* New Crockpot Creamy Chicken Enchilada Soup RECIPE up over at Eating at the Taj McCall! Perfect (and kid-and-husband-friendly) for chilly Sundays after church. :)
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
Wordless Wednesday
* New Crockpot Creamy Chicken Enchilada Soup RECIPE up over at Eating at the Taj McCall! Perfect (and kid-and-husband-friendly) for chilly Sundays after church. :)
Monday, January 16, 2012
Skiing
Guest blogger Brad here. Jordan asked me to write about my ski trip with Eli last weekend.
It never fails that when our alternating Christmas lands in Dallas my home state always seems to get snow. This past December New Mexico was blessed with a few big snow dumping storms. Thanks to Facebook you can see it for yourself as it happens. So, not long after we returned from Christmas I was on the phone planning a ski trip to New Mexico with my family. We ended up going to Moriarty and skiing Santa Fe on New Years Eve with my brothers Brent and Kevin and their families. It was a good time and Eli once again continued to get better improving upon our last trip in March of 2011 with the youth group over spring break to Keystone.
After our day skiing I had enough. My days of always wanting more and more and back to back skiing days are over. I may do it, but if I had my preference I would at least take a day off between ski days.
Anyhow, to the point; right?
Last Thursday night I heard my phone ringing and when I picked it up I saw that my former boss from my law firm days (David Mullin) was calling and had texted numerous times inviting/begging me and Eli to go skiing with him, his wife and his granddaughter Jazzy, who is a year younger than Eli, at Taos for the weekend. I typically don't need much cajoling to go skiing but this was even a little spur of the moment and unplanned for even me. Possibly Jordan's planning genes have been finding their way across the pillows to me. I could tell that David was really, really wanting us to go and that he had already rented a ski in-and-out cabin. So, I checked the snow report, with Eli, and with Jordan and we were in.
I am glad we did it. It turned out to be a great father/son weekend with the Mullins. Even though it has almost been five years since I worked with/for David he continues to be one of my best friends. Our relationship is some weird mixture of both paternal/professional. Our age difference is big enough for David to be my father and I his son. David is a great attorney and continues to advise me and my company. He also continues to find time to have lunch with me every couple of weeks at our usual place so we can visit about important matters like the Phillies (he grew up in Philly), family, work, lots of football and religion. I think it is very important to have role models in your life and even better for them to be someone you really know.
So, we headed to NM and had a blast. Taos is a gem of New Mexico skiing. I had never really skied there before (there was one day 4 years ago with the Mullins and Eli that ended abruptly since it was Eli's first day to ever ski and it was 7 degrees for the high). The snow and the mountain were great. Eli and I skied by ourselves Saturday until about Noon when David joined us. Eli loves the moguls and jumps. I love the moguls, too, but not the jumps any more. Jazzy and Mary headed to the cabin early but we made sure David got in a few runs (about 10).
We were only planning to ski Saturday but when we were heading to the rental shop on Saturday morning the shuttle driver/inn owner (Christian Heavens -- really that was his name) was talking about how it was supposed to ski Saturday night. So, David looked at me and asked if we were okay skiing two. I am glad we did because it did end up snowing about 4 inches which is just about perfect. Also, Eli was a great little ski instructor as he taught Jazzy how to ski on Sunday on the bunny slope. Then in the afternoon we all headed to the top of the mountain. You can never underestimate the power of peer pressure. Before Eli started teaching Jazzy how to ski, she was like a runaway freight train. In about one hour Eli had her turning and stopping without falling. All in all, Jazzy did great up on the big mountain. I kidded David on our third run from the top with Jazzy that his decision to invite the McCalls was beginning to pay off. He just laughed and said, "You are not kidding."
Anyhow, enjoy these pictures and let us know if you want/need Eli to teach your 7 year old to ski this winter. We might just be in for a third ski trip of the winter soon.
** You can find a new recipe HERE over at EATING AT THE TAJ MCCALL!
It never fails that when our alternating Christmas lands in Dallas my home state always seems to get snow. This past December New Mexico was blessed with a few big snow dumping storms. Thanks to Facebook you can see it for yourself as it happens. So, not long after we returned from Christmas I was on the phone planning a ski trip to New Mexico with my family. We ended up going to Moriarty and skiing Santa Fe on New Years Eve with my brothers Brent and Kevin and their families. It was a good time and Eli once again continued to get better improving upon our last trip in March of 2011 with the youth group over spring break to Keystone.
After our day skiing I had enough. My days of always wanting more and more and back to back skiing days are over. I may do it, but if I had my preference I would at least take a day off between ski days.
Anyhow, to the point; right?
Last Thursday night I heard my phone ringing and when I picked it up I saw that my former boss from my law firm days (David Mullin) was calling and had texted numerous times inviting/begging me and Eli to go skiing with him, his wife and his granddaughter Jazzy, who is a year younger than Eli, at Taos for the weekend. I typically don't need much cajoling to go skiing but this was even a little spur of the moment and unplanned for even me. Possibly Jordan's planning genes have been finding their way across the pillows to me. I could tell that David was really, really wanting us to go and that he had already rented a ski in-and-out cabin. So, I checked the snow report, with Eli, and with Jordan and we were in.
I am glad we did it. It turned out to be a great father/son weekend with the Mullins. Even though it has almost been five years since I worked with/for David he continues to be one of my best friends. Our relationship is some weird mixture of both paternal/professional. Our age difference is big enough for David to be my father and I his son. David is a great attorney and continues to advise me and my company. He also continues to find time to have lunch with me every couple of weeks at our usual place so we can visit about important matters like the Phillies (he grew up in Philly), family, work, lots of football and religion. I think it is very important to have role models in your life and even better for them to be someone you really know.
So, we headed to NM and had a blast. Taos is a gem of New Mexico skiing. I had never really skied there before (there was one day 4 years ago with the Mullins and Eli that ended abruptly since it was Eli's first day to ever ski and it was 7 degrees for the high). The snow and the mountain were great. Eli and I skied by ourselves Saturday until about Noon when David joined us. Eli loves the moguls and jumps. I love the moguls, too, but not the jumps any more. Jazzy and Mary headed to the cabin early but we made sure David got in a few runs (about 10).
We were only planning to ski Saturday but when we were heading to the rental shop on Saturday morning the shuttle driver/inn owner (Christian Heavens -- really that was his name) was talking about how it was supposed to ski Saturday night. So, David looked at me and asked if we were okay skiing two. I am glad we did because it did end up snowing about 4 inches which is just about perfect. Also, Eli was a great little ski instructor as he taught Jazzy how to ski on Sunday on the bunny slope. Then in the afternoon we all headed to the top of the mountain. You can never underestimate the power of peer pressure. Before Eli started teaching Jazzy how to ski, she was like a runaway freight train. In about one hour Eli had her turning and stopping without falling. All in all, Jazzy did great up on the big mountain. I kidded David on our third run from the top with Jazzy that his decision to invite the McCalls was beginning to pay off. He just laughed and said, "You are not kidding."
Anyhow, enjoy these pictures and let us know if you want/need Eli to teach your 7 year old to ski this winter. We might just be in for a third ski trip of the winter soon.
** You can find a new recipe HERE over at EATING AT THE TAJ MCCALL!
Saturday, January 14, 2012
Project 52: Made with Love
This is the doll house my grandfather made for me when I was little. I loved this dollhouse. I remember many an hour spent playing with it. So I gave to Phoebe at Christmas. I'm hoping she loves it as much as I did.
You can find all the other participants for this week's Project 52 HERE. I'll admit, after looking at several of them, I'm a little intimidated. There are some seriously good photographers over there, and I'm just an amateur mom who likes to capture moments around me. This project sounded like fun!
You can find all the other participants for this week's Project 52 HERE. I'll admit, after looking at several of them, I'm a little intimidated. There are some seriously good photographers over there, and I'm just an amateur mom who likes to capture moments around me. This project sounded like fun!
Friday, January 13, 2012
Precious Madison
I'm postponing PROJECT 52 today. There's too much on my heart to post that photo.
Sweet, strong Madison Knebusch passed away yesterday morning at 16, having battled cancer for almost two years.
She will be so missed.
But we know that she is completely healed. Forever. She will not live a life of doctor visits and fear and scans and medication only to go through this again. Her life was an amazing testament of faith and courage and spunk.
But she leaves behind a community of mourners. Her parents, her sisters, her brothers, her best friend, and countless others. I think most of us who knew her are still in a state of shock and keep thinking that this was not the way it was supposed to be. We expect to see her bright, smiling face just coming around the corner or sitting in "her" chair at Huddles on Wednesday nights. But we find God's love made perfect in brokenness and heartache.
Sweet, strong Madison Knebusch passed away yesterday morning at 16, having battled cancer for almost two years.
She will be so missed.
But we know that she is completely healed. Forever. She will not live a life of doctor visits and fear and scans and medication only to go through this again. Her life was an amazing testament of faith and courage and spunk.
But she leaves behind a community of mourners. Her parents, her sisters, her brothers, her best friend, and countless others. I think most of us who knew her are still in a state of shock and keep thinking that this was not the way it was supposed to be. We expect to see her bright, smiling face just coming around the corner or sitting in "her" chair at Huddles on Wednesday nights. But we find God's love made perfect in brokenness and heartache.
Madison Taylor Knebusch
1995-2012
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
Ten on Ten: January 2012
I felt truly uninspired on this TEN ON TEN. Maybe it's the post-holiday blahs. Maybe my body was telling me to take it easy after all LAST WEEKEND'S PROJECTS. Maybe running errands and dusting while missing my kids because they were at school just wasn't very inspiring. Whatever it was, I had a hard time finding the beauty in today. Which is probably why the whole project was started in the first place. :)
Be sure to take a look at all the other (and probably more inspiring) photos from the other photographers HERE.
Be sure to take a look at all the other (and probably more inspiring) photos from the other photographers HERE.
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
This Mom-Thing Is Hard
He looked at me with those big, sad blue eyes and I knew he was trying not to cry. He tries so hard to be the big eight-year-old that he thinks he is, but his heart is still pretty tender and green. He said, "Mom, all the other kids at lunch have lots of unhealthy things to eat at lunch and all I ever have is healthy stuff and 2 fruits!"
And I knew it wasn't just about the food. It was about fitting in. It was about being cool. And I can't help him with that. I've never fit in and I've never been cool. But I remember when I wanted to do and be both of those things. I knew that if I could just do everything right, then I'd be who I always wanted to be. Right now, Eli thinks that eating healthy food makes him different and un-cool.
I know that he isn't the only child bringing their lunch because homemade is always healthier than school or store-bought. I've eaten lunch with him at school. I know, deep down, he has no issue with eating healthy. He's a good eater and not very picky. But I also know that yesterday he felt like there was a big, giant spotlight shining on him in the cafeteria while everyone else looked at him and laughed.
So I said, "Oh honey, you know and I know that when you eat better food, you're body is better. You're better at sports. Your brain is more able to learn all that it needs to learn. I send you healthy foods because I love you so much. Those other moms just don't love their children enough to make sure they are eating healthy food."
It was the wrong thing to say. I threw other moms under the bus for the sake of making a point. Even though I don't really feel this way, I let Eli think that I thought those other moms weren't good enough. I know that there are only so many things we can be passionate and convicted about as a mom. We have to choose what's important to us and let some other things slide. There are many things I let slide because they aren't important enough to see through each and every day. But when Eli looks back on this conversation, he will think that I think my priorities are more important and more honorable than what other moms prioritize.
But I was caught off-guard. This mom-thing is hard and every day it seems there is some new challenge that I have no idea how to handle and no one told me about. Sure, at 8 parenting Eli is easier in some ways than parenting a newborn, but in some ways it's so much harder. My confident, headstrong 2-year-old Eli never worried about what other people thought or whether what he did was "cool". That headstrong 8-year-old's confidence is waning a bit and we're both trying to find our way on this new part of our journey together.
I asked him what he thought we should do about this. He said that if he could just take one thing in his lunch that wasn't healthy, then he'd be ok. I told him that was fine, but he needed to make sure that all the healthy food was eaten so it would cancel out the bad thing he was eating. I told him I could live with that and everyday after dinner (when I usually make lunches) he could pick out his "unhealthy" treat from the container of leftover Halloween/Christmas/Valentine's candy I keep in the pantry.
What did he pick tonight? A piece of gum.
Today I will hug him extra tight before he heads off to school. I will say one more extra prayer that the Lord fills him up so full that what other people think and say don't matter. I will pray (a little selfishly perhaps) that what everyone eats at lunch isn't the lunchtime topic of conversation. And I will pray for forgiveness from my judgmental heart and ask the Lord to give me the right words at the right time...even though I know this is a battle that Eli is going to have to fight at some point by himself.
And I knew it wasn't just about the food. It was about fitting in. It was about being cool. And I can't help him with that. I've never fit in and I've never been cool. But I remember when I wanted to do and be both of those things. I knew that if I could just do everything right, then I'd be who I always wanted to be. Right now, Eli thinks that eating healthy food makes him different and un-cool.
I know that he isn't the only child bringing their lunch because homemade is always healthier than school or store-bought. I've eaten lunch with him at school. I know, deep down, he has no issue with eating healthy. He's a good eater and not very picky. But I also know that yesterday he felt like there was a big, giant spotlight shining on him in the cafeteria while everyone else looked at him and laughed.
So I said, "Oh honey, you know and I know that when you eat better food, you're body is better. You're better at sports. Your brain is more able to learn all that it needs to learn. I send you healthy foods because I love you so much. Those other moms just don't love their children enough to make sure they are eating healthy food."
It was the wrong thing to say. I threw other moms under the bus for the sake of making a point. Even though I don't really feel this way, I let Eli think that I thought those other moms weren't good enough. I know that there are only so many things we can be passionate and convicted about as a mom. We have to choose what's important to us and let some other things slide. There are many things I let slide because they aren't important enough to see through each and every day. But when Eli looks back on this conversation, he will think that I think my priorities are more important and more honorable than what other moms prioritize.
But I was caught off-guard. This mom-thing is hard and every day it seems there is some new challenge that I have no idea how to handle and no one told me about. Sure, at 8 parenting Eli is easier in some ways than parenting a newborn, but in some ways it's so much harder. My confident, headstrong 2-year-old Eli never worried about what other people thought or whether what he did was "cool". That headstrong 8-year-old's confidence is waning a bit and we're both trying to find our way on this new part of our journey together.
I asked him what he thought we should do about this. He said that if he could just take one thing in his lunch that wasn't healthy, then he'd be ok. I told him that was fine, but he needed to make sure that all the healthy food was eaten so it would cancel out the bad thing he was eating. I told him I could live with that and everyday after dinner (when I usually make lunches) he could pick out his "unhealthy" treat from the container of leftover Halloween/Christmas/Valentine's candy I keep in the pantry.
What did he pick tonight? A piece of gum.
Today I will hug him extra tight before he heads off to school. I will say one more extra prayer that the Lord fills him up so full that what other people think and say don't matter. I will pray (a little selfishly perhaps) that what everyone eats at lunch isn't the lunchtime topic of conversation. And I will pray for forgiveness from my judgmental heart and ask the Lord to give me the right words at the right time...even though I know this is a battle that Eli is going to have to fight at some point by himself.
Monday, January 09, 2012
Back to the Grind
Everybody at my house started back to school/work/activities today. My 5:30 alarm seemed to go off awfully early. But I got out of bed and started the day. There was the usual sluggishness and whining and rushing around to find backpacks and jackets discarded two weeks ago. This whack-o calendar our school district is on didn't let out till December 22nd, but we didn't have to go back till today. I don't like it. This long after the hustle and bustle of Christmas just makes me cranky. I don't need two weeks after Christmas to "recuperate". I need those weeks before Christmas to get things done. All I've done in what seems to me to be an unnecessarily long time off since Christmas is plan all kinds of projects I need to do around my house.
Take this weekend, for example.
Brad took Eli on an unexpected, spontaneous ski trip with some friends of ours. I opted to stay home with Phoebe, because more than I hate too much time after Christmas before going back to school, I hate rushing home from a trip to start school back the next day. There was so much I still needed to do...like take down my Christmas. Since I don't ski, a 14-hour car trip seemed like cruel and unusual punishment for someone with control issues like me.
Staying home was great. I got all my Christmas taken down and boxed up. It's currently all sitting in my living room because I'm so not dragging all those boxes back up to the attic. That's Brad's job. He does manual labor. I clean bathrooms. We all have our rolls in this marriage. Then I re-arranged my craft room. It's much more workable now. And in true IF YOU GIVE A MOUSE A COOKIE style, I decided I needed new bedding for the bed in there and a new way to organize my spools of thread which required a rummage through some vintage quilt tops and a plan on how to finish them and a frame repair. My craft closet needs an overhaul, but that's going to have to wait a week or so. Then I decided I needed to get to work on the un-finished handkerchief quilt my great-grandmother started eons ago. (I never knew her; she died when my mom was in middle school so you know that work-in-progress has been around awhile!) That little project took some serious brain power because her quilt was just a bunch of handkerchiefs sewn together willy-nilly. I'm sure she had a plan, but I couldn't figure it out for the life of me! At this point, I think I've got a plan. The top should be finished in the next day or so and then on to the actual quilting which is a whole other bowl of beans! Then I cleaned my pantry. Mostly just some re-arranging and pitching old stuff, but it made my pantry feel light and fresh and new. Or maybe it just made me fell that way...I'm not sure my pantry actually cared. Oh yeah, I also made sure Phoebe was fed and entertained and even cleaned up some throw-up late Saturday night.
Whew! I need a vacation from my vacation! (How's that for an overused cliche?)
I also decided that we need to do something with Brad's office. We've lived here three years and the only thing on the wall is a Phillies liberty bell sticker. I know Brad wants this to be "his" space and I'm not supposed to touch it, but this is ridiculous. The attic needs a thorough purging and I've ordered fabric for two outfits for Phoebe and two more quilts for Eli's room (he wants to re-decorate it). I also came across THIS and decided I need to file all those manuals we have stuffed in a kitchen drawer (or two). Seriously, I should not be left alone.
When I get like this it frustrates me that I can't work faster or that there aren't enough hours in the day. As if I can fix any of that. My normal routine seems to put a kink in all my "nesting", but there's really no way to avoid this. All I want to do is get things done and ignore my children and dinner and laundry and all the other everyday stuff. But I have to remind myself (quite often) that these things are the reason I get up every morning. Not so I can accomplish the things I add to my own to-do list, but to love my family and serve them and bless those around me everyday. I need to take a deep breath and re-prioritize a few things. It'll all get done. Sometime.
In the meantime, we'll get back to school and preschool and ballet and Cub Scouts and everything else that fills up a life. I'll be able to find an hour here or there to accomplish something on my never ending to-do list.
Happy Monday!
Take this weekend, for example.
Brad took Eli on an unexpected, spontaneous ski trip with some friends of ours. I opted to stay home with Phoebe, because more than I hate too much time after Christmas before going back to school, I hate rushing home from a trip to start school back the next day. There was so much I still needed to do...like take down my Christmas. Since I don't ski, a 14-hour car trip seemed like cruel and unusual punishment for someone with control issues like me.
Staying home was great. I got all my Christmas taken down and boxed up. It's currently all sitting in my living room because I'm so not dragging all those boxes back up to the attic. That's Brad's job. He does manual labor. I clean bathrooms. We all have our rolls in this marriage. Then I re-arranged my craft room. It's much more workable now. And in true IF YOU GIVE A MOUSE A COOKIE style, I decided I needed new bedding for the bed in there and a new way to organize my spools of thread which required a rummage through some vintage quilt tops and a plan on how to finish them and a frame repair. My craft closet needs an overhaul, but that's going to have to wait a week or so. Then I decided I needed to get to work on the un-finished handkerchief quilt my great-grandmother started eons ago. (I never knew her; she died when my mom was in middle school so you know that work-in-progress has been around awhile!) That little project took some serious brain power because her quilt was just a bunch of handkerchiefs sewn together willy-nilly. I'm sure she had a plan, but I couldn't figure it out for the life of me! At this point, I think I've got a plan. The top should be finished in the next day or so and then on to the actual quilting which is a whole other bowl of beans! Then I cleaned my pantry. Mostly just some re-arranging and pitching old stuff, but it made my pantry feel light and fresh and new. Or maybe it just made me fell that way...I'm not sure my pantry actually cared. Oh yeah, I also made sure Phoebe was fed and entertained and even cleaned up some throw-up late Saturday night.
Whew! I need a vacation from my vacation! (How's that for an overused cliche?)
I also decided that we need to do something with Brad's office. We've lived here three years and the only thing on the wall is a Phillies liberty bell sticker. I know Brad wants this to be "his" space and I'm not supposed to touch it, but this is ridiculous. The attic needs a thorough purging and I've ordered fabric for two outfits for Phoebe and two more quilts for Eli's room (he wants to re-decorate it). I also came across THIS and decided I need to file all those manuals we have stuffed in a kitchen drawer (or two). Seriously, I should not be left alone.
When I get like this it frustrates me that I can't work faster or that there aren't enough hours in the day. As if I can fix any of that. My normal routine seems to put a kink in all my "nesting", but there's really no way to avoid this. All I want to do is get things done and ignore my children and dinner and laundry and all the other everyday stuff. But I have to remind myself (quite often) that these things are the reason I get up every morning. Not so I can accomplish the things I add to my own to-do list, but to love my family and serve them and bless those around me everyday. I need to take a deep breath and re-prioritize a few things. It'll all get done. Sometime.
In the meantime, we'll get back to school and preschool and ballet and Cub Scouts and everything else that fills up a life. I'll be able to find an hour here or there to accomplish something on my never ending to-do list.
Happy Monday!
Friday, January 06, 2012
Project 52 Week 1: Resolution
Ok, I know I said I wasn't making any New Year's Resolutions, but I found something that I'm going to try out. PROJECT 52. I'll take a photo each week using the theme as my guide.
This week's theme is Resolution. Since I just found out about this project today, I didn't spend any time thinking about a photo for Resolution. And while I don't usually make New Year's Resolutions, I did tell myself that I was going to have my Christmas all put up and packed away before Eli starts back to school on Monday. Guess what I'm doing today and tomorrow.
If you've got a blog, you should join along!
This week's theme is Resolution. Since I just found out about this project today, I didn't spend any time thinking about a photo for Resolution. And while I don't usually make New Year's Resolutions, I did tell myself that I was going to have my Christmas all put up and packed away before Eli starts back to school on Monday. Guess what I'm doing today and tomorrow.
If you've got a blog, you should join along!
Wednesday, January 04, 2012
With This Ring
Remember when I posted about the diamond falling out of my wedding ring? And how I was hoping to get a NEW RING?
Well, I did!
Brad and I went to MARILOFF'S the Tuesday after Christmas and picked out the new ring. Because I was consistently picking out $6000 diamonds and $4000 wedding sets (I have really great taste!), we decided to see what we could find using the diamond from my first ring.
This is what we found. Isn't it gorgeous?! Please excuse my double-jointed fingers. They run in my family.
I *love* this new ring. It's so sparkly and pretty and vintage-y. I still need to get it soldered because the rings keep slipping around my finger and it drives me crazy. I'm taking it in tomorrow and should have it back by Friday.
Here's what it looks like on my whole hand. I usually wear a ring on my pointer finger, but I hadn't put it on yet when I took the photo this morning.
I still have my old bands with the two small baguette diamonds to make into a necklace for Phoebe when she turns 18. I had originally thought we'd give it to her at 16, but then I thought about how careless 16-year-old girls can be and decided 18 would be better.
This ring will be for the next 50 years...or at least the next 11. :)
Well, I did!
Brad and I went to MARILOFF'S the Tuesday after Christmas and picked out the new ring. Because I was consistently picking out $6000 diamonds and $4000 wedding sets (I have really great taste!), we decided to see what we could find using the diamond from my first ring.
This is what we found. Isn't it gorgeous?! Please excuse my double-jointed fingers. They run in my family.
I *love* this new ring. It's so sparkly and pretty and vintage-y. I still need to get it soldered because the rings keep slipping around my finger and it drives me crazy. I'm taking it in tomorrow and should have it back by Friday.
Here's what it looks like on my whole hand. I usually wear a ring on my pointer finger, but I hadn't put it on yet when I took the photo this morning.
I still have my old bands with the two small baguette diamonds to make into a necklace for Phoebe when she turns 18. I had originally thought we'd give it to her at 16, but then I thought about how careless 16-year-old girls can be and decided 18 would be better.
This ring will be for the next 50 years...or at least the next 11. :)
Tuesday, January 03, 2012
I Have No Idea What Happened!
My blogging break has lasted a little longer than I (unintentionally) intended. Partly because there's not much going on around here and partly because I haven't gotten back into a post-Christmas schedule yet. It's coming, I know, but my kiddos are still out of school and I'm sliding into it gradually. So here's a few random thoughts I'm having on this Tuesday night.
* I didn't make any New Year's Resolutions. I usually don't. However I have come up with a long list of "Spring Cleaning" chores I'd like to accomplish soon. These include cleaning out and organizing my pantry. Cleaning out and re-organizing my craft closet. Making new quilts for Eli's bed since we're going to re-do his room soon. Cleaning out the two drawers of manuals we have stuffed in the kitchen. There's more, but I won't bore you with the details. :)
* I just finished the top to my mom's Christmas quilt. It's pretty cute. I'll post photos when it's actually quilted.
* My Christmas decorations are still up. Boo. I'll take them down this weekend when I have a little help.
* While visiting with Brad's brother and sis-in-law, the kids played JUST DANCE for the first time. It was awesome.
* My NEW SHOES came today! I'm so excited! I've reached a point in my life that I have to wear really good support shoes because of my back and this brand is great. So is Christmas money.
* New recipes are coming soon at EATING AT THE TAJ MCCALL. I'm a little behind there, too, but it's coming shortly. I promise.
That's all I got. Hope your 2012 is going splendidly so far.
* I didn't make any New Year's Resolutions. I usually don't. However I have come up with a long list of "Spring Cleaning" chores I'd like to accomplish soon. These include cleaning out and organizing my pantry. Cleaning out and re-organizing my craft closet. Making new quilts for Eli's bed since we're going to re-do his room soon. Cleaning out the two drawers of manuals we have stuffed in the kitchen. There's more, but I won't bore you with the details. :)
* I just finished the top to my mom's Christmas quilt. It's pretty cute. I'll post photos when it's actually quilted.
* My Christmas decorations are still up. Boo. I'll take them down this weekend when I have a little help.
* While visiting with Brad's brother and sis-in-law, the kids played JUST DANCE for the first time. It was awesome.
* My NEW SHOES came today! I'm so excited! I've reached a point in my life that I have to wear really good support shoes because of my back and this brand is great. So is Christmas money.
* New recipes are coming soon at EATING AT THE TAJ MCCALL. I'm a little behind there, too, but it's coming shortly. I promise.
That's all I got. Hope your 2012 is going splendidly so far.
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