"For You O Lord are a shield about me, You are the glory and lifter of my head. Psalm 3:3

"For You O Lord are a shield about me, You are the glory and lifter of my head. Psalm 3:3

Sunday, July 31, 2011

Weekend Treasures

Weekends are just the best.  For lots of reasons.  Around these parts, nothing short of simple is happening.  
It's just us.  Because weekends are for togetherness.
Weekends are for indulging.  This Saturday's big breakfast choice, Paula's Baked French Toast and we hosed it down with syrup and powdered sugar.  Because the 2 sticks of butter in the topping wasn't good enough.  
Weekends are for being blessed by friends who offer their pool to us, to anyone.  We swam, laughed, and watched our girls when they pleaded watch me!
Sometimes, the unexpected happens and you scratch the Friday night plans of a movie with popcorn for a visit to the emergency room.
Enter, Boo.Sophie fell off the bath tub wall and went head first onto the tile.  After her eyes rolled into her head and she slumped over, beginning to go unconscious, we called the nurse.  A doctor called back and said to take her to the hospital, like, now.  After some vitals and a clear CAT Scan, we were sent home with concussion instructions.

Weekends are for thankful hearts...and the mama waking up with the little one every 2 hours just to make sure she's okay.  And she is.
Back to her sweet manipulation of talking Laura into one more story.  She is a professional staller at bed time. But I'm on to her.

Weekends are for dance parties.  Twirling and laughing.
And maybe another batch of our favorite brownies on my mama's antique platter she just bought me.  A new treasure to fill up with goodies each week.
Weekends are for swimming in the lake with friends.  Our neighbors are just the berries and we loved every minute of boating and swimming with our babies.
My mama was here this weekend.  She loves my girls well.  She loves them to the moon and back.
And then some.
Weekends are for watching my babies be soaked in ooey gooey love.

Treasure.  Having house church in our home.  The sweetest commencement of a fantastic weekend.
Bunny agrees.

So here's to the weekends.  The 48+ hour span that brings us together, pulling daddies away from their offices, mommies away from the weekly tasks.  The few days when green lights are given to let the house go, let that laundry pile up, along with the voice mails and tasks to be done.  Because they are so important.

But not really.  The weekend is about the treasures that have been given to us and we will delight and happily partake in every last bite.
Weekends are for treasures.

Thursday, July 28, 2011

A Few of My Favorite Things

...Brown paper packages tied up with strings, these are a few of my favorite things."
Julie Andrews, Sound of Music
girl's got her priorities straight...it's all about the shoes
In various seasons of life, I notice I keep a mental list of my favorite things.
No whiskers on kittens or warm woolen mittens for me.
Instead, in college, mid morning runs followed by Belgian waffles with whipped cream, a darkened dorm room for an afternoon nap, color-coding my lecture notes with highlighters.
a runner's view in Colorado
As a teacher, giving spelling tests with silly sentences, watching a little one strive and succeed, the smell of paper mache.

And in the season of motherhood, my lists are full.  Unending.
Jammied babied bodies in the morning, with puffy eyes and warm smiles, the smell of Cheerio's, the little tugs at my dress, watching sisterhood grow and bloom.

Taking advantage of the small town we live in to visit Chris at work.  Just because.
My girl knows he adores her even though he's gone all day.
Little faces staring back at me.  She watches me constantly.  There's something so simply sweet about finding this tiny face and staring right back at her, whenever I want.
There's more.

Sand dusted sheets dampened from sunscreen and pool water, because they played hard, you know.

Excitement that builds because we've been waiting for this new store to open...and it has.

It cracks me up how excited they have been for this organic store to open.  And deep down I wish I was like these folks inside, all healthy and natural.  If I could shed off this thick layer of fast food love with an extra side of anything fried, I would.  Because let's be honest, my dream day is a McGriddle for breakfast, Whataburger for lunch, and Bueno for dinner.  You betcha.

Piles of cotton pinks and purples that were lucky to be washed, folded, but will more than likely never make it to the drawers.
Fresh coffee in the morning.  Hazelnut candle that burns slowly all day long.
My dear friends, with the understanding that we are all in this together.  Learning from each other and being there to listen when we need it most.

My running playlist.  I put on my Poker Face, to respond to Who run the world?  GIRLS!  And I Boom Boom Pow through the miles like a Glamorous Hot Steppa, because I'm Stayin' Alive...Wyclef Jean style.
a dreamy running trail

And the cherry on top.
His grace that comes each morning because yesterday didn't go as I planned, my unkindness and lack of patience disappears with the setting sun and today is a new day.

Ann Voskamp shares her lists of gratitude in One Thousand Gifts, my friend Abbey recommended it.
Solid choice.  A fresh perspective anchored in the Father's desire for a thankful heart.  I'm learning.

"I simply remember my favorite things and then I don't feel so bad."
Well said Julie.

Wednesday, July 27, 2011

Alice Update

I don't think I will ever catch up and there will always be something, endless work, to do.  When I give into the spirit of comparison I easily lose sight of His portion for me as I take on heaviness and pressure.  The beauty of it is most of the things are still there for me when I am able to pick them back up again.  
Sophie was almost potty trained in May but the skill quickly took a back seat when appointments and tests began for Alice.  So we're slowly picking it back up again.
This week I slowed down our pace and we've had a homey few days.  I thought my babies would get stir crazy.
Not the case.

More space means more baking.  Today's treat, Piled High Snicker Doodles (recipe below).
The recipe yields 36 cookies but I rebel and make 6 giant ones instead.  
I did leave the house for Alice's weekly appointment at Children's.  This week's visit brought great news and we are celebrating.
She's gained weight, up to 16.4 pounds now.  She has gained back almost all that she lost last week.  Booyah!

The amazing team at the GI Clinic at Children's are incredible to us.  This is one of the folks near and dear to us, Rebecca, Ali's nutritionist.  We are so grateful for her and the way she has cared for Alice.  Rebecca says we don't have to come back for a month.  She's that happy with Ali's growth and eating.  As I was leaving the office, Alice vomited all over the floor.  To me, a testing from the enemy to steal my joy and rob me of peace.  Too bad. I quickly reminded him of his place...underneath my foot.  His attempt to bring weapons of worry and fear are coming daily. Watching bumps on her eye lids and body.  Any time she vomits, wondering if it will get out of control again.
The best part is the LORD is my authority and it is He who holds her destiny in His mighty hands.
He hasn't given us a spirit of fear but of love, peace, and a sound mind.  Unshakable.
Don't mess with the mama.
Back to our homey week of play and adventure.
Sophie rebelled and turned on the hose, ignoring the water restriction rules.  Too late, a river of mud was perfectly created just before I could turn off the hose.
Littles were pleased.
And so were our sweet friends who came to play.
We will continue with our hourly feeds.  His grace is sufficient.  His rest restores my soul.
We will also meet with her surgeon in a month for a body scan and recheck of her tumor.
And as we wait, we will press into His promises and we will wait with expectant hearts.
And I will catch up and then get behind.  Because a afternoon nap under a cool fan, darkened room, with a little one's breath next to me is the berries.
My daughter Alice Elizabeth, who I am so proud of.

Love you Bunny.

Piled High Snicker Doodles 
1/2 c. butter (softened)
1 c. sugar
1/4 teas. baking soda
1/4 teas. cream of tarter
1 egg
1/2 teas. vanilla
1/2 teas. cinnamon
1 1/2 c. flour
3 tbl. cinnamon 
2 teas. sugar
1.  cream butter and sugar
2.  dump it all in and mix on high for a bit
3.  chill for 30 minutes
4.  grab a handful of dough, make a ball, roll it in the cinnamon and sugar
5.  dump extra cinn./sugar on top of cookies
6.  bake @ 375 for 13-15 minutes 
you'll be glad you did!

Monday, July 25, 2011

It's Monday

We had a great weekend.  Saw some Winnie the Pooh, the popcorn was more of a hit than the movie. 
A bridal shower, a birthday party, a little backyard BBQ.  
Just the essentials of a lovely weekend.  
My girl.  We have a weight check in a few days and we're working hard for every ounce.
The favorites so far, pumpkin bread, pizza, bananas, pasta, and Cheerio's.  She's almost crawling, but not yet.
I know she will when she's ready.  She's dishing up some major fits and attitude.  Maybe more than the older 2 ever did.
Feisty means healthy.  So bring it on baby girl.
Tonight it cooled down to a tolerable 95 degrees.  We celebrated and busted out some toys outside and chatted with our neighbors.  And I tried for the hundredth time to get a picture of Sophie not making this face.
I failed.
Case and point.
She's 11 months here.  Same look.  I won't relent in my attempts.

Tonight as we listened to our babies play and ride bikes super fast I let my mind slip back into Colorado nights.  Cool and shaded by the aspen trees, maybe just before the rain crept in.
Which reminded me of this cool afternoon hike.
There were so many things that made camp wonderful, life changing.  I feel like I was the mama I wanted to be.  A mama free of cooking, cleaning, laundry...you know, the every day things that need gettin' done but pull us away from playing just a bit longer and drain the tank of patience and rest.  I am trying to bring some of that home as best as I can.
Last week, I didn't cook at all.  I think I secretly thought somehow dinner would magically appear.  It didn't.  
We had cereal and sandwiches.  Sorry honey.
So tonight I threw all of dinner in one dish.  Chicken Caesar Pasta Salad.  Viola, dinner is served.

Recipe (knockoff from Cheddar's, my old stomping ground)
- chicken (warm)
- pasta (chilled)
- lettuce
-shredded Parmesan
- Caesar dressing
1.  cook chicken and pasta
2.  throw it all in a bowl
3.  throw some dressing in, mix
4.  presto, you've got dinner

This happens to be Boo's favorite meal.
We tucked in some sweet littles tonight.  Just as sweet as the blueberry donut I devoured while grocery shopping this morning.  
It's Monday.  And they had a wonderfully simple day.  On to the next.