These are so yummy! Scroll down a few posts to see Brady eating them if you don't believe me!
I don't remember where I got this recipe--somewhere online, so my apologies for not properly crediting the cook from whose kitchen this originated.
1 c sifted flour (I don't sift--I'm lazy)
1 T sugar
2 t baking powder
1/2 t salt
1/2 t cinnamon (I recommend doubling; I actually use Pampered Chef's Cinnamon Plus.)
1 c milk
1/2 c canned pumpkin
2 beaten egg yolks
2 T melted butter
2 stiffly beaten egg whites
Sift (or vigorously whisk--an old baker's trick!) together dry ingredients. Combine with wet; fold in egg whites.
This makes 8 pancakes, so I have to double the recipe to feed all my kids. Two apiece just aren't enough.
If you don't have Pampered Chef's Cinnamon Plus, I'd use a pumpkin pie spice mix. Not too much, but with just cinnamon, the pancakes are kind of bland. Last year my mother-in-law bought us a dry mix that had finely chopped walnuts in it. Those panakes were incredible, so add walnuts to balance the carbs and add some protein!
We eat them plain (honestly!) or with butter and maple syrup.
My kids love pumpkin, and I'm not complaining. We've all heard about the benefits of eating pumpkin. As we enjoy other pumpkin recipes, I'll share them. But not my grandma's pumpkin pie. That's a guarded family secret!
Sunday, October 28, 2007
Saturday, October 27, 2007
Let's Give a Warm Welcome To...
...my mom & dad!
They joined the blog world this month. You can view their blog by clicking on their link to the right. This will be a great way to see how their ministry in the Czech Republic is growing.
They joined the blog world this month. You can view their blog by clicking on their link to the right. This will be a great way to see how their ministry in the Czech Republic is growing.
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like Autumn...Sort of
It's no secret that the fall season pretty much evades us down here. Don't get me wrong--the temperature does drop from the mid to high nineties to the mid to low seventies. And the air dries out. But we don't have much fall foliage to enjoy, and the nearest pumpkin patch is an hour away (and costs $8 per person to get in--and that doesn't include your pumpkin!).
So every year we attempt to recreate the magic of the season. We burn pumpkin spice and apple cinnamon candles. We let the kids pick out pumpkins from the store and color them with markers. (Sometimes we carve them, but that's a daddy thing, and since daddy's not here, well, we settled for markers this year.) We always have to make caramel apples, and the kids discovered pumpkin pancakes last year. So that's a new tradition that they'd enjoy every day if Mommy felt up to making pancakes every day.
Here are some pictures of the kids playing fall. So don't feel sorry for us--we're pretty creative people!
Syd stirred the melting caramels while Brady was afraid he was being left out.
Bryce poses with the finished product, mainly to make sure no one could steal his.
I really couldn't tell how Brady felt about his snack...
Syd enjoyed eating the results of her hard work.
Bryce snuck his apple into the toy room. He claims he ate all of it and threw the stick away. We'll see...
Bryan isn't about to share his caramel apple. Or mine. He licked all the caramel off my apple!
Bryce wants you to see his pumpkin. He's already dropped & cracked it, but he attempted to fix it with masking tape. Everyone's pumpkin is starting to rot--and we just bought them Sunday! It's a sad, sad situation.
Brady's working so hard to get that pumpkin pancake on his fork.
Success tastes good!
For Barry: Here's proof that I don't kill EVERY plant in my care! These are Syd's radish seeds, sprouting tap roots and root hairs. Today we'll transfer some of them to potting soil.
And my window sill is a radish nursery of sorts!
So every year we attempt to recreate the magic of the season. We burn pumpkin spice and apple cinnamon candles. We let the kids pick out pumpkins from the store and color them with markers. (Sometimes we carve them, but that's a daddy thing, and since daddy's not here, well, we settled for markers this year.) We always have to make caramel apples, and the kids discovered pumpkin pancakes last year. So that's a new tradition that they'd enjoy every day if Mommy felt up to making pancakes every day.
Here are some pictures of the kids playing fall. So don't feel sorry for us--we're pretty creative people!
Syd stirred the melting caramels while Brady was afraid he was being left out.
Bryce poses with the finished product, mainly to make sure no one could steal his.
I really couldn't tell how Brady felt about his snack...
Syd enjoyed eating the results of her hard work.
Bryce snuck his apple into the toy room. He claims he ate all of it and threw the stick away. We'll see...
Bryan isn't about to share his caramel apple. Or mine. He licked all the caramel off my apple!
Bryce wants you to see his pumpkin. He's already dropped & cracked it, but he attempted to fix it with masking tape. Everyone's pumpkin is starting to rot--and we just bought them Sunday! It's a sad, sad situation.
Brady's working so hard to get that pumpkin pancake on his fork.
Success tastes good!
For Barry: Here's proof that I don't kill EVERY plant in my care! These are Syd's radish seeds, sprouting tap roots and root hairs. Today we'll transfer some of them to potting soil.
And my window sill is a radish nursery of sorts!
Friday, October 19, 2007
October 15, Part 1
As promised, here are more photos of our last day with Barry before he deployed. Along with finishing yard work, removing A/Cs from windows, and eating his favorite foods, Barry helped the kids complete a few projects. Brady & Bryan made plaster handprints (it took both of us to accomplish that!), then the kids made posters with their handprints next to Daddy's. If they feel like they need to hold his hand over this next year, they'll be able to. Sort of. We're mailing one to him so he can hold theirs. :)
Barry has updated his website (see his link to the right). He'll post thoughts & pictures from Korea for your reading and viewing pleasure.
Thanks again for your support, prayers, and encouragement!
"Dad, I need a haircut! " So Barry played barber Monday afternoon. How could he resist? It was Bryce's final request.
Bryce poses with Daddy after the haircut.
Brady's enjoying the paint on his hands a little too much!
Sydney's adding her handprint to the posterboards.
MWR had bandanas for the kids to color while waiting for the soldiers to arrive at the gym.
Brady loves the view from Daddy's shoulders!
Barry has updated his website (see his link to the right). He'll post thoughts & pictures from Korea for your reading and viewing pleasure.
Thanks again for your support, prayers, and encouragement!
"Dad, I need a haircut! " So Barry played barber Monday afternoon. How could he resist? It was Bryce's final request.
Bryce poses with Daddy after the haircut.
Brady's enjoying the paint on his hands a little too much!
Sydney's adding her handprint to the posterboards.
MWR had bandanas for the kids to color while waiting for the soldiers to arrive at the gym.
Brady loves the view from Daddy's shoulders!
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
My Dream House
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Tuesday, October 16, 2007
October 15, Part 2
This post is entitled "Part 2" because Blogger's not cooperating right now. This is one of the last photos we took yesterday. It's from our family time at Stout Gym at the very unfamily hour of 11 p.m. I'll post the other pictures we took (October 15, Part 1) later when the website's more cooperative!
This is probably the best group picture we've gotten in a long time! But then, these kids love their daddy!
This is probably the best group picture we've gotten in a long time! But then, these kids love their daddy!
Sunday, October 14, 2007
Finally: An Update
The last couple of months have been hectic for us. Barry was working 18-hr days, so when his leave started, we took full advantage of it. We spent 3 days in Ruidoso & Lincoln County, NM. We'd planned to spend a few extra nights camping, but Brady decided to catch croup. During our mini vacation, we visited Cloudcroft (in the Lincoln National Forest), San Patricio (where NC Wyeth's daughter & son-in-law Henriette & Paul Hurd lived--we saw several $100,000 paintings--without a chaperone!), Three Rivers Petroglyphs Site, Smokey the Bear's museum, and Lincoln County (Billy the Kid's territory).
When we arrived back to El Paso, we took the kids to the Amigo Airsho on Biggs Field. We spent the rest of his leave doing things together, simple things like eating at McD's and going to the park. We also marked this time by saying farewell to Nigel, our faithful yet moody English shepherd. (Sam's enjoying being in charge, by the way.)
My sister and brother-in-law flew out to visit last weekend, and we went to White Sands to sled down the sand dunes. Sydney wanted to have a birthday party before Barry left, so Erin & Dax helped us with the early celebration. Sydney received 2 pretty bracelets from Aunt Erin and a High School Musical game from us (yes, everyone had to play!). Brady's early gift was a TMX Elmo from Nana & Papaw. I think the adults liked watching Elmo's acrobatics as much as Brady did.
Then Barry gave each child an early Christmas gift. They love what he chose!
So we've tried to make the most of our time. Barry leaves tomorrow (Monday) for a year. I'll spend the next six months planning his mid-tour leave. And chances are, this blog will be updated more often since hopefully he'll logon to catch up with what his kids are doing!
What did Daddy buy Bryce? A skateboard!
Sydney said her Giga Pet was the best gift ever. :)
Bryan & Brady received remote-controlled Caterpillar vehicles.
Barry wasn't sure Brady would be able to figure his out, but he shouldn't have worried.
We visited the birthplace and gravesite of Smokey the Bear. Syd's upset because we wouldn't buy her a stuffed Smokey. :(
Bryan's our airplane boy, but this was Brady's expression the entire time we were at the Airsho.
We visited the Three Rivers Petroglyphs site. Funny that the NM Bureau of Land Management thinks these carvings are only a few hundred years old.
And here we are at the petroglyphs.
When we arrived back to El Paso, we took the kids to the Amigo Airsho on Biggs Field. We spent the rest of his leave doing things together, simple things like eating at McD's and going to the park. We also marked this time by saying farewell to Nigel, our faithful yet moody English shepherd. (Sam's enjoying being in charge, by the way.)
My sister and brother-in-law flew out to visit last weekend, and we went to White Sands to sled down the sand dunes. Sydney wanted to have a birthday party before Barry left, so Erin & Dax helped us with the early celebration. Sydney received 2 pretty bracelets from Aunt Erin and a High School Musical game from us (yes, everyone had to play!). Brady's early gift was a TMX Elmo from Nana & Papaw. I think the adults liked watching Elmo's acrobatics as much as Brady did.
Then Barry gave each child an early Christmas gift. They love what he chose!
So we've tried to make the most of our time. Barry leaves tomorrow (Monday) for a year. I'll spend the next six months planning his mid-tour leave. And chances are, this blog will be updated more often since hopefully he'll logon to catch up with what his kids are doing!
What did Daddy buy Bryce? A skateboard!
Sydney said her Giga Pet was the best gift ever. :)
Bryan & Brady received remote-controlled Caterpillar vehicles.
Barry wasn't sure Brady would be able to figure his out, but he shouldn't have worried.
We visited the birthplace and gravesite of Smokey the Bear. Syd's upset because we wouldn't buy her a stuffed Smokey. :(
Bryan's our airplane boy, but this was Brady's expression the entire time we were at the Airsho.
We visited the Three Rivers Petroglyphs site. Funny that the NM Bureau of Land Management thinks these carvings are only a few hundred years old.
And here we are at the petroglyphs.
Wednesday, September 05, 2007
Applying Metaphor
One of Syd's 'to-do' items in grammar this year is mastering the metaphor. Specifically, she's been working on similes. (For those of you who don't remember, a simile is a metaphor that uses 'like' or 'as.') She's been, well, uncreative in her attempts at writing similes. I've run out of ideas, teaching methods, examples.
And then came yesterday.
We were walking through Wal-Mart because, to be honest, I was bored. Barry's been working 18-hour days, and yesteday he didn't come home at all. I desperately needed to get out! So we found our way to Wal-Mart.
While searching for sympathy and birthday cards, Syd blurted out, "Mom, Jesus is like my white blood cells."
I'm sure you can imagine my facial expression. I stopped the cart, and tilted my head to one side. "What?"
"You know, white blood cells."
"Yes, Syd. I know what white blood cells are."
By this time, she's exasperated. "You told me my mosquito bites got swollen because my white blood cells were fighting the germs."
"OK..."
"Mom! Jesus fights the bad stuff in me, too--just like the white blood cells!"
So there you have it. Jesus is like the body's immune system.
And don't get me wrong: I'm thankful she understands that Jesus saves us from ourselves. But I'm equally as impressed that she remembered what white blood cells do. Only the overactive mind of an eight year old could connect the two. Using simile, nonetheless.
Now, how can we connect Jesus to math?
And then came yesterday.
We were walking through Wal-Mart because, to be honest, I was bored. Barry's been working 18-hour days, and yesteday he didn't come home at all. I desperately needed to get out! So we found our way to Wal-Mart.
While searching for sympathy and birthday cards, Syd blurted out, "Mom, Jesus is like my white blood cells."
I'm sure you can imagine my facial expression. I stopped the cart, and tilted my head to one side. "What?"
"You know, white blood cells."
"Yes, Syd. I know what white blood cells are."
By this time, she's exasperated. "You told me my mosquito bites got swollen because my white blood cells were fighting the germs."
"OK..."
"Mom! Jesus fights the bad stuff in me, too--just like the white blood cells!"
So there you have it. Jesus is like the body's immune system.
And don't get me wrong: I'm thankful she understands that Jesus saves us from ourselves. But I'm equally as impressed that she remembered what white blood cells do. Only the overactive mind of an eight year old could connect the two. Using simile, nonetheless.
Now, how can we connect Jesus to math?
Friday, August 17, 2007
God's Little Smiles
I don't have any scriptures to back this up. No deep thoughts. At least nothing that's not already been said. Blooming where you're planted is so cliche. But if I must, then this is the flower I want to be. When all seems dead and bleak, these gorgeous yellow blossoms dot the sand promising hope. And rewarding all for suriving the storms.
Mexican poppies cover the landscape, climbing the mountains and blanketing the desert after the rainy season. God's little smiles.
So if I have to be a desert flower, this is what I'd like to be.
[Disclaimer: I did not take this picture. I stole it from Webshots--I googled "Mexican poppies" and this shot of the poppies on the Franklin Mountains came up. By the way, we live under the Franklins. Thanks, Mr. (or Ms.) Poppy-Photo-Taker. If I remember to take my camera to Barry's motor pool, I'll take a picture of my own to post.]
Friday, July 27, 2007
Birthday Boys!
We celebrated two birthdays this month! Bryce turned 5 on the 17th, and Bryan turned 3 on the 24th. We're still amazed by how quickly the kids are growing up. Bryan says new words every day--a huge blessing since he didn't even try to speak for so long. Of course now he just tells everyone like it is. :)
For Bryce's birthday, we had homemade waffles and syrup for breakfast. Later, Barry took him go-carting and picked up Bryce's supper pick, pizza, of course. He wanted Thomas birthday cake, so I used the train cake pan to make an engine and two coaches. Bryce closely supervised the coloring of the icing. "Perfect!" he exclaimed when I finally got it right. He said he had a great birthday. We had fun, too, making the day special for him.
On Bryan's birthday, we visited the fire station a few blocks from our house. I'd called ahead to make arrangements and to let them know it was his birthday. Bryan's hero is Fireman Sam, so we thought a visit to some real firemen would be appropriate. After our visit, we went to McDonald's so the kids could run and slide, then back home for cake and presents. Bryan had a good day, and everyone enjoyed the fire staton trip.
Here are the boys' days in pictures. I'm also including a few non-birthday photos because, well, my kids are cute and do the funniest things. :)
Brady and Sam are buddies. Actually, Sam is friends with anyone who has food. Brady decided Sam needed to be fork-fed the rest of my tuna salad. And Sam loved the attention.
So the kids aren't allowed to eat strawberries anywhere in the house except the table, right? Well, Bryan, in his little defiant attitude, decided that wasn't OK. He stole the whole quart of strawberries out of the fridge and invited Brady to join him outside. I found them sitting under the tree eating "bawberries." We now have a chain lock on the top of the back door, and I'm trying to find a fridge lock that Bryan can't figure out. But at least he chose a healthy item to swipe, even if I didn't get my strawberry shortcake.
From Bryce's birthday:
Finally! The much-coveted collapsing Sodor suspension bridge! Bryce had been begging for this for over a year. He was so excited to finally have it!
Bryce had to set up his new destinations immediately. Toby's windmill (from Nana & Papaw) and the collapsing Sodor suspension bridge were first. He added the new oil depot and barrel loader later (from GranMary & Papa Rod). And his new trains, Ben & Bill and the fog cars, enjoyed the improved track design.
Even clothes are a great gift when they're Thomas-inspired! Thanks, GranMary & Papa Rod!
Bryce loved his Thomas cake!
From Bryan's birthday:
Brady followed the other kids into the cab, circus peanut in hand.
At first, Bryan didn't want to get in the truck or look at the helmets. But once he got in and tried on a helmet, we couldn't get him out. He played with the visor and situated the heavy headgear so it sat comfortably. It took us a good 10 minutes to get him out! He even tried to buckle himself in!
Bryan wanted to touch everything. The chief commented that if the equipment hadn't been bolted down, Bryan would've pulled it out. Amazing how he knew our kids so well. :) Later he told us that Bryan reminded him of his son, now grown and following in his dad's footsteps. He'd just joined the department. Bryan could choose a worse vocation. :)
"Look, Mama! A hose!" Bryan pulled and pulled but couldn't get the hose to budge. Eventually he gave up.
The chief on duty gave each of the kids a plastic fireman hat with their name on it.
All the kids loved the fire station. Sydney made the firemen open all the storage doors, and she pointed out what things were. "That's the jaws of life, just like Fireman Sam has! That's...." Bryce, though, was more of a critic. He looked at the engine and said, "Are you sure you shined this? It's not shiny enough." Poor firemen! One said, "Well, we shine the engine every morning. It's evening now." The other said, "Ah, a critic." Our Thomas knowledge is showing itself in new ways every day. Brady climbed in the truck (or tried to) and found everything fascinating. Of course anything with buttons and lights is cool to him. We were, for the record, invited to come back any time we wanted. Bryan said all night, "I don' wan' 'o go home. I wan' go 'ire 'tashun!" We think he would've moved in had he been invited.
Bryan loves his Fireman Sam doll! Thanks, Nana & Papaw! (They had a friend pick up the gifts in the UK.) He loves the book, Fireman Sam to the Rescue, too. In the book, Bella, the Italian restraunt owner, says, "Mama mia!" Bryan says that now, too, when he gets frustrated. I wish I could record it for you to hear.
Fireman Sam toys and Jay Jay buildings were Bryan's dream presents. GrandMary & Papa Rod ordered the Fireman Sam toys from the UK. He plays with them all day long. Every day. And no one else is allowed to play with Fireman Sam and his truck (named Jupiter)--they have to play with Nurse Flood and the ambulance. Tom and the helicopter and Penny, Fireman Sam's firefighter friend, are off limits, too. We'll be ordering more toys from that UK site for Christmas since Fireman Sam isn't the 'thing' in the US. He also liked getting the Big Hanger for Jay Jay's big plane friends. Jay Jay's control tower talks. Bryan kept turning the crank, saying, "Benda Boo!" I think Brenda Blue is his first crush. Hannah Montana is his second, but that's another post.
Bryan loved how his fire truck birthday cake looked. But he's not much of a cake eater--more of a cake admirer. The other kids ate some for him, though.
For Bryce's birthday, we had homemade waffles and syrup for breakfast. Later, Barry took him go-carting and picked up Bryce's supper pick, pizza, of course. He wanted Thomas birthday cake, so I used the train cake pan to make an engine and two coaches. Bryce closely supervised the coloring of the icing. "Perfect!" he exclaimed when I finally got it right. He said he had a great birthday. We had fun, too, making the day special for him.
On Bryan's birthday, we visited the fire station a few blocks from our house. I'd called ahead to make arrangements and to let them know it was his birthday. Bryan's hero is Fireman Sam, so we thought a visit to some real firemen would be appropriate. After our visit, we went to McDonald's so the kids could run and slide, then back home for cake and presents. Bryan had a good day, and everyone enjoyed the fire staton trip.
Here are the boys' days in pictures. I'm also including a few non-birthday photos because, well, my kids are cute and do the funniest things. :)
Brady and Sam are buddies. Actually, Sam is friends with anyone who has food. Brady decided Sam needed to be fork-fed the rest of my tuna salad. And Sam loved the attention.
So the kids aren't allowed to eat strawberries anywhere in the house except the table, right? Well, Bryan, in his little defiant attitude, decided that wasn't OK. He stole the whole quart of strawberries out of the fridge and invited Brady to join him outside. I found them sitting under the tree eating "bawberries." We now have a chain lock on the top of the back door, and I'm trying to find a fridge lock that Bryan can't figure out. But at least he chose a healthy item to swipe, even if I didn't get my strawberry shortcake.
From Bryce's birthday:
Finally! The much-coveted collapsing Sodor suspension bridge! Bryce had been begging for this for over a year. He was so excited to finally have it!
Bryce had to set up his new destinations immediately. Toby's windmill (from Nana & Papaw) and the collapsing Sodor suspension bridge were first. He added the new oil depot and barrel loader later (from GranMary & Papa Rod). And his new trains, Ben & Bill and the fog cars, enjoyed the improved track design.
Even clothes are a great gift when they're Thomas-inspired! Thanks, GranMary & Papa Rod!
Bryce loved his Thomas cake!
From Bryan's birthday:
Brady followed the other kids into the cab, circus peanut in hand.
At first, Bryan didn't want to get in the truck or look at the helmets. But once he got in and tried on a helmet, we couldn't get him out. He played with the visor and situated the heavy headgear so it sat comfortably. It took us a good 10 minutes to get him out! He even tried to buckle himself in!
Bryan wanted to touch everything. The chief commented that if the equipment hadn't been bolted down, Bryan would've pulled it out. Amazing how he knew our kids so well. :) Later he told us that Bryan reminded him of his son, now grown and following in his dad's footsteps. He'd just joined the department. Bryan could choose a worse vocation. :)
"Look, Mama! A hose!" Bryan pulled and pulled but couldn't get the hose to budge. Eventually he gave up.
The chief on duty gave each of the kids a plastic fireman hat with their name on it.
All the kids loved the fire station. Sydney made the firemen open all the storage doors, and she pointed out what things were. "That's the jaws of life, just like Fireman Sam has! That's...." Bryce, though, was more of a critic. He looked at the engine and said, "Are you sure you shined this? It's not shiny enough." Poor firemen! One said, "Well, we shine the engine every morning. It's evening now." The other said, "Ah, a critic." Our Thomas knowledge is showing itself in new ways every day. Brady climbed in the truck (or tried to) and found everything fascinating. Of course anything with buttons and lights is cool to him. We were, for the record, invited to come back any time we wanted. Bryan said all night, "I don' wan' 'o go home. I wan' go 'ire 'tashun!" We think he would've moved in had he been invited.
Bryan loves his Fireman Sam doll! Thanks, Nana & Papaw! (They had a friend pick up the gifts in the UK.) He loves the book, Fireman Sam to the Rescue, too. In the book, Bella, the Italian restraunt owner, says, "Mama mia!" Bryan says that now, too, when he gets frustrated. I wish I could record it for you to hear.
Fireman Sam toys and Jay Jay buildings were Bryan's dream presents. GrandMary & Papa Rod ordered the Fireman Sam toys from the UK. He plays with them all day long. Every day. And no one else is allowed to play with Fireman Sam and his truck (named Jupiter)--they have to play with Nurse Flood and the ambulance. Tom and the helicopter and Penny, Fireman Sam's firefighter friend, are off limits, too. We'll be ordering more toys from that UK site for Christmas since Fireman Sam isn't the 'thing' in the US. He also liked getting the Big Hanger for Jay Jay's big plane friends. Jay Jay's control tower talks. Bryan kept turning the crank, saying, "Benda Boo!" I think Brenda Blue is his first crush. Hannah Montana is his second, but that's another post.
Bryan loved how his fire truck birthday cake looked. But he's not much of a cake eater--more of a cake admirer. The other kids ate some for him, though.
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
Ah, espresso!
| You Are an Espresso |
 At your best, you are: straight shooting, ambitious, and energetic At your worst, you are: anxious and high strung You drink coffee when: anytime you're not sleeping Your caffeine addiction level: high |
Monday, July 09, 2007
I hate moving
What a lot for a military wife.
We've been at this duty station for 6 years next week. Six long years. Not bad. Just long. And we're now settling into our third house. Each house has been an upgrade, from two bedrooms, to three, and now to 4 (with a shade tree and rock wall fence!). I'm grateful for the housing, but moving can be quite messy.
Today we (and by 'we,' I mean 'I') cleared our old quarters. Although we paid for a cleaning team to come in and ready the house for military-standard inspection, we had many things to clean ourselves. Try doing that with 4 kids undoing everything you've just done. Quite a challenge. Add to that a staff duty assignment (24-hr duty), which means we lost 2 days of cleaning time. Then Barry flew out to Buffalo to spend time with his brother who is on R&R (2-week vacation from Iraq). What do you get? Frustration. Exhaustion. And a mental breakdown.
[In Barry's defense, our inspection was supposed to be last Friday. And he'd rescheduled the inspection because of the aforementioned mental breakdown. (Mine.) He wasn't planning to leave me alone to clear quarters.]
A friend of mine going through the same thing, Kari D., prayed for me last night. Not that I wasn't praying myself. I definitely related to Paul when in 2 Corinthians 12, he talks about pleading with God to remove a thorn from his life. Well, I knew this thorn couldn't be extracted. I'd have to go through it, like Paul did, whatever his affliction may have been. But I doubt it was clearing military housing.
The inspection terrified me. One of the cleaning points I knew I'd failed involved removing marks from the walls. Ten Mr. Clean Magic Erasers hadn't been able to dissolve the colored wax my art-loving children had imposed on them. I'd tried to cover up the crayon marks using other means, but the touch-up paint given to me by the leasing office was the wrong color. The walls looked like a graffiti job gone bad. I was so obsessed with making it right that I'd spent $20 on two different cans of paint--neither of which matched even though I'd taken paint samples from the walls and had the colors professionally mixed. (Side note: Coloring on the walls is now an offense of the highest order resulting in swift discipline and harsh consequences. Already I'm hearing cries of, "Where are my crayons?")
Had we done enough? What stupid blemish would we be charged for? Would the inspector be nice or mean? We've been through this before and failed miserably. That resulted in fees taken from Barry's pay.
When the kids and I arrived at the old house, a paint van was parked in the driveway. The paint contractor was entering the living room. "I've already started patching holes," he told me.
He hadn't stolen my Windex, so I didn't care.
I walked through the house to make sure we hadn't missed anything and noticed all my sweeping and mopping had been undone. In fact, you couldn't tell I'd done anything. But the contractor did pull the stove out, under which I found beloved Dale Jr. and Lightning McQueen cars.
The dirt pit (a.k.a. yard) wasn't up to standards. The dogs had run a ditch along the fence line essentially building a tiny mountain at the edge of the yard. My weedeater broke yesterday, so the weeds weren't completely cut, either. I decided I wouldn't touch it unless the inspector threatened to add charges to our $200 cleaning bill.
The inspector knocked on the door.
After I greeted her, I said, "I'm very frustrated."
"Really? Why?"
Then I relayed the fact that the painters had already been in the quarters and that the touch-up paint provided to me was beige--the walls are definitely eggshell/soft/antique white. Or maybe a soft yellow.
"Don't worry about the walls. And since the painters have already been in the quarters, I can't hold you responsible for anything. Just sign here."
Wow. I turned over the keys and met her back at the leasing office to complete our BAH recon (basic allowance for housing refund, basically).
So our prayers were answered. Kari had specifically prayed something would happen to make this task easy for me. And I'd prayed that God would calm my detail-obsessed mind and show me how to rest. I've been shown yet again that God's grace is sufficient. And that He can use disobedient paint contractors to ease the pain of military families attempting to clear quarters.
Our next projected move is in 2 years--to a different duty station. I think we'll let the Army hire movers to pack & drive our household goods. We'll definitely hire a cleaning team. And I'll finish the organization and storage systems I started constructing last summer. Regardless, it'll be a challenge.
Relocating is exciting. New homes can be wonderful upgrades.
But I'll never love moving.
We've been at this duty station for 6 years next week. Six long years. Not bad. Just long. And we're now settling into our third house. Each house has been an upgrade, from two bedrooms, to three, and now to 4 (with a shade tree and rock wall fence!). I'm grateful for the housing, but moving can be quite messy.
Today we (and by 'we,' I mean 'I') cleared our old quarters. Although we paid for a cleaning team to come in and ready the house for military-standard inspection, we had many things to clean ourselves. Try doing that with 4 kids undoing everything you've just done. Quite a challenge. Add to that a staff duty assignment (24-hr duty), which means we lost 2 days of cleaning time. Then Barry flew out to Buffalo to spend time with his brother who is on R&R (2-week vacation from Iraq). What do you get? Frustration. Exhaustion. And a mental breakdown.
[In Barry's defense, our inspection was supposed to be last Friday. And he'd rescheduled the inspection because of the aforementioned mental breakdown. (Mine.) He wasn't planning to leave me alone to clear quarters.]
A friend of mine going through the same thing, Kari D., prayed for me last night. Not that I wasn't praying myself. I definitely related to Paul when in 2 Corinthians 12, he talks about pleading with God to remove a thorn from his life. Well, I knew this thorn couldn't be extracted. I'd have to go through it, like Paul did, whatever his affliction may have been. But I doubt it was clearing military housing.
The inspection terrified me. One of the cleaning points I knew I'd failed involved removing marks from the walls. Ten Mr. Clean Magic Erasers hadn't been able to dissolve the colored wax my art-loving children had imposed on them. I'd tried to cover up the crayon marks using other means, but the touch-up paint given to me by the leasing office was the wrong color. The walls looked like a graffiti job gone bad. I was so obsessed with making it right that I'd spent $20 on two different cans of paint--neither of which matched even though I'd taken paint samples from the walls and had the colors professionally mixed. (Side note: Coloring on the walls is now an offense of the highest order resulting in swift discipline and harsh consequences. Already I'm hearing cries of, "Where are my crayons?")
Had we done enough? What stupid blemish would we be charged for? Would the inspector be nice or mean? We've been through this before and failed miserably. That resulted in fees taken from Barry's pay.
When the kids and I arrived at the old house, a paint van was parked in the driveway. The paint contractor was entering the living room. "I've already started patching holes," he told me.
He hadn't stolen my Windex, so I didn't care.
I walked through the house to make sure we hadn't missed anything and noticed all my sweeping and mopping had been undone. In fact, you couldn't tell I'd done anything. But the contractor did pull the stove out, under which I found beloved Dale Jr. and Lightning McQueen cars.
The dirt pit (a.k.a. yard) wasn't up to standards. The dogs had run a ditch along the fence line essentially building a tiny mountain at the edge of the yard. My weedeater broke yesterday, so the weeds weren't completely cut, either. I decided I wouldn't touch it unless the inspector threatened to add charges to our $200 cleaning bill.
The inspector knocked on the door.
After I greeted her, I said, "I'm very frustrated."
"Really? Why?"
Then I relayed the fact that the painters had already been in the quarters and that the touch-up paint provided to me was beige--the walls are definitely eggshell/soft/antique white. Or maybe a soft yellow.
"Don't worry about the walls. And since the painters have already been in the quarters, I can't hold you responsible for anything. Just sign here."
Wow. I turned over the keys and met her back at the leasing office to complete our BAH recon (basic allowance for housing refund, basically).
So our prayers were answered. Kari had specifically prayed something would happen to make this task easy for me. And I'd prayed that God would calm my detail-obsessed mind and show me how to rest. I've been shown yet again that God's grace is sufficient. And that He can use disobedient paint contractors to ease the pain of military families attempting to clear quarters.
Our next projected move is in 2 years--to a different duty station. I think we'll let the Army hire movers to pack & drive our household goods. We'll definitely hire a cleaning team. And I'll finish the organization and storage systems I started constructing last summer. Regardless, it'll be a challenge.
Relocating is exciting. New homes can be wonderful upgrades.
But I'll never love moving.
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
From Amy's Bookshelf
OK, this is really Bryce & Bryan's bookshelf. I guess Bryan thought the view of the tv set from his top bunk unfavorable.
Believe it or not: Brady initiated this wrestling match.
Bryce finds it really, really hard to let Brady drive Bryan's Go, Diego, Go! bike all by himself.
Believe it or not: Brady initiated this wrestling match.
Bryce finds it really, really hard to let Brady drive Bryan's Go, Diego, Go! bike all by himself.
Sunday, June 10, 2007
Psalm 91
"He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High will rest in the shadow of the Almighty. I will say of the Lord, He is my refuge and my fortress, my God, in whom I trust." Psalm 91:1-2
Every so often my brother-in-law Bryan sends thoughts from Iraq. Today I received his latest, a flashback. He shared a humorous story from a fishing trip he and Barry took with their dad and "uncle" Jim. His mind wandered through past experiences to summon positive feelings and thoughts. And perhaps to live in a less sandy and less dangerous time and place for a whlie. Memories are powerful. This one provided comfort for a weary soldier.
I've heard the story before; I've witnessed the bantering between Rod & Jim firsthand. Barry and Bryan are no different when they feed off each other. Hysterical! But reading this familiar tale, I didn't laugh. Instead, I fought a huge lump in my throat.
Bryan's fine; Barry's fine. But so many soldiers, sailors, Marines, and airmen have given up luxuries like fishing trips and watching their kids grow up. And Barry and Bryan are among them.
Psalm 91 is the Soldier's Psalm. If you're not familiar with it, read it, pray it. Claim it for yourself, then pray it again for all the men and women who are voluntarily protecting you. Specifically, pray for Bryan and his soldiers as they serve in Iraq. Bryan's R&R is coming soon; pray that he and Mo will enjoy their time together with Maddy and baby Luke. And remember Barry as he makes crucial career decisions in the next few months and as he prepares himself and his soldiers for their upcoming year in Korea.
We do not live in fear, but sometimes life is overwhelming. Barry and Bryan (probably Papa Rod and Uncle Jim, too) will share many adventures with all the kids. And they will be blessed with funny memories to recall when circumstances are less than ideal. More importantly, though, they'll know their dad and uncle believed and trusted God's promises.
As always, thank you for your love and support.
***Our Bible study is collecting toiletries for wounded soldiers sent to our Army hospital. Most are without any of their personal belongings for 24-48 hours after arriving. They need toothbrushes, toothpaste, shampoo, soap, lotion, shaving cream, and razors. If you feel led to help provide some of these necessities, please email me. If you don't have my email address, leave a note under comments.
Every so often my brother-in-law Bryan sends thoughts from Iraq. Today I received his latest, a flashback. He shared a humorous story from a fishing trip he and Barry took with their dad and "uncle" Jim. His mind wandered through past experiences to summon positive feelings and thoughts. And perhaps to live in a less sandy and less dangerous time and place for a whlie. Memories are powerful. This one provided comfort for a weary soldier.
I've heard the story before; I've witnessed the bantering between Rod & Jim firsthand. Barry and Bryan are no different when they feed off each other. Hysterical! But reading this familiar tale, I didn't laugh. Instead, I fought a huge lump in my throat.
Bryan's fine; Barry's fine. But so many soldiers, sailors, Marines, and airmen have given up luxuries like fishing trips and watching their kids grow up. And Barry and Bryan are among them.
Psalm 91 is the Soldier's Psalm. If you're not familiar with it, read it, pray it. Claim it for yourself, then pray it again for all the men and women who are voluntarily protecting you. Specifically, pray for Bryan and his soldiers as they serve in Iraq. Bryan's R&R is coming soon; pray that he and Mo will enjoy their time together with Maddy and baby Luke. And remember Barry as he makes crucial career decisions in the next few months and as he prepares himself and his soldiers for their upcoming year in Korea.
We do not live in fear, but sometimes life is overwhelming. Barry and Bryan (probably Papa Rod and Uncle Jim, too) will share many adventures with all the kids. And they will be blessed with funny memories to recall when circumstances are less than ideal. More importantly, though, they'll know their dad and uncle believed and trusted God's promises.
As always, thank you for your love and support.
***Our Bible study is collecting toiletries for wounded soldiers sent to our Army hospital. Most are without any of their personal belongings for 24-48 hours after arriving. They need toothbrushes, toothpaste, shampoo, soap, lotion, shaving cream, and razors. If you feel led to help provide some of these necessities, please email me. If you don't have my email address, leave a note under comments.
Saturday, June 02, 2007
Miscellaneous
We've hit the high to mid-90s here. I'm quite thankful for my refrigerated air! We have to keep it at 70 to maintain comfort. The kids are enjoying their new pool, smartly situated on the front porch in the shade. A particular neighborhood cat is enjoying it, too. We caught him fleeing our porch one afternoon. Cat hair in the water proved he'd been there. Then yesterday, we saw the same cat down the street, little ears & eyes peeking out over the edge of someone else's pool. Since when do cats like water?
The only cute story I have to share involves Brady. Last night I made a late run to Wal-Mart, and Brady insisted he go with me. The city's baseball stadium is a block away from Wal-Mart. When we got out of the van, Brady, very clearly, said, "Ah! Look!" and pointed to the sky. Cohen Stadium sponsored an end-of-game fireworks show for the fans. He was fascinated by the colors and loud booms. As we walked into the store, he kept throwing himself backwards to see more fireworks. Maybe we'll attend the 4th of July show at Cohen this year--just for him.
"'Ahtch this, Mama! 'Ahtch this!"
"Ta-daaah!"
I can't take credit for this cake. I baked it, made the icing, and did the lettering. Barry did the cool part. I did find the Luke Skywalker toys, though. And thanks to Kari for the Star Wars name link; Oleba Joroc (aka Olen, my friend Rebecca's son) has a true Star Warsian cake.
This is Brady's dishwashing effort. Of course he's only interested in the icing.
Finger-lickin' good!
The only cute story I have to share involves Brady. Last night I made a late run to Wal-Mart, and Brady insisted he go with me. The city's baseball stadium is a block away from Wal-Mart. When we got out of the van, Brady, very clearly, said, "Ah! Look!" and pointed to the sky. Cohen Stadium sponsored an end-of-game fireworks show for the fans. He was fascinated by the colors and loud booms. As we walked into the store, he kept throwing himself backwards to see more fireworks. Maybe we'll attend the 4th of July show at Cohen this year--just for him.
"'Ahtch this, Mama! 'Ahtch this!"
"Ta-daaah!"
I can't take credit for this cake. I baked it, made the icing, and did the lettering. Barry did the cool part. I did find the Luke Skywalker toys, though. And thanks to Kari for the Star Wars name link; Oleba Joroc (aka Olen, my friend Rebecca's son) has a true Star Warsian cake.
This is Brady's dishwashing effort. Of course he's only interested in the icing.
Finger-lickin' good!
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