Looking out my back door
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Looking out my back door
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Ah, summer, when did you get so crazy? I just wrote out my monthly calendar for July, and there are only a few days that don’t have at least something planned. But I know by God’s grace, we will get through it, and have some fun along the way. Someone please remind me of that when I start losing it, k?
Here's the plan for this week:
Monday ~ Tomato Skillet
Tuesday ~ Mexican Baked Potatoes
Wednesday ~ Lentil Stew with Ham
Thursday ~ Chicken Triple-Cheese Spirals
Friday ~ Cheater Chicken Pot Pie
Saturday ~ Leftover Buffet
Sunday ~ BBQ at the In-Laws for Independence Day
Remember to stop by tomorrow for the Tasty Tuesday linky party. Come visit me then!
So, what are you having for dinner this week?
Link up at Menu Plan Monday over at I'm an Organizing Junkie or leave me a comment!
~S
Silly me, we actually did Muffin Tin Monday last week and I completely forgot to post about it!! Oops :/ Gonna let that one go now…
This week, we enjoyed breakfast for dinner for our muffin tin. Both the kids loved it. I made a big batch of Buttermilk Citrus Waffles today, so I figured that would make a good dinner :)
Back row: Waffle cut into thirds
Front row: Scrambled Eggs and Applesauce
Silly girl. I asked her if she wanted scrambled eggs before I made them, then she asked if she could trade for turkey ham halfway through the meal. That was okay, though, because Nate really wanted more eggs anyway.
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This is the third in a 15-week series that I’m participating in over at Mommy’s Piggy Tales.
This week, the topic is first grade. That’s my sister, my dad, and I on the roof of our duplex in New Jersey.
When I was in first grade, we moved to New Jersey. We originally moved out there for my dad’s job, but we didn’t know anyone there or like it much either. My dad’s job wasn’t all that my parents had hoped for, so we weren’t there for long. More on that later.
My mom had been homeschooling my sister and I until we moved there. She ended up getting a job and decided to send me to public school. I lasted all of 6 weeks before I was begging to be back at home.
I distinctly remember being extremely bored and feeling like I knew all the things they were going over. I remember that they put me in second grade reading and I had to walk down the hall by myself once a day to the 2nd grade classroom. Then I would proceed to get in trouble nearly every day because I read the entire page we were on before the kid who was reading aloud was even half finished. I wasn’t trying to be rude, I just was a fast reader. The 2nd grade teacher would actually watch my eyes to see if I was staying with the reader. Ugh.
I learned later that they wanted to put me in second grade math and second grade spelling, but were unwilling to move me up to second grade. Seriously? What else is there in 1st grade?
So after six short weeks in the public school system in Mount Holly, New Jersey, it was back to homeschooling with me, hooray! Thanks, mom :)
We lived in New Jersey for 14 months, and moved back to Colorado, into the same house even! It so happened that the people who were renting the house we were living in were just moving out, so we moved back into the same spot, which my parents later purchased. We did visit several fun places while we were there, like the George Franklin Museum, Please Touch Me Museum, Independence Hall, and several other places in Philadelphia, but we were sure glad to be back in Colorado. I can’t really imagine living anywhere else. Visiting is nice, but you just can’t beat Colorado!Not the best picture, but it was the best I could find right now. It was taken 6 years ago with a film camera about 15 minutes from where I now live.
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Kahlen and friends doing an Anchor Pull
The preschool portion of our VBS singing together (~90 kids and associated helpers)
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Welcome to another week of Tasty Tuesday here at The Young'ns!
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I accidentally just deleted this entire post, darn it. I’m going to try and recreate it from memory, that’s a little scary.
Okay, so I created this recipe out of necessity. We were hungry for something that was simple and a whole meal, i.e. protein, veggies, and a simple carb. Here’s what I came up with out of ingredients I had on hand.
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Whew! I think that’s it. I’m learning how to use Windows Live Writer and something happened that I wasn’t expecting. Oh well, I think I figured it out. Won’t make that particular mistake again :)
~S
This is the first in a 15-week series that I’m participating in over at Mommy’s Piggy Tales.
Unfortunately, I didn’t get a chance to talk about this post with my mom before I wrote it, so there may be some revision later on :) I know the basic outline of the story, though, so here goes:
It was hot in August the summer I was born. My parents had been married for a year and a half, having gotten married on Valentine’s day, 1980. In their small tiny house in Loveland, they had a fan, but little else to keep it cool. Many days would find my mom walking the aisles of the nearby King Soopers just to be somewhere that had air conditioning.
Having grown up not knowing anything about nutrition, my mom battled hypertension and toxemia during the entire pregnancy, something that she completely overcame with a better diet with her second child, my sister.
When she went into labor on August 8th, everything was ready for me to come out, except me. The midwife came over and hung out as midwives are good at doing. They took several trips to said grocery store during that day and the next to get some relief from the heat. I was a stubborn little one and was comfy where I was, thankyouverymuch.
After 42 hours of labor, I finally came. My mom hemorrhaged, which we learned is genetic and happens at the first birth of all the women in my matrilineal line (happened to my grandmother, my mom, my aunt, and me at least). The decision was made to stay home and just take care of it there. Mom and dad were tired, but happy that I was a part of their family now.
I was a healthy little girl at 7 pounds, 14 ounces and 21”. My parents were the first ones to give the grandparents a grandchild, so both sets of grandparents were thrilled as well.
I found a photo album of me from the time I was born until the time my sister was born 2 and a bit years later at my paternal grandmother’s house, so here are a few pictures of my first month:
My mom, me, and my dad when I was 4 days old
My dad's parents and me when I was 16 days old
(As a side note, my name didn’t come from anywhere spectacular. My parents both read a fiction book and liked the name, but not the character, so it was decided)
There you have it, my knowledge of my entrance into the world. Next week, the topic is birth-age 5. See you then!
~S