Wednesday, April 24, 2019

Easter 2019

Question - how many Easter egg hunts does it take to spoil a child?


Answer - after extensive research, I have found it is 3 egg hunts, plus a few extra Easter baskets.

What a fun and beautiful weekend celebrating our Savoir and Risen King!

The weekend started out great with having our dear friends The Cartwrights over for dinner on Friday. They were in our small group for years (actually, the people who convinced us to start one), but then decided to start their own. I was so proud, but I also miss them terribly. Hanging out with them was just what I needed.

I worked Saturday morning, while also making rolls and carrot cake (<-- extra points if you candy the pecans that go on top). When I finished talking with my last patient we packed up and headed down to my Grandma Beverly's for her church's Easter egg hunt.

I have so many childhood memories from that church and I loved getting to see my girls have a blast playing games, eating cookies, drinking Kool-aid, and hunting for eggs.


We went to my grandma's house after for lunch and family time. We rotated in and out of the house for the rest of the afternoon. Then, my sister and her family stopped by our house for a few hours, which was lovely. I adore hanging out with them and wish their calendars were a little emptier and their house was a little closer.


I woke up super, super early on Sunday to start the cinnamon rolls, and then also made buckeye brownies, a veggie tray, and french onion dip (the caramelized onions are delicious). I was putting the last dish in the dishwasher when I heard the girls start to stir.


When they woke up to their Easter baskets Ina proclaimed that Easter was the best day of her life. Apparently a paint by sticker book, a LOL doll (what are these things?!?), and a new pair of goggles was all it took. Cora was all kinds of excited about her newest Little People Princesses and Mira was so happy to eat gummy bears for breakfast.

We hurriedly dressed, curled, and bow-ed and ran out the door to our absolutely amazing church service. I practically cried the entire time. Not just because of how thankful I am for my salvation (obviously), but also because of how thankful I am for all the wonderful people in my church. They are just the absolute best.


After church the girls and I headed to Grandma Frankie's for lunch while Dan stayed back for more church stuff. The girls barely noticed he was missing with all the fun that was to be had there.

They blew bubbles, hunted eggs, and flew kites. Mira covered herself and her new Easter dress in melted chocolate.




Before we knew it, our time was up and we changed clothes and headed to my dad's farm for our final "party" as Ina called it.

We cooked hot dogs over an open fire (by "we" I mean someone else other than me) while the kids ran around and enjoyed each other. After eating we went fishing in the same pond and on the same dock that I fished on during my entire childhood. All the kids caught multiple fish and Ina somehow managed to get her line tangled with the fish basket and the bracelet she was wearing (she is no doubt my child). We wrapped up the evening with yet another egg hunt and left just as the sun was setting.




I still don't think we have caught up on sleep. This was as perfect an Easter as I could ever hope for. <3



Tuesday, April 23, 2019

The Best Thing About Spring

Hello! Let's pretend like it is last week when I wrote this post but forgot to actually post it....


Do you want to know the absolute best thing about Spring?

There are so many great things - walking home from the gym and listening to the birds chirp their morning songs, hearing the frog croak outside our kitchen window, enjoying the beautiful flowers, and the amazing sunshine.


But, the very best thing is that during spring, the neighborhood kids that have been trapped inside all winter emerge from their houses and play with my children. So, instead of my children crying "Mom! Mom! Mooooommmmm!" while I am trying to cook dinner, do the laundry, clean the dishes, and feed the dog, they are otherwise entertained.


In a matter of days our streets went from empty and dreary to full and spotted with the bright colors of bikes, scooters, and basketballs. And kids...lots of them.


As soon as we pull in the driveway, Ina puts on her helmet and hops on her bike while Cora scoots down the street to see "her friends." Mira grabs my pinky finger and we walk down the street, and then back to home to start dinner, and then back down to check on the girls, then back home to check on dinner, repeating this process until dinner is ready. Then Cora doesn't want to go home and Mira doesn't want me to carry her and our dog got out of the fence again and it is raining and my heart rate graph looks very similar to the workout I had that morning...


I have also made friends with one of the moms in the neighborhood - Brooke! She shares my taste in beverages, allows my girls to play on her swing set, and lets me create meal plans and grocery lists for her, so she is pretty much the best.

Another highlight of late is that Mira's language has started to explode. She is adding multiple new words a day, like shoe, sock, cow, and moon, but my favorites so far are peese (please) and shishy (sissy - who is Cora; "Ina" was one of her first words).


Ina had Grandparent's Day at school, which was strategically during the book fair, so our family now has lots of new and fun reading material.

We also went to one of Ina's classmate's birthday parties at a trampoline park and I jumped and played for a little bit. I was feeling pretty cool and even attempted a few knee flips, but then decided my bladder wasn't strong enough for such showing off. So instead I almost died on the rock wall.


This past week we have had friends over for dinner three different nights which is always so fun and makes the week fly by.  The Champs stayed after small group for dinner on Sunday. The Davis family came over for tacos on Tuesday and the Cartwrights helped us eat grilled chicken on Friday. Add "entertaining" to the list of why spring is great.

Stayed tuned for an Easter post...hopefully soon.

This weeks' book: Where the Crawdads Sing. Recommend. Ugh, so good. I lost a lot of sleep over this one, trying to finish it as fast as possible.

Recipes to Share:

French onion chicken: delicious, even though I used way less cheese

Back Pocket Turkey Bolognese - wonderful - next time remind me to double it.

Cuban Sandwiches with slaw (told you they were on the menu again. I already want more. Recommend making your own rolls if you want it to be extra special.)

One Dish Wonder (cubed steak with veggies)- a very popular and easy dish at my house

Grilled chicken legs, baked potatoes (in the crock pot), and a salad - no recipes but just a reminder that dinner can be simple and delicious and have very little hands on time.

Tuesday, April 9, 2019

24/7 Helmets


I can almost exactly pinpoint what house we pass on the way home when the girls ask, "Can we ride our bikes when we get home?"


Mira has taken to wearing her helmet at all times, in an attempt to convince us to let her outside. Poor girl. She puts that thing on, stands at the door, and grunts/cries/yells until someone takes pity and decides that cleaning up the mud will be less miserable than hearing her beg.

Once outside, however, she decides she no longer wants the helmet on. Even so, it has come in handy on more than one falling occasion. Maybe 24/7 helmets aren't a bad idea.

This week we celebrated Dan's birthday. Ina woke up at 6:15 and as soon as I walked in from the gym she announced that we had to go get birthday donuts. I just had to support her celebratory spirit, so I complied.


Birthday donuts plus bacon.

After work I asked Dan if he would rather get Costco steaks or go out to eat to celebrate. Costco steaks win every single time. Particularly when paired with lava cakes and Blue Bell ice cream.


I am trying to teach the girls to enjoy celebrating others' birthdays as much as their own. They did a good job of getting excited, singing Happy Birthday, and giving presents, but when the day ended Cora proclaimed, "Tomorrow, it gets to be MY birthday."

Hmph. I guess we need a few more practice rounds.

I planned on having a normal work day on Friday, but a few minutes after I walked in the door from dropping the girls off at Danielle's and Ina off at school, Ina's school nurse (who is quickly becoming my most frequent incoming caller), called to say that Ina scratched her eye and needed to be taken to the doctor.

After calling her pediatrician, who recommended going to the ER, and quickly deciding to try a local ophthalmologist instead, we had an appointment within 20 minutes and a prescription for an antibiotic eye ointment 20 minutes after that.

Having kids has taught me many things, one of which is that you never know how your day is going to go, so always work ahead if possible. Always.


On Saturday we took Granny to the zoo and closed the place down. Having been there just a few weeks before, Ina, Cora, and I were the expert tour guides and we loved showing Granny, Dan, and Mira our favorite animals.


Dan rode the sky tram for the first (and likely last) time, Granny saw her first kangaroo, and Mira was mesmerized by all things that swam in the water - sting rays, penguins, sea otters, etc. Twenty thousand steps later, we were all ready for bed.

Sunday flew by with church, then the Nybergs for lunch, then small group, then the Champs for dinner. Our toy room and kitchen were destroyed and cleaned three separate times in 24 hours and I couldn't be happier.

Books Listened to:
China Rich Girlfriend - listening to the sequel was less daunting than reading the first Crazy Rich Asians. I have a bad habit of skimming over words I can't pronounce, which was a good chunk of that book. The third book is downloaded and ready to listen to over the weekend.

A Fatal Grace - the second Louise Penny Inspector Gamache book. I read the first one, Still Life, about a year ago but was meh about it. After hearing more raves, I decided to give the books one more try. I haven't finished it yet, so I will report back.

Braving the Wilderness: Love me some Brene.

Recipes to share:
Country Captain chicken with roasted brussels sprouts and brown rice - very delicious and unique flavor. Dan did request that I use chicken breasts instead of thighs next time.

Cuban sandwiches with french rolls, Parmesan sweet potatoes, and cabbage slaw - strongly recommend this meal. It is already on the menu plan for next week.

Monterrey chicken with re"fried" beans and brown rice/quinoa. Another strong recommendation.

Cashew chicken lettuce wraps with roasted broccoli - I used this for lunches and was very happy and not guilty at all with my decision to not share with my family.

Thursday, April 4, 2019

Grandma's Table



This past weekend after I had worked and Dan returned home from a church conference and Mira had refused to nap, but Cora, who doesn't usually nap on the weekends, had fallen asleep on my lap, we went against our usual stay-at-home-mentality and decided to go antiquing.

We were on a mission to find chairs to go around my grandparents' dining room table. The chairs my grandparents had were cane on the bottom and I knew from multiple unfortunate personal childhood experiences that cane bottomed chairs and kids don't mix well. We had searched the internet for sets of six chairs, but nothing looked right. Nothing felt right. Dan had the idea to have miss-matching chairs, but I was incredibly hesitant. I like for things to match and just any old chairs wouldn't work for such a special table.

After looking in ten stores, we were just about to give up and go home, when in the far back corner of the last store, Ina found five different chairs all right next to each other. Cora picked a small one with a heart shaped rounded top and Ina picked another slightly larger one with a violin shaped middle. Dan and I approved two more that had arm rests and lots of relaxing potential with excited nods.

My grandparents' table has been through too many family memories to count. It has stretched to 16 feet with 7 leaves and sat nearly 30 people for huge family Christmas dinners when we sang The Twelve Days of Christmas, covered it with parchment paper, and dumped huge pans of boiled shrimp, corn, sausage, and potatoes down for feastingIt was shrunk down short for my baby shower, just holding cake and punch to allow for more people to stand around it. It stood the test of Cramer card games, cousins hide and seek, and multiple gift wrappings.

Knowing that the table isn't in my grandparents' house and doesn't have my grandma's dishes on it absolutely breaks my heart and I almost didn't want it. Couldn't want it. The only place it belongs is sitting on top of golden-rod carpet, covered with a freshly ironed table cloth, matching dishes and serving plates, with platters of food from end to end.

When grandma and grandpa could no longer stay in their house, each of the grandchildren picked out one item. My grandma's chopping block was my obvious first choice. It is a beast of a thing that sat in the middle of her already crammed kitchen and held her knives, my grandpa's water cup, and any ingredients or utensils that were going to be used that day. It represented so many feelings and memories of the place I so loved. I was happy with my choice and thought it was enough. Things are just things, right?

But then the thought of their huge table being in someone else's house seemed impossible and with just one phone call, days before the auction, my dad made it mine. Ours.

Since then, the table has been sitting in my garage, wrapped and protected, as I tried to face the reality of bringing it into my dining room. Of it sitting anywhere else other than in my grandma's dining room where she made sure that everyone ate more than their fill.

To be honest, their house and many of its contents, both inside and out have a similar meaning. But, where do you stop? All of that, any of that, belonging to anyone else still seems impossible, months after they have moved into a long term care facility, the house has sold, and the auction closed.

Mourning a place is such an odd thing to do, particularly when the people who made the place what is was are still very alive. But, I knew the last time I saw the house that a part of my family, a part of me, was leaving. Days before the auction, we drove down one more time to say goodbye.

Knowing it was my last time there, I walked down the long laundry room through the swinging wooden door and then through each room trying to burn the images into my brain. I tried to remember exactly what I saw when I walked in and they were still there. Grandma in the kitchen finishing up dinner and Grandpa sitting on the couch watching a Royals game.

Dear God, don't let me forget.

How does a person say goodbye to a place like this? The house that built my childhood. Where I have celebrated every Christmas. Where my parents were married. Where I was married. Where I brought my friends for sleepovers in middle school. Where I have stayed weeks at a time with my cousins. Where I have brought my own children to play and build life long friendships with their cousins just like I have with mine.

The girls gave me questioning looks of concern as I sobbed my way out of there. In an attempt to explain, Dan asked me to tell them about some of my favorite memories of the house on the way home.

Through the tears I told them about staying up late playing pitch and waking up to play another game in pajamas. So many cards games, almost always boys against girls. Grandpa always kept score. Grandma always made sure there was a snack on the table.

Eating until I couldn't fit one more bite in my stuffed belly. Games of Marco Polo in the basement. Hide and seek outside. Swimming in the horse tank. Playing in the play house. The tire swing. The front porch swing. The 4-wheeler.

Presents stacked in every corner. Matching Christmas pajamas. Platters upon platters of cookies. Present scavenger hunts. Singing Christmas carols. Hunting for Santa.

I told them about home made ice cream. Sugary cereal with even more sugar on top. Chex mix. Chocolate sheet cake. Cottage cheese salad. Smoked chicken legs. Potato soup. Rolls.

I searched the corners of my brain and told them about the first tulips of the season. Looking at birds out the window. Memorizing bible verses. Hunting for craw dads in the creek. Smelling Grandma's perfume and trying on her jewelry.

Grandpa teaching me how to shoot a lay up. Grandma teaching me how to make rolls.

Late night movies. Early morning coffee. Waffles, bacon, eggs, and Grandpa's jelly. The newspaper. Crosswords. Football games. Baseball games. Grandpa's headphones. Always full candy jars.

But as I was talking I realized that more than any of that, I wanted them to know the feeling that washed over me as soon as I pulled into the driveway every single time. This was the place where I could put the rest of the world away and just be me. Unconditional love, free for the taking. I was suddenly filled with the strong desire to replicate that in my home, for my family.

Through the rest of the quiet car ride home I realized I wouldn't forget. How could I? My days in that house are what make me, well, me.

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As Ina and Cora were dragging their hand picked chairs chairs to the check-out counter of the antique store, so proud of their choices, and then again inside the house, picking the perfect spot for them to sit, I realized that they will probably remember the day they picked out their chairs for a long time. These were new family moments, new ways this table will be added to another generation of family memories.

Another generation of family memories, precisely what my grandparents were going for, what I am going for.

I hope I do it right.

Tuesday, April 2, 2019

Spring Stay

My mom called this morning just to see how I was, which really means that I haven't blogged in two weeks and I actually have to tell her what we have been up to.


(Her flame of hair cannot be tamed.)

Sorry Mom.

Two weeks ago Ina was on spring break, but we are going on a big family vacation in May, so in an effort to save our vacation days (and vacation funds), we stayed put.

One night Ina and Cora stayed with Grandma Frankie, who likely felt like a hurricane came through her house.



We rode bikes and scooters, grilled dinner outside, swang our hearts out, and generally enjoyed not being locked up inside after work. In just a few weeks' time, Ina has mastered the bike without training wheels. I actually had to tell her to slow down once because I was scared she was going to fall, but she knew she wouldn't.


One Saturday we met my friend Liz and her daughters at Science City. I hadn't been there since I was a kid and boy has that place improved!



The optical illusions, magnets, puzzles, and water features of the building were very cool, but what stole the show and all three Kendrick girl hearts was the outside features. So many cool things to play on!

I  think they would have played there until they fell asleep. Mira was as pleased as punch to be playing with the big kids and didn't seem to mind that she couldn't climb past the first level unless someone helped her, and she found a lot of that. Thankfully there was always an extra mom to save the day when she tried to step off the spinning ball or when Ina tried to squeeze her onto the next level through brute force.




The final day of Ina's spring break I made the last minute decision to use a vacation day and take her and Cora to the zoo while Granny kept Mira. This was the first time I have been to the zoo since I had kids that I didn't have to worry about a baby and we all had an absolute blast.



We purchased a pass with unlimited rides and it felt so good for my typical NO-self to breezily answer YES when Ina asked to ride the sky tram (so relaxing!) or when Cora asked to ride the carousel (her absolute favorite thing there).


We were there from open to practically close and saw just about every animal in the place. We pet the sting rays, which, much to Cora's dismay, were swimming in wet water. We fed the goats, jumped with the kangaroos (who were a little too close for Ina's comfort), made faces at the orangutans (while I jealously eyed their piles of beautiful kale leaves), and counted the penguins.

My favorite were the kangaroos, that were roaming free and jumping about, almost like a cartoon.


(Fun fact - if it were up to me, Mira's name would have been Roo or Rue, but Dan wouldn't budge.)

Cora has been begging to go back soon and we will. Soon.

I will have another post coming up this week, but until then, here are a few links to share:

Books I listened to:

P.S. I Still Love You and Always and Forever, Lara Jean. I have to admit that I am re-living high school through these books. I can't help but love Lara Jean and Peter and am so looking forward to watching the movie on Netflix.

Murder on the Orient Express: I needed something not romantic and MMD listed this as a good audio book. I did not expect to cry during the end.

Veronica Mars Million Dollar Tan Line  I love the TV show and Kristen Bell read this, so of course it was great.

More than Words: a sweet love story, but a little more R rated than I am used to. You have been warned.

We also finished up Anne of Green Gables. Oh how we all adored those books. We watched and cried our way through the PBS videos as well. The girls just love her and we reference her often. For example, whenever Ina is being dramatic I asked her if she is in the depths of despair and she usually laughs and snaps out of it.

I want to jump straight into Anne of Avonlea, but Dan votes for Little House on the Prairie, so I have to wait. Or I might listen to it on my own. Shhh, don't tell.

Recipes to share:

Bibimbap bowls - a great meal prep recipe. Don't skip out on the kimchi.

Pollo Sabroso with green sauce - never ever ever gets old.

Herb roasted pork loin with roasted potatoes and brussels sprouts- make that sauce. Now.

Cheeseburger salad - I know you are sick of me posting this recipe, but I will never get sick of making it. #SorryNotSorry

Monterrey chicken pasta - I made the mistake of using a "weird" BBQ sauce on this and it changed the flavor of the whole dish. BUT, I think the concept of the recipe is good, so we will likely make it again.

Peanut dragon noodles (add whatever vegetables that need to be used in your fridge and you won't be disappointed. We used bell peppers, cabbage, and carrots)

Kale salad with a pecan parmesan topping as a side when Dan smoked meat and Danielle made these amazing parmesan sweet potatoes when The Champs stayed for dinner. Gunner sat down to the table and said, "Of course, there is kale salad," and I don't know if I have never felt more understood.


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