There is nothing like my boys dancing like fools to bring a smile to my face. We all ended up doing the next song, good times were had by all.
Sunday, 1 April 2012
Friday, 23 March 2012
Crafting Madness!!!
On the Dautel side we are given the option of what we want to do but there is a lot of creativity and thought on my families side too. This year I had my brother for our gift exchange and I made him a chest filled with things we enjoyed together as children. I took a wood chest and covered it in crafting paper, then added pictures of their own family over top of the paper. I filled it with Lego, pick-up sticks, and books. My brother had me as well and I got a huge pail of farm honey for my food storage as well as some fun Christmas decoration blocks. I think it is so fun how everyone has their own personal touch to whatever gift they give.
Another fun idea I saw that I thought might be a cute gift (especially for the kids) is a crayon letter of the first letter in their name. Though I am still undecided as to what exactly I want to do, I am grateful for other peoples creativity for inspiring me.
Tuesday, 20 March 2012
~Eat Your Veggies! and Other Food Adventures~
So lately I have been on a kick to get more veggies into my family meals... but in a way that the boys will eat them. I'm lucky in the fact that Aodhan and Luke both love vegetables but I don't like doing the same old same old.
One of the great things about Aodhan is he loves soup and one of his favourite kinds is Wor Won Ton. When we were in Taiwan I learned how to make lion head soup which is similar minus the won tons. I found a basic recipe years ago and from that I have customized it to our families tastes (I am not a measuring and recipe following kind of girl). The base of my Lions head soup is pork meatballs that are kind of like the filling for a won ton. I use bok choy, carrots, baby corn (Aodhan's favourite), celery, red peppers, mushrooms, onions, chicken broth, and noodles. You cook up the meatballs, add the veggies, next comes the stock, and in the last few minutes you add the noodles. A yummy, hardy, vegetable filled meal for the family.
One of the great things about Aodhan is he loves soup and one of his favourite kinds is Wor Won Ton. When we were in Taiwan I learned how to make lion head soup which is similar minus the won tons. I found a basic recipe years ago and from that I have customized it to our families tastes (I am not a measuring and recipe following kind of girl). The base of my Lions head soup is pork meatballs that are kind of like the filling for a won ton. I use bok choy, carrots, baby corn (Aodhan's favourite), celery, red peppers, mushrooms, onions, chicken broth, and noodles. You cook up the meatballs, add the veggies, next comes the stock, and in the last few minutes you add the noodles. A yummy, hardy, vegetable filled meal for the family.
Another thing we eat a lot of in this family is salads. Recently I decided I wanted a Greek salad (minus the olives) for dinner and I was having a hard time thinking of what would go good with it. Then I thought well what about pitas, chicken, and tzatziki sauce?!?! So me being me I looked up a recipe for Pita bread and made my own from scratch with a yummy salad, chicken skewers, and homemade tzatziki sauce. Everyone loved it!
This week I am trying the Salads in a jar idea I found on Pinterest. I will have to post if it is a success or failure.
Tuesday, 13 March 2012
Death
Today is a vent day.
So I sit here thinking of my grandma as she lays dieing and I have so many things that are going through my mind. Death is not unknown to me, I have had 4 people close to me die in the last few years. Each death brings with it different regrets and pain. I don't know what is worse, loosing someone so quickly that you do not get the chance to let them know how much you love them (that one last time) or watching someone suffer as you selfishly hoard as many memories away as you can.
I can say with my grandma as hard as it to fathom not having her, that I hope that her journey on this earth does not last much longer. I feel shame for being frustrated with her the last few good months I had with her before she became sick, I regret that I didn't make the effort to see her more when she lived so close and I had the time, and I selfishly think how come there are bad people still walking around when someone so good has to leave us. In the end I guess the only thing I can do is hope that she truly knows how much I love her, how much she impacted me, and how empty a part of our lives will be without her presents.
A few years ago she asked me to make a poem for her funeral (she has always been one of my biggest fans), at the time I told her to stop talking like that and she chuckled in the way she always did and said well we all gotta prepare for the end. I decided instead to write a poem celebrating her life and I gave it to her the next Christmas. I am going to add it below, though the end has been changed to what it will be for her funeral. I don't know how I am going read it there but maybe her love shining down will give me the courage. Sorry about the vent but I needed to write somewhere all the thoughts going through my head.
And as she grew her beauty shone bright,
An inner peace, a radiance of light.
She dreamed of a husband and a child or two,
And one day not long after her dreams came true.
So I sit here thinking of my grandma as she lays dieing and I have so many things that are going through my mind. Death is not unknown to me, I have had 4 people close to me die in the last few years. Each death brings with it different regrets and pain. I don't know what is worse, loosing someone so quickly that you do not get the chance to let them know how much you love them (that one last time) or watching someone suffer as you selfishly hoard as many memories away as you can.
I can say with my grandma as hard as it to fathom not having her, that I hope that her journey on this earth does not last much longer. I feel shame for being frustrated with her the last few good months I had with her before she became sick, I regret that I didn't make the effort to see her more when she lived so close and I had the time, and I selfishly think how come there are bad people still walking around when someone so good has to leave us. In the end I guess the only thing I can do is hope that she truly knows how much I love her, how much she impacted me, and how empty a part of our lives will be without her presents.
A few years ago she asked me to make a poem for her funeral (she has always been one of my biggest fans), at the time I told her to stop talking like that and she chuckled in the way she always did and said well we all gotta prepare for the end. I decided instead to write a poem celebrating her life and I gave it to her the next Christmas. I am going to add it below, though the end has been changed to what it will be for her funeral. I don't know how I am going read it there but maybe her love shining down will give me the courage. Sorry about the vent but I needed to write somewhere all the thoughts going through my head.
Grandma
She came from humble beginnings with two loving parents,
A bright beautiful child, sibling, and friend.
To a family that loved her to the depths of their hearts,
Can any of us ask for more than this gentle start?And as she grew her beauty shone bright,
An inner peace, a radiance of light.
She dreamed of a husband and a child or two,
And one day not long after her dreams came true.
But life tends to hand us adversity to face,
But along with adversity, strength and knowledge follow its place.
No matter what trials or tribulations came her way,
She would cry, she would pray, and than face each new day.
For she was a mother with children in her keep,
And that was always more important to her than losing some sleep.
She tried to give them the world in the palm of their hands,
Instead she built strong loving children like only a mother can.
Step by small step, with heartache and tears;
with pain and joy, with love and fears.
With kindness and patience she faced the world,
For family, for love, and a shy little girl.
She taught me to be the best me that I can,
She imprinted my life, all that I will be, all that I am.
And as she aged and wisdom she faced,
More beautiful she became in her last earthly stages.
She gave herself freely to church, family, and friends,
Because she learned in life love is eternal, it never ends.
And as we weep for the loss of this angel on earth,
The angels in heaven rejoice in her worth.
Thank you dear grandma, mother, sister, and friend,
Your legacy lives on forever, because of you we never end.
Jessi Leigh
Saturday, 10 March 2012
JOURNALS... JOURNALS... JOURNALS!!!
I LOVE WRITING and though I enjoy many different forms of writing the one that I've done the longest is Journal writing. Throughout the years I have filled more than my share of journals with age old woe's and what I thought was wittiness. Seriously, go back and read some of your diaries from when you were a teenager (it's hilarious). I know what some of you are thinking... I can hear the "BUT JESS, IT'S SO BORING THOUGH" as I write this, anddddddddd I agree with you to some extend. So with this in mind I decided to try some fresh approaches to the old style diary.
The first one is my quote journal. As an avid reader I found myself constantly stumbling upon the great words of wisdom throughout the books I was reading. Now anytime I find something that gives me a "AH-HA" moment I go right away and write it in my journal (and why I found it important enough to write about). I honestly think this journal says more about me and what I believe than my daily events diary.
The second type of journal I am currently working is a journal for my son. I have always found it funny that kids do not think their parents can understand how they feel (let's face it.. I'm guilty of this too). I thought it would be awesome if I wrote to my son from his birth until he is a teenager and give it to him to read at a time we all need guidance. I think it is important for him to not only hear the stories I have from memory but see how I felt, why I felt that way, and what my hopes are for him through his life. I write everything to him, including when I am mad, when I am wrong (and when I am right), the things in the news that make me sad, the joys we have for the day, the lessons I hope he never has to face in life, and everything in between. I also keep little stubs and pictures from different trips we take and add them in there as well.
I will add some pages from my journal once I take some pictures of them and maybe this gives you a new idea for your own journal.
Monday, 27 February 2012
Snapshot of the Year...
So I have this great friend Bailey who is super crafty. That combined with Pinterest (one of my newest obsessions) inspired me to create a snapshot of the year for Aodhan putting together all his favorites. What a great idea!! And here the result of the first two I tried. I am going to go back in and darken up the font on the first one but not bad so far.
Monday, 6 February 2012
Things I can't live without.....
In no particular order...
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