Who needs hot cocoa when you can have a pumpkin spice steamer?
8oz hot Milk
2 oz Torani Pumpkin Spice Syrup
Top with real whipped cream, and a dash of ground cinnamon
(Almond and Amaretto flavored syrups work great too! Add a maraschino cherry on top instead of cinnamon. You can get these at any food service supply store and sometimes on the coffee isle in the supermarket.)
Oh yeah, and here's something to make your Christmas more Olfactorily pleasing.
Favorite Christmas potpourri-
2 Cinnamon sticks
2 Bay leaves
12 Whole cloves
10 Whole allspice
Steep in hot water over a tea candle votive or on the stove (I often half the recipe and it seems to work fine too). Add more water as necessary since it will evaporate. One batch will last a week or more.
Thursday, December 13, 2012
Wednesday, December 12, 2012
12
In case you haven't noticed, today's date is 12/12/12. That's cool.
It's not going to happen for another 100 years. I won't see it happen, you won't see it happen. Of course, you can say that any date won't happen again for a hundred years, and but still...
I think it should be holiday of some sort. I think we should come up with any excuse to take a day off and party, so why not 12/12/12? And while we're at it, we should shoot off fireworks at 12:12 (am or pm, you choose. but it's too late now, because the next 12:12 is technically tomorrow).
Anyway, hope your day was a good one.
It's not going to happen for another 100 years. I won't see it happen, you won't see it happen. Of course, you can say that any date won't happen again for a hundred years, and but still...
I think it should be holiday of some sort. I think we should come up with any excuse to take a day off and party, so why not 12/12/12? And while we're at it, we should shoot off fireworks at 12:12 (am or pm, you choose. but it's too late now, because the next 12:12 is technically tomorrow).
Anyway, hope your day was a good one.
Friday, December 7, 2012
Keeping it Real
So I've had a lot of thoughts running around in my head lately. One of which was that I should blog about something... but what? I haven't done anything grand lately, I haven't even had any earth-shakingly inspiring thoughts lately, and for some reason I had it in my mind that I shouldn't post unless I had something cool to show or to say. Then I realized how ridiculous that is, and that got me thinking.
A few Sundays ago in our R.S. meeting, the teacher started out her lesson with a discussion about perfectionism vs. striving for perfection. I am somewhat acquainted with perfectionism, and have seen first-hand how it can negatively affect a person as well as those around them. The Merriam Webster Dictionary defines perfectionism as "a disposition to regard anything short of perfection as unacceptable; especially :the setting of unrealistically demanding goals accompanied by a disposition to regard failure to achieve them as unacceptable and a sign of personal worthlessness." On the other hand, in his talk to the women of the Church (of course it was to the women, because we all need this so badly) President Uchtdorf stated, "Everyone has strengths and weaknesses. It’s wonderful that you have strengths. And it is part of your mortal experience that you do have weaknesses. God wants to help us to eventually turn all of our weaknesses into strengths, but He knows that this is a long-term goal. He wants us to become perfect, and if we stay on the path of discipleship, one day we will. It’s OK that you’re not quite there yet. Keep working on it, and stop punishing yourself."
Wise words.
When you contrast the definition of perfectionism with President Uchtdorf's words --which is pretty much what the Church is really all about: striving for perfection-- it is obvious how the adversary has twisted an originally good thing, and the erroneous and irrational thinking of perfectionism couldn't be more plain. I also believe that feeling that anything or anyone is worthless is not very Christlike.
A while ago, as I was doing some self-evaluation and wondering if a mid-course correction was in order (which it was, but that's a subject for another day) I came across this little jewel. It's an interview with a person whom I greatly admire, and who also happens to be the former President of the Relief Society. She talks about what she does with her free time, and answers a few questions about leisure activities in general ...including blogging. Coming from a church leader in a religion that encourages constantly being "anxiously engaged in a good cause"(D&C 58:27) I was very interested in what she had to say. If you have a half hour, listen to the whole thing, if you only have a few minutes, click here and here to hear what she says about blogging specifically.
Basically, it made me start thinking more seriously about what I put on my blog, along with how much time I take to write posts as well as browse the internet and other blogs I like to follow.
I've decided that blogging for me, is a two edged sword. I do like reading uplifting blogs that give me great ideas and encourage me as a mother. I like writing and getting things out of my head, feeling a little more connected to the outside world and possibly having something to contribute. However, sometimes I can tell its not good for me, especially when I go overboard and use it as an escape from unpleasant tasks at hand (like dishes and laundry). Despite my tendency to avoid housework, I find that it's not just the time it takes, but the toll it takes on my self-esteem and my own sense of well being --because when it comes to blogging and reading other people's blogs (or pinterest --which I'm actually not subscribed to but I check out once in a while, and if I were on facebook, which I'm not, it would also be on this list) I often find myself consumed with both the desire to be everything, and do everything I see, as well feeling very discouraged about who I am and how little I am usually able to actually accomplish along with everything I have to do on a day-to-day basis (basically comparing my worsts to their bests). When I feel this happening I have to stop and remind myself to be realistic. (Personally, I like to think horrid things about what's not shown in those oh-so-perfect pictures to make myself feel better. I'm not condoning that of course... *ahem*)
Anyway, it got me to thinking about how my blog might come across to others, and if I in any way could possibly be making anyone else out there feel bad about themselves. Now, I flatter myself here by assuming that anyone would be impressed by anything on my little blog --but perhaps I could set a precedent for all bloggers and pinterest-ers out there anyway.
I confess that my childhood, while teaching me many things about the value of hard work and doing things right, also left me with a need to keep up appearances. I'm sure that wasn't what my parents were trying to teach me when we'd run around frantically cleaning the house if word came that guests were to arrive soon, but you can see how I might have got that impression. When I do that, my husband may roll his eyes, but kindly humors me, probably thankful for whatever motivation can get me to finally clean the house. So it's no surprise that sometimes when I take a picture for my blog, I discreetly shove things out of the way first so that my house appears to have some semblance of order. I don't mean to be dishonest, but who wants to see my dirty laundry? Besides, if I'm really striving for the ideal can't I pretend I've reached it once in a while? There's nothing wrong with that, right? Of course my ideal is a home free of clutter and where my kids pick up after themselves, the dishes are always done immediately after meals, and my counters and floors are spotless, etc. etc. etc... yeah, okay so I realize it's a bit unrealistic. However I still cling to the hopes that it could be possible. When company comes --through nothing less than super-heroic efforts-- I can usually make the impossible happen (for at least a day or two), thus reinforcing that belief that the ideal can actually exist. Even my mother (no offense mom) believed it was possible, and yet in 30 years I have never seen it realized for an extended period of time. I know there are people out there who really do know how to make it happen, but so far I haven't learned the secret.
Is it hopeless then? Well, I don't know that letting go of my hopes and giving up would help anything, (well maybe a bit less anxiety perhaps), and I still think that my (however irrational) need to clean the house before company comes is a good, hospitable, thing to do... And honestly if I can't muster the intrinsic motivation to reach my goals I might as well make the most of whatever bit of pride gives me some extrinsic motivation to get things done.
Although I never thought that it could do any good to see the mess behind the scenes, I've decided I need to be more honest so that nobody else out there is trying to hold themselves up to a fake standard and feeling bad that they can't achieve it day in and day out.
The proverbial straw that broke the camel's back was a blog post I read recently about this very issue. Of course, she has put it much more eloquently than I ever could, and on top of that she is a great example of keeping it real herself, but in hopeful and inspiring ways.
Anyway, all of this put together has inspired me to do something about it. So here goes. In case you ever thought I "had it all together" this is the view from where I ate lunch the other day.
Yikes.
Wouldn't this make a great still life? No, it wouldn't, and that's the point. You see, whoever came up with that oxymoron had a great sense of humor. Life. is. never. still. But this is what happens if mom sits still for too long.
I don't think it gets much worse than this.
I'd like to say I just had a bad week (which I did, and that's not uncommon), but honestly, I think those prints have been there for a month or two.
It's comforting to know that if I died, the baby could probably survive for a few days from what's on the floor. Maybe that's why he puts it there.
Now don't think that just because the cat's out of the bag I'm not going to shove stuff out of the pictures from here on out, but I give you this brief glimpse in an effort to make you all feel better about yourselves, and to help me be more humble.
It's all about context. Right now, at this stage of my life with small children underfoot making every surface sticky, bringing in pocket-loads of sand and dirt, losing toys and hiding "treasures" in the weirdest places, I cannot expect to have an immaculate house. If I tried, I would be a terrible mother and wife. I do believe that a clean home invites the Spirit, but I also know that when I let a clean home come become more important than my kids the spirit of our home is not a good one. It's an everyday balancing act. An exhausting one at that. All I can do is do my best.
Actually, scratch that last sentence.
I am personally not a fan of the phrase, "just do your best." I never promise to "do my best" because for me, that invites perfectionism. If I always did my "best" I would literally go crazy. I know what I am capable of and if I held myself to that standard in even one or two things in my life, everything would slip out of balance and I would fail miserably. So, as a personal safeguard, I'll only ever commit to "do what I can." And on those days when what I can do isn't as much as what someone else can appear to do, or even what I was able to do yesterday or last week, or when I was 20, I won't hate myself for it, but I'll keep working to improve just a little bit in every area of my own life and keep moving forward toward that "long-term goal" of perfection. That is really all that is required of us.
Also a word about guilt. Do I feel guilty for having a house like that (or for how much time I've spent writing this post)? You bet I do. I'm not throwing guilt out the window and embracing my messiness or bad habits or anything like that. There is a purpose and a place for guilt --to prod us to action and change. But if it makes us feel like less of a person, makes us too ashamed to interact positively with other people, discourages us beyond being able to function, makes us think we are unworthy to blog or even worse, unworthy to pray, etc., then it is a tool of the Devil.
So while perusing the internet, and especially during the holiday season, where there is so much around us telling us to do this or that, or even to do less of this or less of that, don't feel guilty about what you do or don't do. Don't compare yourself to others at all (easier said than done, I know). Let's just give it our all, leaving perfection for the long term, and focus on what's truly important for us at whatever point we are in our lives.
And finally, let's give each other a break by keeping it real.
(Although I am adding this much later, here is another great post I found about this very same thing. Everyone should read it.)
Tuesday, November 13, 2012
Fall Fun
If you recall, when it came to choosing which house to rent, I decided against the one we're in now because it had no trees in the back yard. Through a small mix up, we ended up where we are anyway, and I was sorely disappointed. What can I say, I am a tree lover, a shade lover, and most of all, a mother of three boys.
Trees and boys were just made to go together. It turns out though that there is actually a much overlooked tree in our front yard. The boys discovered that it was climbable a few weeks ago while my husband was out doing some yard work.
They were so happy, and I was grateful for that one little tender mercy. Not only is there a tree in our yard, but it's a relatively safe tree to climb --not too high, lots of branches to catch you, etc.
Not to mention that it gave us just enough leaves for a good sized pile to jump in but not so many leaves that we were overwhelmed with raking them all up.
It was a first for the baby, and he swatted at the pile for a while, until we stuck him in the middle of it. He wasn't so sure about that.
Anyway, this one little tree gave us hours of fun as a whole family that day. We even made a little friend, which is another one of those things that little boys just love, and what's more, it's our neighbor's so I don't even have to take care of it. It's a win-win situation for sure.
| Don't worry, I was right behind the baby. This is why we don't play in the front yard very often. |
As for the lack of shade in the back yard, we took care of that ourselves earlier this Fall.
And it's portable!
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| Free basketball stand, plus $8 patio umbrella from the thrift store and voila! Portable shade! |
Monday, November 5, 2012
Enlightened
It's that time again...
Whoever came up with daylight savings didn't have young children. In the Fall, while everyone else gets an extra hour of sleep, we parents simply have to wake up an hour earlier, because that's when our kids wake up. Now all our sleeping and eating schedules are off. Great idea...
Anyway, I won't bother complaining. It's not going to change anything. I'll just look for the bright side, such as... now my baby actually takes a nap before Church, and we'll have a little bit longer before we have to walk to school in the total dark.
I've also decided that when something initially angers you, it's better to find out more about it before passing judgement, then if it still makes you angry, you are justified. (Okay, not really, anger is never a good thing.) Anyway, here's some interesting facts about Daylight savings time to help you all become more enlightened.
Daylight Savings Time Anecdotes.
Daylight Savings Time Explained by C.G.P. Grey:
Soup's On!
It's been getting colder, and we all know what that means... Soup Season is here!
I haven't always loved soup. When I go to a restaurant, the last thing I would consider ordering is soup. Of course, we didn't have a lot of soup growing up. Chicken noodle soup was about the only thing I knew, perhaps a few creamy soups like cream of broccoli and clam chowder (what's the difference between a chowder and a soup?) and I suppose you could call New England Boiled Dinner "soup." Other than that it was just a can of Campbell's here and there, but soup in general was one of those things my dad didn't care for so we didn't have it very often --like Mexican food. Random fact about me... I had never eaten at a Mexican restaurant until I was on my mission in Poland. Polish Mexican food is very different from American Mexican food (as in, I don't think Americans put curry on their taco salad), which I'm sure is very different from real Mexican food (pretty sure they don't use curry there either) but I wouldn't know. As a side note, Polish Chinese food is way different from American Chinese food, which I'm sure is nothing like actual Chinese food, but what puzzles me is that they all employ Chinese chefs, so.... yeah.
Anyway back to soup.
On my mission I learned to love soup. I love Polish soups, (most of them) Cucumber soup being one of my favorites, and there were many more that I didn't even know what was in them but they sure hit the spot in the winter after walking around all day in the freezing cold. I even had tomato soup made from, like, real fresh tomatoes!! (I know, blows your mind.) It was fabulous! However, when I got back to the states, I forgot about my love of soup, and went back to eating like I always had (with the exception of eating at more Mexican restaurants --the very Americanized kind like Bajios and Costa Vida and Cafe Rio). However, last Spring I was in charge of a Relief Society dinner, and what did we serve? Soups! Several Ladies brought crockpots full of their favorite soups and we got to taste them all. It revived my love for soups. Not only that, but it even snowed for the occasion and we all know there isn't anything better than hot soup on a cold day!
So where was I going with this.... Oh yeah. So it's been getting cold here, and the other day I felt like eating soup. I had also read this book to the kids recently (which is an awesome book, and seriously could solve a lot of the world's problems if we could all live by it --think Zion here) and it sparked a memory in me.
When I was in joy school, (a fancy name for a neighborhood preschool co-op), we read this story and then the lady who was in charge that day actually made Stone Soup right in front of our eyes. I was flabbergasted that she would actually put a rock in her pot! I remember eating the soup and (besides worrying about the dirt that most likely came off the rock) thinking it was the best tasting thing in the world (perhaps it was the novelty of it, or perhaps the fact that it wasn't Campbell's had something to do with it as well). Anyway, the memory has stuck with me ever since, along with the principle the book was teaching, and so I decided to make Stone Soup with my children.
When I first suggested the idea to my kids they were excited, but then my very pragmatic 5 year old informed me, "but rocks are not good for us to eat. It would be bad for our bodies."
True. Very true. So I explained and we scrubbed a nice sized stone that he found outside very well before putting it in a pot (one that doesn't have teflon).
I roughly went by the ingredients mentioned in the book which included water, salt and pepper, carrots potatoes, cabbage, beef, barley, and milk. I say "roughly" as in I used carrots and potatoes, however I also used vegetable broth with just a little bit of water, celery instead of cabbage, Polish sausage instead of beef, evaporated milk instead of fresh milk, (I was basically cleaning out the leftovers in my fridge) and no barley (ew), but I added some chopped up spinach. It turned out to be delicious! I was quite pleased with myself. Who knew soup could be so easy? It was somewhat reminiscent of Zuppa Toscana (which is something I've heard is served Olive Garden, but like I said, I don't order soups at restaurants I was introduced to it at the R.S. dinner).
The kids said it was yummy (although they had to be coerced to finish their bowls), and my 5 yr old said, "I must have picked a good rock!"
So much for them getting the point of the book.
I tried to explain that it was the townspeople working together and sharing the little they had that created something wonderful that none of them could have created by themselves and that applies to more than just feeding the hungry, of course... but I could see I was going over his head again and finally told him that yes, he picked a very tasty rock.
Perhaps someday he'll understand the concept.
If you want an even greater understanding of the subject (not soup but cooperation and pitching in for the greater good) here's a great talk that I would suggest reading.
I haven't always loved soup. When I go to a restaurant, the last thing I would consider ordering is soup. Of course, we didn't have a lot of soup growing up. Chicken noodle soup was about the only thing I knew, perhaps a few creamy soups like cream of broccoli and clam chowder (what's the difference between a chowder and a soup?) and I suppose you could call New England Boiled Dinner "soup." Other than that it was just a can of Campbell's here and there, but soup in general was one of those things my dad didn't care for so we didn't have it very often --like Mexican food. Random fact about me... I had never eaten at a Mexican restaurant until I was on my mission in Poland. Polish Mexican food is very different from American Mexican food (as in, I don't think Americans put curry on their taco salad), which I'm sure is very different from real Mexican food (pretty sure they don't use curry there either) but I wouldn't know. As a side note, Polish Chinese food is way different from American Chinese food, which I'm sure is nothing like actual Chinese food, but what puzzles me is that they all employ Chinese chefs, so.... yeah.
Anyway back to soup.
On my mission I learned to love soup. I love Polish soups, (most of them) Cucumber soup being one of my favorites, and there were many more that I didn't even know what was in them but they sure hit the spot in the winter after walking around all day in the freezing cold. I even had tomato soup made from, like, real fresh tomatoes!! (I know, blows your mind.) It was fabulous! However, when I got back to the states, I forgot about my love of soup, and went back to eating like I always had (with the exception of eating at more Mexican restaurants --the very Americanized kind like Bajios and Costa Vida and Cafe Rio). However, last Spring I was in charge of a Relief Society dinner, and what did we serve? Soups! Several Ladies brought crockpots full of their favorite soups and we got to taste them all. It revived my love for soups. Not only that, but it even snowed for the occasion and we all know there isn't anything better than hot soup on a cold day!
So where was I going with this.... Oh yeah. So it's been getting cold here, and the other day I felt like eating soup. I had also read this book to the kids recently (which is an awesome book, and seriously could solve a lot of the world's problems if we could all live by it --think Zion here) and it sparked a memory in me.

When I was in joy school, (a fancy name for a neighborhood preschool co-op), we read this story and then the lady who was in charge that day actually made Stone Soup right in front of our eyes. I was flabbergasted that she would actually put a rock in her pot! I remember eating the soup and (besides worrying about the dirt that most likely came off the rock) thinking it was the best tasting thing in the world (perhaps it was the novelty of it, or perhaps the fact that it wasn't Campbell's had something to do with it as well). Anyway, the memory has stuck with me ever since, along with the principle the book was teaching, and so I decided to make Stone Soup with my children.
When I first suggested the idea to my kids they were excited, but then my very pragmatic 5 year old informed me, "but rocks are not good for us to eat. It would be bad for our bodies."
True. Very true. So I explained and we scrubbed a nice sized stone that he found outside very well before putting it in a pot (one that doesn't have teflon).
| That's no potato. |
I roughly went by the ingredients mentioned in the book which included water, salt and pepper, carrots potatoes, cabbage, beef, barley, and milk. I say "roughly" as in I used carrots and potatoes, however I also used vegetable broth with just a little bit of water, celery instead of cabbage, Polish sausage instead of beef, evaporated milk instead of fresh milk, (I was basically cleaning out the leftovers in my fridge) and no barley (ew), but I added some chopped up spinach. It turned out to be delicious! I was quite pleased with myself. Who knew soup could be so easy? It was somewhat reminiscent of Zuppa Toscana (which is something I've heard is served Olive Garden, but like I said, I don't order soups at restaurants I was introduced to it at the R.S. dinner).
The kids said it was yummy (although they had to be coerced to finish their bowls), and my 5 yr old said, "I must have picked a good rock!"
So much for them getting the point of the book.
I tried to explain that it was the townspeople working together and sharing the little they had that created something wonderful that none of them could have created by themselves and that applies to more than just feeding the hungry, of course... but I could see I was going over his head again and finally told him that yes, he picked a very tasty rock.
Perhaps someday he'll understand the concept.
If you want an even greater understanding of the subject (not soup but cooperation and pitching in for the greater good) here's a great talk that I would suggest reading.
Wednesday, October 31, 2012
Spooky Face
Happy Halloween!
| When we filled our new sandbox, we had fun with the bit of dark sand we had from before. Spooky huh? |
| I know, so trashy. |
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Pumpkin Patch Kids
(I'm having layout issues so I'll just type the words down here.)
Last week we went to a pumpkin patch with some friends. It was more than just pumpkins of course. They are actually known for their huge corn maze but we didn't do that. (Honestly, who in their right mind would pay to wander through a corn field with kids in the cold for who knows how many hours?)
I was surprised at all the other stuff they had to do there though, like a hay bale maze, and hay bales stacked up high with a very bumpy "slide," and we went on a hay ride as well to see the pumpkins. The kids favorite activity was probably the corn box though. Like a sand box, just less ...sandy. We still ended up taking some home in pockets and diapers, but I can deal with corn. The baby loved it ...in more ways than one, and so did the kids. There was a tractor to climb on, tires to scale and crawl through, old fashioned water pumps to try, and thanks to my generous friend who gave us tokens, they also got to go on the barrel train thing. It was a kids paradise! They were having so much fun they didn't want to leave. I ran out of time since I had a prior dinner engagement, and so I left my husband and kids there to enjoy fresh dipped corndogs (which was probably tastier than what I had for dinner). All around, it was some good ol' fashioned fun, and despite the chilly weather, we had a blast.
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