I love celebrating my kids. And I don’t really need an excuse but birthday’s definitely require making the day special.
Chloe’s one request for her birthday was to receive breakfast in bed. She got that. And then we went and had some birthday fun!
Chloe and her friend Natalie.
The funny thing about the thought, “Something like this would only happen to me” is how ridiculous it is. I’m sure that all those things that we think only happen to us are happening to other people every day of the week we just don’t talk about it.
So, I’m breaking the mold today and talking about something we don’t normally talk about.
Before you stop reading, I’m not actually going to take you through my appointment. I’m just going to share a funny story about something that happened while I was there. Continue reading
Typical conversation before dinner starts at my house:
“What is this?”
“It’s chicken. Chicken nuggets.”
“But these aren’t the kind we normally have.”
“I know, but that brand was out when I went to the store last time. Tonight, we’re having these.”
“But I don’t like these.”
“But you’ve never had these.”
“They look weird.”
“They’re chicken nuggets. They’re all the same.”
“They smell different.”
“They’re the same thing.”
“I’m not hungry. I’m not eating.”
“For real? You’re not even going to try them?”
The good news is, that I did get my kids to move past the generic, McDonald’s-esque nuggets that they were used to to try a different honey glazed nugget with what appeared to be better meat. We started using that brand for a couple of years when, to my surprise, my husband says one night, “I’ll just have a bowl of cereal.” Seriously, this has got to be the biggest insult non-insult out there. Doesn’t matter if I’ve slaved over a meal all afternoon or if I’ve popped nuggets in the oven, I’ve never liked that. Malt-o-Meal and General Mills…stop being so easy and tasty and creating conflict in my marriage!
Come to find out my hubby didn’t like that brand of nuggets. For years without saying anything. He didn’t like the original brand either. He liked a specific kind. With honey mustard sauce. Oy.
My name is Alecia and I have a family of picky eaters.
I’m sorry, but when your kids and your husband won’t even eat the nuggets because they “look” a little different than the usual brand…you’ve got a problem. Continue reading
Proof that not everything I pot dies a horrible death.
This is what most of my plants look like after a few weeks. I’m leaving these in this pot and just pretending that I potted dried flowers on purpose.
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I took myself and a couple of the kids to the track the other day. And it was killer. I have been doing so well on my treadmill at home and the day was so nice that I thought I’d take my running outside on this particular day. Big mistake? You tell me. I think I’m doing something wrong.
When I run on the treadmill I can easily run 15 minutes. In just a few short months I’ve gone from just walking to interval training to doing what I’m doing now, warming up with a brisk walk, running, and then cooling down.
When we went to the track, I was surprised to find that I wasn’t making it near as far. I made it about half my distance. Not quite 2 miles. Ugh. Continue reading
Today I’m linking up with Lisa-Jo for Five-Minute Friday.
The rules are simple: Write for five minutes. That’s it. Just write.
Today’s prompt: Beautiful
Oh, I’ve been struggling lately.
Struggling with my body image.
Struggling with my stretch marks.
Struggling with my belly (the one place my body apparently has decided it wants to store excess fat so I look perpetually 4 months pregnant.)
Struggling to accept my husbands compliments.
When I look in the mirror with my own eyes, with eyes of comparison, with eyes of unrealistic expectation…I see everything I don’t want to see.
When I look in the mirror and choose to see the truth, choose to see what God sees, I see a woman of strength, a woman who’s born and fed four children with her body, a woman who, for having had four kids, looks pretty dern good. A woman who has started running and can tell by how she feels and looks, a woman who has kind eyes and fantastic legs. A woman who is starting to develop wrinkles in all the right places…because it means I’m smiling.
Smiling at this beautiful woman looking back at me.
I am beautiful.
Not because of what I look like but because of who I am and because of who He says I am.
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I recently made an excellent furniture find…in my garage of all places.
The previous owners, or the previous owners to the previous owners left some old furniture behind and we came across an old piece of furniture that would work really great for a buffet for us.
We had been looking into buying a buffet for months and had been narrowing down ideas based on style and cost when I just decided to throw caution to the wind and work my creative muscles.
Actually, I feel that may be a stretch…it really didn’t take that much creativity. This was such a simple process.
Here’s what we did…and what you can do to… Continue reading