Calm Waters??

Jeff and and I were having a conversation the other night about a problem I was having with a company trying to get what I needed from them. I had resolved that it was just not going to work and had sent them a kind "thanks anyway" reply.

Jeff was irritated with me and said, "You have to push them harder to get what you need. "

I responded with, "But I don't want to upset them. I think it is better not to rough up the waters."

And then his very gentle response...


"The only thing you get with calm waters is a bunch of fungus growing on it!"

Now there are some wise words to live by.

Something to think about....

If you have a few moments,, check out this link and ask yourself...Are we doing our kids a favor??


What do you think?

Zucchini Frittata

I am posting this recipe and hope that it is okay since I included where I found it. I added fresh basil, a LOT more garlic and doubled everything else to make a big enough dish for my family. I used the shaved Parmesan cheese while made for a stronger flavor. My kids gobbled this up - a great way to use all that zucchini...

Zucchini Frittata

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By Molly Watson, About.com Guide

Zucchini Frittata

Photo © Molly Watson

This simple combination of summer squash, onion, garlic, cheese, and eggs makes a quick and satisfying brunch, lunch, or casual dinner. Yellow summer squash works just fine in place of zucchini, although the yellow color blends in with the egg and makes a less stunning frittata.

Prep Time: 10 minutes

Cook Time: 20 minutes

Total Time: 30 minutes

Ingredients:

• 4 eggs
• 2 Tbsp. cream or milk
• 2 Tbsp. olive oil, divided
• 1 small onion, finely chopped
• 1/2 tsp. salt
• 1 clove garlic, minced
• 3 small zucchini or summer squash, trimmed, halved lengthwise, and thinly sliced
• 1/3 cup parmesan or other hard, grating cheese
• 2 Tbsp. minced parsley, basil, or thyme (optional)
• 1/4 tsp. freshly ground black pepper

Preparation:

1. In a large bowl, whisk eggs and cream or milk until whites are thoroughly broken up and the whisk lifted out of the bowl drips egg with no globs clinging to it.
2. In a large frying pan, heat 1 Tbsp. of olive oil over medium-high heat. Add onion and salt. Cook, stirring frequently, until starting to brown, about 5 minutes. Add garlic and cook until fragrant, about 1 minute. Add zucchini or summer squash and cook, stirring, until wilted, about 5 minutes.
3. Stir cheese, herbs, and pepper into the eggs. Stir in vegetable mixture.
4. Return pan to stove. Add remaining 1 Tbsp. oil and let sit until hot. Pour in egg-vegetable mixture. Reduce heat to medium-low. Cook until lightly browned on bottom, about 5 minutes.
5. Heat broiler, arranging a rack 6 to8 inches below the heating element.
6. Put frittata under broiler and cook, watching constantly, until frittata is set and top is browned, 2 to 3 minutes.
7. Run a silicone spatula around the edges, gradually working under the frittata until the entire thing is loose from the pan. Slide onto a serving plate and serve immediately.

Makes 4 to 6 servings.

12 years ago...

12 years ago, I looked at this little bundle laying in the hammock in our back yard and although I felt much delight and joy, I more felt an overwhelming wonder of how I was ever going to care for this precious life. I had never done this before and felt unsure of my every move.

And despite the joy holding him for that first time, I had no idea the happiness and laughter and overwhelming love he would bring to my heart.


A lot has happened n 12 years...


He has swam in the Indian ocean...


...watched his grandma eat sushi in Singapore (Jeff tricked her into thinking it was some sweet dessert rather than raw fish).



He has "touched" the top of the Taj Mahal



He had his first broken bone and surgery in India...(and hopefully his last)


He is a spitting image of his dad when it comes to likes and personality.



He is a best friend....


...A lover of music...



A good big brother....


...And in a blink of an eye....

....a 12 year old!!

Happy birthday, Cameron! (two days late).

I cannot tell you how blessed we are to have you in our family and I pray that in God's grace, you will love Him with all your heart, soul, and mind and walk with Him all the days of your life! I truly anticipate having a blast with you this next year!

Therapy

I have had the opportunity to work in a couple of gardens this summer. Now for some, that may not seem like a great opportunity or privilege, but for me, it has been such a treat. There are three things that I have discovered over the years that decompress me:

Fishing
Working puzzles
Gardening

When I am doing menial work or mindless activity such as these, I relax, I contemplate, I reflect, I pray...all those good things that I imagine wise people are suppose to do. And I return to the activity of life refreshed and prepared to go again...I know that there are mom's that just go, go go (yes, Peg, you are one of the girls I am talking to) and I do think it is important for us each to find at least one thing that is therapeutic and take initiative to allow ourselves to indulge in that therapy on a regular basis.

While I was pulling weeds at my dads this morning, I was thinking of my mom and how bad of a gardener she was. She managed to kill every house plant we ever owned and we never had a garden, save a couple of sad little tomato plants and some rhubarb. The only time she had a green thumb was when she would stick it in her watercolors by accident.

But this time of year, mom LOVED tomato sandwiches - with big ripe tomatoes from the garden (our neighbor's garden, of course). I remember summer afternoons sitting with her at the kitchen table eating a tomato sandwich, slathered with mayonnaise, juice dripping down our arms and mom just oohing and ahhing about how good it was. Even when she got sick, tomato sandwiches always sounded good to her.

So...

I am thankful for the gardens I get to work in, I am thankful for the produce that I get to collect, I am thankful for the the quiet therapy of pulling weeds and I am very thankful for the tomatoes sandwiches I will soon get to eat and I will gladly (and tearfully) think of my mom!

Ah the memories....of being a bad mom

Sometimes I have to laugh at myself as to what a bad mother I can be. Perhaps because if I don't laugh, I will cry.

I was recounting an incident with a friend this week of when I was running with Conner this winter into a building through the bitter cold wind. It was the kind of wind that you put your head down and just hope you make it to the door before your ears freeze. I remember Jeff holding the door open for us and I was just pumping my legs trying to get there. I ran through the door with all my might and somehow managed to forget that I was holding Conner's hand. So...I went through the door and Conner went smack into the wall next to the door. I felt so bad BUT I started laughing. The whole picture was so ridiculously funny, but it was my child that I just smacked into the wall! He was fine and thought it was a little funny himself (although he was NOT laughing like I was).

The other thing that I have been reminded of this week is that my children so love to be with me. Perhaps not me per se, but their mom. I find it is easy for me to put them in activities or send them off to do something so that I can get things done. But this week I played tennis with them - they would have played for hours with me. I played in the pool instead of sitting along the edge making phone calls or talking to other moms (at least part of the time) - I had four children hanging on me. We rode bikes, ate ice cream, went to a car show, played games...we had a ball together!

Why is it so easy for me to forget that they love just being with me? (except when I run them into walls.) And as it turns out...I LOVE being with them!



I included this picture as it was a reminder to self that as I am thinking of how I can improve as a mother, I must teach them some better manners AND at the same time, it is good just to have fun with them.

Licensed to Drive

I had to go to the Peoria Driver's License facility yesterday to get the address changed on my driver's license.

As I sat there for over 45 minutes just to change the address, I realized I this was one of the dumbest things I had done...well...I was going to say this week, but I will change it to; this is one of the dumbest things I had done all day because we are looking at houses, so I imagine will be back in that silly facility sitting again and paying another 5 dollars shorty. (note the really long run-on sentence.)

I would have gotten up and walked out but I was imagining that lady behind the counter calling my number again and again and me not showing up and I just could not do it. I know....unhealthy behavior....

There was a man ahead of me trying to renew his license. He was hooked up to oxygen and could barely walk up to the counter. Once he got up there, he was leaning with all of his weight on the counter so as to hold him up.

Here was the conversation:

Do you have any disabilities that would prevent you from being a safe driver?

Huh?

Do you have any disabilities that would prevent you from being a safe driver?

uh, no.

Can you look in the machine and read the letters in the fourth row?

huh?

Can you look in the machine and read the letters in the fourth row?

Where?

The fourth row.

Which letters? I don't see the letters?

Can you read the letters in the third row?

S... T... R....

There are some more.

Huh?

Can you read the rest of the letters?

Which ones?

In the third row.

S....T....R....

Okay, lets go on...do you see the lights at your temples?

Huh?

Do you see lights that appear at your temples?

Where?

Near your ears?

uh, lights?

And on and on it went....

Now I have nothing against the elderly...I feel like one myself on most days. But I must admit I now feel a little more uneasy as I venture out on the roads. And I hope I never come bumper to bumper with this sweet little man.

Hey, you home owners!

So we went house hunting today.

We looked at 5 houses today and I have decided I really don't want to grow up and be responsible for a house. To me, it more than just being responsible for keeping up a piece of property or making a house payment. In a strange new way, buying a house seems to challenge my desire to define who I am.

I have looked at houses and thought - well, if I were really humble and didn't care about my temporary life on earth, I would be satisfied with this house and just learn to live with the imperfections and potential problems it may have. After all this world is not my home and I am not to build up treasures for myself here.

Then the practical side of me thinks, I need a house that functions well, will have a good resale value and require little up-care and concern. That way I am making good use of my time and not whittling it (and our money) away on silly busy work projects at home. I can host easily without much worry or hassle - after all what a great way to use my home? I need a nice place in order to do all of this.

The mother inside of me says, I want my kids to live knowing a little need. I want them to have to share a tiny bathroom and not be spoiled by the luxuries of easy living. I want them to be able to live in tight spaces so that they learn tolerance and patience, etc...I don't necessarily want then to have the "easy life"....I want to be able to say "Deal with it!" just one more time.

And the material part of me says, But I just LOVE that kitchen and MUST have it!! (this motive is of course a little more obvious)

So any of you who have been out there and have gone through this, I would so much appreciate your input!! We are prayerfully considering all these options (and more that are out there) and want to approach all of this with wisdom and discernment and I have decided it isn't a bad thing to hear your thoughts, comments, concerns as we consider.

Thanks for your input!

The Fourth!

Today we celebrate 4th of July. We will have all the family here and we will eat hotdogs and brats, chips and strawberries and ice cream. We will then go see the fireworks and our children play with sparklers. And before those fireworks go off, we will all stand and sing the national anthem that will be played on a loud speaker and women will put their hand over their hearts and men will take off their hats.


As I look back at the years we were in India, I have vivid memories of us desperately trying to make the 4th of July special. Having this holiday in India made us feel very alone - almost more than Christmas. Some years we would load up and drive to Delhi so that we could go to the American embassy club and eat Oscar Meyer hotdogs and drink Dr. Pepper and play baseball (you know they only play cricket in India). Another year, we drove at the last minute an hour away to eat Pizza Hut pizza (with a spicy Indian flare, of course). One year we bought some water buffalo meat and rigged up a grill and made buffalo burgers. They smelled fantastic and looked gorgeous, but sadly (and I mean really, really sad) we were not able to bite into them or chew them as there was so much gristle.n- at least we think it was gristle.

There was something about being in a foreign country on the 4th of July. None of our friends from other countries could understand while we were so patriotic as Americans and I had a very difficult time explaining it. It just seemed to be in our blood. We were told that there are very few countries in the world that have the patriotism we do and as they shared this, they were not saying it with admiration. They really thought we were quite strange.

Perhaps it is just an excuse for us to be able to sit around with friends and family and pull out the grill. However I believe that it is much more than that. This country was built on conviction- that we should have the freedom to live and worship our Lord as we desire. It was built on sacrifice and dedication and respect for our fellow man and it continues to send out young men and woman who serve under the same dedication. This is not something we necessarily think about or preach everyday, but these facts are indeed deep inside each one of us.


Obviously this country has innumerable problems, but for today I will eat a hotdog and potato salad and I will swat mosquitoes while we wait for the fireworks. I will treasure watching my children play with their cousins and take notice of all the families coming together and I will put my hand on my heart and sing out loud to the American anthem because I can truly say today, I am proud to be an American.