It's been awhile since I've linked up, but this soup is great, easy to make. I used 2% milk and cheddar/colby jack mix (all I had)- and I left out swiss because I forgot to buy it. It's a good soup- makes about 5 1/2 cups, so you aren't stuck with left overs for days. I did use my immersion blender just to break up the broccoli chucks so my kids would eat it. they ate two bowls each for lunch!!!
find it here.
jesse tree
Tuesday, November 27, 2012
meet our jesse tree.
We're going to use Ann Voskamp's Jesse tree guide.
I printed off the ornaments here because I liked that they were simple.
I tied them to tiny kraft envelopes (that I am going to sneak treats in) with twine.
and there you have.
some beauty. some meaning. and some magic.
p.s. My kitchen in piled high with caked on food. there is food all over my floors. and my sweet annie is wiping snot on me all day. this tree is real pretty, but my house is a wreck:). this is just my one little shot at making advent something beautiful for my family. Here's to hoping we actually get a Christmas tree decorated!
stop the spinning
Saturday, November 24, 2012
Halloween to Thanksgiving has been a blur.
Between ear tubes, and throw-up viruses, and weird colds and pink eye issues, and some strep throat to round it all off- whew.
poor me a glass of something.
Through sheer determination, I pushed through the worst knife blades in my throat sickness experience, and we drove to North Georgia to spend Thanksgiving at the cabin. We showed up 3 days later than anticipated, but the weather was glorious, and the girls were in hog heaven. It took me an entire day to recover once we got there, but I felt like I got two good days in, and then we started the long haul home.
We landed here today, and everyone's a little crazy. Hopefully a good night's rest will cure that.
I feel like this is the deep breath week, before Advent starts next Sunday. I have ideas whirling around in my head and hoping I can make this season meaningful and magical for my kiddos (And for me). We are going to try our hand at a Jesse tree, and see what happens.
It takes a fair amount of courage to block out the noise of life, consumer frenzy, and whatnot, but I think there is something worth fighting for in all of it- and I hope and pray that each year the gifts feel more intentional, given from a place that wants to celebrate another person. And for the record, starbucks cards are definitely a meaningful gift for me. just saying.
Josh and I talked alot today on our drive, how traveling stirs up longings. Like, I would really like to live on that horse farm in Memphis we passed by. Or, if we won the lottery, our decisions would be so different. Or would they?
All we have our the days given, in the ways they have unfolded. For the first time in a long time, the traveling was restful and not did not stir up discontent. I loved being there, but I also knew we had a home to go to. Good jobs. family and friends who love us (near and far). Sure I dream. I wish my sister was down the road. I think, wow, that would make life so different.
and maybe she will be down the road one day.
all that to say. We're home.
and tired.
and full.
Between ear tubes, and throw-up viruses, and weird colds and pink eye issues, and some strep throat to round it all off- whew.
poor me a glass of something.
Through sheer determination, I pushed through the worst knife blades in my throat sickness experience, and we drove to North Georgia to spend Thanksgiving at the cabin. We showed up 3 days later than anticipated, but the weather was glorious, and the girls were in hog heaven. It took me an entire day to recover once we got there, but I felt like I got two good days in, and then we started the long haul home.
We landed here today, and everyone's a little crazy. Hopefully a good night's rest will cure that.
I feel like this is the deep breath week, before Advent starts next Sunday. I have ideas whirling around in my head and hoping I can make this season meaningful and magical for my kiddos (And for me). We are going to try our hand at a Jesse tree, and see what happens.
It takes a fair amount of courage to block out the noise of life, consumer frenzy, and whatnot, but I think there is something worth fighting for in all of it- and I hope and pray that each year the gifts feel more intentional, given from a place that wants to celebrate another person. And for the record, starbucks cards are definitely a meaningful gift for me. just saying.
Josh and I talked alot today on our drive, how traveling stirs up longings. Like, I would really like to live on that horse farm in Memphis we passed by. Or, if we won the lottery, our decisions would be so different. Or would they?
All we have our the days given, in the ways they have unfolded. For the first time in a long time, the traveling was restful and not did not stir up discontent. I loved being there, but I also knew we had a home to go to. Good jobs. family and friends who love us (near and far). Sure I dream. I wish my sister was down the road. I think, wow, that would make life so different.
and maybe she will be down the road one day.
all that to say. We're home.
and tired.
and full.
survivor
Monday, November 05, 2012
In the past two weeks.
ear tubes surgery for millie
3 stomach bugs (one which was mine)
family visit (very fun)
halloween
2 marathon photo mini session days
with an all night shift (on daylights savings! one more hour of work!)in between...
and another sick millie- eyes and ears infected, for our little cherry on top.
and this is me. TIRED!!!!
"x" by. Wendell Berry
Thursday, November 01, 2012
Whatever is foreseen in joy
Must be lived out from day to day.
Vision held open in the dark
By our ten thousand days of work.
Harvest will fill the barn; for that
The hand must ache, the face must sweat.
And yet no leaf or grain is filled
By work of ours; the field is tilled
And left to grace. That we may reap,
Great work is done while we're asleep.
When we work well, a Sabbath mood
Rests on our day, and finds it good.
Must be lived out from day to day.
Vision held open in the dark
By our ten thousand days of work.
Harvest will fill the barn; for that
The hand must ache, the face must sweat.
And yet no leaf or grain is filled
By work of ours; the field is tilled
And left to grace. That we may reap,
Great work is done while we're asleep.
When we work well, a Sabbath mood
Rests on our day, and finds it good.
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