Naptime


The boys are sleeping and Morgan is on a date with Daddy. 
The cool air and drizzle call me to the couch.  I light some candles, pour a glass of wine, grab my book and curl up in my favorite blanket.  I settle in. 
Simply delightful.

A Matter of Perspective

Or, what a difference a day makes. 

Yesterday was one of those days when I was done.  Tired.  Frustrated.  Bitter.  If you can think of an unhappy word, I likely felt it yesterday.  And really, I think it’s been building up.

 Life sometimes gets so busy and my priorities get out of whack.  I get bogged down by e-mail, housework, saying “yes” when I probably should say “no”.  Sometimes, I get stubborn and don’t take the time I need to relax, rest, be.  You know, because “good moms” don’t need a break.  Right? 

The result is a day like yesterday. 

Finally, towards the end of the day, I gave in.  I let go.  Even though there was laundry to put away and things to pick up, the kids and I went outside.  Almost instantly, my mood shifted.  And later, after the children were tucked in bed (and J was watching football) I relaxed and caught up on the latest Bon Appetit rather than surfing the net or watching a show I’m only semi-interested. 

The fresh air.  The laughter.  Stepping away.  The quiet.  It was all medicine for my soul.

I felt relaxed, refreshed and recharged. 

So I started thinking about how I prevent these crashes in the future.  Sometimes, it’s so easy to think that everyone else’s lives are perfect and harmonious.  One reason I love reading blogs is to get a glimpse of beauty in other people’s lives.  But really, it’s only a glimpse.  Those lives are also full of dirty laundry, grouchy family members, crumbs on the floor, mile long to-do lists, fears and sadness.   

And yet, there is also the beauty.  It’s all a matter of perspective. 

So, I will enjoy the way the sunlight dances on crystal as I empty the dishwasher.


I will sit with the kids on the couch and watch the sunrise. 

 

I will kiss the dirty faces before I wash them. 


I will turn of the computer, say “no”, and take time to be.  (As I was reminded a few months ago.)

And, I’ll remember to be thankful for the life I have.  It may not always be pretty, easy or fun but, with the right perspective, it is always beautiful.

A Matter of Perspective

Or, what a difference a day makes. 
Yesterday was one of those days when I was done.  Tired.  Frustrated.  Bitter.  If you can think of an unhappy word, I likely felt it yesterday.  And really, I think it’s been building up.
 Life sometimes gets so busy and my priorities get out of whack.  I get bogged down by e-mail, housework, saying “yes” when I probably should say “no”.  Sometimes, I get stubborn and don’t take the time I need to relax, rest, be.  You know, because “good moms” don’t need a break.  Right? 
The result is a day like yesterday. 
Finally, towards the end of the day, I gave in.  I let go.  Even though there was laundry to put away and things to pick up, the kids and I went outside.  Almost instantly, my mood shifted.  And later, after the children were tucked in bed (and J was watching football) I relaxed and caught up on the latest Bon Appetit rather than surfing the net or watching a show I’m only semi-interested. 
The fresh air.  The laughter.  Stepping away.  The quiet.  It was all medicine for my soul.
I felt relaxed, refreshed and recharged. 
So I started thinking about how I prevent these crashes in the future.  Sometimes, it’s so easy to think that everyone else’s lives are perfect and harmonious.  One reason I love reading blogs is to get a glimpse of beauty in other people’s lives.  But really, it’s only a glimpse.  Those lives are also full of dirty laundry, grouchy family members, crumbs on the floor, mile long to-do lists, fears and sadness.   
And yet, there is also the beauty.  It’s all a matter of perspective. 
So, I will enjoy the way the sunlight dances on crystal as I empty the dishwasher.

I will sit with the kids on the couch and watch the sunrise. 
 
I will kiss the dirty faces before I wash them. 

I will turn of the computer, say “no”, and take time to be.  (As I was reminded a few months ago.)
And, I’ll remember to be thankful for the life I have.  It may not always be pretty, easy or fun but, with the right perspective, it is always beautiful.

From Garden to Kitchen

tom mosaic

This week I made Pomodori al Forno with Romas from our garden.  And I must say, make this today.  I saw the recipe on Molly’s blog. When I saw the recipe was originally from another Molly I knew I had to try it. (Have I mentioned how much I love her book?)

Anyway, I had all of the ingredients and got busy.  My plan was to keep some in the fridge to use for Red Pesto Ravioli and freeze the rest, as Molly I. suggested. 

While it does take a while for them to bake, the actual hands on time is minimal.  And they smell delicious as they spend their time in the oven.  In fact, when we got home from picking Jack up from school he said, “it smells like pizza in here.”

He was right. 

I didn’t have any intention of making the appetizer that the recipe is actually for.  However, as I was making the pesto, I found myself with a few tomatoes that weren’t used, some goat cheese and bread.  

Oh. my. word. 

I have a new favorite appetizer. 

Again, make this today!   

So, now I have one jar in the freezer and I’m waiting to have enough ripe romas to make another batch (or five).  I’m pretty sure my book club ladies will be enjoy this in a few weeks.   In fact, J and I might be enjoying this tonight.

PS.  The Ravioli was delicious also!  The original recipe calls for sun dried tomatoes that are not in oil so start sparingly with the oil and add as needed.

From Garden to Kitchen

tom mosaic
This week I made Pomodori al Forno with Romas from our garden.  And I must say, make this today.  I saw the recipe on Molly's blog. When I saw the recipe was originally from another Molly I knew I had to try it. (Have I mentioned how much I love her book?)
Anyway, I had all of the ingredients and got busy.  My plan was to keep some in the fridge to use for Red Pesto Ravioli and freeze the rest, as Molly I. suggested. 
While it does take a while for them to bake, the actual hands on time is minimal.  And they smell delicious as they spend their time in the oven.  In fact, when we got home from picking Jack up from school he said, "it smells like pizza in here."
He was right. 
I didn't have any intention of making the appetizer that the recipe is actually for.  However, as I was making the pesto, I found myself with a few tomatoes that weren't used, some goat cheese and bread.  
Oh. my. word. 
I have a new favorite appetizer. 
Again, make this today!   
So, now I have one jar in the freezer and I'm waiting to have enough ripe romas to make another batch (or five).  I'm pretty sure my book club ladies will be enjoy this in a few weeks.   In fact, J and I might be enjoying this tonight.

PS.  The Ravioli was delicious also!  The original recipe calls for sun dried tomatoes that are not in oil so start sparingly with the oil and add as needed.

Camping

We kicked off our Labor Day weekend with camping in Rocky Mountain National Park.  This was the first time we camped as a family this summer and Connor’s firs time ever

We had a blast. 

On Friday we did a 1.9 mile hike and Saturday a 1 miler.  The kids, especially Connor, did great.  Several people stopped to ask how old he was because they couldn’t believe he was actually hiking. 

We ate our fair share of junk food.  Nothing says camping like hot dogs, popcorn, smores and more.   There was some fruit thrown in for good measure.

There was lounge time by the fire.  I got to flip through the latest Bon Appetit.  (If you aren’t going to eat gourmet food, you can always look at pretty pictures of it.) 

 And, I even got a picture of me that I’m pretty happy with. 

Like I said, a great time.

More pictures here.