I’ve been thinking about this little blog for several weeks, wanting to get back into the habit of posting the weird little quirks of our day to day life.  I miss those quick little posts, and I love remembering the random crap my kids do that makes me feel like writing about it.  Unfortunately, the thought of coming back to it after 8 (yes, 8!!!) months has just been completely overwhelming.  But there’s really nothing to do for such a dilemma except jump in.  So, this cold and calm Saturday morning, I’m back. 

 One of the biggest reasons for my very long silence was our move.  In September we moved from Washington state back to our old stomping grounds in Kentucky.  My Superman is now officially out of the Navy, and started working with a commercial diving company.  We bought our first little house (in cash!) and are enjoying being so much closer to our parents and siblings.  We are currently in the middle of a serious effort to write a book about our home-buying experience, and I am working like mad to try and finish the edits on my hopefully-soon-to-be-published novel that I’ve already been working on for way to long.  My goal is to have all the edits done by March.

Why March?  Because March 2nd is when we’re due to welcome our 3rd little Pea.  Klaus was a week early, though, and I think it would be only fair for Eva to be a copycat in that regard.  I know, I know, babies have their own time tables.  I’m not counting on it.  But I’m 33.5 weeks pregnant, I’ve gained more weight than I have before, in spite of religious exercise and eating well.  Trying my hardest not to be too freaked out about that, but it’s a daily struggle since I’m right around the same weight I was when I DELIVERED the other two.  Oy vey.  So basically I feel like I’m allowed to have this one fantasy where I have her about a week early, all this extra weight is just fluid and stuff that disappears in the first two weeks postpartum, and all the working out pays off in the end so I can wear my pre-pregnancy jeans out the first time I venture into the world after giving birth.  Yeah. Oh, I crack myself up…

Anyways, that’s where we are today.  We’re enjoying a lazy Saturday in the adorable little house that we’ve kind of fallen in love with.  I can hear my happy kiddos playing, my Superman is nearby, and sweet little #3 keeps making my belly jump with her hiccups.  Life is so sweet, and we are blessed beyond measure. :)

And just like that, I’m back in the blogging world ;)


Stop-That’s and I-love-you’s

Motherhood is punctuated by extremes.  Extreme love, extreme frustration, extreme exhaustion, extreme happiness.  Every so often, the depth of those extremes comes out of the blue and surprises me all over again.

The mood of parenthood is subject to change as frequently as the moods of the children and babies in the house, not on a time table.

One minute I’m holding a sleepy baby-toddler, his curly head burrowing against my neck, soft arms clinging to my shoulders.  The next I’m picking up the entire contents of the bathroom cupboard off the floor, and asking him why he’s standing on the table, as if he’s going to answer me.

It’s a constantly rolling wave of “Stop That” and “I Love You”.  Moments so sweet my heart aches, followed by moments so frustrating it seems like a miracle that the human race ever bothered to procreate more than twice.

Somehow though, in the midst of this ever rolling tide, the good always outweighs the bad with a fervency unmatched.  I wouldn’t trade a single moment.

Slow Cooker Jambalaya

Some of y’all were wondering about the recipe for slow cooker Jambalaya that I mentioned yesterday, so here it is.  Yesterday night was the first time I’ve made it but it turned out really well–nice and flavorful, just like Jambalaya is supposed to be!  I ended up modifying a recipe called Smokin’ Jambalaya from a magazine called Essential Slow Cooker.  What I actually did was at least 50 % different from the recipe, so that’s what I’ve written here.

1 package italian sausages ~ 1 16 oz kielbasa sausage ~ 1 large onion, chopped ~ 3 stalks celery ~ 2 carrots ~ 1 14.5 oz can diced tomatoes ~ 1 cup chicken or beef broth ~ 2 Tablespoons tomato paste (I didn’t have this, but I think it would make it better) ~ 1 Tablespoon Worcestershire Sauce ~ 1 Tablespoon lemon juice ~ 1 serrano pepper, seeded and finely chopped ~ 3 cloves garlic, minced ~ 1/2 teaspoon dried thyme ~ 1/2 teaspoon dried oregano ~ 1/4 teaspoon cayenne pepper ~ 2 cups frozen cut okra ~ 8 ounces shrimp (I didn’t have it, so I skipped it).

Rice to serve over

Cut the meat into bite size pieces and add it to the slow-cooker with all the other ingredients.  Cook on low for 6-8 hours or on high for 3-4 hours.

That’s it! Easy peasy!  My only word of caution is in regards to the serrano pepper.  I used about a quarter cup of a frozen, pre-diced bag.  Figured when it comes to cutting hot peppers, less is better.  Except for when the frozen, pre-diced bag contains entire diced serrano peppers.  That’s right.  Seeds and everything.  People, let me tell you–it is HOT.  That’s all!

Homemaker Monday Linkup

Good morning y’all!  How’s the first Monday after Daylight Savings Time treating everybody?  I have to say, I am not a fan of the whole time change.  It just seems pointless.  Maybe back in the day when everybody was farmers it made more sense, but I kind of doubt it–they always worked sun-up to sun-down anyways.

Anyways, today I’m linking up with Diary of a Stay At Home Mom for Homemaker Monday.

The weather outside is cool and foggy right now, but it’s supposed to clear up and be a gorgeous day in the 60s.  Here’s hoping it lives up to the forecast.  We have plans to meet some friends for a picnic this afternoon and warm picnics are always better than cold picnics.

Breakfast this morning was a bowl of overnight oats I started last night.  Warmed up, of course, because cold oatmeal is just nasty to me.  I know, I know, what’s the point of overnight oats if you warm them up anyways?  I don’t know… I just feel like it’s still a quick easy breakfast.

Looking out the window the fog is already beginning to lift here.  It’s a golden fog–you can tell that the sun is behind it.

Right now I am hastily typing out this post thinking about the lineup of stuff I need to get done before we head out.

Looking around the house It is pretty clean!  Yesterday I did a kind-of-spring clean.  The kids have already pulled some stuff out already, but it’s just little clutter.  My biggest problem today is the mountain of laundry I need to fold.  It can’t be avoided though.  Sophiapea is calling it The Mountain.

Today’s To-Do List ~ Fold laundry ~ Put dinner in slow cooker ~ Try to get my kids to keep some clothes on for long enough to get them out the door.

Currently reading ~ The Selection ~ The Astronaut Wives Club ~ Fragments

On the TV ~ Nothing right now, but I’ll probably have Grey’s Anatomy playing while I tackle The Mountain

On the Menu This Week ~ Slow Cooker Jambalaya ~ Pan Roasted Lemon Chicken with Sweet Potatoes ~ Chicken with Creamed Spinach ~ Broccoli Cheese Soup ~ Taco Salad

What I am creating Still plugging away at the persnickety last chapter of my historical novel.  SO. CLOSE. It’s driving me crazy.

Favorite Photo I know–there’s a foot in it–but this picture cracks me up.


Inspirational Quote 

I am so bad at thinking of these things on the spur of the moment… and so you get this: In honor of laundry day

Have a great Monday!


How We Do Mornings

Smiles, coffee, lots and lots of coffee, blankets, snuggling, and warm milk. 

Kiss two foreheads, say a prayer, make a plan that will inevitably change and evolve as the day takes on whatever shape the Creator has given it. 

Baby curls, sleepy eyes. Some of us (AHEM K-man) take a nap before 7 AM. Others of us (okay, it’s me) dream about sleeping until 7 AM. 

Through all the bleary-eyes, early mornings, and interrupted nights–I know I am blessed. 

And then I went looking for some poetic Bible verse that would make me think about being blessed to rise up in the morning or something. And this is what I found 

Proverbs 27:14 He that blesseth his friend with a loud voice, rising early in the morning, shall be counted as a curse to him. 

So yeah. 

Definitely starting the morning with a smile at least! Have a great Friday, y’all. 

Morning Conversations with the 2 year old

Sophia wakes up and comes out to the living room, just beaming like an actual ray of sunshine.

“Good morning, sunshine!” I say, kissing her forehead. “How did you sleep?”

Still smiling, she tilts her head to one side and says, “Last night, dear, while I was sleeping,”

Wow, I start thinking to myself, I’m really getting the unrevised version this morning!

“I dreamed I held you in my arms,”

It begins to dawn on me that she’s quoting the verse of the You are My Sunshine song, but her voice just lilts up and down a little, not really singing.

“But when I woke up, I was mistaken, so I laid my head down and cried.” (Seriously, some other day I’m going to get into how depressing that verse is.  Another day, another day, another day…)

She is just grinning and grinning.  One of the two braids she went to sleep in has fallen out and her hair is wild and fluffy around her face.  Sometimes I’m just stunned and in awe of the little girl that my baby is becoming and this is one of those times, so I kiss her cheek and say, “Wow, all that in one night?”

She leans back a little to look at me, eyes wide.  “It was ‘dicolous.”

So. Much. Laughter.