This week we have:
Baked Manicotti with Meat Sauce
Spiced Cranberry Pecan Scones
Honey Bee Cake
Outside my window... Sunny, hot, a bit windy... about as classically summer as it gets, and I'm ready for fall. Escaping to the cabin this week will be glorious! Not that it won't be warm up there, but it won't be quite as sweltering. It is the mountains, after all!
I am thinking... thinking a lot about Fall. This year my Joe goes to kindergarten! I will have my mornings completely to myself! I don't even know what that's like anymore. I haven't had hours to myself on a regular basis for over 7 years. This Mom thing is the only job I've ever wanted, and I truly do love it, but I think the boys and I could use a bit of a break from each other. It's about that time. The funny thing is, having half the day to myself sounds fantastic, but when Joe goes to first grade next year, and I have the whole day to myself?! I don't even know what I'll do all day!!!
In the kitchen... Oh blah. Its so hot. I honestly rarely feel like cooking lately, much less baking! I'm hearing that around the food-blogosphere a lot lately, good to know I'm not the only one. Burnt out on 24/7 boy care, burnt out on heat, odd lack of appetite... I'm a lousy food blogger lately! That plus going to the cabin means another week off next week, but then I should be back in full form! Another reason I'm excited for free mornings: baking with no interruptions! Can you imagine?! It's going to be so much FUN!
I am pondering... "Trials." They're something we talk a lot about in church, more so for some reason the past few weeks. These lessons/discussions always seem to bother me a bit. The point is generally that we need to learn from our trials, grow from them, accept them gracefully, not let them ruin our lives...which of course is absolutely true, but so much time is spent focusing on the positive that it honestly makes me uncomfortable. It's as if we're supposed to be grateful for these hardships, excited, psyched to meet them head on all happy to learn new things... And for some trials, I suppose that could be true. But when I think back on what I consider my "trials", I'm not happy about them, and I never will be. Yes, I learned from them, grew from them, continued to live my life, even accepted and understood them. They made me stronger, undoubtedly. But I will never be glad that I had to suffer through them. Ever. If I could do it over again, my daughter would still be here, I would never have needed surgery, and would never know what it's like to be sick every day of your life and never able to have another baby shower. I don't think there's anything wrong with stating and accepting that trials are hell. No one asks for them, and we all live through them as best we can. To not include that in any discussion about learning from trials feels like it disregards the pain and heartache we have to go through to learn those very lessons. I'm not angry, or depressed, or pointing fingers. It's just what I'm pondering!
Around the house... The boys are napping, I kinda wish I was too... But these Monday posts really are fun to write up! The beastie is snoozing on my foot... it's starting to fall asleep, actually... I felt bad for keeping her inside so much lately and took her to the dog park last week, which she was ecstatic about, for about 10 minutes. Then she stood by the gate, ready to go. I guess a few minutes of fetch really are enough for this black-haired dog during the summer! She just gets hot too fast!
Source: alittlebitofsillinessreallyOne of my favorite things... Aspens, my favorite trees. Or as Joe calls them "sparkly trees!" They really do sparkle as they flutter in the breeze. I love them all year, but especially in the fall, when they turn gold. To me they mean mountains, and beauty, and alpine silence (which isn't really silence). My dream home will have aspens somewhere around it...
I am thankful... for urgent care offices open on weekends! Stephen woke up with a nasty case of conjunctivitis and I was so grateful that there was somewhere I could get him a prescription for eye drops even if we did wait 2 hours. If you're bleeding profusely or in extreme pain, I understand why waits are hard, but for the rest of us, why not just breathe, relax, and accept it? We all know this is how ER's and such work! No point getting angry! Anyway. Not exactly the worst disease ever, but I'm still grateful it got taken care of.
I am going... Errand running tomorrow, off to the cabin on Wednesday! We'll be there for a week, then it's August and the countdown to school begins! We're meeting my parents at the cabin, I can't wait! (PS- I posted pictures from our camping trip over at our family blog, if you'd like to see!)
Something new about me... I did not want to raise boys. My little sister was born when I was 10, and I was basically her second mom. Girls I understood. Every little boy I babysat always seemed to be grimy and sticky and loud and violent and awful. I was so disappointed when I found out Stephen was a boy! But now, of course, I adore my boys. And have no idea what to do with little girls! Oh, and my boys have turned out to only very very rarely be sticky and grimy and violent and awful. They're the sweetest, kindest, snuggliest, smartest, most hilarious boys I know, and I wouldn't trade them for a dozen little girls. (Especially not a dozen!!)
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