Apple Strudel Muffins

Oh yes, it's time for another yummy recipe!  You're welcome, my friends.

I had these the other day at a friend's house, and they were so yummy, I just had to get the recipe.  I made my own batch the very next day, and they were gone within hours.  These muffins are moist and cake-like, with just enough spice in the batter and a yummy crisp topping.  What a yummy way to get a fun and comforting taste of the season.

Apple Strudel Muffins

(adapted from here)

Dry Ingredients:

• 2 c. all purpose flour
• 1 t baking powder
• 1/2 t baking soda
• 1 t ground cinnamon
• 1/2 t ground nutmeg

Wet Ingredients:

• 1/2 c butter, softened
• 1/2 c granulated sugar
• 1/2 c brown sugar
• 2 eggs
• 1 t vanilla extract
• 1 c grated apples + 1 c chopped apples
• 2 heaping T applesauce

Topping:

• 1/3 c packed brown sugar
• 1 T all purpose flour
• 1/8 t ground cinnamon
• 1 T butter

1. Preheat oven to 375 degrees F.  Grease a 12 cup muffin pan.
2. In a medium bowl, mix together dry ingredients.
3. In a large bowl, beat together 1/2 c butter, 1/2 c granulated sugar, 1/2 c brown sugar, and eggs until smooth.  Mix in vanilla.  Stir in apples and applesauce.
4. Gradually blend the dry mixture into the wet mixture.  Spoon into prepared muffin pan.
5. In a small bowl, mix 1/3 c brown sugar, 1 T flour, and 1/8 t cinnamon.  Cut in 1 T butter until mixture is like course crumbs.  Sprinkle over tops of mixture in muffin pan.
6. Bake 20 minutes in preheated oven, or until a toothpick inserted in the center of a muffin comes out clean.  Allow to sit for 5 minutes before removing from pan.  Cool on a wire rack, or eat warm. 

Delicious!  Enjoy :)

Tuesday's Tip--Ask for a Discount

I bought some smelly markers the other day. 

Let's just pause here while I bask in your envy.

I have always wanted smelly markers.  You want some, too, don't you?

AKD is doing a chromatography experiment, comparing different types of black inks, and this gave me the perfect excuse to indulge in my childhood fantasy of owning smelly markers.  We're using the black for AKD's experiment, and then giving the package to Bubby for his birthday in a few weeks.  So there are smelly markers in my house.  Win-win-win.

The chromatography markers, including Mr. Licorice Smelly Marker on the left

I went to the teacher supply store, giddy with anticipation at the prospect of having 24-7 access to my very own package of smelly markers.  They were $10 for the package of 12--totally worth it, considering they're the fulfillment of a lifetime of wishes--but you know my mantra.  Why pay full price if you don't have to (and you very rarely have to)?

So I asked for a discount.  I asked if they had any coupons or specials that I could use for the markers.

And they did!  A text coupon good for 15% off was expiring that day.  And even though my phone can't receive text offers (I don't know why, and I'm really torn up about it), they gave me the discount anyway.  AND gave me a free reusable shopping bag just for trying to sign up.

It never hurts to ask, my friends.  So often, there are offers available, and the cashiers or wait staff or front desk people don't think to offer unless we ask.  So ask.  Always ask.

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Oh, the Horror! (turned out to be not so bad)

Monday, I went on a field trip with my oldest son. 

It has been 4 years since I've been able to go on a field trip with him, and believe me friends, when your teenager tells you he wants you to go on a field trip with him, and you are able to go, you go.  Can't be too many more opportunities for that kind of thing on the way.  I mean, do they even go on field trips in high school?

I have a confession to make.  Middle schoolers kind of intimidate me.  OK, middle schoolers do more than "kind of" intimidate me.  They're hormone-crazed.  And have poor impulse control.  And many of them are bigger than me.  And they're loud.  And terribly judgmental.  I mean, they're OK in small groups, but middle schoolers on a large scale?  No need for Halloween scariness--teenagers are scary enough.

So I was kind of scared.  I didn't really want to go.  I mean, I wanted to go, because I wanted to spend time with my baby and support his education and all that, but the middle schoolers!  They were going to be there, too.  In large quantities.  The last time I spent any time with that group, I was thankful to get out alive.  Seriously. It was touch and go there for a while--my survival was in doubt.

But I summoned my courage and bright and early AKD and I set off for school together.

There were hoards of 8th graders everywhere: a huge mass of perpetually moving teenagers with hormone-drenched brains, who kept talking louder and louder, as far as the eye could see.  I felt such compassion for those poor souls who were just trying to have a nice picnic lunch with their loved ones at the beach.  Imagine trying to carve out a peaceful patch of real estate on which to picnic with more than 400 8th graders milling about.

I had a great time, and learned some stuff, too, amazingly enough.  I'm so glad I didn't let my fears determine my path on this day.  And guess what!  Those scary teenagers were actually pretty good kids.  Loud...hormone-crazed...impulsive...good...kids, just trying to figure out who they're going to be in this world, just wanting to be valued and loved.

And no, I am not going to run out and get my teaching license so I can hang with middle schoolers All. The. Times.  Baby steps, people.

Broken...together

We're all broken.

I sat with a group of women today and realized (again) that we all have unseen struggles.  I never would have realized, just looking at them, at us.  We look so...together.  Most of us had showered, some even put on make-up, we were all dressed.  We smiled and nodded.

But it's an illusion.  You know, kind of how nothing is really solid because it's made up of atoms, which are made up of mostly empty space with some particles moving around?  An illusion.

We are all broken.  But God, in His mercy, has given us each other.  We were not meant to navigate through this life alone. 

The LORD God said,

"It is not good for the man to be alone. I will make a companion for him...."

Genesis 2:18 (NET Bible)

 What a blessing it is to be able to share our brokenness: our fears, our hurts, our insecurities, our pain, our shortcomings...because in the sharing they become lighter--easier to bear. 

A person standing alone can be attacked and defeated,

but two can stand back-to-back and conquer.

Three are even better, for a triple-braided cord is not easily broken.

Ecclesiastes 4:12 (NLT)

Have you ever thought of those struggles as attacking and defeating?  This is truth, my friends.  We are under attack and in danger of defeat.  Together, we will not be defeated...by any of it: fears, hurts, insecurities, pain, shortcomings.  Together we conquer; together we overcome.

We are all broken.  Every. One.  But in the sharing, through grace, we are made whole.

For where two or three have gathered together in My name, I am there in their midst.

Matthew 18:20

Love you, sisters.  Thank you.

*What* was I thinking?

Holymoly, my friends.  What was I thinking?  This is completely the opposite of what I meant when I said that one of my 5 priorities is rest.  Yikes.

Looking over my schedule for the next few days, if I wasn't already tired, I would be tired just looking at it.  I can't even handle my every-day regular schedule, and here all of these extra things have crept stealthily on to my calendar.

Just goes to show, I guess, how easily the busy-ness can sneak up upon a person.  A field trip here, an assignment there, a book fair in the middle...throw added parental responsibilities in, and POW.  Craziness ensues.  It's all good, but it's too much.

Yup, shows how incipient busy-ness can be, and how vigilant we need to be in using priorities to filter possibilities.

Well, after this week--if I survive--I shall once more commence rigorously routing my choices through the filter of my priorities.

Pray for me, people, on both accounts.

Look up

Whew!  Am I tired.  I'm not sure if it's still the getting-into-the-school-routine tiredness or the trying-to-figure-out-who-I-want-to-be tiredness, or the I-should-be-able-to-do-it-all-because-I-have-7- hours-without-kids-each-day attitude that continues to prompt me to actually attempt to do All The Things (that still persists, despite my attempts to convince myself it's a lie), but I am exhausted.  So tired.  Physically, emotionally, you name it, I'm that kind of tired.  Yes, even now, after a full night's sleep, at not even 9 o'clock in the morning.

 

Why am I so tired?  I mean, so and so works full time, shuttles her children to music lessons and sports, feeds them, helps them with their homework, gets them off to bed, and then straightens up the house.  She doesn't look tired.  Not at all.

 

That other person, she's going through a divorce.  She's working part time to afford attorney fees, parenting solo, and keeping her kids well-adjusted and happy, and her home spotless.  She doesn't look tired.

 

Well, and then there's the person who's on multiple committees, even chairs two of them, is painting and redecorating her house in her spare time by herself, and still has time to connect with her children after school every day in between driving them to activities.  She doesn't look tired.

 

Oh yeah, and what about the person who is president of the PTA, works full time, has 4 kids in activities, AND works out 2 hours a day.  She doesn't look tired at all.

 

Don't even get me started on moms who homeschool many children of all different ages.  How?

 

And then there's me.  I don't work (for pay) full time.  I can barely deal with the kids' homework--I fact, there are many nights when a certain child and I are both in tears over it, and I routinely ignore the kindergartner's homework because it doesn't have to be turned in.  The house is...well, OK, but could use a good deep cleaning.  I avoid committees like the plague. I don't have a baby keeping me up nights.  I have hours and hours of kid-free time every week, and all I have to do during that time is keep the house running.

 

And I am so tired.  What is wrong with me?

 

Well, I'll tell you what my problem is. 

 

My problem is, I'm still looking around instead of looking up.  I'm still comparing my intimate knowledge of my imperfections with the outside packaging of others.

 

How many times am I going to have to learn this lesson?

 

I am not the person who has a full time job, 4 kids in multiple activities, and a perfect house.  I am not the person who is parenting solo.  I am not the person on multiple committees.

 

I am not them.  I am me.  And I am tired.  And they probably are, too.  But that's irrelevant.  Me being tired means I need to rest more.  It doesn't mean that I am less than.  It doesn't mean I am more than.  It just is.

 

Look up, my friends.

 

***********

 

*And because I know you love me...

Yes, I know that my tiredness could be due to some medical cause, and yes, I will talk to my doctor about it at my annual exam that's coming up in a few weeks.  The tiredness is not the point, my friends.  The point is that I/we/all of us need to be vigilant in looking to God, not others, for our justification.  In every area of life, even this one.

People pleasing or God-honoring?

I'm a people pleaser. 

By "people pleaser" I mean that I want people to like me.  How about you?  Do you want people to like you?  Sure you do.  We all do.  Humans are social creatures.  We depend on each other, and life is so much easier to navigate when we're liked.

In my life, there is a person that I want to like me.  And so I try to do everything that is expected of me in the context of this relationship.  It's nothing dangerous or immoral or even all that difficult.  The problem is the expectations are mostly unspoken.  And sometimes I don't even realize they're there.

But I try so hard, so very hard, to meet the needs of this person within the context of our relationship.  Because I want him or her to like me.

It all came to a crisis point several months ago, as I was trying so, so hard to meet all of those, mostly unspoken, expectations.  I was doing everything I could to please.  And I thought I was doing well, I really did.  And then I found out I wasn't.  I found out that once again I was falling short in the eyes of this person.

I was devastated.  Devastated.  I shed many heart-wrenching tears that night, and I poured out my heart to God.  Why, God?  Why can I never measure up?  Why do I always fall short?

And that's when I realized that I was never going to measure up in their eyes.  Seriously, how can I measure up, how can I meet their needs, when they won't tell me what they want from me?  And that realization, that I will never measure up, was actually quite freeing.

I thought back over the time we had spent together.   Had I done everything that was asked of me?  Yes, and more.  Had I kept the lines of communication open so that this person could verbalize their needs?  Yes.  Had I done everything I could?  Yes.  Was I an ambassador of God's love and light to this person? Yes.  Were my thoughts, words, and actions God-honoring?  Yes.  Well, at least until I decided to throw myself a pity party because my efforts had, once again, fallen short.

And that's when my second realization came.  I needed to stop trying to please this person and instead seek to please God within the context of our relationship.  I will never measure up in this person's eyes, but he or she is not the one sitting in judgment of me.  It's God's measuring stick that I need to be concerned with. 

I want to encourage you this morning, my friends.  There are probably people in your life to whom you will always be a bit of a disappointment.  There are probably people in your life whose needs you will never quite be able to meet.  I urge you, friends, to switch your focus.  Stop trying to live up to expectations you will never meet; stop trying to please people. Instead focus on pleasing God in the context of that relationship.

Isn't it wonderful, my friends, that we don't have to worry about pleasing people?  Sooo much easier to be God-honoring instead.

I know that my next step is to sit down for a conversation with this person.  I need to respectfully and lovingly tell them that I will be happy to do my best to meet their needs if they will verbalize their expectations.  But it's still so raw, it hurts so much, even these several months later, I don't know if I'm ready for that conversation just yet.  Pray for me, friends, that I will be ready when the time comes, and I'll pray for you.

 We are not trying to please people but God, who tests our hearts.

I Thessalonians 2:4b

 



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Putting Priorities to Work

The other day I told you why priorities are important, and then on Friday, I shared my priorities with you.  Today I'll show you how I'm using my priorities to define my days.

Have you heard this story?

Source

One day, a professor walked into class carrying a large glass jar.  He proceeded to fill the jar with rocks.  When it was full, he looked at his students and asked if the jar was full.  When they said that yes, it was indeed full, the professor reached under his desk and brought out a bag of small pebbles, which he poured into the jar, shaking it lightly.  The pebbles, of course, rolled down into the spaces left by the larger rocks.  He asked again if the jar was full, to which his students responded that yes, the jar was indeed full.  Next the professor brought out a bag of sand, which he poured into the jar, shaking gently, causing the sand to fill the spaces between the pebbles.

Sometimes the story ends there, sometimes the professor pours water or coffee into the jar, proving once again that, even though the jar was full, there was room to add more.

If the professor had added the sand first, then the pebbles and rocks, they would not all have fit, but because he added the larger rocks first, then let the pebbles and sand fill in the gaps, everything fit into the jar.



All right, so my 5 priorities are the big rocks in my jar.  I need to place them first, because if I don't, if I let myself be distracted by all of the pebbles and sand of life, I won't have room for them.

If you want to spend your days with purpose, doing what is important to you, it is worth a few minutes of your time, at the beginning of every day, to place your big rocks.  Or, if you are not a morning person (me!), take a few minutes at the end of each day to plan for the next.  Schedule those priorities, and write them down, so you have a clear plan for your day. 

During my planning time, I also write down my pebbles--those things that need to get done, but don't necessarily fit into one of my 5 priorities, and sand--things I would like to do.  I number them in the order I'd like to accomplish them, and then fit those things in around my priorities.  It's not a schedule, more like a guideline, or suggestion, for my day.

For me this means spending time with God, my number one priority, first thing in the morning.  Family is my next priority, and in the morning when we're getting ready for the day, and again in the afternoon and evening when everyone returns from school and work, I am here for them.  Nothing else is more important during that time.

My next priority is rest, and yes, I schedule this in to my day, first, by not overscheduling, and second, by offering myself grace when my long to-do list doesn't quite get done.

Self-care, my 4th priority, happens first thing as soon as my boys get on the bus in the morning.  If I put it off, it may not happen.

And finally, connection is my 5th priority.  I am blessed to be a part of an amazing sisterhood, and am so looking forward to going deeper in our relationships going forward.

All of the other stuff?  The vacuuming, the errand running, the laundry, the volunteering... there will be time for that, but during this stage of my life, I am making sure that my priorities take precedence over everything else.  Take a hard look at everything that's being asked of you, both by yourself and by others.  If it doesn't fit into or around your priorities--things that are most important to you--then maybe it doesn't need to be done.

How about you?  If you have a formal list of priorities, does it work for you?  If not, how do you spend your days?

My Priorities

Earlier this week, I shared why setting formal priorities is important to me at this point in my life.  I think it's a good idea for all of us to periodically reevaluate what's important to us, and use those priorities to determine how we spend our time.  These are what I'm working toward now, this school year.  So here we go--my priorities:

1. God. 
I have a confession to make.  When I have been thinking about this list these past few weeks, God has not entered my head.  I have been thinking mostly about my wants and needs.  After all, I've been thinking about everyone else's wants and needs for so long.  But honestly, my number one need is the saving grace of my Creator, and spending time in God's holy presence has been one of those things that is important, but gets pushed to the end of the to-do list.  I'm not proud of it--just telling it like it is.

2. My family.
Ugh.  How I wish those guys weren't so high on my list.  I want my time to be about me.  Selfish, I know, but after 14 years of giving everything of myself to my children and my husband, I just want to find myself again, you know?  And yet, my family is everything to me.  Everything I do is for them.  And I can't let other responsibilities encroach on my responsibility to my family.

3. Rest.
I am so tired, my friends.  It has been a long haul getting to this place, and I've lost myself along the way.  So rest, renewal, and healing need to be a big part of my days.

4. Taking care of me.
Oh yes, I have not been taking care of myself, physically, emotionally, mentally, spiritually, creatively.  I've been letting it slide.  Mothering in the trenches.  Keeping my head above water.  Not a whole lot of time for self-care these past years.  I have been promising myself this for years.  It's time.

5. Connection.
We were not created to navigate through this life alone, but it is so hard to form relationships as a mom to small children.  Even if the opportunities are available, dragging a kid along all the time can really get in the way.  I mean seriously, have you ever tried to have lunch with a friend and a toddler? I am looking for deeper connections to my larger community, but only after my top 4 priorities are met.

My hope is that thinking about my priorities will make my choices clearer going forward.

How about you?  What are your top 3 or 5 or 10 priorities?  Do you use them to make decisions in your daily life?  Let me know in the comments.

Snickers stuffed Snickerdoodles

You read the title.  You saw the picture.  Do I really need to go on?  Can't we just sit and marvel in the majesty of that concept?  Snickers Stuffed Snickerdoodles.  Mmmm...

It all started when I found these cute little snickers bites in my grocery store.  They're about half an inch cubes of satisfying snickers goodness.  And unwrapped!  So they're super easy to snack on.  Which may or may not be a good thing in your world.

So I had these snickers bites, and I wanted to do something special with them, rather than just eating them, and that's when it occurred to me that snickers and snickerdoodles were meant to be together.

Use your favorite snickerdoodle recipe.  I used this one from Betty Crocker.  You could even use prepared sugar cookie dough if you're pressed for time.  When you make your dough balls, stick a mini snickers bite in there and close the dough up around it.  Then roll in your cinnamon-sugar mixture, and bake according to the recipe's instructions.  My 7 oz bag of snickers bites would have made 4 dozen.  If I hadn't eaten about 8 of 'em while I was working.  Ahem! 

I would recommend spraying the pan or using parchment paper because the candies might want to stick.  Let the cookies cool for about 2 minutes on the pan (not much longer, or they will stick), then transfer to wax paper or a cooling rack to cool completely.  Or eat warm, 'cause that's ooey gooey peanutty chocolatey caramelly goodness right there.

You are welcome, my friends.  Or, alternately, I apologize for putting that delicious image in your head.

The Importance of Priorities

I've entered a new phase in my life: stay at home mom to school-aged kids. 

I was going to go on, but let's just pause for a moment to say,

YIPPEE!

OK, back to the post:
One would think (I would think) that this would mean I now have virtually unlimited time to do with what I will.  Unfortunately, this is not so.  I have been amazed and dismayed to learn that while I do have 7 hours a day sans kids, I still do not have enough time to do everything I would like to do.

But here's the thing.  It is so tempting to say yes to everything, just because I can.  After 13 years of having my schedule dictated, at least to some extent, by the whims and moods of young children, to have such an extravagant amount of time to spend according to my whims and moods is almost overwhelming.  And it would be so easy to over commit.  Ask me how I know.

Moms group that meets half an hour away? Yes! Volunteer at the food shelf/the clothing ministry/the church office/the homeless shelter/my kids' school (all in the same week)? Sign me up! Breakfast/lunch/coffee with a friend? Absolutely!

In these first few weeks of adjusting to my new normal, I have realized that I need to set priorities--decide what is important to me--and filter all of these opportunities through the lens of my priorities.  It's never easy to say no, but setting priorities makes it easier to decide what I can say yes to and what I can decline. 

Not so different from what all of us should be doing, whether we work full time, part time, or not at all, right?  But in the touch and go world of a stay at home mom to small children, number one priority is keeping our heads above water, and everything else, including setting goals and establishing priorities, goes out the window.

Later this week I will share my priorities in this space.  In the meantime, do you have a formal list of priorities to help you decide how to spend your time?  Or are your priorities less well defined?  Feel free to share your thoughts :)

Back to...sports

With school back in session, fall sports are in full swing as well.

MC's playing football again this year.

He just loves it!  His mama holds her breath and cringes whenever her baby comes into contact with some other mama's baby on the field (we've already had injuries on the team, including one boy whose kneecap is shattered--yikes!), but MC is doing terrific.  It's a big time commitment, but the time and cringing is definitely worth the confidence and camaraderie MC is developing on the field.  The Honey Badgers are currently undefeated.

Bubby is playing soccer for the first time and loves it, which is terrific, because he didn't think he would.  He is particularly good on defense, and scored his team's only goal last week, to tie the game.

 

Week 1, they were the Golden Treasures; Week 2, the Golden Scorpions

 

Kind of nice that both our kids are wearing yellow, since they have games on the same day.  We can support our kids by wearing their team colors and not have to change.

 

AKD signed up to play soccer this fall, but there weren't enough boys for a U14 travel team.  Which is a bummer, but is actually a blessing because his games would have been on Saturdays and Sundays, and who knows how often he would have had to practice.  Hubby and I have both commented in recent weeks that we're not sure how we would have managed being in 3 places at once for two months.

The other day I was idly wondering if AKD would want to try again next fall.  And that's when I realized: next year, he can try out for the high school team.  Yikes!  High School!

Let me tell you a story...

I need to start by saying I feel led to share this story with you today, but I'm not sure if my words will do it justice.  That's why it's taken me so long to write it--because I wasn't sure I could.  I hope that these words on the screen reach their intended target despite my shortcomings.

Once upon a time, I met a woman, and she was beautiful and had it all together and was everything I was not.  We met through our kids, and only really knew each other to say hello and maybe talk about the weather.  I looked at her and, even though I was lonely, disregarded her as a possible friend because she was perfect.  And why would she even want to bother with someone as messy and broken as me?  We had absolutely nothing in common, except having kids the same age.

Fast forward 6 years.  Beautiful Perfect Woman's kids and my kids go to the same school, and we are brought together in a group that meets regularly.  I don't even know what to call this group.  It's a moms group, a book group, a Bible study group...a sisterhood...a lifeline.  In any case, over the course of the year I got to know BPW.  I mean really know her.

And what I found shocked me.  BPW is beautiful on the outside, yes, and she has a beautiful heart.  BPW is not perfect.  In fact, she has a lot of the same shortcomings and insecurities that I have.  BPW and I have so much more in common that I ever dreamed possible.  And now?  I consider her my friend.  Six years later than it needed to be.

I read this recently in Made to Crave by Lysa TerKeurst (this book changed my life, people--highly recommend):

We like to identify our shortcomings, form them into a club, and mentally beat the tar out of ourselves.  Over and over and over again.  We label ourselves and soon lose our real identity to the beaten and bruised fragility we call 'me'.  We compare, we assume, we assess, we measure, and most times walk away shaking our head at how woefully short our 'me' falls when compared to everyone else.  How dangerous it is to hold up the intimate knowledge of our imperfections against the outside packaging of others.

Let me say that again: "how dangerous it is to hold up the intimate knowledge of our imperfections against the outside packaging of others."

Does this sound familiar, friends?   How often do we look around and believe that everyone else is so much prettier, more together, better than us?  We are looking at the outside, my friends.  Of course the people around us are not going to show us their fragility.  They don't want us to know they're not perfect.

If the story ended here, it would be a nice story, an inspiring story, a story with a lesson, yes?  But there's more, and this is the part that really tugs and pulls at my soul.  In truth, it makes me want to squirm.

A few months ago, BPW and I had a conversation.  We had an hour of forced proximity on a bus ride and believe me, we filled it :)  But friends, I was shocked anew at what my friend BPW revealed.

We got to talking about when we had met 6 years ago, and she told me that at the time she thought I had it all together and was such a great mom and why would I want to bother with her because she was so messy and broken.  I have no idea what I possibly did to convey that I had it all together.  I could not believe that she had seen me that way. 

We had each let our assumptions, and not truth, dictate our feelings and actions.

This story has a happy ending.  BPW and I are friends and sisters in Christ.  We each know about each other's shortcomings and love each other anyway.  Actually, I think we love each other more because of them.  But how many times have I let my assumptions get in the way of something that could have been beautiful?  How many times have I compared my intimate knowledge of my brokenness to the outside projected "perfect" image of others?  How many times has there not even been a story to end happily?  Too many, I'm afraid.

My friends, I hope you heard my heart today.  I urge you to ground yourself in truth, not assumptions.  I pray that all of us will go forward in life loving others, and loving ourselves, just as we are, in our broken, messy, hurting, beautiful, holy places.

<3

Yummy Grilled Garlic Toast

Oh yes, my friends.  It is time for another if-you-can-call-it-a-recipe!  This is our family's new favorite way to prepare garlic toast.

I was honored to be selected as a Chatterbox for McCormick Grill Mates, which means McCormick sent me several of their new Grill Mates products for me to try and tell y'all about.  Isn't that fun?  We have loved everything we've tried so far, but this garlic toast is so delicious and so simple to make, I just had to share.



Here's what you do.  Brush both sides of thick slices of French bread with olive oil.  Then sprinkle both sides with McCormick Grill Mates Backyard Brick Oven seasoning.  This is a tasty blend of spices, including garlic, black pepper, oregano, basil, and red pepper, perfect for adding bold Italian flavor to chicken, pork, seafood, and even grilled pizza.

So you've got your bread with olive oil and seasoning on it.  Next, grill, 4-6 inches from heat, until warm and toasty, about 3 minutes per side.

That is it!  So easy, and so, so yum!

 

The pork chops, which were "quite possibly the best pork chops [AKD had] ever tasted," were marinated in my go-to beef and pork marinade and rub, McCormick Grill Mates Montreal Steak Seasoning--love that stuff.  All we needed were some grilled veggies (drizzle with olive oil and sprinkle with Backyard Brick Oven seasoning) to make it a meal :)

Back to...

Yes, my friends, we are all officially back to school.  You may be wondering how it went...especially considering the big transition to kindergarten for our youngest.

Well, it all started bright dark and early last Tuesday.  Our oldest has a ridiculously early bus time, which means it's still dark out when he leaves the house.  Which is why (if I say it enough times, I may be able to convince myself it's true) we have yet to get a first day of school pic for him.  Oops.

Eighth grade.  Can you believe it?  Craziness.

Oh wait, guess I do have a 1st day of school pic for AKD.  Whew!  That was some heavy mommy-guilt just nipped in the bud right there...

 

He coordinated the colors on his braces to his school colors in honor of the first day.

As you can see, I went with the rolo pencils.  Mmmm...rolos.  AKD pointed out that I also could have used mentos.  Just, you know, if you don't like rolos or something crazy like that.

Later that day, when the sun was up, but the fog had not yet burned away, MC headed off to the first day of 5th grade.  You've already seen this picture.  Doesn't he just look thrilled?

Did you notice the bandage on his right leg?  Two weeks before school started, MC fell, hitting his leg on the corner of a wooden step stool, and opening up a V-shaped gash in his leg that required 12 stitches to repair.  I am not sure I am ever going to be able to ask this child to change his sheets again.

 

At our school we have a staggered start for kindergartners.  When MC started (a lifetime 5 years ago), they had half of the kindergartners start the first day, the other half came the second day, then everybody was there the third day.  Now, all of the kindergartners start on the same day, but it's delayed by 3 days.  During those 3 days, the teachers meet with each of their students and their parents one on one, so everybody can get to know each other and get comfortable with the classroom.

 

In our case, it worked brilliantly.  When Bubby started school on Friday, he went willingly and was all smiles when he returned home.

 

Can I just say?  I love our little country school.  Each of my boys has just 16 students in his classroom.  We know all the teachers and they know us and our boys.  It's really like a family.  A very large family that has to eat in shifts and spill out into the hallway and outside when we get together for family dinners, but a family none-the-less.  The teachers and staff are great, the quality of education is phenomenal, and they genuinely love and care for our kids as if they were their own.  Love it!

 

I know y'all are wondering how the mama did with the first day of school. 

I have been waiting for this day for 14 years: this day when all of my children would be in school full time.  It was a long time coming, and I am so thrilled to be entering into this new phase of life without pre school children.  I'm ready.  It's time.

Do I miss holding my babies in my arms?  Do I miss nursing them, looking down at their precious faces as they stare adoringly up at mine?  Do I miss the awkward toddling of first steps?  The priceless expressions as they tried each new mushed up food?  Do I miss the lazy days of staying in our pjs and snuggling the day away, just because we can?  Do I miss their full heads of crazy curly bozo hair?

Yes, absolutely, yes. 

However, it is good and right for these children to be growing in stature, in independence, in wisdom (um...not sure about the wisdom part...).  The ironic truth of motherhood is that, if we're doing it right, we work ourselves right out of a job.

Oh, I know they'll always need their mama, but it does my heart good to know that these boys of mine are learning to make their way in the world.

Tuesday's Tip: Make a Gift List

In my family, it's kind of a point of honor to give gifts without asking for gift suggestions.  The idea is to pay attention to the recipient's interests and style, likes and dislikes, and come up with the perfect gift all on your own.

That's why it was such a surprise when Hubby's family started asking me for gift suggestions.  Before we were even married. 

And then, do you know what happened?  They started asking me for gift suggestions for other people.  Like my husband and kids.  Why they didn't ask the husband and kids directly, I don't know, other than the fact that they must think I'm a lot more "together" than I really am.

The trouble was, I can't think on the spot like that.  I would have ideas in mind, but when someone asked me, I'd go blank.  Ugh.  Performance anxiety.

So I made a running gift list.  Whenever I thought of a gift idea for myself or someone else in my family, I would write it down.  In one location, instead of on post-it notes and on the backs of receipts all over the house.

Now, whenever someone asked me for a gift suggestion, I was prepared.

My life was sooooo much easier (because, you know, the asking, it was constant.  No, not really). 

But there was still an itsy bitsy problem.  I didn't know which gift suggestions to suggest to which people.  It's a lot of pressure, deciding who should give me what.  And it doesn't feel right for me to be deciding that, anyway.  So I went high tech, and put our family's lists online (I use google sites--it's free and super easy).  Now when someone wants to give us a gift, all they have to do is navigate over to our family gift website and pick something.  They get good gift suggestions, and I get to be surprised.  Sort of.  Win.

Either way you go with this--pen and paper or electronic, it'll make your life easier.  Promise.

Worthy

Remember when I told you about a mass baptism I was witness to way back in 2011?  Well, recently I was visiting again with good friends, and we attended the same church again, and it happened to be baptism Sunday again.

Just like the first time, it was an incredibly inspiring thing to watch: filled with symbolism, a total body commitment to living as a Christ follower.  Tears were streaming down my cheeks as I cheered with these new sisters and brothers, and welcomed them into the family.

This time there was something a little different, though.  Those who were being baptized wore black shirts with white rectangles on the front.  In the white rectangle, each person wrote one word or a short phrase symbolizing what baptism means to them.  Lots of people wrote "forgiven" or "loved" or "blessed".  I saw a few "child of God," a "Victory!" and even a "Finally!" from an older man.  As each person appeared on the big screen for their dunk, I found myself straining to read those words.  I wanted to know what they were feeling in that moment.

I found myself thinking about what my word would be.

WORTHY

 

If you've been around for a while, you've probably noticed that I struggle with feeling like I'm not enough.  Not pretty enough, not outgoing enough, not motivated enough, not thin enough, not smart enough, not loving enough, not energetic enough, even, if you can believe it, not creative enough. 

WORTHY

 

I feel like, because I'm so not enough, I don't deserve good things--that I'm not worthy of esteem, not worthy of friendship, not worthy of admiration, not worthy of trust, not worthy of love.

WORTHY

But God.  Through baptism into the family of Christ, God has called me worthy.  Little old not-enough me.  And who am I to question the maker of all things?

WORTHY

What would your word or phrase be?

Why my son has masking tape on his birthday list

He makes things using tape.

 

Lots and lots of tape.

 

This is a battle carrier airplane. It carries matchbox cars in to battle.

 

In other news, I am running out of tape. 

 

Please help.

Tuesday's Tip: Make a Snack Station

Well, 2/3 of my kids are back to school today, and you know what that means: time to blog!  Oh, how I have missed you, my friends.  I promise I won't neglect you like that again.  Well, until next summer, anyway...

He's just thrilled to be starting 5th grade!

 

I don't know about you, but my kids are always hungry.  They need snacks.  Now.  And later.  At school.  Before and after sports. And you know, I have enough to think about without having to worry about what my kids are snacking on, so I came up with a simple solution.  I set up a snack box. 

This, my friends, is definitely a why did I not think of this before kind of thing.

To make your own, just find a box or basket and place in an accessible spot.  Then fill it with snacks that are acceptable for your kids.  Right now our snack bin contains:

1. various granola bars, including Quaker Real Medleys Peach Almond Multigrain Fruit & Nut Bars (these come in 3 varieties and look delish) and Quaker Chewy Granola Bars,
2.  small containers of gorp and Quaker Oatmeal Squares Cereal (cereal in small containers makes an excellent snack),
3. Peanut butter crackers,
4. boxes of raisins, and
5. as a special treat, Quaker Peanut Butter Oatmeal Cookies (don't those sound yummy?) 

 We have also, at various times, had containers of other dried fruits, nuts, goldfish crackers, teddy grahams, and small pretzels, as well as fruit snacks and bite-sized rice cakes.  Just use your imagination :)

Now, when my kids need a snack, they know exactly where to get one.  I control what goes in the box, so I know whatever they choose, it's something I'm OK with them eating.

Win.

Happy Snack Box-ing!

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Did you notice that my snack bin contents seem a little Quaker-centric right now?  That's because the nice folks over at BzzAgent sent us a variety of Quaker snack items to try.  Yum!  Love you, BzzAgent--thank you so much!

 I gotta tell you, I didn't think I would like the peanut butter oatmeal cookies, but they're so great.  Love 'em.  And I'll tell you why:

1. They're packaged individually.  Now normally, I would bemoan the unnecessary packaging, but these packs of 4 cookies are perfectly portioned.  I don't have to tell the kids how many cookies--the packaging does it for me!
2.  Each serving contains 10 grams of whole grains!  Ten! Do you know how many grams of whole grains you're supposed to be getting per day?  Twenty-five.  So one package of cookies provides 40% of your daily whole grain requirement.
3. With just 12 grams of sugar, these cookies contain less sugar than other cookies, and less than many supposedly healthy choices, like granola bars!
4. These cookies taste so good!  Love them!

A Few Punny Back to School Treats

Y'all know how much I love puns, so you knew I was gonna have to include some punny back to school treats for your kidlets in my back to school round-up, along with the sweet treats (click here for sweet treats, and here for apple treats).  With a few tweaks, these would work well as back-to-school gifts to give to your teacher or for a teacher to give to students, too.   Click on the links for free printables, or create your own.

Here they are, my friends...

You are one smart cookie, courtesy of The Crafting Chicks.

Good Luck Smartie Pants, courtesy of Bunches and Bits

Looking forward to a WHOPPER of a year, courtesy of Simply Sprout.

You are O'FISHally in Kindergarten (or any grade), courtesy of Simply Sprout.

Or "It's going to be a FINtastic year" would work with goldfish crackers or Swedish fish.

You're going to ROCK (any) grade, courtesy of Making Memories with your Kids.

 

Let's ROLL into school courtesy of The Taylor House.

 "Cereal-ously" I wish you a great school year, courtesy of Teach with Me.  Use full size or mini boxes of your kids' favorite cereals.

I hope you have a Bear-y special school year, courtesy of Teach with Me.  This would also work with teddy grahams, or even a small stuffed teddy bear, if you'd rather steer clear of sugary treats.

School Rules! Courtesy of Uncommon Designs Online.

Aim to be a cut above the rest, courtesy of Delightfully Noted.

 

And, of course, who can resist these wonderful puns, courtesy of...me!

"You've got the WRITE stuff," would also work with markers, pens, or pencils. 
Or for markers, you could say something like, "Mark my words: this school year is going to be great!"

 

 If you are a teacher giving a back-to-school gift to your students, I would suggest giving individual markers or pens :)
Happy, happy back-to-school treating :)