Basket of Goodies.

Have you ever heard of Bountiful Baskets? I hadn't. Well, I had. A while back. But I was confused. Then our piano teacher's hubby told me about it. Then our Primary chorister told me about it. So I did it! You go on the website (bountifulbaskets dot org) and order. I went this morning and got my basket of goodies...

So, it looks better when it's all spread out...bananas, tangerines, grapefruit, zucchini, cukes, tomatoes, pears, peppers, asperagus, carrots, swiss chard. Then in the Mexican basket I got onions, avacadoes, garlic, limes, tomatillos, green onions, tortillas, cilantro and hot peppers.
Oh yeah. And the apples were in the regular basket.
And then there were 5 loaves of this yummilicous bread. Mmmmm...

I also got to meet some nice people. Boy, am I so excited about it!

Try it. You'll like it.

Flashforward Friday.

This is a flashforward Friday, rather than a flashback. I went shopping today. Daniel has told me in the past to just buy something baby each time I go shopping. I haven't been able to bring myself to do it. Until today...

I bought a package of Newborn diapers. So now I have some diapers and I have bottles for when we get the call. This may be all I get for a while. I felt a little silly buying them. Like people were staring at me. I know, they weren't. But still. Like I said, I'm ready.

I Have A Problem.

Oh the problem, Pansy. Oh oh! I must have fruit! Can you name that movie?

Anyhoo. I really do have a problem. Let me begin at the....well, the beginning. Many moons ago, as a young'un, we (my siblings and I) were made to clean under our beds, wash dishes, fold laundry, care for young siblings, brush our teeth, make our beds, wear clean underwear, pull weeds, vacuum, dust. The list could go on and on. But my mom promised that we could go on national television (I believe Oprah was mentioned as a platform a time or two) and tell our heinous story to the world. Oh the sympathy we could get. I mean, c'mon, no other mother in the world makes their kids do all that stuff. So we adamantly stated that we would one day have revenge on the brutality of kiddom.

Are you with me?

Now, as a mature (hah!!) woman, a mom, a wife, an adult, I see things a bit differently. I now offer my children to share their heinous stories with the world. They can choose any platform they want. Heck, they can even go find a new mom who won't make them do all the brutal work of kiddom. So far they won't leave.

Even with all the complaints and weeping and wailing, I find myself in a quandary. And this is my problem.

It's only this thing on my nose and the hair piece. Everything else is fine!

My kids are just growing up way too fast. For instance, Isaac had a ski field trip on Monday. I made Daniel go with him. I prayed constantly that day that he would be okay. I fretted for the week or so leading up to it. I can't stand the fact that my child, well, my children, are growing up. I need them small and helpless again. Daniel is constantly reminding me that I have to let them grow up and do more. Ack! I don't think it's possible. I don't want them to leave!

But then they start the complaining and weeping and wailing about chores and even cleanliness, and I wonder when they will grow up. It's a never ending problem. A never ending circle of stuff. Someday I'll be sad, yet happy, when they leave home.

Forget the problem. Give me the money!

And if you can name the movie quoted, I will personally congratulate you. I'm just too tired from all the complaining to make cookies!

A Day In The Life.

Monday...No school. No work. Mom had a music meeting for Primary and then Sam started puking! Gross. Luckily Daniel was home for the holiday and could clean the couch. Otherwise it would have been covered with a towel and left until he got home. Yep. It would have been gross.

Tuesday...With enough disinfecting no one else got sick. But I found myself fixing meals all week with puke in mind. Isn't Isaac handsome?! Another day off school for a teacher work day. I'd like to know what they are doing all the other days of the week?! My sister Katie and her kids were supposed to come play but with a sickie in the house, we canceled. Bummer!
Wednesday...back to school and still no one else got sick! Yay! Another week of piano lessons down!

Thursday...Cake for breakfast. Seriously. That's why I made it. For breakfast. My VT partner and I went to visit one of our ladies whose son just passed away. No parent should have to bury their child. No matter how old they are.

Friday...I keep finding this young man at the key board playing. He's on to sharps and chords now. I am so impressed!

Saturday...Sam has finally found a game for the Wii that he thoroughly enjoys. Super Mario Galaxy. Now we need to enforce the Wii rules more seriously!

Sunday...This gal is just a beauty. In sharing time we kicked off Project: Warm Fuzzy. I think we got a winner program for the year! It's Great To Be 8 Sunday night got Sammy jazzed about his baptism in a few months. Man my kids are growing up! Now the Primary president can breathe a little easier with January almost done. Finally!

Have a super awesome week!

Clarification.

I have had a few people ask about Haiti's orphans coming into the States. The questions are geared toward our own desire to adopt. Just to clarify...The children who have come into the U.S. so far had already been matched to their adoptive families, and many had already even met, even many times. The sending of orphans to the U.S. and other countries has stopped for paperwork and red tape sake at this point. Of course, if you have been or are involved in an international adoption, you know that red tape is a must! Haiti will not be sending any children to any country for adoption without much paperwork and research. My heart goes out to families continuing to wait for their children to finally be in their arms. I continue to watch and listen and pray. If our plans change...I'll let you know.

Saturday Something.

I wanted to title this something snazzy to catch your attention. But, what the heck?! It's a post from me! Of course you're gonna read it. And this is a good one, too. I found this juicy laundering tidbit from THIS blog. And I've been giving it a try since she posted it. And now I'd like to share it with you! This is 1 part fabric softener and 2 parts water and some sponge halves. Instead of putting however much fabric softener you put in each load, you throw the sponges into your dryer. Here's how it works...
I started with 6 sponges and 3-4 capfulls of softener and the aforementioned 2 parts of water accordingly. I started with 2 sponges, wrung out, in the first load going into the dryer. Now this was very difficult for me. I am a fabric softener junkie. Oh yes. I am. And when that first load came out I smelled it first thing! And it didn't smell. It was like I had just washed a load with only detergent and no softener or dryer sheets. Oh, and these should take the place of the dryer sheets. So the next load I put 4 sponges in. Ahhhh.... Much better. So I used far fewer caps of softener with the appropriate amount of water and it has gotten me through many many many loads of laundry. So even though I would really love to go back to using a half capful with each load (minus towels, obviously) I will stick with this. Maybe I'll even go to 6 sponges in each load. It's cheap. It's easy. And I love the way my hands smell when I do laundry!

A Thought For Thursday.

Have you ever met a Mama Bear? Well, it's nice to meet you. Cause that's what I am. A Mama Bear. It comes out whenever my children, or my husband, or my home, or anything or anyone I hold dear and/or sacred, comes under attack. This Mama Bear has gone in to battle and to defend when my children or my family as a whole have been attacked. But this Mama Bear doesn't discriminate. This Mama Bear is just waiting. Watching. Don't mess with the Mama Bear! Seriously! Don't!

Today's thought is mine and is one I have shared before and it goes right along the Mama Bear line.

"You are your child's first and last line of defense"

If you don't protect and defend your children, who will? We live in perilous times. The family is under attack. Our homes must be a Fortress of protection. We must put on the Full Armor Of God each and every time we leave that Fortress. We must, as mothers, defend and protect our own. We are their first and last line of defense. Our baby cubs are our most precious asset. After all, we wouldn't be Mama Bears without them.

Your challenge from this day forward is to put on the Full Armor Of God, keep your Fortress protected, and be the best Mama Bear you can be!

Thank you for reading.

Make A Meal.

White Bread

Now don't get your undies in a bunch. I've been baking wheat bread for 10 years. This white bread recipe is so so easy and fast! So I am going through a white bread phase right now.

Sue me!

2 cups hot water

1/4 cup sugar

1/3 cup oil

1 Tblsp salt

1 1/2 Tblsp yeast

5-6 cups white flour

In a Bosch or Kitchen Aid put the hot water, oil, sugar and salt and 2 cups of flour and mix for 1 minute. Add the yeast and the rest of the flour, 1 cup at a time. You have enough flour when the sides of your mixer are clean as it mixes.

When the flour is in, mix on high for 8 minutes.

Let the dough rest in the bowl for 5 minutes.

Divide the dough into 2 halves and "spank" each halve. That gets the bubbles out. Plus it helps with any issues you may be having that day!

Round the dough and place it in greased bread pans.

OR...

place 1 halve into a bread pan and spread the other halve out onto a greased jelly roll pan. Make sure it's not too thin in places. It just doesn't bring good results.

Let the dough rise in an oven preheated to 170 for 25 minutes.

If you are doing the jelly roll pan thing, take that out and while you go on to the next step with the bread, melt some butter and spread it out on the dough. Then sprinkle cinnamon sugar over the whole shebang. Put it back in the oven (at 350) for about 20 minutes.

Turn the oven up to 350, without taking the bread out! I usually flip the heat up and set my timer for 30 minutes. The original recipe calls for 25 minutes, but it isn't enough time for me.

Get that stuff out of the oven and enjoy the bread. On the cinnamon sticks you can put your favorite cinnamon roll icing all over. Then use a pizza cutter to slice it up.

Oh the joy of home baked bread!

Enjoy!

A Day In The Life.

Monday...Mmm. I baked bread for, um, us to eat, and put some dough into a jellyroll pan and made cinnamon sticks for our FHE treat. Thanks to Tif for sharing this fun and easy way to make cinnamon rolls.

Tuesday...I had lunch with my good friend Kim. Maybe some day we'll go to China together. Sam stayed after school for a fun "club" called Mathaletes. I'm so thrilled he wants to do math! I found this clock at Kohl's and knew it was MINE, ALL MINE. Until I took it off the shelf and turned it upside down and looked at the price. $140 is just a tad bit much. I'll be working on getting this baby home to my family room wall soon!
Wednesday...While doing homework, my boys have an opportunity to earn M&Ms as they do math problems, write spelling words, answer questions, etc. With all the M&Ms Sam earned, Isaac and I made this guy! The second week of piano lessons went well! Yay!

Thursday...Ruthie chose to run away from home. She came and told me she was leaving. I asked if I could do anything to help. She said she had it under control. So she went and packed. She had a blankie, some books, a notepad, a pen, a marker, and some notes (homework). I asked where she was going. She didn't know, but would probably camp for a few days then see where that takes her. I gave her an apple and she left. She camped in her room for a while and then started to send me letters. Oh, the letters made me cry and miss her so much. So I wrote a letter to her asking her to come back home.

She did!

Friday...The kids wanted to have a movie night. Somehow the case got stuck on the top of the wall. Isaac shot at it with his his Nerf gun and it just got stuck to it. Another shot to the other side finally knocked it off. Sam went on a fun field trip and I was able to see that wonderful family get baptized.

Saturday...The newly painted wall. One small bump with the vacuum and the whole thing crumbled. Seriously. Daniel is getting it ready for me to paint again. I did our Primary teacher training with my presidency and Isaac got to go to a "late night" birthday party.

Sunday...Daniel went down to get some potatoes for dinner. He opened the box where these taters were sealed up tight. Seriously. Tight. They were bubbling. Gross. We went to visit grandma and grandpa! Yay!

Hope you had a terrific week!

Flashback Friday.

So it's still Friday. I still have 2 hours left of it, actually. I just had a wonderful experience tonight. And it brought back so many memories. Flashbacks, if you will.

Tonight a family was baptized. A Spanish speaking family. They were taught the gospel and were touched by the Spirit. Tonight they were all baptized, taking that first step towards exaltation. The thing that got me was the Spanish. I was asked to lead the music and one hymn was in English and one was in Spanish. So I got my Spanish hymn book out and sang through Cuenta Tus Bendiciones many many times. Throughout the baptismal service, the language, the testimonies, the Spirit, the whole experience brought back my mission.

This is where I would put a picture from my mission. My Spanish speaking mission. But, alas, I cannot find my mission scrapbook. I'd like to think I just misplaced it. But who knows.

A flood of memories of teaching in Spanish. Of eating Mexican, Argentinian, Spanish, Cuban, Panamanian, Peruvian .....Food! Oh the lard! Of little kiddos begging us to come in so we could play with them and talk to their parents. Of watching when the Spirit took hold of their hearts and then watching as the Spirit changed them. Of hearing them accept the challenge to be baptized. Of watching as they took that first step and then continued to go to church, to read their scriptures, to participate, to grow. And of course, of bearing testimony in Spanish.

It's been a long time. I appreciate the mom's willingness to speak English to me because it's been so many years. But tonight, I heard scriptures, testimonies and a hymn in a language I love. I love the way my mouth feels when I speak Spanish! Seriously! If a language can be tasty, Spanish is delicious! It's tastes of arroz...frijoles...carne asada...mole...tortillas de maiz...all those yummy things that I could never duplicate when cooking. That's what Spanish is to me. Yummy. Delicious.

I'm hungry.

Tengo hambre.

Sometimes I wish I could go back and relive those moments of my mission that changed me. That strengthened me. Tonight was a great reminder of the power of this gospel. Each will hear the gospel in his own tongue. I am so grateful that this family chose to listen. Chose to act. I guarantee that in a year I will be able to post that they've gone to the temple.

I love feeling the Spirit!

And if you want to know more, ask me. Or click HERE to learn more!

Guest Post...

I was asked to do a guest post on this blog. I just sent it to her last night, and here it is. I almost feel famous. But not really. Go read and enjoy the other posts!


http://ldsinfertility.blogspot.com/

A Thought For Thursday.

This might just be a new thingy. You know, something I'll do each Thursday. Or at least when I think about it on a Thursday.

Anyhoo. Here is a thought for today. Thursday.

I was having lunch with a great friend of mine, Kim, this week. We will be going to China together. If China ever calls us! We were talking about the adoption process and the spiritual side of the wait. She shared this thought from a friend of hers that I thought was just beautiful!

"I will live so righteously that Heavenly Father has no choice but to bless me."

Are you living so righteously? Am I? I am certainly going to give a far better effort. Besides, I could really use those blessings!

Easy Like Wednesday Morning.

We are never late for school. Sometimes we get there just before the first bell rings, but we are never late. It's a me thing. Late would be arriving right on time. So I suppose we are "late" on those days.

This morning, Daniel came to kiss me goodbye, waking me from a dead sleep. I asked him what time it was. The hall was dark. Usually there is a light on which means all the kids have already been up for a while. There weren't any lights on and I wondered how early it was. He said it was 7:30. What?! I asked if anyone was up. He said no. Wow. It's like the 8th wonder of the world. My kids are still asleep at 7:30 am.

Isaac got up just a few minutes later. Then I got up. It's a school day, you know. I started getting Isaac some breakfast and then Ruthie got up, all sleepy eyed. It was getting close to 8 and Sam still wasn't up. The first bell rings at 8:30. So I trekked in to wake him.

I turned on the fish tank light and sat on his bed. He didn't move. Dead sleep. I rubbed his head and his back and tried to wake him. I realized as he started to move that I NEVER get to wake my kids up. To be right next to them as they wake up to a new day. To be the first one to see their bright eyes first thing. To be the first voice they hear. To be their first thought as they begin a new day. I relished the moment as he squeaked himself awake. He rolled over and saw me. He squeaked some more as he began to stretch. It reminded me of when he was a baby. He would stretch his little body and squeak!

We were late for school. As in, "Run to class before the second bell rings!" But I loved sitting next to my almost 8 year old and welcome him to Wednesday.

Cute Quips.

So last night after getting kids to bed, Daniel and I were in our room just sitting and talking. Talking about sleep and babies. Then Isaac came in and asked what we were talking about. We told him we were talking about when we have a baby that we will have to get up to feed a bottle to the baby. I then told him about when he was a baby and that sometimes I was so tired that dad would bump me and say, "Jennie, your baby needs you." If I didn't get up, he would go get Isaac and bring him to me and say, "Jennie, your baby needs you."

Isaac: "Why did I need you?"

Mom: "Because I was the only one who could feed you."

Isaac: "Why?"

Mom: "Well, because when you were a little baby I was the one who had...."

Isaac: "Ooooooohhhhh. Don't say it. I know! I think we all know what you are going to say. Don't say it! I know!"

He took a gander down me and then crossed his eyes in embarrassment.

Daniel and I laughed about that one for a while!

Funny guy!

A Day In The Life.

Monday...No School. One more day of Christmas vacay! Ruthie found a clever way to pick up her heart cut out scraps. Via long stick. We went to Old McDonalds for lunch to play our guts out before hitting the grind again.

Tuesday...Ruthie woke up saying her tummy hurt. Then she puked. I really don't handle that well. I eventually cleaned it up (from my chair at my place at the table) after sprinkling puke be gone on it. It covered up most of the smell....but I still gagged profusely! Seriously. I gagged. Then I dry heaved. Luckily I hadn't eaten. Wasn't that pleasant?! It only lasted a couple of hours before she was up and going and wanting to eat everything in sight. Still don't know what it was.

I went to get gas at a local new Maverick and was astounded at the cost of $2.06/gallon. I stayed in line for 15 minutes to fill up. Luckily!
Wednesday...Today we began the fruits of a Christmas gift. Piano Lessons! Don't let Isaac's face fool you! He loved it! A gal in our ward is teaching them and I am ever so grateful that she agreed to do it.
Daniel and I went in for our 6 month meeting with our adoption case worker. I really didn't want to go. I was really having a bad adoption week. Month. 6 weeks or so. But it was a really good meeting and she showed us how many times our profile has been looked at by registered birth moms. Wow! But until it's our birth mom, we wait.
Gas had gone up at the aforementioned Maverick to $2.36/gallon. Wowzers!
Thursday...We got a game called You Gotta Be Kidding! A version of Would You Rather. Oh so fun! One of Sam's challenges was to drink out of a bowl like a cat. As you can see, he didn't disappoint.

Friday...Sam wrapped 3 dog tags around his neck and then attached a cable thingy from Isaac's electricity science kit and then attached that to this thing which turns on to conduct that electricity and placed it in the clapper hands. He then clapped the hands while turning on the thingy while it was all attached to him. Silly boy!

No boy was hurt by electricity or anything else in the experiment just mentioned.

Saturday...Cleaning day. As usual. After cleaning and while laundry was going, I put paper up on the walls to demonstrate where I want stuff on the walls. The paper and painters tape is to save my walls from nail destruction and to help in sizing so I can start to purchase frames. I will still need to put all the softening stuff around the room, of course. The walls aren't the only thing I'm working on. There is just so much to do...

Sunday...And can you believe it's still Sunday and I'm actually doing this post?! Well, I'm impressed! After church we all climbed into my bed to watch The Shaggy DA. It's on video and that's where we still have a video machine. After Daniel vacuumed all the popcorn out of the bed, we had dinner on Christmas plates with Christmas cups. We had a short Christmas flashback!

Have a wonderful week!

2010.

As I have thought about starting a new year, I go back to the reason I don't do resolutions. Every day is a new start. A new opportunity for change. Growth. Development. Each new morning is a time to reflect on what you can do better that day. So I don't do resolutions. But with a new year beginning, I thought I'd do this a little differently. Of course there are things I hope 2010 will be. Wonderful. Healthy. Happy. Paid mortgage. New baby. Finished basement. Etc. I got an idea from another blog. I thought it was the right way to handle a new year. Pick a word. A word that will be my mantra, my goal for the year. I gave it a lot of thought. Hope. Faith. Blessed. Growth. Compassion. Courage. Move. Many words came to mind. But as we were having our family scripture study last week, a word jumped out at me from a verse. Joy.

My word for 2010 is JOY.

If you get emails from me, my signature line says “Finding Joy in the Journey.” President Monson counseled us to do just that. Find joy in the journey. The journey is bumpy, rocky, unflattering, uncontrollable. But to find joy in it, well, it's just a better journey. A much better journey. And I can see the direct outcome of joy in my life every day.

I can't control how quickly our baby will come. It's a bit daunting and makes my heart ache uncontrollably. But I know that I have so much right here right now. I know my family isn't complete. There is at least one more who will come. But I can't control it. So the next best thing is to just have Joy! To find joy in every part of my journey every day.

What word would you use for this year if you could only choose one?

A Powerful Read.

I got a letter from my mom today. Actually she sent a talk given by Julie B Beck in the Women's Conference at BYU in May, 2009. I read it and loved it. As women, we need to be reminded of our powerful influence and of the importance of our families.

http://ce.byu.edu/cw/womensconference/archive/2009/pdf/Julie_B._Beck.pdf

Enjoy!

Living Vicariously.

There comes a time in every mother's life when she must live vicariously through her daughter.

That time was Christmas morning.

Ever since I was a little girl and had a friend who was an only child and therefore had an entire garage with shelves on every wall covered with toys including an Easy Bake Oven, I have wanted just that. An Easy Bake Oven. I didn't care about all the other toys that covered those walls. Just the EBO. That just makes typing easier. From now on, the EBO will be addressed as the EBO.

So Christmas morning had Ruthie girl opening up her very own EBO. With a frosting kit. Pretzel, cookie and cake mixes. Oh my heart!

The opening became a frenzied affair when she realized she was opening the EBO, her mother's childhood nemesis. Nemesis as in the elusive and never showing up and evil EBO.
Then mom and dad went back to bed. Gifts had been opened and showed off in record time and by 8:30 am, well, the old people were tired.
I was finally asleep when there was a cry from the play room. "Mommy! Mommy! Come here fast! Help! Mommmmmmeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!"
So Daniel and I ran. We found Ruthie with a new attachment on her right arm.
Fancy!
She was not impressed that we started taking pictures.
We got her to settle down only to find that there is just no way to open the darn thing. And the instructions clearly state that you should not stick your hands into the EBO. Duh!
Daniel looked at every angle. We thought about calling the 800 # to see if they could help. We thought about calling 911, only to then think that we would be mocked! Sam wondered if we should just cut her hand off. If it were just a little smaller, a little lighter, it really would have been a nice attachment. I mean think about it. Anywhere we went we could throw in a cake, a cookie, a pretzel, and have a nifty snack. Oh yeah, the whole heat thing.
So we had to think fast.
Isaac offered to say a prayer. Then Daniel told me to get something long and skinny. A toothpick? Ha! No one was amused. A chopstick! He stuck it in there and finally got her hand free!
She is much happier when she doesn't have a permanent EBO attachment. So we thought we'd bake some cake.
We made a chocolate cake and a vanilla cake.

When they were done, we tried to decide what to do with the crummy mess.

The new EBO expert decided that just a sprinkle of flower candies would do the trick. We'll save the icing for another event!

Mother and daughter are happy. Content. At peace. The daughter has both hands to work with as she pleases and the mother has an EBO that she can pull out at anytime to bake something special!

Life is good!

Make A Meal.

I get emails from Kraft with recipes each week. I love it! There is always something that is easy and that my kids will eat. This particular recipe is now a favorite. Let me share it with you...

Tuscan Chicken Simmer

At first I thought it was Tuscan Chicken Summer. And I thought of warm cozy yummy sunshine. Then I realized it was simmer. Not summer. But still...

You'll need...

4 boneless skinless chicken breast halves

4 oz. cream cheese, cubed

1/4 cup water

1/4 cup pesto

2 cups grape or cherry tomatoes

1 cup Italian cheese blend

Heat a nonstick skillet sprayed with cooking spray over medium heat. Add chicken and cook on each side until cooked through. Remove chicken from skillet and cover to keep them warm.

Add cream cheese, water, pesto and tomatoes to skillet. (I chose to put only 1 cup of tomatoes in since no one will eat cooked tomatoes in my house...except me) Cook and stir occasionally over medium heat for 2 minutes or until heated through.

Add chicken to skillet. Cook and stir 1 minute or until chicken is coated and heated through. Sprinkle with Italian cheese and serve.

I chose to serve our chicken with spaghetti noodles and ciabata bread. Mmmm.

Enjoy!

A Day In The Life.

Oh my! Another week. And the end of the year! Here is the end of 2009 and the beginning of 2010. Yep. We'll keep this weekly post going through another year.

Monday...We started painting the family room. Oh yeah!! And then went to Chuck E. Cheese for dinner and fun. The kids loved it!

Tuesday...Finished painting the family room. It looks so good! I love fresh paint. No one is allowed to touch the walls. At least for the next 6 months! We went to Burrito Grande for dinner that night. Mmmmm...
Wednesday...This chickie woke up with another tummy ache. This was it for us. I called our pediatrician, who wasn't in, got an appointment with another doctor and took girly pie in! She did an x-ray and urinalysis. Clean. She determined it isn't appendicitis. Could be stones. Could be she needed to poop. So we gave her some Miralax and, well, she pooped. We have only had one small bout of pain since then. This is Ruthie doing a yoga move.

Thursday...New Year's Eve. Good Bye 2009. You were good to us, but left us high and dry in the end. We hope 2010 will provide growth for our family. This is my family just before 10:00 (midnight in NY) watching the ball drop. Then we headed outside to do fireworks! I know I'm partial, but I think Daniel looks hot!

Friday...We put the new desk in the family room. The base of the room is almost complete. We stayed in jammies all day. Actually all week. Laundry day was so so so small!

Saturday...And here we have added the credenza. The TV will be replaced when the funds are available...we only deal in cash! And the chair will need to be replaced. The next step is dressing the walls. I will be doing one wall at a time as funds are available. Nothing better than slowly putting something together with cash in hand and with time to really make sure of what you want!

Sunday...Mmmm. This was our dinner. Primary was crazyville. I came home and took a phone call then crashed. Then I got up and made yumminess. I'll share later! The recipe, that is. Not my food! Sheesh. I'm nice, not crazy!

And now we move on to full 2010 pictures for each day in our life. I hope you've enjoyed 2009 with us. We look forward to sharing another year together!