Today we spent the morning at home. I had laundry and house cleaning to do. We rarely stay home during the day unless sweet hubby is home. This afternoon the girls cleaned their rooms, got dressed and we attempted to leave for a friends house to play. We went outside to find that our car battery was deader than dead. We traipsed back inside where I gave the girls chocolate chip cookies and made homemade play dough to cheer them up.
Shiloh: "We are not having a good day. Everyone is having fun today, but us."
Me: "Oh yes we are! We are having a great day. You get to spend the day with your Mom today. Some kids haven't seen their Mom all day because she is at work."
Shiloh" Why?"
Me: " Because they have to work every day like your Dad. You are very blessed."
Shiloh: "What's blessed mean Mom?"
Me: "Blessed means you have a lot to be thankful for.
Shiloh: "Like my bed, and I like your cookies. I am thankful for my dog."
And just like that she ran off to play with the puppy. The bad day was gone. Daily my kids teach me that your state of mind is everything. And that a good or bad day is only decided by my reaction to it.
Tuesday, August 5, 2014
Sunday, July 20, 2014
Birds and Seeds
So I have a very curious, inquisitive, questioning 5 year old. Daily I tremble at the thought of the next birds and bees question that will fall from her mouth. I attempt to sugar coat, be vague, change the subject, all of which never work. On multiple occasions I have been questioned as to how babies come out of my belly. I gladly explained my C-section process as that was simple and belly is a nice word. But on this day, I was questioned as to how she got into my belly to begin with....
Me: "Well, God put a seed in my tummy.
Shiloh: "How did he do that?"
Me: It was a very special kind of seed."
Shiloh: "Nu uh. How did I grow?"
Me: You grew from that seed into a baby and were born."
Shiloh: " NAH MOM!!! Seeds are for plants!"
Here I gracefully exit the room...I shall regain my composure and frantically search for more believable, G rated explanations.
Me: "Well, God put a seed in my tummy.
Shiloh: "How did he do that?"
Me: It was a very special kind of seed."
Shiloh: "Nu uh. How did I grow?"
Me: You grew from that seed into a baby and were born."
Shiloh: " NAH MOM!!! Seeds are for plants!"
Here I gracefully exit the room...I shall regain my composure and frantically search for more believable, G rated explanations.
Tuesday, July 8, 2014
Blessed...
It's amazing really. As we travel through our journey of life we rush everything. We race from day to day and chore to chore. We speed away in our cars and always feel that there should be more daylight hours. Endless to do lists and people to call back, yet when we stop and pause we wish for a permanent standstill.
Only on rare occasion do we stop to soak up everything around us. The breeze, the very breath we breathe, laughter, birds chirping, health, food in our bellies, AC.
Blessed is an understatement.
Sure, if you are keeping up with the Jones's there will always be 'more' you think you need. In reality, simplicity in life brings happiness. Take note today of all you have and I promise your blessings will far outweigh what you think you're missing. Count those things today. Thank God for another beautiful afternoon. Relish it. Someone out there wishes they were so blessed as you.
XOXO,
Mel
Only on rare occasion do we stop to soak up everything around us. The breeze, the very breath we breathe, laughter, birds chirping, health, food in our bellies, AC.
Blessed is an understatement.
Sure, if you are keeping up with the Jones's there will always be 'more' you think you need. In reality, simplicity in life brings happiness. Take note today of all you have and I promise your blessings will far outweigh what you think you're missing. Count those things today. Thank God for another beautiful afternoon. Relish it. Someone out there wishes they were so blessed as you.
XOXO,
Mel
Tuesday, June 24, 2014
Winner, winner, cleanse for dinner!
Yesterday I came across a delicious looking recipe over on The Sweet Life! She created this dish as part of a cleanse.
You can find the recipe here.
http://www.thesweetlifeonline.com/2014/05/12/cuban-bowl-and-30-day-cleanse-update/
I doubled the beans and used 2 cans, seasoning them with chili powder, garlic and onion powder. I then cooked my rice in chicken broth. I topped mine with homemade Pico de Gallo, avocados, and roasted sweet potatoes (roasted with olive oil and seasoning salt).
Enjoy!!
You can find the recipe here.
http://www.thesweetlifeonline.com/2014/05/12/cuban-bowl-and-30-day-cleanse-update/
I doubled the beans and used 2 cans, seasoning them with chili powder, garlic and onion powder. I then cooked my rice in chicken broth. I topped mine with homemade Pico de Gallo, avocados, and roasted sweet potatoes (roasted with olive oil and seasoning salt).
Enjoy!!
Monday, June 23, 2014
Bon Bon what?!
Just a 'Stay At Home Mom'...There is always that inevitable question, "What do you do ALL day??"
Never were more ridiculous words spoken...Just?!
I live in a house filled with adorable tiny creatures, who emit bodily fluids at random, that would put the Amazon rainfall to shame.
I am a maid.
They trip and bust lips and toes. Somehow in my mad dash to go pee, they face plant, scraping every limb. Here I am expected to be on stand by passing out the latest Disney band aids and free ice cream to all involved. They require shots to keep them healthy, but as I talk to the Doctor's office by phone, my children roar so loud, racing through the house that soon the nurse asks if I am watching Jurassic Park. At this point I fear they won't survive long enough to need those health inducing needles.
I am an ear plug wearing nurse.
They ask questions to which Mr. Google himself would be hard pressed to answer, afterwards staring at me intently, until I give a specific reason behind my reply. This then turns into 42 more questions with no rhyme or reason.
I am an imperfect genius specializing in everything known to man.
They hand out hugs and kisses as if it were Valentine's Day, just mere seconds before dumping every toy they own all over the house. They even felt as though that favorite plush Dino deserved to go for a whirl down the John.
I am a professional hugger, organizer and plumber.
They can't ever pick a favorite emotion as they are capable of crying, laughing, talking and snorting in one single breath. (What woman isn't?)
I am a therapist.
They are the best of helpers, and at times the worst.
I am an instructor of every life skill.
They have perfected the art of teaching me patience, but some days possess very little of their own.
I am a listener and I am a giver.
Everything is expected to be instantaneous or not at all! They yell for milk. They yell for three different snacks (None of which are in your pantry) all during a 5 minute time span. They yell for water at 3 a.m. and to be tucked in for the 20th time in a row. They screech for that candy bar in the checkout lane, or a PB & J at dinner, because that delicious lasagna you cooked for 2 hours looked better on the floor.
I am everything previously mentioned combined into a two second time frame.
They love deeply. They trust without question and follow me blindly. They are quick to forgive. They stand in awe at the smallest of details. What to me seems a tiny fragment of life makes them ecstatic. They notice when someone is down and rush to make them feel better.
I am their student, absorbing everything I have missed in my race through life.
This is only a small segment of my life of 'What I do all day'. Some days I am raising perfectly cute little ladies, and the next snarling hobbits. Regardless, I LOVE MY JOB. It is the most rewarding opportunity I will ever be given in life. This task of steering their stubbornness (Something I've deemed unruly determination.) towards things that will make them excel through life. I have accepted the challenge, even realizing I may barely survive it. In fact, I could possibly come out on the other side a bald lunatic.
Now, can someone please pass me a Starbucks and a Bon Bon?
Never were more ridiculous words spoken...Just?!
I live in a house filled with adorable tiny creatures, who emit bodily fluids at random, that would put the Amazon rainfall to shame.
I am a maid.
They trip and bust lips and toes. Somehow in my mad dash to go pee, they face plant, scraping every limb. Here I am expected to be on stand by passing out the latest Disney band aids and free ice cream to all involved. They require shots to keep them healthy, but as I talk to the Doctor's office by phone, my children roar so loud, racing through the house that soon the nurse asks if I am watching Jurassic Park. At this point I fear they won't survive long enough to need those health inducing needles.
I am an ear plug wearing nurse.
They ask questions to which Mr. Google himself would be hard pressed to answer, afterwards staring at me intently, until I give a specific reason behind my reply. This then turns into 42 more questions with no rhyme or reason.
I am an imperfect genius specializing in everything known to man.
They hand out hugs and kisses as if it were Valentine's Day, just mere seconds before dumping every toy they own all over the house. They even felt as though that favorite plush Dino deserved to go for a whirl down the John.
I am a professional hugger, organizer and plumber.
They can't ever pick a favorite emotion as they are capable of crying, laughing, talking and snorting in one single breath. (What woman isn't?)
I am a therapist.
They are the best of helpers, and at times the worst.
I am an instructor of every life skill.
They have perfected the art of teaching me patience, but some days possess very little of their own.
I am a listener and I am a giver.
Everything is expected to be instantaneous or not at all! They yell for milk. They yell for three different snacks (None of which are in your pantry) all during a 5 minute time span. They yell for water at 3 a.m. and to be tucked in for the 20th time in a row. They screech for that candy bar in the checkout lane, or a PB & J at dinner, because that delicious lasagna you cooked for 2 hours looked better on the floor.
I am everything previously mentioned combined into a two second time frame.
They love deeply. They trust without question and follow me blindly. They are quick to forgive. They stand in awe at the smallest of details. What to me seems a tiny fragment of life makes them ecstatic. They notice when someone is down and rush to make them feel better.
I am their student, absorbing everything I have missed in my race through life.
This is only a small segment of my life of 'What I do all day'. Some days I am raising perfectly cute little ladies, and the next snarling hobbits. Regardless, I LOVE MY JOB. It is the most rewarding opportunity I will ever be given in life. This task of steering their stubbornness (Something I've deemed unruly determination.) towards things that will make them excel through life. I have accepted the challenge, even realizing I may barely survive it. In fact, I could possibly come out on the other side a bald lunatic.
Now, can someone please pass me a Starbucks and a Bon Bon?
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