you know, the one you have to be talked off of.
When your 4 year old has screamed at you for 20th time in one day, refused to nap, woken up the "baby" from her nap, and then continues her antics all the way up to bedtime.
wasted.
that was me last night.
I know every mom feels this way. That day when all you feel like you have done right is washed away in a seemingly incessant string of bad behavior.
Did I mention is freezing yesterday? Can I blame this on the weather?
On a cute note, Annie was sitting in the dentist office yesterday and said
"Mommy, I LOVE the dentist! This is so fun!"
Who is this child?
We also went shopping yesterday for a little girl's Christmas. We picked her name at church. I was trying to explain to her that sometimes people fall on hard times and don't have enough money to buy gifts, so every Christmas, we were going to help buy someone a gift.
When she saw her daddy yesterday, she exclaimed "We bought a little girl some presents cuz she doesn't have any monies!!!!"
sigh.
and I should probably mention that my almost 2 year old loves being naked, which is comical, and mildly frustrating. but mostly comical.
This morning, thankful for rest, that restores tired bones and achey hearts.
oh, and preschool. which begins promptly at 9:30. We'll be there when the doors open.
advent, on waiting
Monday, December 03, 2012
It wasn't perfect, but it was a step.
Over waffles, a reading from Isaiah.
Annie, coloring the root of Jesse.
Mass. The priest clothed in purple. The Liturgy, shifts to the waiting. The yearning.
We sing parts of the Mass to the melody of O come, O come Emmanuel.
We eat soup for lunch.
I run to pick up a Christmas Tree. We hang the lights.
I feel my heart kind of racing. I feel the next three weeks trying to ambush me.
I breathe deep, or at least try.
slow it down. slow it down, real slow.
I remember a year ago, Josh was recovering from a major surgery, we were in the midst of major Church transition, I was scared and hopeful all at the same time.
This year feels more like home. There is more rest.
which finds me, thankful.
Over waffles, a reading from Isaiah.
Annie, coloring the root of Jesse.
Mass. The priest clothed in purple. The Liturgy, shifts to the waiting. The yearning.
We sing parts of the Mass to the melody of O come, O come Emmanuel.
We eat soup for lunch.
I run to pick up a Christmas Tree. We hang the lights.
I feel my heart kind of racing. I feel the next three weeks trying to ambush me.
I breathe deep, or at least try.
slow it down. slow it down, real slow.
I remember a year ago, Josh was recovering from a major surgery, we were in the midst of major Church transition, I was scared and hopeful all at the same time.
This year feels more like home. There is more rest.
which finds me, thankful.
broccoli cheese soup
Friday, November 30, 2012
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.
find it here.
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