Rush, Rush, Rush
I have a busy week ahead. Not a hectic, crazy, why-do-I-do-this-to-myself kind of week, but a full, fulfilling one. Even so, knowing all that’s coming up, I feel like I rush, rush, rush to the next thing. Rush to fold the clothes on the couch. Rush home from a friend’s this morning. Rush through Job. Rush through unloading the dishwasher. Rush playing trucks with Jude. After hastily getting ready this morning, letting Ben take a nap, getting them both dressed and in their stroller for a spontaneous visit with a friend downtown, I realized once home that I didn’t enjoy the leaves on the walk back or how this is another perfect fall day. Instead, I thought, How am I going to get Jude into bed now that he’s fallen asleep in the stroller. *gasp* What will I do while the boys are in bed? Fold the laundry? Clean the kitchen? Work on the monthly newsletter? *double gasp* So much to do! So little time!
This is ridiculous.
Part of the process of this thing called life is simply enjoying. Enjoying the silence. Enjoying my children. Enjoying caring for my family by caring for our home. God is most glorified when we are most satisfied in him. What I’m finding is I’m satisfied with myself when I accomplish my to do list. In that, folded laundry is futile. Being content in the Lord means being content in all things, right? Which makes the rush,rush,rush pointless because he is the same regardless of what I do. So whether I complete a to do list or not, my contentment should remain the same. Instead, I expect it to fluctuate, or be more so, because I (again – emphasis on me) have accomplished something. Interesting. Not that rushing to finish things in itself is bad, but rather the idea that once I do them, I will have arrived. Therein lies the problem.
Both boys are asleep. I’m going to begin a book loaned to me by a friend. I’m going to read 1 John 1. And I’m going to enjoy every minute of it. I’m going to slow the rest of the day down, both in action and thought.
Thank you Jesus for life. Your life given and your life in me. Thank you Jesus for little boys. For Jude who sings sweetly to you. For Ben who adores his big brother and won’t stop staring and smiling at him. Thank you Jesus for your Word that guides and stills my soul. Thank you for a beautiful day, a beautiful life, a reason to live and hope.
Cooking for a Crowd: Grilled Cheese
Grilled cheese. A no brainer, right? (And a serious time saver when you just don’t feel like cooking. Just pop 10-12 on a baking sheet, bake at 375-400 degrees for about 8 minutes, flipping once.) This is what I made this past week and it was a hit! Why? I used my homemade french bread, cut nice think slices, and added pesto! PESTO! I was inspired by my Better Home and Gardens magazine this month which had several different takes on plain ol’ grilled cheese. My favorite way? Adding fresh basil leaves and tomato slices. Unfortunately, basil is pretty spendy this time of year so I settled for a $5 container of pesto instead, and I only ended up using barely a quarter of it. A little goes a long way. I served tomato soup and a “Casa Mia” salad (lettuce, sliced olives, and lotsa mozzerella cheese) with the sandwiches.
Happy cooking!
Halloween



At his first house...
We took Jude trick-or-treating last year, but of course he was too young to really do it. (And we looked like we were out for free candy.) Since Jude’s walking now, we still get free candy, but he can get it for us. Ha! We took the boys around our neighborhood with some neighbor kids on our street. Jude didn’t quite get it at first. What are they putting in my bucket? he wondered from probably house one to house five. But he finally got the hang of it and was saying trick-or-treat by the end. Good times. Next year Ben will be walking with him! Can’t even imagine that one. It was so much fun!
Cooking For a Crowd: French Bread
I make this french bread nearly every week. It’s soooooo yummy. This last Thursday, I added fresh rosemary and minced garlic to the flour before adding the liquid. I think you could even use this bread as a sweet bread, if you wanted. Maybe throw in some cranberries and orange zest, then brush with milk and sprinkle with sugar before baking.
French Bread (Makes 3 Loaves)
7 c. bread flour (all-purpose flour works too)
5 t. yeast
1/2 t. sugar
1/2 c. warm water (I turn my hot water on as hot as it will go and use that…seems to work just fine)
2 T. sugar
2 T. softened butter
2 t. salt
2 c. water
Directions: (The fool-proof part of this recipe is the kitchen aid. You can’t go wrong with that wonderous bread hook.)
Add flour to mixing bowl. In a pyrex or medium mixing bowl, combine 1/2 t. sugar, 5 t. yeast, and 1/2 c. warm water. Dissolve. Add 2 T. sugar, 2 t. salt, 2 T. butter and 2 c. warm water. Whisk/combine well. Using dough hook, turn kitchen aid onto stir and pour entire contents of liquid mixture into flour. Add extra warm water if needed so that the sides of the bowl come clean and the dough doesn’t stick to the bottom. Turn kitchen aid to setting 4 and mix for about two minutes. You want the dough to be pretty smooth. Place dough in greased bowl, then turn once. Cover and allow to rise for about 45 minutes, or double. Preheat oven to 400 degrees. Punch down dough and divide into three. Roll each ball into a 12×15 inch rectangle. Roll up on the longest side as tightly as you can. Pinch seams. Place seam side down (all three loaves) on a cookie sheet. Cut 3-4 slits on the top of each and dust with flour, if you like. Bake for 18-20 minutes. Immediately pull loaves off of cookie sheet and cool on a wire rack.
Enjoy!
Morning Glory
I love waking up to a rainy day. It’s as if the rains says, “You can stay home today.” With that, I’m more than happy. A day in? I’ll take it. And every morning that begins this way, I’m reminded of Christmas. Is it the cold? Is it the darkness? Is it the gray? Whatever it is, my soul sings at the thought of roasting a turkey and letting Jude decorate our Christmas tree. I love the holidays. Can you tell?
Maybe it’s the enormous latte I just drank, or maybe it’s from hearing my little man laugh hysterically at his giant dancing Elmo doll, but I am so excited for this day.
Because He lives I can face tomorrow
Because He lives, all fear is gone
Because I know, I know, He holds the future
And life is worth the living just because He lives
All glory to Jesus this day, for he makes the sun rise and the sun set. He gives me joy. He gives me hope. He speaks audibly through the laughter of my son, through leaves turned red and yellow, and through a husband who couldn’t love me more. Blessings, blessings, all around.
Cooking for a Crowd: Split Pea Soup
ingredients (serves 24)
- 14 cups water
- 6 14-oz. cans reduced-sodium chicken broth
- 3-4 lb. smoked ham hocks
- 9 cups dry split peas, rinsed and drained
- 4 bay leaves
- 1 1/2 tsp. dried marjoram, crushed
- 1/2 tsp. ground black pepper
- 3 cups chopped carrots (3 medium)
- 3 cups chopped celery (3 medium)
- 3 cups chopped onion (3 medium)
- Salt and ground black pepper
directions
1. In a 7- to 8-quart Dutch oven combine water, broth, ham hocks, split peas, bay leaves, marjoram, and pepper. Bring mixture to boiling; reduce heat. Simmer, covered, for 1 hour, stirring occasionally. Uncover; remove ham hocks and chop. Return meat to pot. Stir in carrots, celery, and onions. Bring to boiling. Reduce heat. Simmer, covered, for 20 to 25 minutes or until vegetables are tender. Season to taste with salt and black pepper. Remove bay leaves; discard. Stir to combine (mixture may appear separated). Serve immediately or cool for 30 minutes.
Notes: Go easy on the water. My soup ended up being just a little too watery. Also, you can make this with bacon too. What I did last night was divide the recipe in half and used two pots, instead of one. I made three loaves of french bread and a friend brought the salad.
Happy cooking!
Recipe courtesy of Better Home & Garden cookbook (a staple cookbook for me!).
The Pumpkin Patch
My friend Jane and I met up at Trinity Tree Farm this morning. Our boys are becoming quite the pals. Owen and Jude were pulled by a tractor today (probably the highlight), tromped around a muddy pumpkin patch, and pushed the wheelbarrow full of pumpkins. Jude didn’t think the pumpkins were nearly as cool as a yellow gourd he picked out, which he’s excited to show his daddy tonight.

Where's Jude? He color-coordinated today.

A little too heavy...

Helping Owen with the wheelbarrow...

A hay ride!!!
Childlike Thankfulness
I never know if Jude will want to pray with me. Some nights he does. Some nights he doesn’t. When he doesn’t, I’ll pray or Michael will pray, we’ll kiss him goodnight, tell him stories about the infamous Boppa and Gus (his grandpa and grandpa’s dog) and then the Mama and Daddy story (Once upon a time…daddy and mama met at Grays Harbor College…mama wore black jeans and daddy sang George Michael… It’s quite the story and if I were a toddler, I’d want to hear it again and again too). But on nights like tonight, it’s as if Jude can’t wait to thank Jesus for the most exciting part of his day. Today, it was, “Thank you Jesus for DRUMS!” Our friend Craig took the drums out of the closet for Jude and his friend Lizzie after church. They played and played while the rest of us ate lunch. After being thankful for drums came dirt trucks, mommy, daddy, and ben, nan-uh, bubbles, and nummies. As my little boy prayed, I echoed each prayer, thanking Jesus for those things too. And as I did this, I was thankful. Though my son prayed for concrete things, through his thankfulness, I was thankful for much as well: my son’s simple heart, his delightful smile and hand in mine, the beauty of the day, the loveliness of friendship, and the love of my husband. Jude’s simple prayers elicited a childlike joy in me.
Jude and I had another sweet moment today. We walked to the grocery store for noodles, which is just a convenient few blocks from our house. Even before children, I always pointed out the changing leaves to Michael, the jarring beauty of a sunset on red rocks, the calm of a flat lake. Now I point all these things out to Jude and he’s beginning to take notice. On part of the path to the store there is a row of trees turned red. There is also a house on the corner where roses are hanging on and still smell like spring. As we walked under the trees, Jude wanted a bright red leaf and he held it all the way home. Passing the house on the corner, he leaned in to smell the lowest white rose. (For him, smelling equals blowing. He’ll get it down soon enough.) These little natural details brighten the day for me; how joyous that they inspire my little boy too. Better still that I can say, “God made everything. Isn’t He lovely?”
I love being a mother. I should start counting how many times I write this on my blog. I can’t help it. These little boys are such a gift. Such a blessing. I’m so thankful that God would gift them to me, that I may point them to Him.
Michael & Ben
I just uploaded a bunch of pictures and noticed Michael took some of him and Benjamin. So cute!









