The three of us were in bed this morning, stealing a few minutes before he had to go to work and before Baby Boy woke up. I asked Big Brother if I should go to work today and Daddy could stay home with him. He said, “Mommy. Girls don’t work!” So… all of that stuff I do all day long… apperently it’s not work.
Helping Daddy mow the lawn
On Sunday, after church, he was so tired we couldn’t even get him to wake up to eat!
Last weekend we went to Ikea and picked up this nice little easel. Today we went out and got paints to go with it. Lately he has moved into the I-can-do-it-myself stage. I was showing him how to use the brushes and he pushes my hand away and says, “I do it for me’s mommy!”.
Thanks to Jessica and Katie and our hard working husbands, the dinner last night went off beautifully!
Before everyone arrived…
There was a few dreadful moments when we worried that there was not enough soup to feed 22 people, so as I quickly finished a second pot of soup; Katie and Jess set up the tables. They arranged everything perfectly. We used a really good recipe for Baked Potato Soup that is garnished with sour cream, cheddar cheese, and bacon. We ended up having plenty of soup!
A few pictures of the festivities…
Thanks to all the couples who came. It was their presence, their laughter, that made the evening perfect!
He went to work long before the sun rose, just so he could come home early and play with us. We packed a quick lunch, stopped off at the Farmer’s Market for kettle corn, and then to the park!
Everything that can be done ahead of time is done. The big party is 48 hours away. The menu is planned, food purchased, house cleaned, flowers potted, and baby-sitters lined up.
Thank heavens for Jess. Time and time again I come up with crazy ideas, and she always jumps in and makes them a beautiful reality. It’s good to have sisters!
This is a recipe I found on marthastewart.com. It’s a really quick easy recipe with multiple applications.
Red wine Rosemary Marinated Flank Steak
1.5 lb. of flank streak
1/2 cup of red wine
1/4 cup of olive oil
1 tsp. of Dijon mustard
4 cloves of finely chopped garlic
2 sprigs of fresh rosemary (needles only)
1/2 tsp. of black pepper.
Wisk all the ingredients together and place in a zip-lock bag with the steak. Let meat marinate for at least 1 hour and up to 24 hours. Cook in skillet over med.-high heat about 2 min. per side.
The meat goes well on top of a salad, pasta, or cut into small pieces for pizza topping. My favorite application is Italian Steak sandwiches. Get a nice sour dough roll and spread pesto-mayo on each side. Place warm steak on the bread and top meat with shaved parmesan cheese. SO GOOD, and it literally takes minutes to make. Goes really well with a ceasar salad or Golden Parmesan potato wedges (Seasoned with Love cook book).
P.S. the sandwich is easier to eat if you cut the steak into long thin strips after you cook them. Another tip: if you are serving to guests, have all your sandwich making stuff ready ahead of time but don’t start cooking the steak until your guests have arrived. The meat doesn’t take long to cook, and it will get cold quickly.
Tonight at our church’s women’s fellowship, Betsy gave a sincere and touching testimony. She talked about the promises God had given her and some of the ways that she had seen God fulfill them.
There were two that really touched my heat. I won’t be able to repeat them exactly or as ably as she did, but…
She said that sometimes God doesn’t give us peace with answers. That peace comes from the knowledge of His authority in our lives. Too many times in my life when trials present themselves, I go to the Lord looking for answers, when really that’s not what I need. I need to trust that He is the ruler of my life.
She also said that she would pray to God for strength because she knew that her faith needed to grow and that wouldn’t happen with easy living. So many times in the Bible when God talks about the process of spiritual growth He uses uncomfortable phrases like, “iron sharpening iron”, or metal being purified in the fire, being bent,molded or shaped. Strength… strength to be the woman God wants me to be, that my husband and children need me to be.
Tonight I am thankful for Godly women.
We’ve been living here for about six months, and I am just now starting to get our things organized. The boys toys were in real need of some help. So, thanks to a trip to Ikea, some furniture assembling, and a little hard work. . .
It feels really good to start checking things off my very long to-do list.
Speaking of to-do lists-
Thanks to my mom, not only did the regular chores get done last week (dust, vacuum, clean bathrooms, mop), we also cleaned all three showers, scrubbed chairs and cabinets, and spot cleaned the carpet! It’s amazing how much work can get done with an extra set of hands!
Normally my “trouble radar” works a little better than this…
When I got out of the shower, and didn’t hear any commotion on the baby monitor; I foolishly believed they were quietly looking at books. So I warmed up my coffee and blew my hair dry. The looks on their faces when I opened the door…priceless! I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.
After I got everything (and everyone) wiped down, and the boys dressed; we made a trip to Target for a new tube of diaper ointment and carpet cleaner.
When we went to check the mail, on the way back into the house he stopped to pick me some “flowers”.
“Pick a these fowlers for you Momma. Put’em in a pot?”
He carefully placed them in the “pot” and then they were put on the table with the other flowers.
I really wish I could just end this post right now, but that wouldn’t be the whole story. Only minutes after he lovingly picked me flowers, while I was still savoring the sweetness of the moment,… he came up to me; wrapped his arms around my leg and bit me. Hard too!
They graciously invited us (or did we invite ourselves?) and we were happy to come along. Big Brother was beside himself with excitement. A day at the beach with the cousins!
After lunch on the beach everyone else went back through Half Moon Bay, while we headed south to a small pumpkin patch.
Life is not perfect… but some days are.