLD water. I really can't emphasize that COLD enough. Cornstarch does not dissolve in warm or hot water. It will just leave friendly little grits all through your soup. What you have now is called a "slurry".
Look how much you're learning!
Pour the cornstarch slurry into the soup, turn the crockpot on High and leave the top off. Let it cook for a while until it gets a little thicker.
Then...you may eat the wonderful, glorious, incredible concoction that we so enjoyed tonight. I had a huge bowl and was completely stuffed but still wanted more. Even Ben, my carnivore husband, gleefully devoured two bowls and proclaimed it amazing.
That means a lot coming from someone as bacon addicted as he.
SWEET FRENCH MONKEY PANTS, I HAVE FOUND IT.
It begins with Crockpot 365. I tweaked her recipe a little after looking at the reviews and knowing what Ben and I like.
Without further ado...
The Stuff:
1 qt chicken broth
2 cups milk (I used 2% cow's)
2 10 oz bags of frozen broccoli florets
2 tsp onion powder
2 tsp garlic powder
2 tsp black powder
1 lb Velveeta, cubed
2 cups of shredded cheese (I used cheddar and colby jack.)
2 tbsp cornstarch
The Process:
Let's start with the chicken broth. I don't make my own. I don't usually buy cans or boxes.
I almost always use this stuff.
Curse me if you must, but it's easy and I like the taste.
So! 1 quart is 4 cups. 4 cups of chicken broth go in your crockpot. Then goes 2 cups of milk. Whisk it around and add your seasonings. Honestly, I took a stab at the amounts. I truly just add what seems "right". Whisk everything around again and dump in all of your broccoli. Then stir and set your crockpot on Low.
20 minutes before dinner, go back to your crockpot and savor the loveliness of broccoli simmering in chickeny milk. Drop your cheese into the crockpot and stir again. Let it melt away.
When you're ready to eat, take a taste of the soup. Is is too thin? Take that 2 tablespoons of cornstarch and stir in 2 tablespoons of COLD water. I really can't emphasize that COLD enough. Cornstarch does not dissolve in warm or hot water. It will just leave friendly little grits all through your soup. What you have now is called a "slurry".
Look how much you're learning!
Pour the cornstarch slurry into the soup, turn the crockpot on High and leave the top off. Let it cook for a while until it gets a little thicker.
Then...you may eat the wonderful, glorious, incredible concoction that we so enjoyed tonight. I had a huge bowl and was completely stuffed but still wanted more. Even Ben, my carnivore husband, gleefully devoured two bowls and proclaimed it amazing.
That means a lot coming from someone as bacon addicted as he.
Monday, November 7, 2011
My Blessings
In the morning when you rise
I bless the sun, I bless the skies
I bless your lips, I bless your eyes
My blessing goes with you
In the nighttime when you sleep
Oh I bless you while a watch I keep
As you lie in slumber deep
My blessing goes with you
Does every mother weep as she thinks of her children sleeping peacefully in their beds? They're safe and warm. They're cuddled with their favorite blankets and animals or babies. They're fed and clean. They're safe.
When your weary heart is tired
If the world would leave you uninspired
When nothing more of love's desired
My blessing goes with you
When the storms of life are strong
When you're wounded, when you don't belong
When you no longer hear my song
My blessing goes with you
Is it because we know that we'll have to let them go? That we can't always tuck them in and smooth the hair back from their foreheads? That we can't always know what they've eaten that night? Are they having good dreams or are they worried about something? I won't be able to pick them up when they cry out in the night.
This is my prayer for you
There for you, ever true
Each, every day for you
In everything you do
And when you come to me
And hold me close to you
I bless you
And you bless me, too.
The Blessing
Celtic Woman
They have blessed me by just existing. Therefore, I will bless them by praying daily for them. I will weep for them. I will cheer them on. I will forever be their Mama.
I bless the sun, I bless the skies
I bless your lips, I bless your eyes
My blessing goes with you
In the nighttime when you sleep
Oh I bless you while a watch I keep
As you lie in slumber deep
My blessing goes with you
Does every mother weep as she thinks of her children sleeping peacefully in their beds? They're safe and warm. They're cuddled with their favorite blankets and animals or babies. They're fed and clean. They're safe.
When your weary heart is tired
If the world would leave you uninspired
When nothing more of love's desired
My blessing goes with you
When the storms of life are strong
When you're wounded, when you don't belong
When you no longer hear my song
My blessing goes with you
Is it because we know that we'll have to let them go? That we can't always tuck them in and smooth the hair back from their foreheads? That we can't always know what they've eaten that night? Are they having good dreams or are they worried about something? I won't be able to pick them up when they cry out in the night.
This is my prayer for you
There for you, ever true
Each, every day for you
In everything you do
And when you come to me
And hold me close to you
I bless you
And you bless me, too.
The Blessing
Celtic Woman
They have blessed me by just existing. Therefore, I will bless them by praying daily for them. I will weep for them. I will cheer them on. I will forever be their Mama.
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