Baked Beans & Funfetti &…

I could hardly wait for the weekend to come to a close so I could happily report 2 things: 1) People actually ate my baked beans…technically they are my Aunt Tootsie’s since it’s her recipe, but only one spoonful remained and I was pretty happy about that.  Maybe I’ll try my hand at super intimidating kitchen items like baked beans more often. Who knows, maybe this weekend I’ll tackle mac n cheese.  Things might get crazy.  And 2) You guys, I actually made Harper’s class birthday treat this time around.  Like I actually made it.  She went with old school boxed Funfetti cupcakes and canned icing…girl is on it!!!  And now let’s all take a moment of silence to pray I actually remember to deliver them at lunch time tomorrow.  Who wants to call and remind me?!?!?

Sidenote:  Harper got this little pillow craft from a cousin for her birthday and she’s addicted.  She keeps taking all the fabric pieces out and redoing the entire thing.  If you have a crafty kid, I totally recommend Plush Crafts. 

I think I forgot to tell you, but I tried my first macaroon at Hope Spoken.  And then I died.  I might have eaten 211 chocolate macaroons because they are like heaven/brownie/cake/I really can’t decide the texture, but I want to marry it.  Now I need to learn how to make them asap.

The lady in the background is obviously stashing away macaroons for later…or maybe looking for lipgloss…I’d be stashing away macaroons.

Sometimes I set up our kid’s toys in funny positions and wait to see how they react.  Amon busted into loud laughter and lots of “Look momma look”s.  I mean, come on, it’s a bear on a lego car!

When you’ve been saving your money the final decision is hard.  And time consuming.  And patience inducing.  And I like to stand directly by the little self scanner machine and then they all just report back to me with their items they need price checked.  And then the person behind us at check out is always a bit perturbed when they realize we’re doing 4 separate checkouts.  Eeeeeek.

I didn’t know I had calico cat hair, but according to Harper I do.  And she clearly wants me to be more stylish…hello dress and fancy high heels.  My “have hope” dress does however slay me into a 1000 pieces.

   And these little canvases could easily become a consuming pastime.  I’m thinking about making some up to sell.  Just give me all the colors of the world.  Any particular wording you would be interested in seeing?!?!?

Hope your Monday is off to a grand start.  Each day has the potential to be crazy good.  Here’s to a week full of them.

Happy Monday!

Seven

1.  It’s Monday.  We just finished up therapy and next week is officially Amon’s last week of therapy.  Tear.  And what are you having for dinner tonight?  I would love to know.  I kind of loathe cooking and I’m always on the lookout for some easy, good dinners.

2.  This picture of Amon absolutely kills me because A) Waiting for donuts is hard even for me, but for an almost hungry 3-year-old it’s near impossible.  And B) He totally reminds me of a young Bob Dylan.

3.  Does anyone else have a random cereal jar?  Just us?  You know the small portion remnants of all the cereals in your cabinet…well, at our house we combine them all in one jar and it’s like a suicide of cereal.  Please tell me you remember mixing all the fountain drinks and calling it a suicide??!?!?!

4.  Josh Kelley and I are reading this book…again.  This makes for the 86th time 🙂  It’s just THAT good people.  Buy it.  Read it. Get ready for the change.

5.  Want to share some baked good love today?  Here’s what you do…make my Aunt Tootsie’s (Margaret for you fancy people out there) amazing homemade chocolate sauce and divide it into small jars.  I use cocoa powder.  Then buy the following: Breyer’s vanilla ice cream, mini M&Ms, spray whipped cream, cherries, sprinkles and some fun bowls if you can find them.  Put everything in a bag along with the chocolate sauce and give it away.  Just do it.  Ice cream is fun and brings about smiles.

6.  I’ve been working on my Bible Journaling prep for this Saturday.  I am so crazy excited/so nervous I may puke.  True story.  And I still have some spots available if you would like to join us.  Just shoot me an email at pitterpatterart at gmail dot com

7.  And orders.  You guys I am so out of sorts with balancing work and home now that my alone days at home are non-existent.  I’m learning again how to work with a little one in tow, but she’s the cutest little helper/mess maker in all the land.  God is teaching me everyday His ways are far better than mine and His dreams and desires for me are more amazing than I could fathom.

Another week.  I think it’s going to be an awesome one.

Happy Monday party people!

Hey Monday

How was your weekend?  How’s your Monday been so far?  The kids are off school today for our last and final day of fall break.  We’ve already constructed lots of Legos, endured an intense school day with teacher Harper and watched 3 episodes of Ninjago all thanks to our local library.  Does anyone else use their library?  We have the best one just right down the road.  We don’t have cable or netlix so hello fun DVDs for free.  Word.

We have such a busy week with baseball and soccer and another home study with our case worker and not to mention a thousand other things.  I meal planned yesterday so my mind feels a little clearer today.  Is that crazy?!?!  I just hate cooking so so much.  Baking I love, cooking dinner I loathe.  Monday: breakfast for dinner…eggs with spinach and salsa, bacon, yogurt and fruit.  Tuesday: tacos

Kelley Family Fun Fact:  Every Tueadsay we have tacos…taco Tuesday, hello.  Tacos, romaine, greek yogurt salsa, black beans, fruit, yum.  Easy and simple.

Wednesday:  Spicy garlic pasta (I add chicken and broccoli)  Thursday:  Burgers with salsa salad and refried beans…weird, I know, but so good.  Friday:  5 Ingredient White Chicken Chili (I add a can of black beans and only use 4 cups of chicken broth.)  I did all my shopping over the weekend and I’m cooking all my meat today.  This will make things a bit easier this week.

Amon got the croup last week so all weekend he was fun (insert sarcasm) and we purged more stuff from our house.  Baseball playoffs are in full swing which is another reason we love October.  My new favorite guy is Hunter Pence.  He’s just the gift that keeps on giving.  Oh and Josh Kelley ran another 1/2 marathon.  Super proud of you guys.  And it rained…like all weekend long.

I also decided to use up a bunch of creamed coconut I had bought in bulk.  This is where I admit to sweet Dana that I actually did not like the brownie recipe she recommended…I’m sorry Dana…it’s not you, it’s me…and maybe the creamed coconut.

Anyways, 4 bars of creamed coconut had taken up residence in our food cabinet and my OCD self could let them sit no longer.  Insert 4 recipes which required creamed coconut:  PB Fudge, Pumpkin Fudge, Pumpkin Spice Bread and Coconut Candy.  I’m only linking one of the recipes because the rest were pretty much flops.  Let’s jut say I gagged on the pumpkin fudge and had to spit out the pumpkin spice bread.  The bread was so so bad.  Seriously the worst thing I’ve ever made and maybe I just botched all the recipes or maybe I just need to stick to good ole sugar and flour and eggs for my desserts.

The bread was so bad I sent out messages proclaiming how awesome it was with hashtags like #yummo because I wanted to watch people’s faces when they tried it.  Mwuhuhahahahahahahaha.  I sliced the bread and bagged it individually.  Hudson said, “Mom you are going to be in so much trouble.”  I got Harper to try the bread and she said, “It feels meaty.”  One friend said it was the worst thing he’d ever tasted and he would never eat another thing I baked.  Hahahahaha.  It was so weird tasting.  Some said “why is it salty and gritty”.  “I need a drink.”  I sent the remaining loaf to Bible study with Josh last night and my friend Brooke sent me a text with other comments…”looks like meatloaf”, “tastes like sawdust”, “maybe needs icing”, “kind of like a Krystal” and “smells like dog food”.  You guys, it was awful.  The worst cooking day ever and I burned the palm of my hand bad and sliced the tip of my finger on a can of pumpkin.  It’s hindered my typing.  You wouldn’t even believe how long it took me to type this so far.  Redonkulous.

After the baking gone bad, I made my favorite chocolate chip cookie recipe and all was right with the world again.  Sigh.  But lesson learned, if you ever cook/bake something terrible, don’t toss it in the trash, instead talk it up and then watch with wondering eyes as you share it with friends and family.  So hilarious and fun.

So many other good and interesting moments this weekend.  And I’m ready for the week to start…pretty pumped everyone is going back to school tomorrow too 🙂  Now, lunch is calling and the post office…along with 4 Kelley kiddos.  See you tomorrow.

Happy Monday!

Excuse Me While I Ramble

The weekend was nothing short of just weird and unexpected.  Well laid plans went awry and the only thing which even resembled what I thought it was going to was Sunday…a few consistent constants…church, Cheyenne taking our first set of 2014 pictures and Bible study.  Everything else was haywire.

And that’s life.  All those curveballs and hurts and scars and love and kindness and letting go and realizing this is just another season…and you pull in real close to the ones you love the most…even though they are the ones you hurt the hardest sometimes…and the ones who are so familiar…and the ones who make you laugh and think hard thoughts…the ones who push you to be better…and like you for just you…incredibly flawed & all.  You dig your heels in and decide to stick this thing out because you know it will be the adventure of your lifetime.

After I finished up Scarred Faith it absolutely left my heart stirring in the most real and cultivating and “holy crap” way.  I know God is right there.  I know He’s stirring my heart and I’m just not quite sure what to do with it all.  So I have conversations with Josh Kelley in the dark and I wake him up just one last time because I just need to say one more thing…I need to run one more thought by him.  I hope my flesh doesn’t let the whirlpool of motion settle.  I hope my flesh will act.

Lately I am absolutely craving simplicity.  The simpler the better.  The simpler the easier my heart feels.  I need less.  Not more.  More makes me all anxious and so if it’s not nailed down to the floors in our house, there’s a chance it’s getting the boot.  Things I’ve been holding onto because they were Mom’s or things which were sentimental to me…I’m now realizing the joy in finding them new homes…in giving them with purpose.  They are truly just things…items…material possessions…the memory remains in me…not in the item.  Simplicity is singing my song…and it’s my jam.

I had a chance to talk about Mom last night at Bible study and I could have easily broken down into a big gushy puddle of tears.  It’s not often enough when I get to share about her.  To share about the ways she molded me.  Mom was easily the crazy parent when I was in school…the dorky mom.  She was known as “over protective” and she always knew exactly where I was and if I didn’t call when I was suppose to you better believe she was tracking me down and she asked all those far too personal, prying questions middle schoolers and teenagers don’t want to be asked.  And she prayed hard prayers.  And she did not shy away from her passionate love of Jesus or the fact that she needed His grace and forgiveness just as much as the next person.  And as I talked about her, the overwhelming emotion of how good, how really really good she was could have smothered me.  All those things I didn’t like about her then, all those things that made me cringe with embarrassment, I now absolutely adore and appreciate and will aim to be the very same way with my children.  Because I knew she wanted me to make good choices…”just do the right thing Laura”…and I knew she wanted me to love Jesus more than anything else in this world.

And honestly the weekend was hard…and today wasn’t too much better.  Things all awry everywhere.  And in those hard moments I’m thankful for a God who provides hope…and not just any kind of hope, but sometimes this hope that makes you laugh and then all weepy at the same time.  Today it came in the form of Amon using the potty.  And I got all weepy as I took in the moment as I watched Harper, Solomon, Hudson and myself all standing around our bathroom watching and waiting and encouraging Amon to just pee.  And you know what, he did.  And then he did again later.  And then, what the what, the kid even went number 2.  And every single time we cheered like crazy yahoos and ate treats and gave hugs like we just won the super bowl.  All we needed were our goggles and bottles of bubbly.  With all our communication struggles I feel like God just reached right down today and gave me a high-5.  Like, hey, you can do this…everything is going to be alright.

Just when you feel defeated…just when you start to really lose it…in those moments I feel like God likes to be all, “Hey.  Wait just a moment.  I am still good and therefore you’re life is still crazy good.  So why don’t you just soak Me up and rest in this hope and grace and mercy and unconditional love I’m handing you.”  And it’s hard to do that sometimes, but I did, just for a moment.  And in that moment all the junk just melted away and I saw again how amazingly gracious God has been to us.  How He really is so good and how He loves us just perfectly perfect…even when things seem to go haywire.

So long Monday!