You get something like this, courtesy of my sister-in-law. Heh heh.
I didn’t share this particular photo on my photography website, but it’s one of my favorites from a wedding I shot in May of this year. I am happy to enter it in this week’s I Heart Faces contest. These were the fun, just-finished-the-ceremony shots, and you can see the joy on their faces!
Pop on over there to be inspired!
What do you do? My mom has been visiting this week, spoiling us with dinner out, fresh-baked cookies (even though she can’t eat them!), and shopping. We took Anja to the zoo this morning, and then she was off to visit her brother.
Then I took a nap. 🙂
It makes me sad, but I’m so tired these days that any amount of morning activity sets me up well for an hour of dozing in the afternoon. I don’t remember ever being this tired when I carried Anja! Also, I’m up 4 or 5 times a night (piddling), and I think I was only up 1-2 times a night with her. Crazy.
I figure if I get pregnant again and this keeps progressing, next time around I might as well just sleep all day and wear Depends!
Well, my baby is up from her nap earlier than planned, so I’m off again. Hope you all enjoy your weekends–it’s hot outside!
I hope none of you clicked on that title expecting a very spiritual or philosophical post, because it’s not. Just some more funnies I want to record…
My mom is visiting this week. She watched Anja on Monday while we were at work. At one point, she heard Anja saying, “Where is God? Where is God?” and wandering around the house looking. Finally, spotting her Bible, she said happily, “There He is!”
We may have to have a talk about our Bible becoming an idol earlier than I thought… 🙂
Mom took us all out to eat tonight at Wildfire Restaurant (Yummy food, great service…I had the Chopped Salad and part of a walleye sandwich, Husband had some really good braised short ribs, and Mom got a burger with a gluten-free bun; all were delicious!). After the meal we were waiting for the bill and Anja started to get restless, so Husband took her outside. As soon as they walked outside, Anja declared, “It’s nice out!”
Lastly, a question. Why is it that pooping is a recreational sport for men? Most women I know go into a bathroom, do their duty, wash up and are done. Men, on the other hand, will go into a bathroom, 6 days’ worth of reading material in hand, and exit in a cloud of steam 45 minutes later looking very pleased with themself. What is up with that?
- How to golf.
- To mix my peanut butter and honey together on my toast so the honey wouldn’t drip off the edge.
- How to ride a bike.
- To apologize to my brother even when I didn’t want to.
- How to play basketball.
- The patience it takes to build something.
- How to catch and throw a baseball.
- To have a listening ear and a kind word for everyone.
- How to bat that same baseball (though I started with a whiffle ball). 🙂
- To strive for fair play and teamwork.
- How to be a gracious loser.
- To always do my best.
- To not be afraid to show emotion.
- How to drive a four-wheeler, a snowmobile and a motorcycle.
- How to love unconditionally.
- That loving Jesus is a journey.
Father’s Day is a hard day for me.
I have vivid memories of my dad cheering (and coaching) from the sidelines of my sporting events, misting up at my piano recitals, and telling me how proud he was after every report card. I am sad that my children won’t get to experience that same support that I know he would have shown them.
Miss you and love you, Daddy.
I made this recipe for supper tonight. It was yummy! Just one small change–I substituted albacore tuna for the anchovy fillets, because Husband is allergic to most fish, but not tuna. Even if you think it sounds a little strange, I encourage you to try it! You might be surprised.
Beck asked for a summer playlist today, so I thought I would post one here. I am an oldies’ freak, so almost all of them probably appeal to the 50-and-older crowd more than our generation. But they scream summer to me!
The Beach Boys
Creedence Clearwater Revival
“Shambala” by Three Dog Night
“In the Summertime” by Mungo Jerry
“Sunshine on My Shoulders” by John Denver
“Dizzy” by Tommy Roe
“Sugar, Sugar” by The Archies
“Beach Baby” by The First Class
How about you? Any summer favorites?
Translation: “I’m dangerous!”
That’s what Anja said to me after lunch today. Little weirdo.
Anyway, I am recording what I made for my own keeping (because it was yummy!), but feel free to copy and/or experiment and share your results.
Italian Couscous with Chickpeas
Combine 1 can drained and rinsed chickpeas (garbanzo beans), 1 cup water, 1/2 cup sun-dried tomatoes, 1 tsp. olive oil, 1/2 tsp. sea salt, and 1/4 tsp. ground black pepper in a saucepan. Bring to a boil. Stir in 1/2 c. couscous (we use whole wheat with flax), cover, and let sit for 5 minutes.
In the meantime, chop up 1/2 a green pepper and 1/2 an avocado. After the 5 minutes, fluff the couscous mixture with a fork. Stir in 2 T. to 1/4 c. Creamy Italian (we used Paul Newman’s, and I’m sure normal Italian dressing would be fine, too) dressing. Put into serving bowls, and sprinkle avocado and green pepper on each serving. We also topped ours with about a teaspoon of sour cream, then stirred it in. Even that small amount adds a surprising amount of flavor. Enjoy!
But for real, do men want things that make them have to do work for Father’s Day? Everywhere I look, there are grilling sets and tools and lawnmowers ($$!). What says “I love you” more than a lawnmower? “Now get to work, Daddy!”
Or…there are polos and ties and madras plaid bermudas. Anja’s daddy also doesn’t care for clothes.
I remember giving my dad golf balls almost every year. He loved golfing, so it made sense. Golfing wasn’t a chore for him. There was the occasional tie or stupid mug (he didn’t even drink coffee), and always a handmade card, but never work-related items. Is it just me, or wouldn’t that be the equivalent of a mommy getting a set of frying pans or a new blender? “Now get cooking, Mom!”
Thankfully, I already know what I’m getting him this year (though he regularly reads my blog so I won’t post it here until after Father’s Day), but what about next year? A video game? Pint glasses? Or do I succumb to the pressure and buy him a drill?
How about your husbands? Like I said, maybe my husband is just weird in not wanting all the items mentioned in the sale ads.