Wednesday, March 31, 2010

A True Sign that Spring is Really Here.


I'm not actually complaining. I am happy Spring is here. And if Spring being here means my car gets pooped on, then so be it. I'm just  not very good at remembering to wash the car. 

Tuesday, March 30, 2010

Twenty One

On Sunday my sister turned 21 years old. I won't write a sappy post, expressing the love I have for her. I did that last year. Instead, I'll share with you some stories from Katherine's infant days, that I was reminded of this past weekend when I was in Texas celebrating with her. Remember-- I am 9+ years older than Katherine, so I was 9-10 years old when I said these things:

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One day, I was visiting our grandparents' house. My grandmother was talking to me and said, "Kelly, does your mom ever crimp your hair anymore?" I responded in my most dramatic and sad voice with, "No. She doesn't have time to anymore. All my mom ever does is walk around holding that baby, saying, 'There, there'."

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A couple of months later, my sister and I were BOTH visiting our grandparents' house. I was leaving the downstairs part of the house to go to the upstairs loft. My grandmother asked me, "Kelly, where are you going?" I said very dramatically, "I guess I'll just go upstairs since no one down here loves me anymore."

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Katherine, I'm glad you were born. My life is much fuller because of you. Even though the 9 year old version of myself would have said the opposite were true.

Monday, March 22, 2010

A Borrowed Story

This is from my cousin Jessica's, blog. Her blog is dedicated to conversations with her son, Grant. Grant is one of the brightest, most hilarious 6 (almost 7) year-olds I know. Grant has a sister, Maggie, who is 6 weeks younger than Eisley.

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Maggie brings Grant a book...

Maggie: Gra reeed. (Grant read)

Grant: Twinkle Twinkle little star. How I wonder what you are? It's a big ball of gas Maggie. So there's no point in wondering anymore. The end.

He hands her the book and walks off.

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

My New Favorite Thing

I look forward to Girl Scout Cookie season every year. I look forward to my Thin Mints (best when frozen!) and my Samoas especially. So yummy! But this year, I've discovered something new (to me):



The Daisy Go Rounds! They are great. They are a delicious little cookie. They are reduced-fat, and they come in handy little 100 calorie single serve snack packs. I am a fan. And I cannot get over how yummy they are. I initially bought them for Eisley. But now I think I'll have to get her another box. Especially since I've already eaten 2 packs out of the first box!

Did you guys know about these? How have I missed them?

Thursday, March 11, 2010

Faith of a Child



Though I have been a Children's Pastor for more than four years now, I'm beginning to see even more, just how beautiful the faith of a child really is, now that I'm seeing it through the life of my own child. I know that Eisley has a very limited understanding of who God is, but it blesses me so much to see how joyful she is when we pray as a family. She especially loves to pray at mealtime and snack time. Her prayers are mostly jibber jabber, with a few clearly spoken words thrown in. But I just know that her prayers must bring God our Father great delight! They are filled with such joy!

Today at snacktime, Eisley wanted to pray. She said, "Mommy, pay! (pray)". So she bowed her head and put her hands together, and I prayed. I thanked God for being such a good and loving Father. I thanked him for the gift of Jesus and for the Holy Spirit's guidance in our lives. I thanked him for our family and for our food and a few other things, and then Eisley joined me in saying "Amen". But then she looked at me and said, 'Pay Riwey, too?' I had failed to mention Riley in our prayer! So I said, "Eisley, would you like to pray for Riley?" She said, "yep!", and bowed her head, put her hands together, and said, "Riwey Riwey. Amen! (This is a prayer she prays quite often)."

And then she ate her snack. My heart bursts with joy to see the excitement on Eisley's face and to hear the delight in her voice when she knows it is prayer time.

All of this could very easily sound trite. Or like I'm saying, "Look how cute my kid is! She prays." That's not it at all. It is my prayer that this is just the beginning of a life of prayer for Eisley. She's teaching me how to pray differently even now.

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Mine


The word "mine" is apparently an unavoidable thing with a toddler. After Eisley got moved to the big kid class at school, within a week, everything was "Mine!" We're working on the whole sharing thing. Some days are better than others. And of course, there's only so much reasoning you can do with a 19 month old.

Sometimes it's frustrating. Other times it's funny. Like yesterday. On Monday night we had some friends over for dinner. They brought with them their two girls-- age 5 and 2. The 5 year old sweetly gave Eisley the little stuffed cat pictured above. She brought it with her with the sole purpose of giving it to Eisley because she just had it in her mind that Eisley would love it and that it would be the perfect toy.

And that is sort of the case. Eisley goes back and forth between laughing when she picks it up, saying, 'Kitty cat! meow meow!" and treating it like the neighborhood stray cat that nobody wants around.

Yesterday she had the cat with her while she was eating her snack, which included pretzels. She had Dog (her stuffed pink & white dog) and Baby and Kitty Cat all sitting in a row while she was eating. She was pretending to give Dog and Baby some of her snack. So I said, "Let's see if Kitty Cat wants some." I pretended to give Kitty Cat a pretzel.

Eisley's face turned. She scowled. She had the most awful look on her face. And turned to Kitty Cat and yelled, "No! NO! No Kitty Cat!!! Mine! Mine! Mine! My Pintzels!!"

And then she threw the cat on the floor.

This morning, however, I noticed that Eisley was carrying Kitty Cat around again with Dog and Baby. I don't think I'll offer it any breakfast today, though. I'm not sure the cat would survive.

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

I almost forgot.

I know I technically ended my food-related posts several days ago. BUT. I completely forgot one of the most important recipes of all. The one that made me really believe that eating vegetarian could be a really delicious way of life. Billy had been trying to convince me that eating more vegetables and less meat was a good and healthy choice-- but I was a little hesitant. And then I tried this, and thought, "Oh. This is amazing. It's so simple. But delicious. And filling, too."

So here ya go. Enjoy! This recipe is from the June 2007 issue of Everyday Food.

Pasta with Roasted Summer Vegetables and Basil



Ingredients

* 4-5 yellow summer squash, sliced 1 inch thick crosswise, halved if large
* 2 pints grape tomatoes (about 4 cups)
* 2 medium red onions, halved and sliced 1/2 inch thick
* 4 garlic cloves, peeled and smashed
* 1/4 cup olive oil
* Coarse salt and ground pepper
* 8 ounces short pasta, such as campanelle or fusilli (I like campanelle the best!)
* 2 tablespoons butter
* 1/2 cup grated Parmesan cheese, plus more for serving
* 1 cup torn fresh basil leaves

Directions

1. Preheat oven to 450 degrees. Divide squash, tomatoes, onions, and garlic between two large rimmed baking sheets. Drizzle with oil, and season with salt and pepper; toss to coat. Roast without tossing until tender and starting to brown, 30 to 40 minutes.

2. Meanwhile, bring a large pot of salted water to a boil. Add pasta, and cook until al dente, according to package instructions. Drain, and return to pot.

3. Add vegetables, butter, Parmesan, and basil to pasta; season with salt and pepper, and toss gently to combine.