Springtime in Paris

It’s springtime in Paris which can only mean one thing…The French Open at Rolland Garros! Ah, la terre battu…what I wouldn’t give to get my white socks dirty on that red clay and munch on a baguette!!! You think they need me to come out there and offer my money saving tips in French? A girl can dream…

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The Hurried Path

I just had the priviledge of editing the June Newsletter for Intentional Moms and the last paragraph was so practical and poignant that I wanted to share it with you:

Wisdom says we prepare for tomorrow. Scripture says to pay attention to today since it is all we have been given and granted. We can actually do both, but we must not let the pace of anticipation for tomorrow interfere with the goodness of today. What path are you pursuing? Make sure it is not the Hurried Path. (by Catherine Hickem)

This is so true and totally hit me where I’m at today (and so many days). If you want to read more, go to www.IntentionalMoms.org and sign up for our monthly newsletter. I promise you will be blessed!

These are a few of my favorite things…

*Peanut Butter & Jelly on fresh bread (and on rice cakes too!)
*Finding my favorite movie on tv, even though I own it and have seen it a million times (especially if it involves Meg Ryan or Reese Witherspoon)
*Hearing my kids belly laugh
*Winning a trip to Disney World for my whole family! (it hasn’t happened yet, but it would be one of my favorite things if it did!)
*Falling asleep on my husband
*Hanging out with my girlfriends (again, a rarity, especially now that I’m states away, but wonderful nonetheless)
*Getting to speak French (and eating crepes, baguettes, cheese and the like…)
*a day with no phone calls
*A sunny, 50 degree day
*God’s love
*The color PURPLE (literally…not the movie)
*Musical Theater, especially old school like Seven Brides for Seven Brothers

and that’s just off the top of my head….I’ll have to ponder it more later! Thanks for listening – it’s always better to choose joy than the alternative.

Cone Chili Recipe

CONE CHILI
I make a few variations of this, but this version is by far the easiest! Yummy and fast – plenty to freeze for later too!
1 lb ground beef (or you can substitute chicken)
1/2 onion, finely chopped
2-3 cloves garlic, finely chopped
combination of chili powder, garlic salt, sea salt, black pepper, cumin, red pepper flakes
1 can (14.5oz) Diced Tomatoes
1 can (14.5oz) Diced Tomatoes with peppers and onions
1 can (15oz) Dark Red Kidney Beans, drained
1 can (15oz) Chili beans in sauce 
Dash of Hot Sauce (we like Texas Pete)
 
1. Brown ground beef over medium heat and drain off excess fat
2. Push beef to one side of pain and add chopped onions and garlic. Sweat until translucent (about 5 minutes). Once they’ve softened, stir into beef.
3. Create combination of spices as listed above in a ramekin, adjusting to your taste. Then add directly to ground beef and let cook for another 2 minutes.
4. Add tomatoes and simmer for 10 minutes. Taste and adjust seasonings accordingly.
5. Add both cans of beans and hot sauce, cover and simmer on low as long as you can (you can also eat after about 10 more minutes).
6. Garnish with shredded cheddar cheese, onions, or sour cream.

Running of the chips…

I was just pouring chocolate chips into a measuring cup while making my Flourless Peanut Butter Chocolate Chip cookies. Obviously the sound tantalized my four year old, who promptly scampered into the kitchen.

I have never heard or seen a child move so fast.

Is that bad that she can recognize the sound of chocolate chips falling against plastic but can’t remember to make her bed every morning? I think I’ll let it slide.

Mommy…according to Britton

At church on Saturday night, they decided to ask the 3 year old’s to describe their mom’s in honor of Mother’s Day. Here’s what Britton gave to me when I picked him up…scarily accurate, from the mouth of my baby boy!

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No tag at the Y

First of all, I need to say again how much I appreciate having YMCA’s close by – I love having a neighborhood outlet where I can exercise, have someone watch my kids and meet new friends.

When you drop off your kids, they give you a brightly colored tag with a number to clip on your clothes. While the tag can get in my way while working out, I wear it with pride knowing that I’m a mom (and hoping that people will recognize it was kids that did this to my body, not my own neglect!!!)

However, this morning my husband was off, so I got to go to the Y by myself early while he stayed home with sleeping little ones. While I was initially delighted, I felt slightly confused when I looked at myself in the mirror, preparing for my morning hip-hop class, without any brightly colored tag staring back at me. Isn’t it funny how we let the little things define us?