Showing posts with label Country Livin. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Country Livin. Show all posts

Tuesday, October 25, 2016

Getting Back to Dinner


There once was a time when I had dinner mapped out weekly, the meals were delicious and healthy, the grocery list was well thought out and double checked and  we weren't going to the grocery store 3 times a week.  Then.... BABY.  Since Townes was born dinner has been sort of a shit storm most weeks. There were a few unusual weeks tossed in the past 6 months that I had it together but very very few and I've been ok with it until NOW. Having a new baby is hard.  It takes any routine you had and tosses it out the window, drags it down the road, puts it on a plane and sends it to a small far away country that you didn't even know existed and if you're lucky it comes back to visit every once in a while but mostly you create all new routines.  It takes time. So, I wasn't too hard on us for having the same 4 meals on rotation (for 6 months) or for having to hit up the grocery store 3 times a week.  We were in the trenches; trying to create this new life and new routine.

Well....it's time! It's time to get it together. I'm tired of spending extra money on groceries because we can't get a list together and I'm tired of eating some form of coconut sweet potatoes and black beans, butternut squash, kale and goat cheese and pizza.  All of those are delicious but we've exhausted them.

So here we go. I adore fall and all fall foods. It's my favorite, so what better time to start?

This weeks menu:

Carrot Tahini Soup
Easy Vegan Ramen  (i'll let you know how 'easy' it is)
Spicy Peanut Sweet Potato Soba Noodles
Lentil Walnut Tacos with Smokey Cashew Sauce
Carrot and Broccoli Salad with Miso Ginger Sauce 
Lars' Favorite Spaghetti and Neatballs (I don't make this vegan, but loosely follow this recipe.  I use Parmesan and sometimes an eggs in the mix)

I'm also hoping to whip up these bad boys: Pumpkin Ginger Bread Muffins and some more of these Peanut Butter Munchy Bars which I actually made into balls instead of bars.  Lars LOVES them and they are great for sticking in his lunch.

That's a wrap.  Hopefully this post will keep me honest and I'll have some pictures of wonderful dinners!

Thursday, April 9, 2015

The Ipad has left the building





It’s been a couple of months now since our Ipad went to the Ipad doctor and we found out that it would not be coming back home.  Well, that’s what we told Lars at least. 

Oh the power of the Ipad…

In the past Lars had limited time on it.  I’d set a timer and tell him that when the timer went off so did the Ipad.  I’ll be the first to admit that at times it was a true convenience.   I could set the timer for 15 or 20 minutes and get done what would normally take me millions of hours.  I could prep dinner, put some laundry on, pick up, change sheets and maybe even clean a toilet or 2.  (I never knew how quickly I could get house chores done until I became a mother and until I compared myself to my wonderful and loving yet not so swift husband).  Twenty minutes of free time was golden and having it a couple times a day….hell, I’d have the whole house clean.  But, Bob and I both saw what was happening…the Ipad was becoming way to powerful for our liking. 

The timer was no longer working.  It didn’t matter if the timer went off because when I would walk over to turn the Ipad off and put it away all hell would break loose.  Lars began asking for it constantly and expecting it if I was doing chores or showering.  We tried lessening time on it but it wasn’t really making a difference.  We still got the same reaction when we would take it away. 

So one morning while leaving for work I made sure Lars saw me with the Ipad and I told him that it had broken and I was taking it to the Ipad doctor.  Days went by of him asking and asking and I would tell him that it wasn’t fixed just yet.  After a couple of weeks the asking subsided and I broke the news to him that the Ipad wasn’t able to be fixed.  I expected terror but instead he was just curious about what had happened to it.

Fast forward 2 months later and I can’t remember the last time Lars asked about the Ipad.  I think the last I heard of it was when he was telling someone that it went to the Ipad doctor and wasn’t coming back.

Honestly, I’m so happy we decided to nip that in the bud.  It just wasn’t worth it.  It wasn’t worth the battle or the tears or the frustration.  None of it was worth it. We live on 5 acres.  We have plenty of ‘stuff’ to do and Lars’ imagination is his main entertainment so it just didn’t make sense to have the Ipad and all the trouble that came with it in our lives.  We also erased all games and any kid apps from our phones because it was just too tempting. 


I don’t really think Lars misses the Ipad, although I’m sure if he was somewhere and there was an Ipad he would light up and cut someone just to use it, but I’m not out to shut him off from technology completely, I just want him to really enjoy and be present during this whimsical time of life.  And 20 minutes here and there on the Ipad are 20 minutes here and there that he could be playing outside, making a trashcan a cave or drawing and those are the things that are so precious.   







Monday, March 2, 2015

Cabin Fever


Just when we thought it wasn't going to be too cold this winter (at least for Texas) Mother Nature reminded us that the weather here is without a doubt batshit crazy.  Two weeks ago we were eating outside at a restaurant and it was hot…like 80 degrees.  Lars had on shorts and I wished I hadn't worn jeans.   Well, the past week and a half has been the complete opposite.  It’s been cold, rainy, icy, cloudy and windy with one day in the mix that was 75 and humid because ya know…it’s Texas.

Yes, I’m aware that other parts of the country probably would think it feels like summer down here and would be more than happy to trade places with someplace that doesn't have 100 feet of snow, but again…we live in Texas and when it’s cold and icy for more than a day we get stir crazy.
Lars has woken up every morning asking if the sun is out and if it’s warm.  He’s chomping at the bit to spend his days outside like usual.  We can bundle up and spend maybe 45 mins outside here and there before the wind becomes too much or it starts raining.

We've had to get really creative to keep all of us from going completely stir crazy. Over the weekend we pulled off all the couch cushions and laid them on the living room floor, covered them with a blanket and poured all of Lars’ stuffed animals around them and pretended to be on a boat or a safari or in the tractor on a farm.  We baked and cooked.  We made popsicles.  We wore out our excitement with play dough, colors, markers and glitter (bob bought glitter and I served him with divorce papers….not really but it was close.  I despise glitter).  Lars even found some paper lanterns from Ikea that use to hang in nursery and he thought they were the coolest for the 30 minutes they lasted before he destroyed them.  We organized his books and purged some of his toys.  I even purged my closet.  We were getting desperate.  I think even the cats were going a little nuts. They have a little doggy door that allows them go outside whenever but the whole thing was covered in ice all weekend.

We ventured out yesterday to pick up some indoor activities (being that the rest of the week is a total cluster of more clouds and rain and cold) that included a wooden animal paint set, balloons, play dough tools, coloring books, bubbles (because we wanted to see if they would freeze outside….they didn’t), cut out animals and food…lots of food.  We emptied out beer boxes and made animals caves out of them, we had dance offs and made up songs.  We filled the master tub up as high as it would go with bubbles and jumped in.  All of this was fun, but it just doesn't compare to playing outside. 


We don’t mind the cold but we want a little sunshine please.  

morning snuggles may be my favorite part of the day

making granola bars

he asked if it was warm out and when i said no he laid on the floor and siged.  a bit dramatic? yes, but i feel his pain. 

the magical paper lanterns and a beer box = fun for at least 30 minutes

these two make my heart swoon.  they walk alike, talk a like, look alike

all his stuffed animals on the boat

paper lantern fun

never in my life did i imagine i would love so much and find such joy.  true happiness is looking into those sweet big blue eyes. 

We are dreaming of these days

painting rocks and flower pots

looks like i interrupted some boy talk but they sure are adorable!

hiking on the property

walking through the creek hunting for dinosaurs. 


FOOD

corn and black bean fritters with cilantro lime yogurt sauce and sweet potato fries

homemade roasted butternut squash and kale pizza with goat cheese


smoothie bowl with chia and hemp seeds, honey and bananas. 

our homemade granola bars

vegetable soup.  no recipe needed, just empty out the fridge. 

hummus...can never have enough hummus






Wednesday, January 28, 2015

They thought he was a she



Twice this past weekend Lars was referred to as ‘she’ or ‘her’.   That’s the first time in a long time (like tiny baby long time) that that’s happened.  It didn’t bother me, I attempted to drop the hint in conversation and say something like, ”Hey, Buddy/Bubba” or “he’s so silly” and leave it at that. 
To me and Bob it seemed crazy because he obviously looks like a little boy but maybe that’s just because we know him so well.

Lars, while at times is 500% boy, tearing stuff up, wrestling, funny fart/poop jokes, burping, wanting to pee on everything, and getting incredibly dirty has some  (what society may consider) girly interests.

First, he likes the color pink.  He likes it because it’s a pretty color and he hasn’t yet conformed to the idea that it’s a girly color.  It’s only a girly color because we’ve made it a girly color.  All Lars knows is that he likes it.  Second, he loves arts and crafts…loves them.  I can buy Lars glitter, paper and glue on sequins, and he's happy as a lark.   *side-note…I think glitter was created by the devil and I despise it. 

He will often ask me to be a ballerina with him in the living room. I (as a former wannabe ballerina) am constantly dancing around the house.  I’ll chasse and twirl around the kitchen and do pirouettes in the living room.  Lars sees me and for him it’s pure fun.  Twirling around with our hands in the air till we’re dizzy and leaping across the living room is a favorite pastime.

Lars also refuses to wear jeans or any pants that aren’t exactly like pajama bottoms and I’m not going to fight him or force him to wear something he doesn’t want to and also I don't blame him.  It’s not a battle I’m willing to fight.  I don’t care what he wears.  As long as he’s dressed appropriately for the weather and activity, I don’t care. So,  I buy him leggings.  Sometimes I will splurge and get him some super cute ones on Etsy and other times I buy them in the girls section at Target or the thrift store. They are cheap, they pass for pajamas and I personally think he looks adorable in them.  It’s a win-win situation.



Same goes with is hair; I’m not going to fight it.   The last time Lars got a haircut he actually asked me to get one...out of nowhere.   His hair now is getting long and I’ve asked him several times if he wants to get a haircut and make it short.  He says nope, he wants it long.  So he gets to keep it long.

Maybe it was the combination of the leggings and having a hood on so his hair looked longer, that he passed for a girl, but Lars didn't care and after thinking about it, neither did we.    

We, as parents of this awesome 2.5 year old obviously make a lot of decisions for him and there are definitely battles I will 'fight' such as what he eats, how he treats other people, what toys he can have.  We understand he’s 2 and he’s not fully capable to make all decisions, but I feel like when it comes to things like clothes, hair and what color he wants for his sippy cups or paint he should get to make those decisions.

We were pretending to drive to Africa

eating the cedar berries off the trees. 

it's days like this that I can't imagine not living in the country



nature walking

hill country morning's never disappoint

Wednesday, January 21, 2015

I cry in the car...

I have a fairly long commute to and from work...about 45 mins each way.  Some days it zooms by, I enjoy the scenery and my music and I'm there before I know it. Other days I dread the long drive, hate having to usually pee about 10 mins from my destination and getting stuck behind a construction truck that moves at the speed of a slow turtle.  Basically, some days I enjoy the quiet time and some days I don't.

I usually fill my time with loud singing and the occasional phone call (hands free of course when I make it to ATX) but sometimes my thoughts start to roam and I get deep.  And in the passed few weeks I've cried.  Why, you ask.  Because............... I simply cannot believe my baby boy is going to be turning 3 this year.  I know...I know. It's cliche and sappy and it's only January but y'all I have no control over it.

I had no issues with the second birthday or EVEN the first, but this turning three thing is for the birds.  What is it about turning three that has me all in a sappy mommy mess?  I don't know.....

Lars has grown up so much in the passed year and I think it just really hit me...hard. While I know he is still so little and a mere 3 years on the planet is nothing, he's definitely made some leaps and bounds.

He's potty trained, which shockingly went much smoother than I had ever thought possible. He doesn't want a booster seat at a restaurant anymore.  He tells me all the time that he can do it by himself...'i got it, mama'.  He has full blown conversations with me about his day.  He knows where stuff is when I can't find it...shoes, clothes, stuffed animals, his toothbrush.  He's just growing up and it's hard.  As joyous and most of the time hysterical to see him interact with the world, it's also tough.



oh man...these 2.  i just can't get enough. 

Saturday morning chocolate chip waffles


eating icicles off the trees

I'm not sure who loves Bob's new (old) Ford truck more...

y'all remember the human seat belt, right? To clarify we were just driving around the property. 

putting on the new plates...and eating the icicles off the front. 



boy loves icicles.

I hope whenever we decide to sale this house that the person who buys it likes chalk art bc
I'm not so sure that chalk is coming off.  Our house is like a giant chalk board for Lars and I love it. 


my precious Maw Maw who passed away in March made these beautiful beaded and embroidered pieces.  For as long as I can remember they have been hanging in their house and for as long as I can remember I have loved them.  Now, I feel ever so lucky to have them hanging in my house. I was not planning on hanging one in Lars' room, but when I took them out of the paper he begged for this one in his room.  He told me it was a mommy peacock and a baby peacock.  I,of course didn't break the news that I think it's a mommy and daddy peacock.  So we rearranged his collage wall for the addition.  He loves it and I think it's perfect.  It's just so special. 

The other hangs in my living room and adds a nice element of fancy to the place.  My maw maw, while a bit of a tomboy loved fancy :) 







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