Christmas Eve I

On Christmas Eve we have several traditions.
On of which, I cook a big dinner.
I really like to cook,
and I like big dinners.
So when you put them both together, I like to cook big dinners!
I also like to have a pretty table.
Most of the time I don’t have a pretty table.
However on Christmas Eve, I go to the effort.

Here is the place setting.
(Thanks to my Mother-in-law, I have Christmas dishes)
(I totally love them! In fact I would love more of them)
(hint, hint)
Here is the center piece. Yes, a center piece…
I know, I know, my PIC already teased me like crazy over this one!

Here is my whole pretty table!!


And another view of my Christmas Eve table.
Do you see the sign on the wall? Weeeeeelll, it is a little
gift I bought for myself. Can’t see it too well?
Here I will help you out a bit.


Speaks for itself, don’t you think!

cold cold day!

Here is picture of Dadzoo’s car
(I am standing in the garadge shivering)
it is about 20 degrees outside
poor, poor frozen car

The blower broke in the car, so the heater doesn’t work
my poor guy has been driving to and from work
(an hour each way)
in the bitter cold
So he bought the part and decided to replace it himself
See his feet sticking out.
Now, why is he out in the freezing cold weather, why is he not in a warmer garadge? you ask

Because
this is what our garadge looks like
a tad messy

oh, here comes my frozen boy
(doesn’t look so happy, does he)


That man is in the zone!


haha, can’t you just read his mind
“put away the stupid camera, can’t you see I am frozen, annoyed, and irritated…

and I can’t find my tool!”

(another lovely view of out tidy garadge)

Smile Baby!!!!

Homemaker

What is being a homemaker really? Am I the cook and the maid? Do I spend all my days running here and there, playing taxi for everybody? Am I the servant, the slave? Pretty much yes, and no.

  • Let us start with the first question: am I the cook. The answer to that is yes, I spend a majority of my day preparing, serving and cleaning up food, so yeah I am the cook. I am also so much more. I nourish my family, it is up to me to prepare nutritious food, to purchase it, prepare it and serve it. My children and husband’s diet depends on what I put in front of them. Am I just throwing quick food in front of them, or do I take the time to prepare nutritious, delicious meals that not only fill their bellies but their souls too? Do they see the love I put into their meals, or do they see me hurried, tired, and not bothered?

  • Am I the maid? Well, I do the majority of the cleaning and what I am not cleaning I am supervising the cleaning of. So I guess I am the maid. I also keep my home in order, so my family can have a place that feels peaceful to come to. I provide the harbor in the storm of life. I set the tone and the mood for the house. If My Partner in Crime comes home from a long day and a long drive he will feel so much more relaxed coming into a house that is in order, clean, tidy (as much as it can be with 5 kids!). Can he sit in a chair without having to clear it of toys and laundry first? Can he clear his head in the midst of a mess? When he is happy and relaxed, the whole family is. So yes, I am the maid.
  • Am I a taxi service? Yes, in a very limited capacity. I know a lot of mom’s that spend hours in the car driving their kids here and there. I refuse to do that. I do not think it is conducive to a happy, smoothly run house hold. If I am in the car all the time then I do not have the time to cook, my family ends up eating fast food too much. If I am in the car all evening who is home to greet my husband? A hurried wife, who is tired, hungry and behind. I think kids are way too scheduled. They don’t need to participate in every activity out there. My older girls take piano lessons, and that is it. If they wanted to do something else, that would be fine, but they only get one thing. Kids benefit from free play time, time to just unwind and let their imaginations sore. So yea, I am sort of the taxi, sort of.
  • Am I a slave? A servant? No, because I am not forced to do this. It is my life’s work, my love and my passion. I haven’t always felt this way. I still have my days that I feel invisible, over worked and tired. I decided that I was going to change my attitude; I was going to love my job that has made all the difference in the world. I want my family to look at their home as an oasis; I want friends to sit in my living room and wish to stay forever. I want to make life beautiful for my family, for my husband. Only I can do this, I am the wife and the mother, I am a woman and God has given these special gifts to me. I need to use them how he would have me. I need to beautify our life.

The Great Experiment

I have been reading about nutrition.
About all the things I am doing wrong, and all the things I should be feeding my kids.
Sigh…
There was a big section about sprouts and how good they are for you.
I was at my local health food store and saw sprouting trays and thought I would give it a try.
It is tons cheaper than buying them at the store.
Also, they are great for food storage, it is a good way, in the winter time, to have very fresh produce.
First I soaked 4 tsp of alfalfa seeds over night.

Then I spread them in the tray, put the top on and set them in my pantry.
I rinsed them once that night before bed.
This is how they looked in the morning.
I rinsed them and set them back on the shelf.
I rinsed them another time that night.
(so twice, morning and night)

This is how they looked the next morning.
Day 3


This is the end product, Day 5!
Arent’ they perdy!
They will keep in the fridge for about 4 days, with daily rinsing.

Now the true experiment is if I can get my family to eat them…
hmmm…
I will let you know!

Emma Lou

Emma Lou, she is punk number 4. She is the baby girl, and boy does she know it!

I sing a little song to her, it goes something like this: “Emma Lou, is a poo, Emma Lou Lou’s a poo poo…” She turns down her little mouth into a sad pout, drops her head and says “I not a poo poo I a bootiful grill! I da baba grill!!”
Tonight, she wet her pants, because she refuses to get on the potty by herself. When I found her with her pants dropped to her ankles and a puddle around her feet, she got a swat on the butt. She ran crying to her Daddy and said “Mama spank my butt, it hurt worse than anyfing in my whole wife!”

(I love this picture, she is holding her arms in the air, being all brave, the ride hasn’t even started yet!)

Punk number 4, she really is a “bootiful grill” She will come up to me, for no reason, and wrap her pudgy little arms around my legs and say “you are my favortiest mama in da whole world!”

Those are the moments in mommyhood, the moments that cut through the clutter, nosie and distraction, that make it all worth it.
Emma Lou, you are my favoritest Punk #4 in the whole wide world!!!