Adventures of a Wandering Homebody
That’s what someone said about me. This morning.
There I was, standing with my 3 year old outside the preschool door waiting for school to open. With my coffee mug in my hand. Not the travel mug that I should have brought in the car with me but the real mug that I ran out of the kitchen with as I shuffled my kids out the door because we were going to be late for Kindergarten drop off. I should mention that we were running out the door because we had already missed the bus.
Never the less, there I stood, waiting and another mom said to me “Wow, you make it look so easy, with your coffee cup and everything”.
And I was reminded of how perceptions can be so deceiving. To me, my morning was anything but easy. Running late, packing snacks, trying to get my kids to eat breakfast. On my drive to do the errands (of course there were errands) I couldn’t stop thinking about what had changed in my demeanor that would demonstrate to others that this all is easy. And all I could come up with was how my priorities have changed and my life simplified over the last few months. I felt proud of myself. Because in the craziness of that morning, I was still able to talk about the leaves falling with my 3 year old. I watched my 5 year old as she walked herself into school, finally confident enough to take care of herself. And a lot of those changes have to do with my decision to focus on them, on being present, on making parenting them thoughtfully a priority.
This morning couldn’t have happened if I was tied up on my smartphone. It couldn’t have happened if I had prioritized my kids looking perfect, and sacrificed them working independently to get dressed and ready.
I’m so glad it did happen, because it is little victories like this day that make me feel like I’m doing something right.
Have you changed your priorities? How has it made a difference in your days?
Health and Happiness,
Cerissa
We have been blessed with a dawdler. The bedtime routine itself is enough to drive me to drink (okay, maybe just pull my hair out). Never mind attempting to have her (the dawdler) clean up the playroom; that makes my blood rise and my heart hurt, and I’m a pretty patient woman. And in the middle of all this, in my first weeks as a Stay-At-Home-Mom, I’m continuing to try to live the Simple Life.
Is life simple when you feel like screaming because your children have no sense of urgency? No. Is life simple when you just want to read stories to the kids before bed but someone hasn’t even gotten their jammies on yet? No. Is life simple when you have worked so hard to put routines and reward systems in place and some days they Just Don’t Work? No. Life is complicated and messy and FULL of emotion. Of course it is, it’s meant to be.
When does life get simple again? When you can stop. Simply stop your body and mind.
Breathe. And breathe again. One more time…
and remind yourself:
Because she’s only 5 and a half.
Because her brother doesn’t help (especially when he decides to be an alligator).
Because despite all of it, none of it really matters.
Because before I know it, she’s going to be 12(or 8) and not need my help anymore.
I’m stuck in one of those “cherish every moment” moments. You know, the ones when people with kids 12 years older than yours say “cherish it now because it’ll be over before you know it” and you go “what, the whining and messy eating and negotiating and I’m-just-so-exhaustedness of it all?” Yup.
And the simple life lady in me says that those people are right. So tomorrow night I will help Bean get her jammies on and I will listen to whatever she is telling me as she’s making her way to start the bedtime routine. Maybe we’ll find a way to start the whole bedtime thing 30 minutes earlier. And I’ll have to be okay with that, because my kids are who they are. And they, of course, deserve a Mom who simply loves them.
Thanks for listening. How do you remember to simply ‘be’ with your kids?
Health and Happiness,
Cerissa
So, needless to say, I spend a lot of time in the garden. And therefore, so do my kids. My oldest is very interested in doing what mommy does and has her own garden (which at times has grown better than mine!). She takes the time to water it, enjoys harvesting and especially likes to make ‘plant food’ (compost and water) to keep her vegetables and flowers happy. Bean is pretty focused and has the patience to wait for things to grow. My little guy, on the other hand, is more happy to play with the worms, frogs and occasional caterpillars that frequent our garden. Although he has his own garden spot, he’d rather dig in it than wait for something to grow. After all, mommy already has all the green beans he’ll need, right?
Once the paint is dry (and you have sealed the pot, if necessary) start looking for a damp spot in the yard to put your abode. You’ll also need a rock to prop up the edge of the pot so the toads can get in. The kids can find dry leaves, twigs and sticks to put under the abode, to give the toads a cozy home. Set it out and see what happens. My kids have been checking theirs every day to see if anyone has moved in, they also sing to the toads to let them know there is a place for them. I’m not sure if that is hurting or helping, but at least we are all outside enjoying nature.
There is a whole lot of romanticizing happening in my garden right now. The ‘birds and the bees’ have got nothing on the cucumbers and tomatoes. Every morning I walk out to check on the garden and witness nature doing her job. It’s beautiful, really; bees buzzing in the cucumber and eggplant flowers, wasp larvae slowly and silently killing hornworms, cucumbers stealthily weaving their tendrils around every other vegetable in their way. Okay, so I’m not so sure how romantic it is for cucumber vines to be strangling tomato plants but I’ll admit that every time I see it that cheezy getting-it-on theme music from the movies runs through my head.
I’m all about the experience of growing my own food right now and making my own mistakes is more valuable to me than anything. At least I know that I tend to be a rogue gardener, doing a bit of planning and letting the rest just happen. After all, I have more than a few rogue tomato plants (sprouted from the compost) growing where they shouldn’t be. I’ve let them go and have gotten quite a few unexpected heirloom grape/pear tomato looking things. They are delicious.
Vining on an eggplant |
Vining across tomatoes |
Now, the fact that I’ve admitted to letting my vegetables carry on like this might make some gardeners cringe. The more seasoned gardeners may say I’ve broken some cardinal rule of gardening. The thing is, I’m not sure I have and moreover, I’m not sure I care. Learning all the rules (using that word loosely) of gardening is overwhelming and although I’m sure its all on handouts and dog-eared pages somewhere I’m just not at that part of the process yet. I’m just glad I’ve gotten something (a lot of somethings) to grow this year. I’ve out-defended the deer and small rodents and grown some food for my family. And now, judging by how far flung those cucumber vines are, I’ve got to search out some new pickle recipes.
Health and Happiness,
Cerissa
What are some of your garden faux pas? What ‘rules’ do you break?
I’m having a love-hate relationship with Swiss Chard lately. It is so easy to grow in the garden and it seems that every magazine I open lately is touting its nutritional value. And, okay, its just so darn pretty! (we grow the bright lights variety). We often have so much of it, I can’t quite figure out what to do with it all. I fear that those people who belong to CSAs might be in the same boat, drowning in swiss chard. Over the past two seasons I have been able to find a few great ways to use the big, leafy, green stuff and I thought I should get around to writing them down; lest I forget and start having nightmares of a house full of chard.
Always start by washing and de-stemming the swiss chard. I then usually fold the leaves in half lengthwise and make a lengthwise cut, then chop the chard. From here you can easily toss them in a skillet with some olive oil and garlic and call it a side dish. I’ll also use sauteed swiss chard in scrambled eggs and quiche (or egg pie as it is called in our house) here’s a link to my favorite recipe.
My husband’s favorite swiss chard recipe goes something like this:
*sautee swiss chard with garlic and olive oil, put aside
*in a fry pan with some oil, cook 4 chicken sausages (apple or sweet Italian will work)
*when the sausages are almost finished, add the swiss chard to the sausage pan, pushing everything to the sides of the pan to make an empty space in the middle. Add a touch more oil to the empty space and fry 2-3 eggs.
*slice the sausages and divide the eggs among plates, add salt and pepper to taste.
Our most recent swiss chard experiment looks like this: (and we definitely would eat it again!)
*one pork tenderloin, slice lengthwise but not all the way through, so you can open it like a book.
*use a meat mallet to flatten the pork slightly.
*season with salt and pepper, place sauteed swiss chard (8-10 leaves worth) on the pork and sprinkle with approx 1/4 cup crumbled goat cheese.
*roll it all up and use toothpicks or skewers to keep the meat together. Brush with some olive oil and cook in a baking dish at 350 degrees for about 30 minutes, or until meat is cooked through.
I have also recently looked in to freezing swiss chard and while it looks promising, I haven’t attempted it myself. With our fall crop planted in the garden already, I’m sure I will be making freezer space come October!
Heath and Happiness,
Cerissa
I’d love to hear about how you use swiss chard!
A million excuses. I have them all. I’m simply going to say “working mom of two young children with a one hour commute” and hope that covers it. I miss writing and documenting about my family and our adventures and the garden. Sadly, I just haven’t been able to make it a priority when I’ve been sleep deprived and (lately) computerless. Okay blog, lets get to know each other again…
I feel like butternut squash soup is ‘in’ right now. So many people seem to be making it from scratch and I decided to give it a try myself a few weeks ago. It came out okay and then I tweaked the recipe when I made it this week and achieved yummy deliciousness! So here it is:
Wash 1 butternut squash and cut in half. Put it face up in a roasting pan.
Trim and peel 3 carrots. Add to roasting pan.
Core 2 apples…put in roasting pan.
Cut 1 onion in half and…put in roasting pan.
Peel and cut 2 sweet potatoes. Add to pan.
Drizzle with olive oil and roast in 375 degree oven for 40 minutes or until soft.
Scoop squash from its peel and put in blender. Add everything else to the blender, working in batches if necessary. Add water (usually a cup) until desired consistency. Sometimes I will add a bit of apple cider for flavor. Season with salt, pepper and nutmeg to taste.
Yum!
Health and Happiness,
Cerissa
Bean hijacked crafternoon today. Tuesday crafternoons began so I could plan to have structured time with my kids and give them artsy project time that they love. I take responsibility for planning the activities each week, with input from them around themes. Being a teacher, I tend to organize the materials and give a general overview of steps and then join them in the creating.
Today was different.
From the moment we sat at the table, Bean had a plan: “Mama, I’m gonna need some brown paper and color paper and glue”. Me: ” I was thinking we would use this craft paper to make a tablecloth and place mats for Thanksgiving”. Bean: “I’m going to make a turkey place mat with color paper”. I started to fight it and attempt to persuade her to see my idea, but there was no convincing her. I got frustrated for a moment and then I remembered why we are doing this to begin with…and just started to help. I got her the paper (and some for Doodle because obviously he wanted to do the same as his sister) and listened to what she needed and I helped. I cut out feathers and turkey bodies and heads and unstuck glue caps. I let go of my need to control and found joy in the process.
Bean was very proud of her work and they both ended up loving coloring the Thanksgiving craft paper tablecloth after all. Now they have a project every day after school for the next week!
My Bean collects toilet paper tubes. “We should reuse these”, she’ll say (she’s really great at reusing and recycling). Problem is, I have some kind of creativity block when it comes to paper tubes. I know there are a million things to do with them, I am just never compelled to do any of them, they never catch my attention enough. Until last week when I saw these adorable creations at my work.
Painting the tubes |
For this craft you will need: toilet paper tubes, tempera paint, orange construction paper, google eyes, and old greeting cards (or other colorful paper) and glue. You’ll need to squish down the top of the tube to make the ears and then paint. Add google eyes and an orange paper triangle nose. Cut your colorful paper in an oblong shape and attach. I love seeing how each owl seems to have it’s own personality!
As the winds whipped through the woods and rain drummed on the roof, I had an unexpected moment of clarity as I looked around my home and realized that there was no place else I would rather be. Now, clearly I love my husband and my children are the joy of my days but occasionally this obviousness is hard to see. Does that ever happen to you? The days pass, routines are followed and fun is had, but it is all a blur?
On Monday afternoon, I had a moment. One that I can distinctly remember, which is a novelty in my crazy life right now. The power had just gone out and I had been home with the children all day. My husband left work early due to the storm and we were enjoying the last bits of daylight while sitting in front of the sliding glass window. Sadly we couldn’t remember the last time all of us had sat to play a game together. We played Memory and we were all swiftly beaten by my 2 1/2 year old son (hereby known as ‘Doodle’). My Bean, upset by her younger brother’s triumph disappeared to the playroom, we assumed to pout. Moments later she emerged with a tower of puzzles, one for each of us, and amazed us with her thoughtfulness. We all completed our puzzles with much verbal support from Bean and as the sky darkened and we began to light candles, I thought how lucky we were to be stuck inside, together, forced to live a simple life.
We had dinner by candlelight and listened to the (hand-crank) radio. We weren’t able to eat some of the foods that the children wanted, due to the power outage, but they were surprisingly okay with it. We rise to the occasion, I suppose. After dinner (and cupcakes) I stood in the candlelit kitchen as the chaos rose up around me, children in headlamps running circles after each other in the dark, I felt a sense of calm and was fulfilled by the love of my family.
So thank you, Hurricane Sandy, for giving me a moment to remember what really matters.
Health and Happiness,
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