April 11, 2014

French Bread Friday

We officially have a new family tradition.

David came home from work one evening and I had nothing prepared for dinner. This actually happens about 50% of the time, but I usually have a plan or, at the very least, ingredients that can be thrown together at the last minute. This time, though, I had nothing. It was Friday, I was maxed out, and if I had to make dinner, we were all having cereal.

Normally we'd go to Cafe Rio or something, but a giant meal didn't sound good to me at all. "All I want to do is eat bread and cheese," I whined.

"Okay," David gamely replied. "Let's go get some bread and cheese."

So we did.

We packed up the girls and drove to Sprouts because they have THE BEST French bread. They also have this little cheese remnants basket filled with smallish bits of fancy cheeses. I love to try new cheese but don't want to commit to a larger chunk (What if it costs me my firstborn but tastes like feet? That's a very real possibility with cheese, you know.) so this system is perfect for me. We chose a couple samples, snagged some produce, and checked out.

It was the best dinner ever. That night as we feasted I decided it needed to be a weekly tradition.

Now every Friday afternoon, the girls and I go to Sprouts for French bread (or a baguette, or both) and cheese. Once we picked up a tub of hummus. Another night we grabbed some turkey from the deli.

Sometimes we get some fresh fruits or vegetables; sometimes we just eat what's already in our fridge. Thus far we've had bell peppers, cucumbers, blackberries, blueberries, strawberries, grapes, artichokes, and sugar snap peas.

We've eaten some delicious smoked Gouda, Edam, Camembert, and an unbelievably smooth triple cream Brie. Mmmmmmmm.

French bread Friday, y'all. It's totally a thing. It's easy, it's cheap, and it feels super fancy. Do it. You will not be sad you did.

April 8, 2014

AZ Blogger Meetup: A Midsummer Night's Dream

This recap is long overdue. (I blame pink eye. And bronchitis. And potty training. And vacation planning. And general day-to-day crazy that frequently keeps me from blogging as often as I want to.) It's been like three weeks since the event and already I'm missing all my bloggy friends, both new and old. I can't wait until we can party it up again.

The evening was perfect. We ate delicious cake (see if you can spot this one that I brought!) and drank flavored water from mason jars. With paper straws. Of course.

There was a photo booth.

Things got a sassy pretty quickly. (Check the signage...that was Lydia's handiwork.)

Alicia || Me || Camille

And everyone showed off their flower crowns and bling. Or, in Chrissy's case, lack thereof. (Ahem, Mr. B: if you like it, etc. etc.)

Deidre || Camille || Cathy || Kymber || Megan || Tausha || Chrissy

Lovely as all the decor and food and activities were, this party was really about the people. They are gloriously weird and creative and inspiring and hilarious and smart and beautiful and kind and I want to keep every single one of them.

Chrissy || Siri || Allie || Hope || Karly || Ali || Jacquie || Kymber

I feel so lucky to be part of this community.

Deidre || Hillary || Saundra || Megan || Kayla

Because good heavens, we have a good time!

Big thanks to Nothing Bundt Cakes for their generous and delicious donations to our party!

Extra big thanks to the hostesses with the mostesses for putting together such a fun evening!

Chrissy || Kayla || Meghan || Camille

The biggest of thanks to David for making me a killer flower crown then happily sending me off sans babies for a much-needed night out. Cake is good, and friends are better, but that husband of mine is my favorite of them all.

April 7, 2014

Mila Monday

Amelia: 149 weeks

She strongly protested having her picture taken this morning. It's not the worst timing in the world, given that she has a goose egg on her noggin from slipping on the wet concrete of our patio and creepy eyeballs from screaming at me so hard she burst a blood vessel in one of them.

She's so clever and funny and I love her so much it makes my heart hurt, but boy howdy are she and I having a hard time lately. Here's hoping things improve soon.

Margot: 51 weeks

She turns into more and more of a little person every day. She likes new foods and tries new tricks and shows new little pieces of her personality and it's so fun to watch.

Thus far it seems when one girl is struggling, the other is pretty low maintenance. Margot is helping me hang onto my sanity right now, and how grateful I am for that.

April 1, 2014

A new day, a fresh start

Yesterday I was feeling discouraged. I wrote down all my discouragement with every intention of posting it today. My words were full of self-pity and indignation because, dangit, I wanted people to know that I was hurting.

This morning I deleted that post.

Not that it changes how I felt yesterday. Honestly, I'm still feeling a little discouraged. I've been trying really hard in a lot of aspects of my life, but it seems most of my efforts are either unnoticed or ineffective. It's frustrating. I'm tired.

Last night as I lay in bed listening to David snore, I remembered a discussion I had with my young women at church last week. While talking about ways to better endure our trials, I had suggested they ask themselves a few things:
  • What can I learn from this experience?
  • How might this experience help others?
  • How can I change my circumstances?
  • What blessings can I see in my life?
  • How can I let God help me through this?

I'm still working out most of the answers. (Although I can definitely say I've learned that pink eye does not go away as quickly as I had initially believed. David has it now. Yay.) In fact, I'll probably be pondering this for a while yet. I am slow to learn, impatient for change, and unwilling to ask for help.


This morning I can see so many blessings. Our upcoming Midwest adventure is shaping up nicely. I didn't kill anyone yesterday, thanks to good music, good medication, and an impulse buy from J Crew. We have clean towels in the bathroom and clean sheets on all the beds. There's still a piece of double chocolate banana bread on the counter waiting for me, and at least I don't have pink eye. Despite my mistakes and neglect and ignorance, things are blooming and growing and surprising me daily.

Each morning sun that shines on my world reminds me that, no matter how dark it feels sometimes, it truly is bright and beautiful here.

March 31, 2014

Mila Monday

Amelia: 148 weeks

Her car seat is in between vehicles at the moment, which means it's now a fun place for her and her baby to play.

Margot: 50 weeks

Daddy made pancakes for breakfast this morning. Margles gave them her stamp of approval.

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