• I have been spending every free moment for the past week, working on that little jumper, and I am still not finished. I think that my grandmother could have made an entire wedding dress in the same amount of hours it has taken me to construct the “simple” (as the mean Frannie Baby pattern keeps pointing out to me) jumper. In my defense, I have never made corded piping or done a full liner in a dress, and all my pattern said was, “attach corded piping.” Oh, OK! I thought. Thanks for all the stinkin‘ help! I proceeded to watch You-Tube videos and read other advice on about.com (can you believe You-Tube even has sewing videos??), made tons of errors (with the lining more than the piping) and have ripped out a lot of seams. I feel like I’ve grown quite proficient at seam ripping 🙂

    On to a slightly greater success story…I started these little numbers almost a year ago, and I have JUST finished them/taken them to get monogrammed. Pace’s is going to be more like a shirt than a dress by this point 🙂 In order to sew (without a sewing room), I either have to let the house go, make a big mess, and just do it OR leave it all down in the basement until the urge takes me again. Obviously, the urge hasn’t taken me in a while, but since it did and since I had to go pick these finally finished dresses up in Homewood
    We decided to make a little trip to Homewood park! This child will not, under any circumstance, keep her left shoe on her foot, but look at what a little gymnast she is.

    And this one too.

    Look who else came with us to the park–Aunt Caroline! She really was a sweet sister to come spend the morning playing with us. Especially since she and Dad took the girls to the zoo for half the day yesterday to let me have some alone time (and some time with that wretched sewing machine). THANK YOU!!!!! Does anybody else do this? Kill two birds with one stone by putting BOTH of your children in the same baby swing? It sure is a lot easier than trying to push two different swings, and they love it (even though it’s not looking like it in this picture). After play time, it was off for Friday’s Special at Tazikis. If you haven’t partaken, then you are sadly missing out. They really do ONLY serve it on Fridays though. Don’t go in on Thursday thinking you’re going to weasel it out of them–I’ve tried 🙂

    Dapples and her grilled cheese.

    Just in case any of you were getting ready to post an “aren’t you a good, crafty mom” comment, I’d like to leave you with this.

    Ummm, yep. Those are BREAKFAST dishes still on our table at 2:30 this afternoon. Congealed oatmeal in the bowl and all. Not one bed is made, and I just remembered that I forgot to feed Locks this morning. ARGHHH!!


  • I did not find out about the “Cookie Club” at grocery stores until after Mary Aplin was born. I am guessing you all know, but just in case you don’t, at Publix, Walmart, and Sams (maybe others but these are the ones we frequent) you can walk up to the bakery and ask for a “kid’s cookie” for however many youngins you are totin‘ in the buggy, and they’ll give it to them. Glory of glories! Now, at first I thought this was the coolest thing since sliced bread–a way to distract my girls while I filled my cart–but after some experience with the cookie club, I’ve also found that it is a pretty good marketing strategy. Pace may GET a sugar cookie with colorful sprinkles but what she’s BEGGING for are the big doozies (I don’t know if that’s a universal name, but that is what I’ve always called the cookie sandwich that has icing oozing out of the center) staring at her through the glass case. She just can’t understand why they never hand her one of those. And honestly, I can’t say that I blame her, because I’ve started craving them myself…knowing that I can never break down and buy one unless I plan on appeasing her from here on out. So, I decided to make them. Even dip half in chocolate like they do at Publix. It was simple and oh so delicious, and I just wanted to pass the idea along in case any of you other Moms are suffering from the cookie club marketing plan. It seems kinda silly to spell it all out, but here goes:

    You’ll need: Mini Chocolate chip cookies from the fridge section–always slightly undercooked. A tub of white icing, and Candiquick microwaveable chocolate tray (if you’re like me and bought too many of these at V-Day for your marshmallows, then you’re in business).

    I think the rest is self-explanatory, but a couple words of advice on the icing. A) Don’t get over-excited and try to ice the cookies while they are still hot, ’cause the icing will melt everywhere. B) Remember the joy of Double-stuff Oreos and don’t skimp on the icing. Keep in mind this technically has to be enough icing for TWO cookies.

    While I’m at it, I think I’ll tell you about the other half of the lunch that I made to go with these cookies on Saturday. I have a sandwich that I’ve been perfecting, and I think I may just have it down (unfortunately I did not get it all figured out before my guests came on Saturday, but such is life). It’s a roll-up, so here’s what you’ll need:

    One packet of ranch seasoning
    8oz. cream cheese
    1/2 small container of sour cream
    One package of flour tortillas
    Thin deli-sliced turkey and ham
    Thin deli-sliced provolone cheese
    Shredded lettuce
    Guacamole (Recipe to follow)

    Mix first three ingredients together and use as a spread. Layer turkey and ham, then spread ranch mix across top of meat and cover with cheese. Place sandwich under broiler to warm (which also melts the cheese and ranch mixture together to form something fabulous). Cover with lots of lettuce (so it will taste like you’re eating a yummy salad instead of a fattening sandwich) and then dob large amounts of guacamole down the center. Roll, cut in half, and serve.
    Now the guacamole. I’m just going to be honest, I LOVE my guacamole. I have been perfecting it much longer than the roll-up (for a while I was just putting sliced avocado and tomato on the sandwich–such a mistake!), but it really is an individual art. What I crave in my guac may be quite different from what you crave, but here’s what I do.

    Ingredients:
    5 or 6 ripe avocados (Not the big giant ones, the normal size ones. And they need to squish a bit to your touch when you pick them out at the grocery store. If they are hard, you will be sorely disappointed. But don’t go buying rottenly soft ones either. I would also recommend–I am so thrifty–calling your local grocers to find out what the price is that day. These boogers are expensive and this weekend they were “on sale” at Publix 2/$3 and on sale at Walmart for $0.78 That was a difference in me spending $12 and $6, and that is a whole fun meal at McDonalds!)
    3 or 4 Roma tomatoes
    1/2 of a yellow onion
    3 limes
    1 handful of fresh cilantro (stems and all. I love this stuff, but Jeremiah says it tastes like dishwashing liquid if I use too much, so be warned.)
    3 or 4 heaping tablespoons of diced (pickled) jalapenos
    Salt and Pepper to taste

    In a food processor, combine the onion, cilantro and the juice of one lime–puree (I like the taste of onion, but I HATE a big chunk of raw onion in my mouth in a dip. That is why we food process.) Peel and take the seed out of your avocados, placing the “meat” in a big bowl. Dump the onion mixture into the avocados and mash (I use a potato masher.) Don’t over-mash because you want to leave chunks of avocado in your dip to be sure that everyone realizes it is homemade 🙂 Chop the tomatoes and spoon in, along with the juice from your other two limes, the jalapenos, and the salt and pepper. It is DELICIOUS and fresh and beautiful with its bright reds and greens. Be sure to serve it as an appetizer with chips before your divvy out the roll-ups 🙂



  • Have you ever noticed that when God decides to teach you something, it comes up EVERYWHERE? Suddenly each Sunday school lesson and sermon comes back to that same “nagging” lesson you’ve been reading in your morning devotion. Then your friend across the street brings it up; even that movie you’re watching has some comment about it, and before long you throw up your hands and say, “Alright Lord I’m listening. This is you talking; I get it!” Maybe it’s just me and my stubbornness that keeps wondering if I’m hearing God or just my own thoughts, and so He has to use numerous methods before I wise up, but anyway, I thought I might share with you the couple of things He’s been teaching me over the past weeks.

    First is community. What it is. What that means, and why I should stop being so selfish and embrace it. In all honesty (it is oh so disgusting to admit), I shy away from “community”. As soon as somebody starts talking about “showing love to our community” and “the fellowship of believers,” all I can think about is how many casseroles I need to make and who all has had babies that I STILL have not taken a meal to. Then, my mind jumps to the people who have loved me that I still have not written a thank you note to. There it is, in all its ugliness, I am selfish and have been thinking that I was not a big fan of “community”–because in some sense community was tied up in work and guilt.

    No sooner had I admitted these ugly sentiments to my husband (who is always wanting to expand and embrace our community, and who looked at me like I was a monster that he didn’t even know when I admitted that stuff to him) than the Lord started land-blasting me. I have shed tears two Sundays in a row over the powerful ways God has used our church community to minister to me specifically. When all of that stuff was going on with Mom, the way my parents’ friends and church reached out and loved our family was nothing short of miraculous. It was (and still is) incomprehensible to me–the way there were always people bringing food and performing the little tasks that just needed to get done and even just standing in our front yard to pray…

    So, I had been in Dothan, living with Mom through the hell that was her last weeks of life, and being sustained (literally) by the community there. Then, I had to make a trip back to Birmingham because both of the girls had doctors appointments. I was only going to be here a day, but I woke up that morning to the sound of raking in my yard. I looked out the window to see Cohen Ezelle, who had left his wife at home to care for their three small children, while he spent the day raking the leaves in our yard that had grown knee-deep. Now, Cohen and Amie are some friends from our Sunday school class (who are also now missionaries in Belize), who we had grown to love over the years, but we’d never even “hung out” outside of church activities. He just found out where we lived, drove over to our house and thought, “What can I do to serve this family and show them God’s care?” I suddenly understood why my Dad kept saying he “felt humbled” by all the things people were doing for us back home. Seeing Cohen out there with a rake in his hands, doing a thankless job that he (assuming we were still in Dothan) never even planned on us knowing he did, and knowing that my Creator had taken the time to prompt his heart to just DO something for us in the little sphere that we now called our own, touched me profoundly. I don’t know that I even felt all of that then, as overwhelmed as I was by Mom’s sickness, but last Sunday as I sat in church listening to a sermon on “community,” all of that was laid clearly before my eyes. What I realized was that community is not about feeling guilty about every person in your church or neighborhood who might need a casserole that you have not come through for. It’s about listening to the promptings that God lays on your heart for specific people, and ACTING on those burdens. It might be just to pray for them and love them from a distance, or it might be something that feels ridiculous, like showing up to rake their yard, but the fact is that God uses us as His ambassadors, to be tangible evidence of the love He’s pouring out from above. What an honor that is! And what a pity that I shy away from it, because I think I am too busy. (There are many other examples of ways that friends loved us–or me–specifically during that time, and God has been pouring each one back over my head lately. I just listed the first that came to mind.)

    The second lesson (and I’ll try to keep it quick because this has already gotten really long) is a true thankfulness for my afflictions. This feels sort of weird to say, but my heart has realized that BECAUSE God loves me, He has allowed hardships into my life, in order that my relationship with him might take on a greater sweetness and sincerity. I’ve written about this before (shows you how long God has been teaching me this one), but it just keeps coming back. The writer of Hebrews (12:7) says, “Endure hardship as a discipline; God is treating you as sons. For what son is not disciplined by his father? If you are not disciplined (and everyone undergoes discipline), then you are illegitimate children and not true sons.”

    After going through something really hard (which I know that losing your Mom is nothing compared to what MANY suffer), I find that all Scripture is tinged with more meaning, that God is more real in my life, and that I relate to others in a more intimate way than I did before. To know that God took the time to love me through a hardship, to discipline me even, is (again) humbling. And while I wouldn’t have chosen it, I grow increasingly thankful for the experience of it. Is that sick?

    So, in a nutshell, community and hardship are good. Thank you Jesus that I’ve experienced the blessings of both.