This maybe should be called adventures in sending the toddler back to bed. After having dinner with my sister and her family, I volunteered to put Connor to bed. It went well I thought until he got up. Again. And again. And again. We all kept taking turns sending him back to bed. Usually he falls right asleep, but not tonight! He was like a jumping bean, popping right up as soon as we closed his door. Silly boy!
I whipped up a version of one of my go-to meals tonight. Vegetables, some meat, some pasta, and sauce. The varieties are endless and you can use whatever you have on hand. I chopped some zucchini and started them in a pan with olive oil. Then I added chopped onion and let those cook until just starting to brown. Then I pushed all the veggies to the sides of the pan and added some chicken tenders that I had seasoned with salt and pepper. Once the chicken was cooked, I took it out and sliced it. Meanwhile, I cooked about half of a box of pasta shells. I added the pasta, the chicken, and some tomato sauce. After it was all heated through, I stirred in some farmers cheese. Yum! Served with a slice of fresh homestyle bread from the local Portuguese bakery. It was the perfect healthy comfort meal. So good!
Rainy Sunday – church, lunch with the grandparents, new shoes, a nap, and a drive home.
Church was great – one of my favorite parts is when the pastor calls all the children up to the stage and prays for them before they run off to Sunday School. It’s so sweet to see them all up there.
The grandparents chose Cracker Barrel for lunch so we went even though we had just been there the night before. But on Sunday they have Sunday chicken! Yum!
If you can’t take a nap on a rainy Sunday, when can you?
Thankfully, the drive home, which should take three hours, took three hours and two minutes. Much better than the drive out.
I spent the morning at my hairdresser friends house getting my done, playing with the kids and chatting with my friends!
my friends three year old tried to convince her dad that she should get pink hair like mine, but he was adamant in his no. I had to tell her she would have to wait until she was as big as me and so she had thirty years or so to decide which color to get. That seemed like a satisfactory plan to her.
I spent some more time with one friend and her two little girls. We went to the park and got ice cream. We played play-doh and tents and bracelets. It was so fun to play with girls for a change!
I met my parents and my cousins for dinner and it was great to catch up and chat. It was a great day!
The farm share has been so full of wonderful vegetables – so many that it’s a little hard to keep up! I had quite a bit that needed to be cooked, so I made a dish inspired by one I found on Pinterest. I used zucchini, carrots, fennel, scallions, basil, and onion – all from the farm share. I had two little tomatoes on hand so I added those as well. I forgot to take a picture of the finished dish, but believe me it looked beautiful and tasted even better.
What is your favorite vegetable dish?
Connor was on a roll with his funny, cute sayings! During dinner, I said, “Connor, you’re the silliest pig!” which is a line from one of his books. That sparked him to start quoting one of his other books:
“Mama read to her child and said I love you. But I had a question. What if I were a super smelly skunk and I smelled so bad my name was stinky face? I’d make you mountain of hamburgers to eat. Bon appetit! Yay! Yay mommy!” He started clapping, looked at his hands, folded them and started praying. “Thank you for the food and for the (unintelligible) day and for the (unintelligible) amen”.
After dinner I gave him a muffin that I’d brought from work. I asked him what it was. “A moo muffin. My favorite!”
It’s been a week since I re-injured my foot. I have felt discouraged today, even though I wouldn’t expect that it would be better today. I felt a little frustrated with the limping, the pain, the twitching. Then I noticed the title of yesterday’s post: Adventures in Encouragement. How sad to go from encouragement to discouragement in one day!
So, I’ll count my blessings. I can still walk (sort of). I don’t need crutches. I can drive. It doesn’t hurt constantly. I have more time since I’m not going to the gym. I have good reason to sit in my chair with my feet up for hours. Injuries heal. This is not forever. It’s better than it was a week ago. I’m not cold, wet, and hungry in the wilderness (I’ve been watching Bear Grylls).
Meanwhile, I’ll take some ibuprofen, wrap my foot, and try to sleep. How do you deal with an injury? Do you complain as much as I do?
I really enjoyed service today. The highlight for me was when a friend got up to sing and spent a few minutes expressing her gratitude and thankfulness for the people in the church. Her words were so kind, so encouraging, and so uplifting. Her sentiments were ones that I, and maybe others, think often, but say rarely.
I find it interesting to note that often we talk a lot more about the things that aren’t right than we do about the good things in life. Sometimes that’s only natural, I suppose – if something goes wrong, you may need to talk about it, to get support, advice, etc. But then as things turn around, you don’t need to talk about it anymore. And then who hears about it when things are okay?
The absence of complaint does not take the place of an encouraging word.
I had a good day today. I am happy. I have so many things to be thankful for and so many people I could thank.