tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46194850543467003062024-03-05T19:43:12.054-08:00How Did I...Just sharing some of my brain vomit and what gets me through.Epiphiushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14816044052664087243noreply@blogger.comBlogger64125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4619485054346700306.post-4840872586338214022011-07-24T00:00:00.000-07:002011-07-24T00:07:53.019-07:00Get spectacular kids?Sparky would tell you that God just made them that way. I'd love to take some credit, but she's probably at least mostly right.<br />
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Today alone, each of my kids let me know they were incredibly awesome in their own ways.<br />
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Sparky:<br />
We were to the local city festival this morning. Sparky played a toss game sponsored by a credit union. She won a lollipop, nothing particularly special until it ended up in her hands. She carried it around until she came to a man that was selling little glass bowls/candle holders. She offered him the lollipop and nearly insisted that he take it and she can be a bit pushy. (I have no idea where she gets that!) She didn't want the lollipop and wanted to share it with someone. I'm not sure what made her decide he should have it, but she made up her mind and that was the end of it. She started to walk away with Hubs, not expecting anything. The man called her back and picked out a candleholder for her and boxed it up and gave it to her. We in turn let the people at the bank tent and the information booth both know what a kind man he was and told them Sparky's story. We were so proud of our little girl for just doing something nice for someone else to brighten their day. Yup, she's a special one!<br />
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Before bed tonight, Spunky and I were playing a little bit. I pulled her towards me and said "Do you know you're a special girl?" Here's the rest of our conversation....<br />
Spunky: "Yep! Mama special too"<br />
Me: "Thank you honey! I love you!"<br />
Spunky: "Daddy special too!"<br />
Me: "Yup, daddy's special too!"<br />
Spunky: "[Sparky] special too!"<br />
Me: "Yes sweetheart, [Spunky] is special too!"<br />
"Spunky: "Me special too!"<br />
Me: "Of course you're special too!"<br />
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She's not yet two years old, but she recognizes specialness and can express it. Awesome little kid!<br />
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And, we took them swimming last night and it's official that we have two little fish! We've known Sparky was a fish for over well over 2 years. We've had our doubts about Spunky, but she confirmed that she is indeed a fish! Y membership, here we come!Epiphiushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14816044052664087243noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4619485054346700306.post-82991003351879726652011-07-07T22:51:00.000-07:002011-07-07T22:51:41.355-07:00Get Chipper?Today was fairly lousy. The kidlets were troopers and so patient with trips to two thrift stores, a consignment store, and the grocery store. And that was all after an early wake-up. Ugh. Not my idea of an awesome morning, but the stops needed to be made.<br />
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They had lunch in the car on the way home and then we all just crashed when we got home. Since I fell asleep with them, it was also a short nap and Hubs working late.Yeah. Awesome. Just what I wanted.<br />
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The evening didn't get a whole lot better as I was trying to get some things done while the kidlets played. I lost track of time and then they didn't start eating dinner until it was actually time to go to bed. Spunky had a rough day trying to communicate herself which also resulted in Sparky thinking she should interpret all day. Suck suck suck.<br />
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Finally, two kids were sleeping, Hubs made dinner for us and we ate together while watching mindless tv. Things were looking up. I opened the computer to try to finish the work I started on earlier and there it was. Just the thing to cheer me up......<br />
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Right now, in this moment. I'm not. There was a piece on the local news about photographers who take pictures for families where the baby doesn't survive. Babies who have minutes or hours, maybe days. That's hearbreaking in itself.<br />
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I have two healthy kids. I love them and wouldn't trade them for anything. But I'm jealous of the parents who get to hold their baby. I envy the parent who gets to hold their baby, even for just a few minutes. I envy that they know where their baby is. I envy that they don't remember flushing and thinking "that might be my baby".<br />
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I also have two angel babies that I know of. Babies I never got to hold or look at. Babies that I loved for the very brief time that I knew them and who I carry in my heart always. Babies that Sparky occasionally refers to. We haven't told her about them as much as she just knows. We don't tell her that she's being silly when she talks about her brother. We don't know if our angel babies are boys are girls or one of each. But she tells us that she has an older brother and she talks about him as though she knows him.<br />
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I wouldn't have my beautiful kids if the other two had survived, but that doesn't mean I don't want them all. I do. I want to be able to hold my 4 kids together and have them play together. I want them to be able to run and laugh together. I want to be able to give a straightforward answer when asked if Sparky and Spunky are my only or if Sparky is my oldest. I don't mince words about it for the most part, but it makes people very uncomfortable.<br />
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So it's not fair. It's not fair that babies die at all. It's not fair the people struggle with infertility. It's not fair that babies are born to parents who don't want them. It's not fair that people who desperately want to love a child have to jump through so many hoops. It's just not fair.<br />
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And don't misunderstand. I am grateful for Sparky and Spunky. I know that I'm fortunate to have them and be able to spend my time with them. That doesn't diminish the longing for my angel babies though.<br />
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I had an awesome morning with 11friends and their kids this morning. We met quite a character who raises wallabies, wallaroos and kangaroos. Pretty cool, but when it was time to leave the ranch, the kidlets and I weren't quite ready to leave our friends yet. I suggested that we go to a nearby park and two friends took me up on in. What I realized later is that I never told them that the kidlets were going to have a picnic in the park. Oops, sorry ladies!!<br />
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What I also realized once we were there is that they didn't realize what kind of park we were going to. It's a beautiful park with pathways, lots of greenery and some pretty awesome lookouts. But no play structure. It hadn't even occurred to me that park=playstructure. I'm really not sure what I think about that. On the one hand, I feel bad that the park I suggested wasn't anything like they expected. On the other hand, I'm kinda pleased with myself that a park, in my family, doesn't have to be a place designed for kids with a manufactured toy.<br />
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There's definitely a place for park toys, no doubt. My kids enjoy them and have fun when we go. That being said, my kids didn't miss it at the park today. They played in the beauty bark, ran all over the paths, climbed on rocks, swung from the handrail of steps and explored an anchor chain. They were still active and playing but it was with nature (mostly) and other people.<br />
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Sometimes with playstructures, I see each kid doing their own thing with the structure. One is climbing, one is sliding, one is playing with the little puzzle-maze on the side, that kind of thing. Today, there were 4 little kids running together and playing and laughing and making their own fun. And I got to spend some time with two lovely women watching our kids running together. The kids got what they needed, and I got something I need to. Add to it a warm and sunny day.... just awesome.Epiphiushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14816044052664087243noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4619485054346700306.post-17517586257207238622011-05-17T23:40:00.000-07:002011-05-17T23:40:37.831-07:00Want to redecorate?I was tipped to <a href="http://www.drunkencows.com/">this awesome artist, Roz</a>, by a friend.<br />
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I <em><strong>love</strong></em> the Leap People.<br />
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Her images are copyrighted so I don't want to carry them over here, but here's a few of my favorites:<br />
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<a href="http://www.drunkencows.com/drunkencows/originals/image.asp?id=2245">Beach #57</a> (Hubs loves that one too)<br />
<a href="http://www.drunkencows.com/drunkencows/originals/image.asp?id=634">Dancer #2</a> (I know that little girl)<br />
<a href="http://www.drunkencows.com/drunkencows/originals/image.asp?id=1458">Beach #11</a> (Reminds me of a photo of Hubs and I on our mantel)<br />
<a href="http://www.drunkencows.com/drunkencows/originals/image.asp?id=1703">Swing #45</a> (Just a little look into the future)<br />
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Really though, her paintings are just beautiful and I'm enamored.Epiphiushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14816044052664087243noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4619485054346700306.post-83095473097061748102011-05-16T19:18:00.000-07:002011-05-16T19:25:38.947-07:00Make delicious dinner?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Hubs has been working overtime lately so I've had more dinners than usual when he's not home. I planned ahead over the weekend a little bit knowing that this week might leave my time a bit thin. <span style="background-color: white;">Over the weekend, I made potato leek soup. It's quite easy to make and really doesn't take long. Then today the kidlets took short naps so I was able to make muffins to go with the soup. Add some raspberry kefir and it's a decent enough dinner.</span><span style="background-color: white;">
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<strong>Potato Leek Soup</strong> (makes 12-14 cups)<br />
9 medium potatos of whatever variety you have and needs to get used. <u>Slightly</u> old potatos are fine<br />
6 cups water<br />
3 teaspoons veggie broth concentrate (I like <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Better-Than-Bouillon-Organic-Vegetable/dp/B00016LAFW/ref=sr_1_10?ie=UTF8&qid=1305597334&sr=8-10">better than boullion</a>)<br />
approximately 3 medium leeks (or whatever the farmers market bunch is)<br />
2 teaspoons butter<br />
1/2 head of garlic (more or less, depends on your taste)<br />
1 pint heavy whipping cream<br />
a little salt (a dash or two)<br />
some good grinds of black pepper<br />
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Cut the potatos into chunks, about 1" each. It's not rocket science. Cut them smaller if you need them to cook quick, leave them bigger if you don't. Put the potatos, water and broth concentrate in a medium pot (this makes about 12-14 cups) and let it cook on medium until the potatos smash with a spatula or until you've done the rest of the recipe.<br />
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Wash the leeks and then chop them into 1" chunks, or there abouts. Sautee them with the butter in a medium pan (think a 4 egg omlet) until they're soft. As they're starting to cook, peel the garlic, stirring the leeks every so often. Once the garlic is all peeled the leeks should be somewhat soft. Use a garlic press to add the garlic to the leeks and cook it until it's not raw anymore. It starts to brown sometimes, sometimes not. Again, not rocket science. :)<br />
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Once the leeks and garlic are done, add them to the potato and broth. Add in a little salt (remember the broth has a fair bit probably) and a couple good grinds of pepper. Stir it all together. I then whip out my handy-dandy immersion blender and make the soup all sorts of creamy goodness. Once most of the chunks are blended, add the cream into the soup. Let it all get warm again and then enjoy.<br />
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So that was the soup I made over the weekend. Some is in my freezer for my family, some is in the fridge for a family with a new baby, and some is in the fridge for later this week. Yum!<br />
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Here's the recipe I used to make the muffins we had with our soup tonight.<br />
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<strong>Banana-Apple Oat Muffins</strong> (makes 12)<br />
1/2 cup butter (1 stick)<br />
3/4 cup brown sugar (you can make it with less and I normally do 1/3 cup)<br />
2 eggs<br />
2 large overripe bananas<br />
3/4 cup applesauce<br />
1/4 teaspoon salt (sometimes leave this out)<br />
1 teaspoon baking soda<br />
1 cup whole wheat flour<br />
1 cup unbleached white flour<br />
1/2 cup thick rolled oats<br />
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Get your KitchenAid set up the way you like it and just trust me on the steps.<br />
Turn the oven on to 350. Bake works better than convection in my oven for these, but I have a crappy oven.<br />
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Set the mixer on speed 2. Add the butter and brown sugar and let them cream. Add in the eggs. Add in the bananas (I break them into 1/3's first). Add the applesauce. Once that's all mixed well, add the salt and baking soda. Then slow down the mixer and add the whole wheat flour, unbleached white flour and oats. I know that's not the normal way things are made, but it works fine for these and makes fewer dishes.<br />
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Spray a muffin tin (holds 12) so they come out easy. Then just put the muffin batter into the muffin tin. They'll look really full. That's okay. It won't make a huge mess in your oven. They'll cook for about 35-40 minutes. When they're done cooking, put them on a cooling rack or slice the top off, put a little butter in the middle, put the top back on and enjoy.Epiphiushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14816044052664087243noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4619485054346700306.post-62684131524983941832011-05-15T23:37:00.000-07:002011-05-15T23:45:59.405-07:00Find a balance?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I identify myself as an attachment parenting practitioner. I came into it just by doing what was right for my kids, my family and myself. It's still not something I've deliberately read much about. It's just doing what we do.<br />
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One of the "tenants" of attachment parenting is balance though. That's the part I'm not so awesome at. I'm enthusiastic about things and tend to throw myself into things completely. Or at least, mostly. What that really means most of the time though is that we're always going and doing and out and about and and and....<br />
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As you may have noticed, I haven't been blogging much the past few weeks. It's not that I don't have anything to say. I always have something to say. :) I'm just trying for a bit better balance. A bit more real life and a bit less virtual presence. A bit more slowing down and enjoying life with my family.<br />
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We went away for the weekend last weekend and it was great. It rained all weekend, but we still went out for a walk in the woods and played inside. We enjoyed time together and were pretty much disconnected from technology. We watched the 11:00 news (because we're 60 ya know!) but didn't have internet acccess much of the weekend. It was just a nice way to get a bit better balance in our family.<br />
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It's a work in progress and probably always will be given my "I want to do it all!" nature. But, even when our balance is off, as long as we keep it in mind and keep trying, then I'm okay if the balance isn't exactly right. And maybe, just maybe, part of our balance allows me to be super busy much of the time. I've always preferred it that way and tend to be happier with it. :)Epiphiushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14816044052664087243noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4619485054346700306.post-7142264713339661172011-04-21T22:42:00.000-07:002011-04-21T22:42:04.145-07:00Fix it?I like the <a href="http://www.breastfeedingsymbol.org/">international breastfeeding symbol</a>. I like seeing it places and knowing that I'm welcome. I like it's simplicity. The one thing that I don't like is that it's only one option. When I had one nursing kid, it fit us. But I have two nurslings. And I've never seen it with more than one child. So, I worked my photoshop skills and fixed it so it does fit my family. I have to give credit to<a href="http://www.mattdaigle.com/artistbio.html"> the artist</a> who originally designed it though too. I hope he doesn't mind my tweeking it.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Sometimes I forget that they're washable. That doesn't really do much for them knowing they're washable either. I forget that their life experience has waaayyyy more value than their stainfree clothing. I just simply forget that dirt is good for them. I've been reminded this week. Or at least, making steps that way. More steps to make it a bit more consistent, but we're in the right direction and have plenty of time and opportunity to keep going that way.<br />
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We planted herb and veggie seeds on the picnic table before dinner yesterday. A little dirt, but not much. It doesn't really take much to plant tomatos, basil and carrots in little pots before they get transplanted into larger pots. We've got more seeds that need to be planted and a couple more I still need/want to get.<br />
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Today, we went and played in the tulip fields. It's a fairly commercial place, but the kids ran in the dirt, got muddy and loved every moment of it which made up for the fact that I knew it was pretty commercial. We bought some gladiola bulbs while we were there to plant this week at home too. It'll be a lovely way to remember the day in the tulip fields come August and the tulips are long gone. We also got some awesome pictures!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6GtEArQkbhqwYj-08ZI4doxT2UeFTgQ_ktRaJgPffL_1DAuAoFM1zltVgHGRnmRzwB1ujxLPqv7BpNX7jPwLt9gUiYlQuVnWHfThKqlnJck1K4fayIWBWb_1eE9205PzOgJO2868_Sj4/s1600/IMG_9618.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6GtEArQkbhqwYj-08ZI4doxT2UeFTgQ_ktRaJgPffL_1DAuAoFM1zltVgHGRnmRzwB1ujxLPqv7BpNX7jPwLt9gUiYlQuVnWHfThKqlnJck1K4fayIWBWb_1eE9205PzOgJO2868_Sj4/s320/IMG_9618.JPG" width="240" /></a><br />
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Yup, they're washable all right! And, the bonus good news is that their clothes are washable too! But, a bit of dirt is completely worth them loving outside and being comfortable exploring it!Epiphiushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14816044052664087243noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4619485054346700306.post-15303290427998482162011-04-19T23:26:00.000-07:002011-04-19T23:26:35.565-07:00Raise her?We're not done with Sparky by any means, but man alive that kid impresses me sometimes!<br />
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I've got a kid who knows how to be respectful (most of the time), is lovingly engaged with her sister, and understands most boundaries that we've explained to her. Oh yeah, did I mention she's 3?<br />
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We've recently redistributed the play things in our home. As in, over 1/2 of them went away. It's generally not been a problem but we've had a couple stuffed critters sneak their way back somehow. Anyway, today we had a minor issue with those so they went back away and both kids had their birthday babies as the only soft toys. They each know which is theirs. Sparky was being a bit greedy with them off and on all day and after dinner it was just enough-is-enough.<br />
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She was told that she couldn't play them with them anymore today and to play with other things. It was only about 10 minutes before she was to start getting ready for bed anyway, so not a huge deal, but there's consequences to problematic behaviors.<br />
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Fast forward 2 minutes. Hubs and I were finishing dinner at the dining table while the kids played in the other half of the room. Spunky must have offered Sparky one of the birthday babies that she'd been told she couldn't play with. We hear: "No thank you. The babies are gone for me now today. You can play with those but I can't."<br />
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I just about told her it was fine and to go ahead! I was so proud of her for having the maturity to understand that even though she could have gotten away with playing with something she wasn't supposed to, she instead accepted her consequences. She was even polite in telling her sister about it.<br />
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I called Sparky right over and told her thank you and gave her a hug and let her know I was proud of her. She beamed and was proud of herself too! She's an awesome kid. Just love her, love her, love her!Epiphiushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14816044052664087243noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4619485054346700306.post-14773628008730276362011-04-15T23:58:00.000-07:002011-04-16T22:52:13.152-07:00Join the party?<div style="text-align: center;">
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So here's where my mind is: I don't want to be obligated to write on my blog, but I do enjoy the community of my real life friends blogging and have some thoughts about parenting (who could have guessed that!) so I'm going to semi-join up for the natural parenting blog party! Here's post 1. There may be more through the rest of the month. It'll just be as my mood strikes.<br />
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<li>How many children do you have, and how old are they? I'm lucky enough that I have two kids that I can hold and touch, ages 3 and 1. I also have at least two others that I'm looking forward to meeting when I die who would be ages 4 and close to 2.</li>
<li>Do you have a partner, or are you a single parent? Well that's a loaded question! I'm very blessed to have a partner and also be married to him. </li>
<li>What are your “hot button” parenting issues? I'm not all the way sure that I have them. Talk to me and I'll know. Oh, wait. I'm going bonkers that my nearly 10 month old nephew doesn't have a name. It just feels disrespectful to him at this point. I'm not a fan of kids being disrespected.</li>
<li>Have you made any parenting choices that you didn’t think you would make before you were a parent, i.e. cloth diapering a child when you had previously thought it was disgusting? Um... yes! We cloth diaper when I never thought I would. We co-sleep and didn't plan on that. I also have a nursing 3 year old and really didn't plan on that. Didn't plan on nursing a 3 year old and a 1 year old either, but here we are! There's absolutely other stuff too. I've always said I would never be a teacher, but we're on the road to homeschooling.</li>
<li>Is there one book or person in particular that’s heavily influenced your parenting choices? Yes, Sparky, my first born, changed up much of what I thought about parenting. Spunky, my youngest, also changed things up all over the place since she's very different from Sparky.</li>
<li>If you had to describe each of your children using only one word, what word would you use? Oh, I get to cheat a little bit! Sparky is effervescent. Spunky is joy.</li>
<li>Is there one parenting decision that you regret more than others and wish you could change? I'm not sure that there is actually. I've made some mistakes probably but have learned from them and am a better parent because of my mistakes. I'd rather make the mistakes while they're so young that they don't remember than screw it up all over the place when they're more prone to hold it against me. And I don't believe that the early experiences don't affect kids. They do.</li>
<li>Is there an area of your parenting you wish you were better at? Mindreading.</li>
<li>Now for the fun questions – is there one particular food or type of food that you could eat every day? Popcorn. Hands down.</li>
<li>Vanilla ice cream or chocolate? Vanilla with caramel sauce please.</li>
<li>What’s your guilty pleasure? See above. :)</li>
<li>If you could be part of any television show, which show would it be? Maybe Amazing Race, but maybe not. They often have to eat meat stuffs which I don't do. But it would be fun and interesting to travel and see what's going on with the world.</li>
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There's a whole lot of random crap people have to say out there! Oh my goodness! There's also some really great things people have to say! In the past month+, I've started reconnecting with my two best friends from childhood, gotten to see different sides of family members and gotten to know them better than the once a year family party, and peeked into my friend's lives. That sounds a little creepy, but I don't mean it in the creepy way. I've also at least semi-started to reconnect with friends from college, high school, past jobs, and really, every time of my life I guess.<br />
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There's a bit of me that's very excited about this. Some of these people were the most important to me at the time. We were friends for reasons. The flip side of that is that we also lost touch for reasons probably. But, I also know I'm a different person than I was a year ago let alone 5, 10 or 20 years ago.<br />
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My childhood friends are super exciting to me. I don't want to be overwhelming and obnoxious (well, no more than I actually am) and jump and hug and brain vomit all over them, but in reality, that's what I want to do. The three of us have kids similar aged-ish and I would love for my kids to form friendships with their kids and have that continuity. THAT would be super cool to me. Good people raising awesome kids together. Yeah, I'm all about that!<br />
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It's been a long time since I've talked to these women, but I know their base character is wonderful. Now it's the little dance of, "hey, wanna be my friend?" Not just a facebook "friend" because we all know what that actually means at this point, but an actual, "I know you, like you anyway and enjoy spending time with you" friendship. But I'm nervous about it. I don't know or remember why we lost touch. I was probably pretty preoccupied by a certain boy (reconnected with him too kinda) and probably just trying to figure out who I was and how I wanted the world to see me. Well, that didn't work quite right I guess. But, it's now been a long time, I know who I am and... the world stil doesn't see me as I see me most of the time, but oh well. I don't care the same way I used to. Again, the maturity of my 30's.<br />
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I kinda want to just have a big backyard BBQ and invite everyone over and love all over them but that doesn't really do people much justice I suppose.<br />
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The title of this post is probably the best I've had yet. It really is a question about if this whole facebook thing is really connective. It's a bit voyeristic or completely voyeristic depending on the person. I actually want to re-establish relationships and that's going to take more than random facebook posts and what people put of themselves online.<br />
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I'm limiting myself in how much I'm on facebook since I recognize it's role in my life. Even with it being limited, it's still added online time. Kids are sleeping, at least almost all the time, if I'm on facebook but it's still something that Hubs and I each spend some time on when there's other things we could be doing. Facebook won't ruin or marriage or anything like that, but the laundry pile isn't getting dealt with quite as fast and the car isn't getting cleaned out as often. Not problems, but does reconnecting online detract from my actual life? That's the balance of having both that I'm striving for. It's still at least a little bit of a question. Fortunately, it's very easy to say "bye facebook!" and not look back if needed.Epiphiushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14816044052664087243noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4619485054346700306.post-35515565225075867692011-04-13T00:16:00.000-07:002011-04-13T00:18:21.267-07:00Feel loved?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Let me start by saying this: I generally feel loved. Sparky and Spunky are both affectionate kids and make no bones about me being one of their top people. I'd say I'm their favorite, but I don't think I am across the board. But certainly in some ways. But this isn't about them as loved as they let me know I am.<br />
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This time, it's about Hubs. But not in a conventional way. He does a lot that let's me know I'm loved. He's good that way. He's good lots of ways.<br />
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He knows that I've had some people saying some unkind things about me lately and that I'm choosing not to engage with them. It's part of having given up drama for lent and part of just.... aiming for maturity in my 30's. Recognizing what I have room for in my life and what I don't. I do have room for spending time with friends and family. I do have time for learning new things and doing things for the sheer joy of it. I don't have time (and won't make it) for drama and junk. This is pretty much the only place I say anything about it. Anyway, that's the context for what's to come.<br />
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The other day I was on the phone with someone who was having some difficulties. I was in a position of having knowledge that could help (which is why she called) and am completely detached from her difficulties so I had an outside perspective. Hubs listened to my side of the conversation as I walked around on the phone. After I hung up, he said "Wow, you're good at that. That's not something you can be trained to do." It just made me feel all warm and gooey (yeah, I said it!) that someone who knows me so well and for so long paid me such a nice compliment out of the blue. He was still impressed by something that wouldn't have otherwise been a blip in my day and let me know he appreciates me.<br />
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Thanks Hubs! I love you too! You're my favorite!Epiphiushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14816044052664087243noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4619485054346700306.post-19072716933528549662011-04-09T00:11:00.000-07:002011-04-09T00:11:44.808-07:00Get Wise?Sparky and I have been talking about princesses a lot lately. Lovely. Awesome. Just what I wanted. Then again, I'm glad she's talking to me about it and not just buying what the stores are trying to sell her. <br />
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<em>As a side note, if you haven't read Cinderella Ate My Daughter, give it a read. It's thought provoking but not quite earth shattering</em>. Oh, is it in poor taste to say that? Opps. I hope not.<br />
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We went to the ballet of Cinderella not too long ago and I forgot to tell her the story ahead of time so I don't think much of it made sense to her. It was pretty dancing, pretty costumes and a fair bit of whispered"mama, are they done?" She enjoyed it, but the one thing she seemed to understand was that Cinderella was a princess at some point. So far, Sparky thinks that a princess is a ballerina, or at least most of the time.<br />
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Today she was pretending that a wash cloth was a diaper (love it!) and said something about there being a princess on the diaper. I glanced over and it was the one with Angelina Ballerina on it. She has no idea who that is, but she recognized the costume and dance pose I guess. She understood that it was a ballerina which again, equates to princess right now.<br />
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I asked her if she knew what a princess was and she said no. I told her "a princess is the daughter of a king and queen, or the wife of a princess." Next thing I hear from Sparky: "this princess is the <u>wise</u> of a prince!"<br />
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Yup kid, you got it! :)Epiphiushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14816044052664087243noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4619485054346700306.post-51943700186540057482011-04-06T23:37:00.000-07:002011-04-06T23:37:13.479-07:00Want to fight like a 3 year old?Thus far there's very little fighting in my house. Both kids bicker a little here and there, but that's about the extent of it. In thinking about it though, I like the way little little kids fight. They yell, they sometimes hit, they cry, they lay it all out. The have their fight, they feel their emotions and then they move on with life. I remember when I was growing up that the worst insult my friends and I would fling at each other was "You can't come to my birthday party!"<br />
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As an adult, the fighting I see around me is much more disturbing. Fortunately, there isn't much of it, but it's much more a war of words, agenda's and subtle insults that a 3 year old doesn't even understand. There's generally not yelling, hitting, or raw emotion spewed all over the place. Sometimes crying, sometimes absolute disrespect, sometimes just junk. It's not all laid out there, dealt with and then over. It lingers, the relationships change and often, things are never the same.<br />
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Maybe we should institute a "fight like a toddler day". A day to just lay it all out, deal with it, and then make up and play together.Epiphiushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14816044052664087243noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4619485054346700306.post-1258337942045301662011-03-31T23:44:00.000-07:002011-03-31T23:45:32.799-07:00See it in her eyes?This kid I tell ya.<br />
She's got her mom's troublesome nature and her grandpa's mischievousness.<br />
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At dinner the other evening, I looked at Spunky and she had the little twinkle in her eye. The little twinkle that said "I'm going to keep you on your toes mom and dad!" and "look out world, nothing can prepare you for ME!" There's a reason I call her Spunky!<br />
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Upon seeing said twinkle, I told her "I can see it in your eyes!" Little rodent promptly closed her eyes tightly, smiled her smug smile and turned her nose up at me!<br />
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I sure love my Spunky little girl!Epiphiushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14816044052664087243noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4619485054346700306.post-88245595789232588262011-03-23T16:16:00.000-07:002011-03-23T16:16:42.976-07:00Get drowned in pink?I don't know when or how it happened, but sure enough, it did.<br />
As I had both kids in my lap nursing before nap over the weekend, I counted no less than 13 distinct shades of pink in my line of sight. How in the heck???<br />
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I'm not a fan of pink and pretty much only tolerate it in my life because it was Sparky's favorite color for a long time and is a reasonably flattering color on me. It might still be Sparky's favorite color but it's hard to tell this week.<br />
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We also busted out some of the Christmas gifts that we had put away this weekend. Wouldn't you know, more pink. Big pink piles of pink. And tulle. Piles of pink tulle. How did I get drowned in pink?Epiphiushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14816044052664087243noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4619485054346700306.post-65331449378060123382011-03-22T23:36:00.000-07:002011-03-22T23:36:11.622-07:00Feel the weight of complete trust?It happens the same way each night.<br />
Sparky brushes her teeth, reads a book and then nurses. When she's all done, she uses the potty, goes to bed, has 1 song and some snuggles and then goes to sleep.<br />
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A couple hours later, I get her from her bed to use the potty before I go to sleep myself. She might be able to make it through the night without that potty time, but we're setting her up for success and knowing that she has a lot of milk right before bed, we choose to help her with the potty in her sleep. She doesn't wake to use the potty (or for anything else either really), instead, she trusts us to help her.<br />
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It's that middle of the night potty time that tells me she trusts me completely. I open her bedroom door and try to figure out where she's laying and how she's turned in the dark. Then I pick her up and can feel the full weight of her resting against me. She just snuggles against me while we go to the potty and I set her feet down. When we're done with the potty, she just stands there and waits for me to pick her back up to go back to her bed. She doesn't normally wake up at any point in this, but she is always sound asleep before we get back to her bed and she's tucked back in.<br />
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Sparky is also a kid who wants to be picked up, held upside down, danced with, helped with handstands and flung around like a swing dancer! There's never any fear of being dropped by Hubs or I as she is dangling upside down by the ankles, flipped over and in perpetual motion with parental assistance.<br />
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So if you were to ask me today what it feels like to be completely trusted, I would tell you it feels like 35 pounds of warm snuggly kid loving their mama. That's what it feels like knowing that Sparky trusts me completely.<br />Epiphiushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14816044052664087243noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4619485054346700306.post-29300845388002286392011-03-21T16:59:00.000-07:002011-03-21T16:59:32.825-07:00Shift perspective?As a kid, I had lots of kids that I lived by and who's parents each had different ideas about how to raise their kids. From what I know about all of us kids, we've all grown up to be reasonable adults that our parents aren't ashamed of. I used to think that one particular friend's parents were overly rigid and way too overprotective.<br />
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As an adult and parent, I'm eating humble pie and feeling like I need to appologize. So, here we go.<br />
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Kathy, Charles and Heather~<br />
I am so sorry for making fun of your family and your rules. As a parent myself now, I recognize that you were setting limits for your kids and family and trying to raise your kids to be healthy and happy. From everything I know, job well done. I now find myself raising my kids with many of the same principles that I saw in action in your home. Thank you for showing me a different type of parenting than I saw in my own home.Epiphiushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14816044052664087243noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4619485054346700306.post-60657653756090060682011-03-17T23:21:00.000-07:002011-03-17T23:21:42.595-07:00Bathe in leprechaun pee?It was actually the kidlets that did it. :)<br />
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With today being Saint Patrick's day and the kids wanting to play in the bathtub this morning, I gave them green water! A friend tipped me off that when it's in the potty, it's leprechaun pee. I'm not sure what it is in the bathtub, but it got your attention right?<br />
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<a href="http://www.amazon.com/Crayola-Color-Water-Coloring-Tablets/dp/B0036I6SD6/ref=sr_1_18?s=toys-and-games&ie=UTF8&qid=1300428992&sr=1-18">Crayola Color Dots at Amazon</a><br />
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I had some reservations about these initially because of their artificial coloring but then I decided that as often as we use them, what the heck! Kids love playing in the bath and it's a pretty easy way to buy me 10 minutes. I also wondered about if they would dye the tub, tiles, grout or blond kids. Nope, not at all!<br />
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We received about 200 of these for Christmas which I have to admit is super excessive. But, it's a fun way to learn color blending and a bit of simple science. Yup, worth the about $5 a pack of 30.Epiphiushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14816044052664087243noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4619485054346700306.post-45034327268421390912011-03-16T00:06:00.000-07:002011-03-24T15:00:05.846-07:00Have a nostalgic moment, but updated?<span style="font-family: inherit;">Learning to cook has been a bit of a curve for me because I don't have a great foundation to build on. Pasta Roni and pork chops just don't cut it for me as an adult, especially when I'm trying to teach my kids how to eat diverse and nutritious meals.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Tonight however, I made a dinner that I've only seen made by my mom. I only know it as barbeque cups.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Barbeque Cups<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">1/3 batch easy biscuit recipe (enough for 8 biscuits, recipe is below)</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">3 cups ground meat or meat substitute (I used Morningstar Farms crumbles)</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">¼-ish cup barbeque sauce</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Make the biscuit dough per recipe and then divide into 8 pieces instead of rolling it flat. Press and spread each piece of dough into a cupcake pan space, being sure to go as far up the sides as reasonably possible without breaking the bottom of the dough or mending it if you do. Turn the oven on to 450. Put the water (and 2T is a guess, just a little bit to keep it from sticking initially) and "meat" in a small pan on the stovetop. Heat the “meat” and sauce on the stovetop while the oven pre-heats and then divide the “meat” mix into each of the dough cups. Bake for 10 minutes. Add cheese to each cup and bake another 5 minutes or until cheese is melty. If the cups are particularly full, put a flat baking sheet under the cupcake pan.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Georgia,Bold"; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"></span><span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Georgia,Bold"; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">by </span><span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">Diane Loomans</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"></span><span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">If I had my child to raise over again, I'd finger paint more and point the finger less.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"></span><span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">I would do less correcting and more connecting.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"></span><span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">I'd take my eyes off my watch, and watch with my eyes.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"></span><span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">I would care to know less and know to care more.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"></span><span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">I'd take more hikes and fly more kites.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"></span><span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">I'd stop playing serious and seriously play.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"></span><span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">I'd run through more fields and gaze at more stars.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"></span><span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">I'd do more hugging and less tugging.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"></span><span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">I'd build self-esteem first, and the house later.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"></span><span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">I would be firm less often, and affirm much more.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"></span><span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">I'd teach less about the love of power, and more about the power of love.</span><span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br /><span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">Don’t get me wrong, it’s a lovely poem. Problem is that there’s no reason to wait and wish that you had a chance to do it again. If you’re a parent, you’re always a parent and you can make the changes now. If you’re lucky enough to be a grandparent, consider that your chance to do it again!</span>Epiphiushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14816044052664087243noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4619485054346700306.post-64571324388087689152011-03-07T16:23:00.000-08:002011-03-07T16:23:08.935-08:00Celebrate Lent?Okay, in all fairness, it hasn't started yet. It'll start on Wednesday.<br />
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In the religious sense, Lent is about connecting back to faith. That's overly simplified, but that's a start.<br />
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For those who aren't religious, it's still an opportunity to let go of the stuff that makes us less than stellar people. Or a time to add a new habit that gets us a step towards stellar.<br />
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I feel like I generally avoid drama, but I've been sucked into it lately. Today I decided that I'm giving up the petty drama for Lent. Hubs is in agreement with me on this. I asked him to eradicate a certain pair of drama mongers from my e-mail. Nothing more that they send will be seen by me. Good bye drama!<br />
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I'm fortunate enough and make decisions such that I have very few catty women (or men) in my life. Problem is, occasionally one slips in and then I get sucked into their negative vortex of yuck. For Lent, I'm just removing the people and their yuck from my life. I have way too many great things in my life to spend time or energy on yuck.<br />
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So, with the yuck removed, I'm adding back in the attention that a couple of my friendships are worth. For lots of (admittedly insufficient reasons), a couple of my dear friendships have faded or been neglected as of late. Now I can reinvest my energy into meaningful friendships with awesome people.<br />
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Lent officially starts on Wednesday, but this is one of those things that I don't have to wait for to start observing.Epiphiushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14816044052664087243noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4619485054346700306.post-38001606579203718112011-03-06T23:59:00.000-08:002011-03-06T23:59:02.311-08:00Let it all roll off?There's been too much crap in my life lately. Today started anew.<br />
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Instead of continuing to deal with the crap, I said no more and let it all roll off my back like water off a duck. Quack quack quack.<br />
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Took the kiddos and Hubs to church where Sparky decided she was ready to sing audibly. She sings A LOT on a normal day, but this was the first time I've heard her in church. She can't read the words yet so she sings from memory and I think she's been intimidated. I could be wrong, but that's my suspicion.<br />
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It brought tears to my eyes a bit to hear my little kid singing a love song to God. Pretty cool kid, let me tell ya.<br />
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After church, we delivered a coat to a friend's son on our way to a special place in our family. Got there, got wet, loved it and left. We took the scenic route home.<br />
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Had to stop to get gas to make life easier the rest of the week and I checked my e-mail in the car while Hubs pumped gas. Yeah, he's awesome that way! In my in-box, lo and behold, there's a wonderful gift from a group of amazing women who I'm so proud to call friends. I've got it lucky!!<br />
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Instead of the kidlets sleeping when we got home, I got to! I think Sparky slept for awhile with me, but I just got all snuggled up and fell asleep. Just what I always wanted!<br />
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After waking, it was dinner with the in-laws (who I enjoy and usually get along with) including my favorite salad dressing at the Spaghetti Factory. Yum, yum yum!!!<br />
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Then a beautiful conversation with one of my favorite people.<br />
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Awesome day that just washed away the junk of lately.<br />
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Happy quack.Epiphiushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14816044052664087243noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4619485054346700306.post-75119472436896739842011-03-04T22:30:00.000-08:002011-03-04T22:30:09.856-08:00Feed a friend in need?<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">The original recipe for the chili is from Dad’s Own Cookbook (probably my favorite cookbook!) and the starting recipe for the chili seasoning is from <a href="http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/Chili-Seasoning-Mix-II/Detail.aspx"><span style="color: blue;">http://allrecipes.com//Recipe/Chili-Seasoning-Mix-II/Detail.aspx</span></a>. Both parts that I have here are adapted based on my family’s preferences and what we had available and needing to be used.</span><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
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<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">2 teaspoons olive oil<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">1/2 red pepper<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">1/2 orange pepper<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">1/2 yellow pepper<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">1/2 green pepper<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">1 medium yellow onion<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">2 cans kidney beans drained<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">4 cans diced tomatoes<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">2 teaspoons all-purpose flour (I’ll leave this out next time)<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">2 teaspoons chili powder<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">1 1/2 teaspoons crushed red pepper<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">1 teaspoon powdered onion<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">1 teaspoon powdered garlic<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">1 teaspoon ground cumin<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">1 teaspoon dried parsley<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">1/2 teaspoon salt<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">1/2 teaspoon dried basil<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">1/8 teaspoon ground black pepper <o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">8oz frozen edamame<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">8oz frozen corn (left this out of the meal for my friend)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"></span><span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">The original recipe calls for the chili to go on a taco shell with shredded lettuce, fresh tomato, and cheese. We normally serve it just as chili with shredded/grated cheese on top. Yum!</span><b><span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"><o:p></o:p></span></b><b><span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">Chili Seasoning</span></b></div>
<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">2 teaspoons all-purpose flour<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">2 teaspoons chili powder<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">1 1/2 teaspoons crushed red pepper<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">1 teaspoon powdered onion<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">1 teaspoon powdered garlic<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">1 teaspoon ground cumin<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">1 teaspoon dried parsley<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">1/2 teaspoon salt<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">1/2 teaspoon dried basil<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">1/8 teaspoon ground black pepper</span>Epiphiushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14816044052664087243noreply@blogger.com0