Only half the alphabet?

Heading to the Albuquerque Balloon Fiesta for fun time with my family.

  Be back on the 12th to finish L-Z!

In My Heart On Thursday

"Curiosity is not a preparation."

-Elder Boyd K. Packer, The Holy Temple

Kitchen Kismet

I have been trying for hours to come up with something interesting that starts with "K".  All I can come up with are kitchens and kids.  Or koalas.  Kismet.  And Kit-Kats.  On a love/hate list my kids obviously go on the love side.  Koalas and Kit-Kats somewhere in the middle neutral ground.  My kitchen?  In a heartbeat I would trade in my kitchen.

First let me say that we live in a rental so we have what we have and that's what stays.  Size-wise, it's okay.  There are a lot of cupboards and drawers for storage.  The cupboards are painted gray, which seems like an odd kitchen color to me, but we've decorated in blacks and reds and I guess it's working.  We have a decent amount of counter space, which is an improvement from places I've lived in the past.  And, our stacked washer/dryer are in our kitchen and surprisingly I absolutely love that!

So what are the problems?  Two I can think of.  First, the cupboards are hung over the bar and require a person to bend over nearly parallel to the floor before speaking to the person on the other side-even when you're sitting.  Second, we don't have a dishwasher.  I used to feel spoiled complaining about not having a dishwasher, but not anymore.  It's seriously a problem.  Dirty dishes eliminate all that usable counter space and reality is that they just don't get done everyday.  Plus, if you remember my statement on the proper order of hand washing the dishes, you know my marriage would be much better off with an automated machine doing my dish cleaning.  

In the end, I love cooking, and so love being in my kitchen;  even if I don't love the kitchen itself.  I'll keep making do and dreaming of the day one of these kitchens is part of my home.

Other A-Z

Joy

On my new blog, Eating the Nibbly Bibs, the focus is 100% joy.  Both for my two boys and for me.  I'm working out of a fabulous book named Teaching Your Children Joy where I do a daily activity with them and then record my thoughts and observations on how it went.  

Here is a post from last week:

I'm InWhat I'm learning about parenting is this:  You have to be all in.  Children grow up whether you're intensely involved or not.  The opportunity we have is to be a part of that during the short amount of time we have with them.  And we choose the degree of intensity.

During the past four years I've had ups and downs-periods of complete attention and periods of viewing from the sidelines.  The last year I'd evaluate as fairly well checked out and the results are there to prove it.  Beck and I argue like he's a teenager.  Indeed I look at him and can see exactly what 14-year-old Beck will be.  But the good news is that that's true for the good times too!  I've noticed before, and I'm seeing it now...when I'm anxiously engaged in being mom to my two boys, they smile and laugh and want to be anxiously engaged with me.  It's a lesson worth learning, and one I'm sure I'll need to keep learning again and again.

Today's Teaching Your Children Joy activity was to "make spontaneity a high priority."  Be open to letting it happen anytime and anyplace.  It's hard to get past the point when you holler "No," or "Stop," "Sshhh!", but when you do it makes the world more interesting for both you and your child.

So try it.  Let them splash in a puddle.  Follow the direction of their pointing fingers and over-enthusiastic shouts of "LOOK!"  Clear the way and let them spin the kid cart while walking through the grocery store.  They'll be happier and you might just find yourself barefooted squishing mud between your toes.  

If you have little ones, or if you don't, I'd love to have you come on over and check it out... 

Eating the Nibbly Bibs

For earlier A-Z posts...

Yummy Yummy Ice Cream

Who on the planet doesn't love ice cream?  Or gelato, or Italian Ice, or frozen yogurt?  Well, anyways, I love ice cream enough for anyone out there who does not partake.

My favorite?  Definitely Chunky Monkey from Ben & Jerry's.

I was going to explain the inner struggle I have supporting Ben & Jerry's (loving their strong corporate culture while hating a number of their political/social stances), but, really, it's just ice cream, and I'm not strong enough to say no. 

In the end, I don't patronize their scoop shops anymore, but if my husband brings a pint home to smooth over our latest disagreement, I'm hardly going to turn down the cold and creamy treat.  Can you blame me?

Missed A-H?