tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29995240369001378062024-02-19T23:40:22.661-06:00One Happy MommyHappiness is a choice.1happymommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11526071064871160057noreply@blogger.comBlogger327125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2999524036900137806.post-74066442432520745922016-12-30T09:00:00.000-06:002016-12-30T09:00:15.023-06:00Give Me a BreakMan, oh, man, oh man......<br />
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Just when I thought I was in my groove, school schedules came out in their full glory. We <strike>narrowly</strike> made it through football season and band auditions, and then we got basketball schedules. Holy, moly, guacamole! Needless to say, I was thrilled to see Christmas break. Thankfully two of the the three kids didn't expect a visit from Santa, because I honestly don't think I would have survived the lies X3. Seriously! Amazon (Prime) saved my life!<br />
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As the break winds down to a close, it just dawned on me....I am so very grateful that I taught my kids (early on) the art of "finding something to do". We definitely have no shortage of events and engagements, so down time is precious. When the boys were younger we did outings regularly, but I made sure to let them know that I'm not a clown and therefore should not be relied upon for entertainment. Alivia's outings revolve more around her brother's schedules and she doesn't have the built in playmate that they had with each other, but I'm trying to make sure she also gets the message. Posters with pictures (during the pre-reading stage) and lists (as they get older) suggest specific activities to do when "bored". When we have time off, everyone finds their spot and does their own thing, until they need to eat. It's wonderful!! Next up....cooking lessons. 1happymommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11526071064871160057noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2999524036900137806.post-49493259336781794452016-08-31T09:00:00.000-05:002019-12-28T19:42:57.445-06:00Never Give Up<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
Two years ago, my husband surprised me with a Silhouette electronic cutting system. I was convinced that I had arrived in Crafter's Paradise. I vowed to monogram and personalize everything within reach. I plugged in the machine, downloaded the software and read the pamphlet with directions (something I never do). Within the first few months, after pinning Silhouette projects and watching tutorials, I attempted my first project. </div>
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It was such an epic fail, I don't even remember what it was. Over the course of the next year, every single attempt to cut anything was futile. I re-read the directions, watched more tutorials, and even phoned a friend. Nothing. Nada. At a certain point, Alivia looked on and declared it "scribble scrabble". </div>
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One day, the Lord himself must have decided he'd watched me flounder enough. I was in my usual troubleshooting mode when I discovered that I'd somehow missed one very important detail. I had failed to lock one of the components of the machine that helps guide the vinyl and hold it in place during the design process.</div>
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Figuring that out was the biggest hurdle. I am not very tech saavy, so the technology component still throws me off, but I am VERY proud of my first completed Silhouette project. I finished it just in time for Alivia to wear to her brother's first football game.</div>
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<br />1happymommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11526071064871160057noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2999524036900137806.post-35043562814643846612016-08-30T09:00:00.000-05:002018-10-23T08:57:46.342-05:00Be Anxious for Nothing<br />
I've always struggled with unrealistic expectations and perfectionism. As a result, I learned firsthand how it leads to procrastination and fuels anxiety. Perfectionism is the killer of productivity.<br />
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I was the kid who washed out the watercolor tray after each use to avoid all of the colors being messy. Just recently, I redecorated a cake FOUR times, before deciding it was good enough (still not right, but good enough). As I matured, I recognized how increasingly anxious I was becoming. As if the daily Valor baths weren't an indicator.Every decision received crisis status, which resulted in avoiding decisions altogether. One look at the to do list and I was hit with another wave of anxiety. It was a vicious cycle. <br />
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Because I didn't experience nervousness and never reached full fledged panic attack, I didn't recognize it for what it was. By acknowledging the problem and paying attention to triggers, I've learned to listen to my body and circumvent the downward spiral. <br />
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<br />1happymommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11526071064871160057noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2999524036900137806.post-81922345551803202422016-08-21T09:00:00.000-05:002016-08-21T09:00:18.336-05:00How Do You Eat an Elephant?The first day of school is on the horizon and I'm prepared to get my house back in order. This summer has been a good break from the crazy, scattered schedule of the school year, but it's time to get back to business.<br />
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The first thing on the list is cleaning and reorganizing. I don't think our home will ever be clean enough, to my standards; but, I'm trying to set attainable goals. I'm looking forward to participating in our neighborhood's huge semi-annual garage sale this fall. Due to weekend sports commitments, we've been unable to host a sale in several years, and it shows! So far, sentimentality hasn't gotten in the way. I'm not having trouble sorting into "keep", "sell" and "donate" piles. <br />
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Clearing the clutter is also helping me focus on cleaning. I would love to be one of those people who has a weekly schedule of Mondays-floors, Tuesday-bathrooms, etc.. I've tried that system and it was too rigid for me. My days require much more flexibility. One way I try to maximize the effectiveness is by breaking tasks into manageable chunks of time. When I look at tasks to be completed and the amount of time I have on hand, I feel much more productive. It reminds me of the quote "How do you eat an elephant? One bite at a time.".<br />
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Here's a snippet of my chore schedule:<br />
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5 min jobs<br />
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<li>Wipe down countertops</li>
<li>Sweep or mop floor (1 room)</li>
<li>Clean mirrors</li>
<li>Sweep front and back patio</li>
<li>Sort Laundry or start a load in washer/dryer</li>
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<li>Vacuum a room</li>
<li>Load or unload the dishwasher</li>
<li>Dust a room</li>
<li>Wipe down cabinets</li>
<li>Fold a load of laundry</li>
<li>Clean out the car</li>
<li>Clean toilets</li>
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<li>Clean the bathroom</li>
<li>Dust air ducts</li>
<li>Sanitize doorknobs and switch plates</li>
<li>Clean out the refrigerator</li>
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This method certainly isn't perfect. It requires a bit of consistency, so chores aren't' overlooked. But it works for me during this crazy, in and out phase of life. What are some of your cleaning hacks?</div>
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<br />1happymommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11526071064871160057noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2999524036900137806.post-60325995412092252902016-08-20T09:00:00.000-05:002019-12-28T19:47:09.690-06:00Sit Down With MeThese are the words I hear each night before bedtime; Alivia insists on sitting with me. She prefers if we go to my bed, but I've convinced her to settle for sitting on the couch. Sometimes we watch an episode of her favorite cartoon, and sometimes we just visit or read a book. I think it's safe to say Quality Time is her love language.<br />
We spend quite a bit of time together each day, but there's something special about the day's end. While I enjoy spending time with her, it can be challenging. The last few hours of my day are usually the busiest, and the amount of work I'm able to finish determines the success (or failure) of the following day. <br />
When I noticed her nightly routine and my initial apprehension, I immediately thought of the story of <a href="https://www.ucg.org/the-good-news/profiles-of-faith-mary-martha-lessons-from-two-sisters">Mary and Martha</a>. My mother often teased me about my Martha-like tendencies. Avoiding the busy-ness trap is a daily struggle. Despite the loads of laundry waiting to be folded, dishes to be put away and floors to be cleaned, I stop to sit. It's what she needs, and I've secretly learned to enjoy taking the break.1happymommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11526071064871160057noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2999524036900137806.post-28221411332058480672016-08-19T09:00:00.000-05:002016-08-19T09:00:19.566-05:00Perfect Pancakes For years, I've used the same pancake recipe. It's the one my mother made when I was a kid. It was from an old, 4 inch thick, 10 pound Better Homes and Gardens cookbook. I still have it. In fact, when I recently cleaned out the pantry, Alivia saw it and asked where I got my new bible.<br />
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Over the years, I've made a few changes to make it my own, but the base is still very good and simple. Win-win! I've never even considered another recipe until a recent Southern Living magazine came in the mail. We had a free weekend and I decided to treat my breakfast loving crew to something new.<br />
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It was ah-maazing! With this being the last weekend before school starts, I'm going to make them again; I think you should, too. Be sure to take the extra few minutes to make the syrup and compote. They're totally worth it!<br />
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<br />1happymommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11526071064871160057noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2999524036900137806.post-55302884945529959862016-08-18T09:00:00.000-05:002019-12-28T19:36:36.833-06:00Let It Go<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieDuLNDuBVRp8aD555GuYgC7phdunJ3ZfLQM7iS9gqiBM_fdoJEHkusgW43bdEKveYxYQnAYPH_TfVImyQy9e4JBXoWmZwP1FBcMFfXTWPY-a8cXBTnSmwB1BnMDQJ9ryVY5SBtI1whlfZ/s1600/M9Orientation.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieDuLNDuBVRp8aD555GuYgC7phdunJ3ZfLQM7iS9gqiBM_fdoJEHkusgW43bdEKveYxYQnAYPH_TfVImyQy9e4JBXoWmZwP1FBcMFfXTWPY-a8cXBTnSmwB1BnMDQJ9ryVY5SBtI1whlfZ/s400/M9Orientation.jpg" width="158" /></a>This year Jaden goes to high school. Of all the emotions, one that I can't seem to muster is sadness. I'm not at all sad. In fact, I'm abnormally UN-sad. I've spent some time reflecting on my feelings about this new phase. Although I'm still definitely in parent mode, I am fully aware that it is now time to loosen the reigns.<br />
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Recently the mom circle has been abuzz with dilemmas about dating, transportation, extra-curricular activities and the like. For the first time ever, I'm standing on the outer ring watching. I don't feel the need to cling on. I can clearly separate his path from mine, and I've disassociated his successes and failures as an individual from mine as a parent. I knew it would be inevitable. I just didn't realize how natural it would feel.<br />
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Basically, I've acknowledged it's time to let it go. Of course, there's still plenty of parenting to be done; however, at this point it should begin to look differently. I have been on the front lines guarding, nurturing, correcting, and instructing for almost 15 years. I've been an extremely hands-on Mom, often to the point of being labeled a "Helicopter Mom". I have my reasons. There are many. While I know that I've made plenty of mistakes, I strongly believe that my presence, influence and prayers have laid a strong foundation. Will he make mistakes? Absolutely. Will he make decisions that I don't approve of? Without a doubt! This is a part of the transition. In spite of it all, I'm confident he will be able to gradually gain the independence needed to thrive on his own as an adult. <br />
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I'll admit it feels a little weird to enter this phase as the parent. It's also exciting. Knowing that he has so many fresh, new avenues to pursue reminds me of how bright-eyed and eager to fly the nest I was at his age. I don't think he realizes how quickly the next four years will pass; and that's not all bad.<br />
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As we ring in a new school year, I can honestly say that I'm in a different state of mind. Mid-July "end of summer anxiety" began to arise. Just as I prepared to lay out a rock solid plan for getting back in the saddle (i.e. freezer meals, schedules, command center, binders, etc.), I decided to let God give me a plan. I know it was His idea, because I'm a total control freak who thrives on logistics. Let me clarify, I know God is ultimately in control, but I like to give my 2 cents (or 20). <br />
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Initially going with the flow was refreshing. It was easy to just NOT. As time passed it became a little more difficult. What would I fill my all my free time with? I mean, with nothing to worry or obsess about, what would I do? I began to say to myself (and aloud), "God will provide". What do you know? In those moments, He whispered an idea or solution. I wrote them all down and continued doing whatever I was doing.<br />
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After three weeks of this, I have quite a few notes. I'm certain this exercise is preparing me for something. In the meantime, the peace that has come with following His lead has been well worth any initial discomfort. My hope is that I can remain in this place for the school year. I would love to compare the stress level and productivity to years past.1happymommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11526071064871160057noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2999524036900137806.post-73657454945616119452016-03-24T17:02:00.004-05:002016-08-11T16:38:33.162-05:00March 16, 2016I'm alive, exhausted, but alive. I've been deliberating about what to do with the blog. I have many ideas, but little time to deal with making significant changes; so, for now I'll just try to stay current. The operative word here is: try.<br />
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There's a local publication, mostly filled with ads and only a few articles. It's free, so I usually grab a current one whenever I'm out and about. My favorite feature is the daily diary. It's a snapshot a day in the life of a local mom or dad. <br />
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Just for fun, here's my chronicle. I'll be candid this particular day was a bit bananas, but it's probably representative of at least 2 days a week.<br />
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Wednesday, March 16....<br />
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<b><i>7:00</i></b> My alarm goes off. I do not pop right up (ever). I'm not a morning person. I lay in bed and read a devotional to psyche myself out for the day.<br />
<b><i>7:20</i></b> I remember that I need to pack lunches, so I can't prolong the inevitable any longer. Into the kitchen I go. Pack 3 lunches, make french toast and bacon, start loading the dishwasher and referee the boys while they finish dressing and fight over the bathroom.<br />
<b><i>7:35 </i></b>A wakes up ready to go to gymnastics. Problem: We have 2 1/2 hrs before gymnastics<br />
<b><i>8:10 </i></b>The kids eat and JB reminds me that he has to be there at 8:35 for off season athletics<br />
<b><i>8:20</i></b> Everyone piles into the car, and we head for school<br />
<b><i>8:30</i></b> I get home and realize JB left his second lunch in the car. Oh well, I have to stop at school anyway, I'll just drop it off. I head back inside to finish cleaning the kitchen, loading the dishwasher and checking/updating today's to do list.<br />
<b><i>9:00</i></b> A starts preparing for the day and I realize her leotard is dirty. I set her load of clothes on the express cycle and hope for the best.<br />
<b><i>9:15</i></b> I hurry to dress myself, vacuum, then dress A<br />
<b><i>9:50</i></b> We leave for gymnastics. Fortunately its only 1 1/2 miles away.<br />
<b><i>10:00</i></b> I attempt to read and decompress while A is tumbling, but my to do list won't stop racing through my head like the end credits of a movie!<br />
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<b><i>11:00</i></b> Gymnastics class is over, and we head to Target<br />
<b><i>11:45</i></b> We stop at home to unpack bags. A gets a quick snack while I check and send emails, pack a bag of things my son left behind, and prepare a package to be mailed.<br />
<b><i>12:00</i></b> Drop off items at school and mail a package at the local UPS store<br />
<b><i>1:00</i></b> We're back at home. A eats a quick lunch then we talk our daily walk. It's much later than usual, but the weather is perfect, so I have to get it in.<br />
<b><i>2:00</i></b> A tunes in to a few of her favorite t.v. shows while I shower, wash my hair and dress for part 2 of our day. I reluctantly wash and detangle my hair (a very ambitious task for this time of day).<br />
<b><i>3:10</i></b> I'm 3/4 way done with my hair and 40 or so minutes to go before I have to pick up MC from school. JB calls to tell me that I brought the wrong cleats. He reassures me that I have time to bring the right ones, because the bus won't leave for the track meet (on the other side of town) until 3:30. Little does he know I'm standing in the middle of the bathroom half dressed! I throw on the rest of my clothes and make a mad dash for the school. He doesn't respond to texts right away, so I hand them off to a classmate in the parking lot and make like a bandit, since I'm looking the part.<br />
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<b><i>3:45</i></b> I finish my hair just in time to pick up MC at dismissal. He comes home to finish homework and then we make the trek to the other side of <strike>the world</strike> town to see our athlete race. My phone dies as we're pulling into the parking lot. Luckily I just used the last of the "juice" to check in with hubby to confirm that he knows the location and that he's on his way.<br />
<b><i>7:00</i></b> The meet went well. The kids and I head home while my hubby stays to wait for JB's last event. He's competing in 5 events, so he's pretty much there the entire time.<br />
<b><i>7:40</i></b> We finally make it back home. I have no idea what we're having for dinner, so I pull out a few chicken breasts from the fridge and announce that we'll be having "Chicken Surprise".<br />
<b><i>8:15</i></b> JB and the hubby come home. Dinner is ready. We eat. We bathe. I clean half the kitchen with the little bit of energy I have left and sit to watch t.v. <br />
<b><i>11:30</i></b> I wake up face down in the couch. Clearly t.v. has been watching me. I didn't get a chance to pack lunches. Tomorrow is a late arrival day, so I'll have to just do it in the morning. My bed is screaming my name.<br />
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1happymommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11526071064871160057noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2999524036900137806.post-72603829947950695582015-10-09T04:00:00.000-05:002015-10-09T15:42:07.935-05:00Perspective is EverythingEarlier this week, MC said something that totally took me by surprise; he usually does. He's an old soul who has always had a way with words. He asked, "How do you do everything, almost everything...all of this work and still stay joyful?" This one little question sent my mind in such a whirlwind I asked at least a dozen questions for clarity. The thing is, although I have an inner joy deep within that keeps me sane (mostly), on any given day I'm pretty certain that joy is camouflaged. So to think that his perception and mine don't exactly match was interesting to say the least.<br />
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MC likes calm, steady, predictable, and drama free. I can actually tell when the household crazy is driving him a little crazy. No matter how many times I've lost my cool, complained and just not been very pleasant to be around....joyful is his perception. Wow! It really makes me rethink my expectations of myself. <br />
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Have you set unrealistic expectations for yourself? What would your friends and family say? Would you believe them? I challenge you to take inventory. Perhaps it's time to change your perspective.<br />
<br />1happymommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11526071064871160057noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2999524036900137806.post-44018824736424129022015-10-01T09:00:00.000-05:002015-10-01T09:00:07.075-05:00Snips and Snails and Puppy Dog TailsI clearly remember the early days of puppy training. It was a lot like having an infant or young child, without the convenience of language. Of course I used language (good and bad), but early on, the puppy was clueless. I have vivid memories of how frisky Coco was. I remember taking her out for potty breaks, on the leash, and trying to get her to stay focused and take care of business. A few times, I even overheard my neighbors giggling about our struggles. One night, I was doing the routine nighttime break and realized just how close of a hold I had on the dog leash. There was absolutely no slack. She was within arms reach and still hard to wrangle. In that moment, I got the visual of the phrase "on a short leash". <br />
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While it seemed natural for the short distance between us to guide her to do the right thing, she didn't. Over time, I gradually eased up and loosened the rein a bit and noticed that after a short time of exploration, she got back on track. So, just as with children, she needed the supervision and guidance, but with a little freedom to do it her way. Having a teen and pre-teen recently brought this back to my remembrance. I'll admit that being a control freak makes it very hard for me to fall back in most areas, but the kids really do need the space to find their way (or see that Mom really knows best). They will pull all of the stops to assert their independence, but find comfort and stability in the structure and boundaries.<br />
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This has been the least fun stage, and I'm not sure it will improve any time soon. It's definitely a transitional phase for everyone. I've resolved to try to stay positive (1happymommy), take it in stride, one day at a time, and hope to come out wiser. 1happymommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11526071064871160057noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2999524036900137806.post-3041924429385693202015-09-29T09:00:00.000-05:002016-01-06T22:57:12.231-06:00Pork and Rice Casserole<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This is one of my favorite fall/winter recipes. It's a no-fail, childhood favorite that just says "comfort food".<br />
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Pork Chops Casserole<br />
6 pork loin chops<br />
1 c. rice<br />
1 can beef consommé soup<br />
1 can diced tomatoes with chiles<br />
1/4-1/2 c. chopped green onions<br />
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Season pork chops and brown on each side. Spread uncooked rice evenly in 9X13 casserole dish. Place pork on rice in a single layer. <br />
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The pork is good, but definitely not the star. The rice absorbs all of the flavored goodness and takes center stage. I could just eat it for days! It is a little spicy, so if you don't like a bit of a kick, consider using plain diced tomatoes. I usually serve it with a green vegetable or a salad. It just doesn't get any easier than this!<br />
<br />1happymommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11526071064871160057noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2999524036900137806.post-8052734200053690052015-09-28T09:00:00.000-05:002019-12-28T19:38:17.756-06:00Back In Our GrooveWe're finishing up the first nine weeks of school, and I must say I'm loving having my boys on the same campus again! What a time saver at drop off and pick up times! I'm also happy about the smooth transition that MC has made this far. I'm sure his transition can, in part, be attributed to my transition the second time around. I have deliberately chosen to NOT obsess about grades and assignments. It's hard and goes against everything in me, but it makes for a much less stressful week! I've shown him how to check his grades and update his planner by referencing his teacher's websites. He's a tad more responsible than his big brother which is just the icing on the cake. <br />
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Mornings have been nice, since JB goes in early for sports practice. I take MC, at a decent hour, while my hubby drops off JB on his way out to work. I've heard the early morning "discussions", but haven't been tempted to get up and intervene. I think I've earned that break! <br />
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Its really odd to see how much I've changed as a parent over the years. Baby Girl (whose now 4!) sometimes dresses herself and chooses her own breakfast and hairstyle. This is huge for a control freak like myself! I'm still not laid back, and I don't think I ever will be. I've just decided to try harder to keep things in perspective. <br />
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This week, I filled my first baking order since opening my business. It's still hard to believe I'm a baker for hire. This is really the best of both worlds. I get to do something I love to do (bake) without the guilt of eating all of the treats. I'm working on setting weekly business goals to make sure I gain momentum. So far all of the feedback has been really good, and I plan to use it to tweak some things.<br />
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or energy to prioritize and make things happen (i.e. I've been trying to finish painting a vanity for a month). Well after years of convincing myself of all the reasons to wait, I decided to just go for it. Life will happen. There will always be more commitments than time. As long as I'm raising kids, they will have a myriad of needs, and those needs shouldn't completely drown out my goals and dreams.<br />
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In the past year, I've watched as several people my age or younger have died unexpectedly or had their worlds turned upside down. It's really forced me to realize that time waits for no one. The delay for the perfect time may be the only time. So, I took the plunge (and a few cake decorationg classes) and officially opened my home bakery. It looks a little different that what I imagined, but it works best for where I am in life at the moment. The biggest thing is that I took a HUGE step and just went for it. The plan and model can be as fluid as I'd like, because it's all mine.<br />
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1happymommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11526071064871160057noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2999524036900137806.post-13293609387418449342015-08-31T21:56:00.001-05:002015-08-31T21:56:45.013-05:00Here We Go...Both boys are now in middle school, and I'm hoping that being on somewhat similar schedules will help me get back on track. We're four years into being a family of five, and I'm just as bewildered as ever. Tomorrow Baby Girl will resume preschool, and I have big plans for getting my house in order. Overzealous much, considering she'll only go two days a week.<br />
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On her off days, we really need to get on the ball academically. I feel like I've spent this time with her just playing and letting her explore independently. That has its place, but she definitely needs some guided learning opportunities. I'm not sure whether or not she'll start kindergarten next year, or at all. I still secretly want to homeschool even though I don't think I have it in me.<br />
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I'm convinced the first kid is doomed, because he/she is practice. The second (middle kids) usually tags along and can be overlooked and overshadowed by the oldest. The baby usually gets away with everything because the parents are either too old, too tired, or just decided to pick their battles. Bottom line: No matter the birth order, it's a toss-up because babies don't come with instruction manuals!<br />
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This year I would love to find balance. Go figure. I'm still in search of the elusive idea of balance. Chores, school work, schedules, disciplining and training the children....not to mention individual growth, building the marriage, and professional and personal goals. The idea of getting it all right can be overwhelming. I've always lived on or near level 10, so that's a big part of the problem. The goal is to work my way down to about 5 and learn to enjoy the journey.<br />
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Here's to a great school year (and hopefully more consistent blogging)!1happymommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11526071064871160057noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2999524036900137806.post-67806065716636462392015-03-23T18:31:00.000-05:002015-03-23T18:31:00.087-05:00I'm Still HereIt's been months! My lack of posts certainly doesn't represent a lack of activity around these parts. It's quite the opposite! We have been on a non-stop crazy train since the beginning of the school year. With each passing month the kids' seem to double their extra-curricular commitments. Sadly, I see so many others doing much more than we are. I have no idea (nor do I want to know) how they manage. <br />
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I'm trying not to get so bogged down in the mundane, day to day stuff that I miss life. That would be a tragedy! I'm also trying to revive a few personal commitments and goals in hopes that spending some time on myself will improve my overall outlook on my role as wife and mother.<br />
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Each day certainly brings its own set of challenges and lessons. At this point in my life, I just want to get the lesson the first time. 1happymommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11526071064871160057noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2999524036900137806.post-66999051386442756412014-08-07T09:00:00.000-05:002014-08-07T09:00:01.367-05:00Reduce. Reuse. RecycleI don't exactly consider myself a hoarder, but I have trouble throwing (some) things away. Take this computer hutch for instance. <br />
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With limited space and no official office in our previous home, it was perfect for concealing computer equipment and accessories. Once we moved to a larger space, I knew I wanted a desk for our desktop, but I couldn't part with this piece. <br />
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We moved it to several rooms before finally settling on the piano room. It is now the perfect place for my crafting supplies and sewing machine. I recently reorganized it to make it more functional. Now it's time to knock out a few crafts! <br />
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Before deciding to buy the KitchenAid pasta attachment, I decided to try an inexpensive countertop pasta maker. I've seen a kazillion Food Network shows where chefs and wannabes whip up a batch of pasta and make it look so simple. Of course I had to give it a try. Believe it or not, it is SO simple: time consuming and messy, but very simple. If you can play with Playdough, you can make pasta. <br />
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I've tried a few recipes including the basic one that came with the pasta maker and Mario Batali's recipe found <a href="http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/mario-batali/fresh-pasta-recipe.html">here</a>. Whichever recipe you choose, here are a few of my tips:<br />
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<li>All purpose flour will work, but semolina flour works best for Italian dishes.</li>
<li>DO NOT rush. You must pass each piece of pasta through the pasta press multiple times.</li>
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Well, I have been doing more than just cooking and eating. Crafting is therapeutic for me, and I don't do it nearly enough! I was happy to make this wreath for a dear friend recently. Just going into Hobby Lobby for supplies has me itching to make another one for myself. Sadly, the Hobby Lobby employees know me by name. Even worse, when Baby Girl was an infant, I remember telling someone I was going to Hobby Lobby and hearing her let out a loud shriek as in, "NO! NOT AGAIN!" I'm sure it was just a weird reflex, but the idea of her protesting a craft run at 6 months, was hilarious!!</div>
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Another favorite pasttime is thrifting. I LOVE a bargain. I've found everything from a silk necktie for a penny (it was priced incorrectly) to expensive formal gowns for $20. I'm even known to repurpose someone's junk (right off the curb). My hubby was out one night and rolled past these babies sitting on the curb: a FREE set of 8 iron barstools with two matching pool lounge chairs. Well, we don't have a pool, but I couldn't get these loaded up into the back of my SUV fast enough. Never mind the near rigor mortis that it caused in my arms. With a few cans of Rustoleum and cushions from World Market, they were good as new. All for my favorite price: FREE! I would totally decorate my entire house from consignment and thrift shops, if my hubby would go along. <br />
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<br />1happymommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11526071064871160057noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2999524036900137806.post-67874823431249858062014-07-10T17:31:00.000-05:002014-07-10T17:31:08.378-05:00Summer, Summer, Summertime!Here we are smack dab in the middle of summer break, and I'm totally enjoying relaxing. This is the first deliberately unscheduled summer in a VERY long time! Our summers are typically filled with swim team commitments, day camps, a vacation (or two), outings, and the list goes on. In other words, early mornings, living in the car, fragmented schedules, and Sonic. As the kids get older and have more scheduled activities during the school year, the opportunity to "chillax" seems like a mirage. This summer I just put my foot down. It took the boys a minute to adjust. At first, they were shocked that we weren't "doing anything all summer", but I had to correct them. We'll be doing things, just not EVERYTHING. I think they've finally come around. Each morning, they hop in my bed and spend an hour or so reading, followed by chores and piano practice. They have daily math and language workbook pages, and are allowed to watch t.v. after 3:00 AND all duties are complete. They've complained their fair share, but it is what it is. For breakfast, they fend for themselves. Lunch is a quick fix, and I cook dinner as usual. This was also a change, from past summers where I continued to cook 3 meals a day. Luckily, kids are pretty resilient and smart. I think they can tell the difference in my stress level, so they're rolling with it. <div>
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Now, I haven't completely gone off the grid. I'm already planning our fall schedule and the logistics, including holiday menus and decorating. I only have a few loose ends and I'll be set. I'm just hoping I can get a better handle on things this year, because by the end of last year I felt like I was treading water.</div>
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Hubby is wrapping up a local project at work, and just in time he has landed a new gig that doesn't require him to travel. That monkey on our backs has finally been lifted. No matter how many in-town assignments he's been fortunate enough to work on, the nature of his work requires him to travel. With this new company and position, comes a more regional structure (=no travel), a promotion and raise. Bye bye monkey!</div>
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Here's what I've been up to since my last post. I dare not ask myself whether I eat to live, or live to eat. Frankly, I'm ashamed of the answer! </div>
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1happymommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11526071064871160057noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2999524036900137806.post-8344747896398069422014-04-06T09:00:00.000-05:002016-08-19T23:32:50.936-05:00Chicken and Vegetable Tostadas<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Accepting God's daily portion of grace and meditating on scriptures that reaffirm His promises. I've listed a few of my favorites.</span><br />
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<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Psalms 55:22</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Proverbs 3:5-6</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Matthew 6:25-34</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Matthew 11:28-30</span></li>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Obsessing, worrying and over-analyzing. These behaviors generate fear and are counterproductive.</span><br />
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It's JB's uniform these days, and it drives me bananas! We've been going back and forth about his school attire, but I conceded after seeing how his peers dress. What I can't handle is this "get-up" when he's out with me in public. A few Sundays ago, he chose to wear this to church. Apparently Sunday mornings bring about various illnesses and ailments that interfere with how decent clothing fits. In our mad dash to get out the door for church, I honestly didn't notice his outfit until we were walking across the church parking lot.<br />
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That started my campaign to do my own version of "Ambush Makeover". Armed with a few pictures saved on a Pinterest board, we headed to a local H&M. In anticipation of a growth spurt, I decided against a complete overhaul of his wardrobe. I just wanted to get a few basic, staple pieces and accessories (hmmmm). When we stepped into the store, the boys criticized and laughed at everything from the the house/techno music blasting from the sound system to the clothing that I chose. Honestly, I laughed, because they found it so amusing. As I suggested shoe options: driving loafers, oxfords….I realized that I was out of my league.<br />
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<br />1happymommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11526071064871160057noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2999524036900137806.post-47126365869054158342014-04-01T10:40:00.002-05:002014-04-01T10:40:10.614-05:00Parenting These DaysThis stage of parenthood has certainly brought a new set of challenges! It's kind of like Texas weather- ever changing! The early years are physically demanding. As the children get older, it becomes a mental and emotional roller coaster. At the end of the day, I am mentally drained. Something tells me this is only the beginning.<br />
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JB is now 12 and eager to share his wealth of knowledge on ALL subjects. He insists on doing things his way, and taking suggestions from parents is way lame. Although it was painful at first, he finally settled into middle school. Occasionally, he has trouble getting himself organized, but overall he's on the right track.<br />
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MC has succumbed to the mysterious "middle child syndrome". He is happy to "fly under the radar", when he's not quipping a punch line. He's the creative type and quickly loses interest in things that he determines are irrelevant. Let's just say he needs a little outside motivation.<br />
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Baby Girl is our little spitfire! She has no problem telling you exactly what she wants and when she wants it. I just had a talk with the boys about the difference between assertiveness in boys and girls. I want to make sure we don't unknowingly affect her self-confidence with labels, so we'll have to find synonyms for bossy. <br />
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Recently I've been brought to tears (of laughter) at the thought of parenting a teenager and toddler at the same time. What was I thinking? I've certainly relaxed a bit, on some things, and learned to pick my battles. I'm also praying, in advance, for the teenage years!1happymommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11526071064871160057noreply@blogger.com0