Monday, March 31, 2014

That hasn't happened for the longest time...

I've been having this love/hate relationship with blogging lately.  I think up blog posts in my head and then I think, "who really cares?"  Is my blog narcissistic?  Am I out-growing it?  I need to remember that I write for me and my family and they like to read it, sooooo...I guess I'll keep writing and catch you all up on the last couple of months.

I haven't fed my sourdough starter in a looooooong time, months...I thought maybe it was dead.  I fed it this morning and hooray, it's bubbling away.

A couple months ago, Mom and Dad took the kids for a couple days.  Cabin Fever was getting the better of me and I really needed a break, which sounds laughable compared to the last three weeks I've had, which I will get to.

-We went to a cool camera shop that rents out studio space and teaches workshops.
-Visited the antiques market.  I think it would be cool to make banners out of old Little Golden books.
-Saw the movie, Noah, it was super weird.  Visually it was pretty amazing, but too weird for my taste.
-Went to Cantoro, always a good time.  Their gelato is very good, I highly recommend.

We went to pick up the kids the next day and tried to stop in Jackson at the Hinkley Bakery.  It was on a list of best bakeries in Michigan.  The line was out the door and down the street. Sadly we did not have time to wait.  I will plan on the waiting next time.  

Friday, March 28, 2014

In defense of....MOM

I recently read a Facebook post about all the over achieving moms making the rest of us look bad, with their pi day celebrations and leprechaun traps and valentine's fondue.  Then I read another post, defending the Holiday Mom.  For real...I would just like to see us simply defending mom...whether she's sending her kids to school with store-bought valentines or having a huge, over-the-top race car birthday (hopefully in my future) because being a mom is HARD.

I was at Joann Fabric the other day.  I had the kids with me.
Why did I do that to myself?
I can not keep Noah in a grocery cart unless I strap him in as tight as possible.
I have to keep the cart in the center of the aisle or he can reach items and throw them off the shelves.
I made it all the way through the store, and the insufferable cutting line, to get to what I'd like to call "Mom Gauntlet."  The serpentine lane full of kiddie wonders.  Dollar crap and treats of all kinds.  My kids want it all.  Noah was being particularly difficult and the woman ahead of me, chuckled a bit, and asked, "Is he almost 3?"  

Is it that obvious?

That's my life.  Everything is a struggle with him.  We have rare moments of stillness where I might get to read him a book...rare, I tell you.  And yes, I do meet him where he is and play race and airplanes...see, here I am defending myself against...against...what?

"Noah, time to go! No, to the car.  Noah, where are you? Let's go to the garage.  Ready? Set? Go! 
Okay, let's get in your seat, don't run around the garage, to your seat.  Let's get buckled...ah...finally!"

And that's how it goes for everything.  I know I am not alone...and I know these days won't last forever and some day I will want them back.  I know.  I was just looking at a photo of Noah from a year ago and I was really missing that soft blonde hair of his.  Now it's a scruffy, dirty blonde, mess, but at least he isn't pulling anymore.

I love my kids so much.  So much it hurts.  I don't think I'm alone in that.  We all want to do the best we can for our kids and if that means making rainbow bread for the first day of school, do it!  If that means McDonald's for dinner, do it! Let's stop judging each other and be friends.

If you throw a Dr. Seuss party, I love you.
If you don't, I still love you.

Lucy's 1st Grade Concert

They sang a bunch of really cute songs.  I had a really difficult time seeing Lucy which was frustrating.  There were about a million parents jockeying for the best spot from which to video.  I really wish they would hire a videographer for these events and we can buy copies, otherwise it's mayhem.  Lucy got to play an instrument, other than the kazoo, and she picked the triangle.  It was pretty adorable.  

I tried to find the post of her Kindergarten concert and THERE WASN'T ONE!
As soon as I can get to the pictures on our storage device, I will remedy the situation.

Friday, March 14, 2014

Pi Day! {Fried Apple Hand Pies}

It's Pi Day!  
I know that has something to do with math and circles or something...I like an excuse to make and eat pie.

These are super simple, took me maybe twenty minutes start to finish.

2 large granny smith apples, cored, peeled and diced.
T lemon juice
1/2 t cinnamon
dash of nutmeg
1/4 c white sugar
1/4 c brown sugar
3 T flour
1/2 C water
1/2 tsp salt
1/2 tsp vanilla
1 can flaky layers biscuit dough.
Oil for frying (I used vegetable)

On a floured surface, roll out the dough into little, flat pancakes.
In a saucepan, mix the apples, lemon juice, cinnamon, nutmeg and sugars and heat until bubbly.
In a measuring cup mix the flour and water, and to mixture on the stove top.
Add salt and cook for another five minutes or until the apples are soft.
Remove from the heat and add the vanilla.

In a large skillet, add enough oil so you've got about 3/4 of an inch in the pan.  Heat to 300 degrees.

Spoon 2 tablespoons of filling onto the rolled circles.
Fold, seal, and crimp the edges with a fork.

Fry two at time, for about 1 minute per side or until golden.

Remove to a cooling rack and try to wait long enough to eat them that you don't burn your mouth.
Next time, and you'd better believe there will be a next time, I think I'll roll these in cinnamon and sugar.


Tuesday, March 11, 2014

Writing more

I don't know how to get myself writing more.  I guess this is just the phase of life I'm in and should get used to it and remember that someday there will be more time for blogging.  Did I tell you that I serve in the nursery at church?  That means for the second and third hour of church I am with the little 18-month-olds and the new 3-year-olds.  I don't think we have any that are 3 yet, but soon.  They are young and full of energy and most have older siblings so they know how to hold their own in a fight for Legos or marshmallows or toy pianos.  They can also be very sweet.  This Sunday, one sweet girl was sad that her parents were gone but she would let me hold her and sing to her and as long as I kept singing she wouldn't cry.  I don't know if it was soothing or just a distraction but it made me feel useful.  Nursery always seems to be the butt of the jokes when it comes to callings in the church, "be careful or you'll end up in the nursery," etc.  It isn't true but it is degrading to the folks who work there.  It is hard, but I love it.  I love seeing their faces recognize Jesus in a picture or watching them fold their arms for prayer and repeating little phrases.  These outward signs are clues to what is and will happen inwardly, that they will recognize the whisperings of the Spirit, that they will feel the peace at their baptisms that they are closer to Heavenly Father.  I am not saying that I belong to a perfect church, but I do believe in a perfect Heavenly Father.  I believe it's Him who wants me to succor these sometimes crying babes each week and I am perfectly happy to do it.  Yes, Noah runs around the room like the Tazmanian Devil and there is usually a brawl over the snacks and toy cars but for a few minutes each week it's quiet and we hear a story and a lesson and talk about the things we're here to talk about.  Building a foundation of faith that will be built upon throughout their lifetime.  Someday they will get called to work in the nursery and they won't remember me but they will know that there was a lady who held them on their lap and sang, "Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star," as many times as she could to keep them calm because they will be doing the same and breaking up the fights and hoping good feelings were had when we talked about how much we love our families or how important it is to take care of our bodies.  I am thankful for my turn in nursery and all the nursery workers who took care of me.


Noah went through a phase where he would take his shoes off in the car.  It drove me nuts to have to search through the car for the shoe and put them back on to go into the store or house or school or wherever we were.  He would also chuck them out of the stroller or grocery cart. Well, we have had a missing play shoe for a while and I think it must have fallen out of the car because it just vanished.  He's been fine wearing boots for most of the winter but yesterdays warm weather put me in the mood to get him some new play shoes.  He refuses to take them off.