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Muffin Tin Monday- Alternative to an Easter Basket

 

JDaniel loves sweets. He would love to wake up to an Easter basket filled with sugary treats next Sunday. He would probably do a happy dance around the kitchen.

Instead of filling his basket with sugar I am going to try an alternative idea. The plan is to give them this  bunny shaped deviled egg tray of eggs with healthy snacks. (Least you protest he must have something sweet. He will also be getting a small chocolate bunny from my mom along with a Curious George DVD, and a small plastic bunny game.)

I found a bunch of health organic snacks at Whole Foods to fill his eggs with. I found Honey and Chocolate Grahams from Annie’s Home Grown, Annie’s Organic Bunny Fruit Snacks, and Barabara’s Oatmeal Snackables in animal shapes, and an organic fruit strip (not pictured in the tray).

The bunny shaped products and the oatmeal cookies are so cute and delicious. My husband and I tested them out.
I know there are some of you reading this that are wondering why I didn’t choose to put all these wonderful items into an Easter basket. Well, JDaniel’s Easter basket is shaped like a plush basketball and it plays music. He got it from my mom last year and he really freaks out if the music accidently starts playing. He will love have this basket alternative.

Oh! Please think about joining the that The Activity Mom and I was hosting this week. Here is the box JDaniel and I put together for an activity we are doing for this Friday’s Read.Explore.Learn post.

 

 
 
What will you be putting into your children’s Easter baskets?
 
This post is linked to Muffin Tin Monday.

What Will JDaniel Grow Up To Be?

Based on their personalities, what do you think your children will be when they grow up?
He argues and he does it well; this would make him a winning defense attorney.
He remembers things we did last summer in detail; this would make him a wonderful accountant or computer programmer.
He loves to build forts with sticks in the backyard; this would make him a fantastic architect.
He has pockets full of acorns after playing outside; this would make him a terrific naturalist.
He notices abandoned cupcakes at parties and tries to help them feel needed; this would make a compassionate social worker or counselor.
He loves to test his parents to see if they will do what they say they will do; this would make him a great judge or maybe psychologist.
He can sneak into the kitchen and assess whether there are any yummy items within arms reach; this would make him a great secret agent.
He loves to ask questions about God; this would make him an inquiring theologian.
He will spend long period of time picture reading books; this would make him a great story time librarian.
He lives to taste the samples offered in the bakery at Publix; this would make him a wonderful food critic.
He loves to help in the kitchen and clean dishes; this would make him an awesome husband.
Heaven only knows what he will grow up to be. It will be wonderful to wait and see.
 
This post is linked to Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop.

 
 

Do you have any idea what your children will grow up to be?

 
 

Pause Life for a Moment: Jumpin-Bean

Pause Life for a MomentI discovered Jumpin-Bean’s blog while visiting blogs that had Aloha Friday questions. I loved her layout and her question. I went back week after week not just to answer the questions, but to read about her cute little boy and her husband faraway serving our country.

I realized soon after that I had found a true blogging friend. We e-mail back and forth about our families and visit each other’s sites often. If she lived three hours closer, we would be hanging out and watching our children play many times a week. She is just that much fun.

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Time for a Twix moment?

Nope, just time to enjoy my life.

Let me give you a quick rundown on who I am…

I started blogging while my husband was deployed…

Just “something to do” that has turned into more than that!

I was a first time mom… Talk about scary!

Also dealing with the reality that my husband was deployed to Afghanistan.

(It just happened to be my first time going through a deployement as well.)

I was terrified that I would do something wrong.

I tried to savor any and every moment.

One, to be able to enjoy it to the fullest…

But, Also to tell my husband every single detail.

We had video of daddy reading books to show while he was gone.

We talked on the phone as much as possible.

Our middle names became SKYPE….

Meaning, we Skyped as much as we could.

Although the video was not perfect, we tried to make the most out of it.

I was determined that Broxton would know who his daddy was when he returned from duty.

Of course, his first word?

Daddy.

Was I upset?

Nope, I was happy…

If Marc could not be here for everything…

At least he had that.

Once Marc returned, Broxton immediately took to him…

As if he had not been gone for a single minute.

I loved it, but jokingly reminded them both I needed love too, as I was the one there the whole time! Maybe not the best of jokes.. but still…

While Marc was gone, my life was a whirlwind… 24/7

Luckily, he is home…

Safe and sound…

And although it is not all peace and quiet on the homefront…

It IS wonderful!

The way I pause my life for a moment these days?

I sneak and watch Marc and Broxton playing.

They make up for it, everyday…

Marc teaches him how to wrestle…

and how to count…

How to fly a kite and how to ride his tricycle.

Those are my moments that I pause for.

They get lost in each other…

and I get to enjoy that bond that we were both so terrified would be lost over the deployment!

I know that technically is not “pausing my life for a moment… “

But that is the best pause for me…

I get to see my husband being a wonderful daddy …

and I get to see my son basking in the love that only his daddy can give him.

I love it and I am so thankful that I get to steal the moments of sneaking a peak at that love.

How do YOU Pause your life?

Please stop by Jumpin Bean’s blog and share with her your thoughts on her special post.

 
 
 
 

Muffin Tin Monday- Spring Cleaning

 

While cleaning out my pantry, I pulled about a few cans of vegetable and a bag of soup. They had been in there for awhile and needed to be used before their end dates. I decided that that the cans would all go together with a few other items to make a vegetarian chili. The bag of soup would make a great alternative to place in the muffin tin if JDaniel didn’t like the chili.
 
 
I pulled out an old copy of Real Simple (January 2011) and used their Slow Cooker Vegetarian Chili with Sweet Potatoes recipe as my inspiration. I didn’t follow it exactly. My husband thought the magazine version was too spicy last time I made it. He claimed it cleaned out his nasal passages all the way from the crock pot. I made a much milder version this time.
 
My Version of the Chili
Ingredients
1 medium onion, chopped
 
1 garlic clove, chopped
 
1 tablespoon chili powder
 
2 teaspoons unsweetened cocoa power
 
¼ teaspoon of cinnamon
 
1 28-ounce can of diced tomatoes with Italian seasoning
 
1 15.5 ounce can of black beans, rinsed
 
1 15.5 ounce can of pinto beans, rinsed
 
1 small can of Mexican style corn
 
1 medium sweet potato cut into small pieces
 
1 cup of water
 
Directions:
 
Place all the ingredients into a crock pot.
 
Cook on low for 7-8 hours or high for 4-5 hours
 
Serve with corn chips or plain yogurt.
 
JDaniel had both soups in the center of his tin. Since there were two soups in the tin, JDaniel asked for cheese with crackers and toasted cheese sandwiches. He explained they were two different kinds of bread to go with the soups.

 
 

 
This post is linked to Muffin Tin Monday.
 
 

How often do you clean out your pantry?
 

If you really knew me, you would know that…

I am not a manual reader.
My husband is the ultimate manual reader. Thank goodness! He can read to me how to fix the things I have put together incorrectly.
I am not as patient as I want to be.
My son has inherited this quality from me. He wants things to come together quickly and when he wants it to be done. I think that means he isn’t going to be a manual reader either.
I am distracted at times and start things only to move to something else that has come up that seems more important.
I will find my dust rag later in the day waiting for me just where I left it before I went to take meat out of the freezer to defrost before dinner.
If JDaniel looks content playing something on his own, I will slip off to check e-mail.
He always notices and comes to find me or does something to draw me back like bang his hammer loudly on the carpet. I need to remember that.
I read “high fiber” non-fiction books to increase my knowledge and put me to sleep.
I really due learn something from biographies of presidents and deep theological books. I benefit from them, but not in ways the writer have sometimes intended for me to.
I stash candy in my top dresser drawer to eat during naptime.
My husband has just found location after almost five years of marriage. The stash is going to have to find a new spot to hide in.
What is something I don’t know about you?


 
 
 

Pause Life for a Moment- Mrs. Matlock

Mrs. Matlock is an amazing woman. I met her through Alphabe Thursday, a weekly meme, she hosts based on the alphabet.  She has the unique ability to draw bloggers from lots of different types  blogs together to share, visit, and befriend each other. Mrs. Matlock pretends to be a strict school teacher on Thursdays. While in reality she is the fraternity mom to almost eighty bloggers weekly. She makes sure we complete her writing tasks, gives us her take on our posts, and writes many of us e-mails to further encourage us and inquire about our lives. We are so fortunate to have her in our lives. Today you get to be fortunate too. She has written an amazing post for us!

Living by quotation has its problems.

We adorn our walls with peel-off vinyl letters, calendars and beautiful, handmade, wooden signs that remind us, “”Life is not measured by how many breaths you take, but by how many moments take your breath away”, “Don’t dream your life, live your dreams”, and “Live every day of your life.”

And sometimes, when we read those reminders or turn our calendars to a particularly compelling page, we feel it. It permeates us to our very souls; we remind ourselves that, “Yes, I will slow my life down. I will pay attention. I will be present in each moment.”

And sometimes when we read those reminders, we feel like a failure. Oh, we mean to slow down. We mean to pay attention. We mean to be present. But it’s hard, isn’t it?

Life seems to realy just get in the way of…well…life. Children get sick. We say ‘yes’ to a few too many commitments. We honestly intend to do it all, but it’s too much. And we feel like failures at our own lives.

We watch other people who seem able to do it all. They work, bake birthday cakes in the shape of their child’s favorite movie character (from scratch, no less!) and celebrate every obscure holiday with handmade decorations and clever themes. They picnic, haul their family to sports WITH nutritious snacks, find time to exercise AND keep a perfect house.

We’re certain they live their lives truly and completely by quotation and we fall well short in our own minds.

As a mother and grandmother, I have a few thoughts about trying to live like this.

Most of the time, it doesn’t work. We get so caught up in trying to create perfect memories, we forget to pause and just ‘be’ in the moment with our families.

A common quotation of my ‘motherhood era’ was, ‘Cleaning and scrubbing can wait ‘til tomorrow, children grow up we’ve learned to our sorrow, so fly away cobwebs and dust go to sleep, I’m minding my baby and babies don’t keep.”

Oh that caused me anguish! As a young mother, I felt every single failure profoundly. I watched the parade of time pass by and, although I spent a lot of hours with my children in many creative and loving ways, I was never able to embrace the philosophy of cobwebs flying away and dust disappearing. It bothered me. I needed my house to be clean.

It was impossible for me to find balance between the perfection I thought other mothers achieved and what my life really was.

I was exhausted. And haggard. And sometimes, to be quite candid, not a whole lot of fun.

When I finally realized the expectations I’d set for myself were unattainable, I recognized that in order to slow down and be fully present I needed to prioritize things in life.

I created a list of the finite firsts and lasts most important to me in my children’s lives. My list contained the number of times I hoped an event would occur while they were still living with me. It was surprising to discover how few they were in number:

First and last days of school – 13

Losing the first tooth – 1

Christmas – 18

Easter Egg hunts – 18

And so on.

When I was finished, my list contained about twenty entries that I carefully wrote on my calendar each year, along with the usual dates to celebrate family and friends birthdays and anniversaries.

My new goal was to be fully present on each of the days on that list. I planned for them with the careful attention I would use for any ‘can’t miss’ event. The rest of the time I did the best I could.

Sure, I tried to read to my kids every night, listen to their worries and find a smile when I was totally stressed out over money or marital issues. But it didn’t always work for me. Sometimes I parked them in front of the TV with a bowl of cereal for dinner. Sometimes I told them they were giving me a headache.

But I didn’t spend a lot of time worrying or lamenting over those days. I did my best.

As my children left the nest, I continued some of the traditions I’d started: making certain to send a silly pair of socks in the mail on St. Patrick’s Day, Easter baskets, egg hunts, etc. The habit of focusing on my list of priorities had become ingrained in my mind.

If I was going to try to live by quotation now, it would be the single word, “Balance.”

For me, trying to live up to the perceived perfection of everyone else’s abilities, standards and accomplishments was far too difficult. I’d been so busy trying to make things special, I’d sometimes forgotten to hit the ‘pause button’ and enjoy the moments I’d been scrambling to create.

Balance.

Slow down.

Let quotations influence moments in your life, but don’t feel like a failure when every moment doesn’t feel like a quotation.

Save some of yourself for you.

 
If you love this and I know you must, please stop by and tell Jenny you do!  
 
 

Muffin Tin Monday- April Fooling JDaniel Into Eating Healthy Foods

Happy April Fool’s Day! Yes, I am four days early. I am just starting a little early. Hope that you get to enjoy a full week of April Fool’s tricks and treats.

The upside down tree tin is filled with tricky foods.  There are mandarin oranges which are low in calories and good for you. Sugar free green jello is in the second cup. JDaniel didn’t notice. He just loves jello. The sandwiches are on whole grain bread and are filled with cheese, turkey, and a sweet potato spread. They were just wonderful. Across from the first sandwich are rice cakes with blueberries. The second sandwich has avacado across from it. JDaniel announced  that the avacado tasted horrible. He picked it out at the grocery store. He will never pick it out again according to him.

Do you try to sneak healthy foods into your children’s food?

What have you done that worked?

 
This post is linked to Muffin Tin Monday! 
  
 

Pause Life for a Moment-Two Bears Farm and Three Cubs

Pause Life for a Moment

 

Two Bears Farm and Three Cubs and I quite literally met over lunch. Really! We meet over a Muffin Tin lunch! I came across Two Bears Farm and Three Cubs on a Muffin Tin Monday link up. She is a regular there as am I. We started visiting each others blogs and commenting. I love to read her comments on my posts, but it is her posts leave me in awe. She posts recipes, muffin tin meals, amazing creative writing posts, posts on writing marathons and the joys of parenting three small boys. Her posts have depth and detail that will leave a reader hanging on to the very last word.

Today I’ve abandoned my standard mom gear of black yoga pants and an LL Bean quarter zip sports fleece for well-worn barn jeans and my well-loved paddock boots. It’s been a while. Like everyone else with young children in the home (three in my case), it’s not often I get out for a solo moment. My husband is gamely watching the boys this morning so I can get out to lunge Zip. He’s my project horse, a handsome sorrel quarterhorse that was given to me just before I got pregnant with the twins. The lady who owned him before was timid, and he turned out to be too much for her. I was working him regularly and making solid progress, but then I got pregnant with the twins and didn’t want to take any risks working a green horse. It was a worthy sacrifice, like so many others that I made for my boys.

It’s been three months since I last worked Zip. I need to be working him at least twice a week, but it just seems impossible with cloth diapers to wash, meals to cook, phonics to teach and playgrounds to climb. Since it’s been so long, Zip is suspicious when I enter the pasture. I love the freedom I feel as I walk across the just-beginning-to-green March grass in my boots. Even using a calm voice, the same voice I use when rocking a sick boy in the middle of the night, Zip is wary. I use some grain in a rubber tub to catch him – he just can’t resist.

I snap Zip’s halter into the crossties and brush his unruly mane, gently picking out a few cockleburs and he starts to relax and enjoy himself a little. The scent of his dusty, long, winter fur is candy to my nose. I’ve ridden horses my whole life, and breathing them in regenerates my soul.

It would be unwise of me to just hop on a horse as green as Zip after a three month hiatus, so instead I’ll be working him on the lunge line. This is a long 15 to 20 foot rope that attaches to the horse’s bridle and allows him to work around you in circles as he goes through his paces. I use special equipment that helps Zip to learn how to balance himself, and set the side reins at their loosest setting. The side reins help Zip to learn how to carry his head properly, but since it’s been so long I don’t want them to seem too constrictive to him.

The crushed gray stone is soft under our feet as we enter the riding arena. I carefully pull the red metal gate shut behind me, and check all the setting on Zip’s tack for an appropriate fit. Zip is anxious. He’s calling to our other horses, crying to them from across the fields and arena. In the distance, they answer back. Zip snorts and the whites of his eyes show. The second I give him the cue to work he takes off.

He’s refused any chance of a warm-up, and instead breaks away into a rough canter. He starts off on the wrong lead, and I admire his spontaneous flying change – a sign of his innate flexibility. He’s leaning hard on the line, pulling the rope in my hand. He’s fighting the side reins, tossing his head and snorting and bucking on occasion, his tail sticking up in the air in excitement. I find myself thankful that I’m not on his back while he acts this crazy. I have plenty of time to think as I watch his internal struggle. He doesn’t want to give up his freedom. He doesn’t want to settle down into his work. I can empathize. As a mom, I have so many days when I don’t want to do another load of laundry, to cook another meal, to pick up the 5 million toys scattered throughout the house again. I want to fight the chains that bind, to run and flee my obligations. I mentally fight the little hand pulling on my sleeve, making demands; there’s always something else that needs to be done in the endless job of motherhood. Zip is struggling to hold on to his spirit, just as I struggled to hold on to the memory of dining out, unfettered careers, and solo shopping trips.

And just like that, I see it. Zip starts to slow his breathing. His tail drops. The rapid staccato of hooves slows and softens. I see the gentle arch in his neck, the arch a symbol of the acceptance of the side reins. His ears, once back in anger, now angle forward, eager and listening. He stretches his neck and then I see the sign I’ve been looking for. Zip begins to mouth the air. He works his lips and gums gently. It’s a sign that he is ready to work. He has come into his own. He has accepted his job and his place with happiness but without completely losing his spirit, and he has realized that this is what he was bred for, that this is who he needs to be, right here and right now. And I think that this too is like motherhood. This is the moment the baby falls asleep in your arms, the sweet smell of graham cracker face in a hug, the quiet contentment of tucking my boys into bed for the night. The moments that I wouldn’t trade for the world, the satisfaction of a job well done, the knowing that each brick laid in our family is building character and strength and teaching my boys to be socially conscious in our world. There is no job, no career more important than this.

Quietly, I tell Zip he’s done. He stops, and waits for me to approach him. I pat his neck and tell him what a good boy he’s been and he nuzzles me with affection. He slimes my shirt with drooly grass lips and I laugh. We walk back towards the barn, side by side, a mutual respect and understanding between the two of us. Horse and mother, spirit and family, we are one. Next time, I think, we’ll ride.

If you love this post and I know you do, please stop by her blog and tell her.

 

 

Pause Life for a Moment: Ostriches Look Funny

Pause Life for a Moment

There are times when you come across a blog and you think that this blogger has read your mind. Not only have they read your mind but, they have written down what you have been thinking about better than you could have expressed it yourself in writing. Ostriches Look Funny is that kind of blog for me. I love her writing style, her photo choices, and her love for God.

The posts on Ostriches  Look Funny are funny challenge me to a better mom, make me laugh and or cry, and lead me to pray all at the same time.

Below you will find Ostriches Look Funny’s take on the phrase Pause Life for Moment. If you like it and I know you will, please stop by her blog and read some of the other wonderful posts she has created.

It was a day when the sun and the wind get together to blow kisses on your arms and everything feels perfect and looks green. I herd my children down a dirt path, away from church and bible study, away from the bathroom that my pregnant body suddenly needs, and I march forward with a secret goal to get home and eat a peanut butter sandwich before one o’ clock.

I pause and glance behind my shoulder, and my ducklings are not following me. They both had stopped, squatted down like children do, staring intently at foxtails and nondescript wildflowers.

“Look! MOM! Look! Look at this purple flower! Can I take this stick to the car?” my three-year-old queries.
My bladder grumbles and I sigh and say, “No! I don’t have time for this.”

And as soon as the words leave my mouth, my heart asks the question, “If you don’t have time for THIS, what do you have time FOR?”
If I don’t have time for stopping to look at the green and whispery foxtails, if I don’t have time for examining minuscule purple wildflowers, if I don’t have time to watch my little boy’s golden baby curls wave in the breeze, what am I here for?

Time is a gift, and no one is guaranteed a particular amount.

It is a gift, given for a brief period and then, vapor-like, it runs out. My sons are growing by inches and miles, my wrinkles are multiplying in the night. Right now I am in a beautiful season, my children are small and Spring has made everything pink and green. But, they haven’t found a cure for cancer or car accidents. People die, and children suffer, and waves wash over entire cities. I don’t know what will happen tomorrow. I am only guaranteed this breath, this beat, this miraculous moment.

What is my moment for then?

The answer is different each time I ask. There is a time for everything; a time to cry and a time to laugh, a time to look at wildflowers in the sun, and a time to rush home to use the bathroom…but I don’t have time to be impatient with my children. I don’t t have time to be selfish, or quarrelsome, or bitter, or faithless. The great gift is not for such things, such things waste a life.

It’s hard for me to live in the moment when my house is a bomb, which it usually is. I feel tinges of guilt when I start a project only to lay it down for twenty minutes to address a paper airplane emergency. There have been days where the dishwasher has remained halfway unloaded for four hours straight (I think maybe my son has Dishwasher Radar, and if he sees me walking towards it he goes into Mommy Emergency Hug and Kisses Me Mode…but that’s just a conspiracy theory) and it makes me a little crazy. The point is, in order for me to savor each minute, some things aren’t finished when I want them to be.

I can look at my house and spiral into a depression over the lint and dust and crumbs that have taken over while I was on a walk with my kids…or I can remember that it is good to rest from my works. Following Jesus is about freedom, even freedom from housework. As crazy as it makes me, I give my half washed dishes to God and ask him to sort out my time for me.

“There remains, then, a Sabbath-rest for the people of God, for anyone who enters God’s rest also rests from their works, just as God did from His.” – Hebrews 4:9-10
I pause my life by changing my perspective, by savoring the moment, by noticing the foxtails and the baby curls. I pause my life by remembering the Lord is the one who makes me holy; not my broom, and not my mop, and not my schedule. So, rest friends. God will take care of you.