Here is a view from the other end of the gym. I love coming from a big family.
I wasn't going to bring the camera to the party because I wanted to just visit, but at the last minute I grabbed it and figured I would get a few fun shots and call it a day. I wish I had brought a wider lens, but it had then I would not have been able to capture....
This post is not for those who are sensitive so please move on to something else if you are worried. I wouldn't let my children read this, except that they are the reason there is a post, but please be warned.
Meet Alfonso. He's our rooster. We have a happy coop and egg producing hens. We have learned that you don't need a rooster in order to have egg production, but that is for another farm lesson.
Meet our hens (yes, they have boy names... not sure why)
Meet our neighbor. (We love living close to family) He has chickens as well, but they are currently not producing any eggs. Thinking it would be a great idea, I mentioned that he could borrow our rooster and see if that helped in the egg production.
Meet the daughter. She is not pleased to hear me make this offer and exclaims, "Mom, you are pimping out our rooster!"
I try and explain, but suddenly everyone becomes involved and I've made our rooster a prostitute and there is talk of STDs.
SERIOUSLY! I'm having a conversation with my girls about whether or not chickens can pass an STD or if they even have them. The conversation went no where quickly and there was no resolution.
I'm still not convinced that worrying about the morality of our chickens is necessary. Besides he's already a polygamist.
We have a little room. The darling father immediately claimed it as a sanctuary: a place of refuge from the chaos. We stocked it with books, lamps, a writing desk, and a big comfy chair. The children love to curl up with a book and a blanket. This is how it looks most days, now that the boys have taken claim.
Legos are the best! They can spend hours building and playing. The little babies love to dump out the bins. We might have to rethink the function of this room.
I have a bin in the closet where I keep gifts to have on hand, primarily receiving blankets. I have neglected the gift box and found it to be empty when I received an invitation to a baby shower several weeks ago. Hemstitched a few blankets and started crocheting (thus no applique photos as of late). I have not photos because I've finished them right in the nick of time. Now I can concentrate on a filling the bin back up.... not to mention enjoying the long weekend with everyone home. Happy Thanksgiving.
Monday's family home evening (actually it's every family home evening). I'm hoping the consistency of our lessons will eventually help because the lesson certainly wasn't fostering any additional growth. After the closing prayer two of the girls (Fred and Gus) decided they needed a bit of fun as well, of course they both ended up in tears.
They are so cute and tiny. They smell like the chickens. Still not sure about the chickens especially after they got out of the coop the other day, right after the children left for school. I was not pleased to try and get them back in. Waited until I got some help. Little man Brick is our best chicken catcher. He is fearless and quick and caught the first 2.
Arnold commented that they are "pre-dyed" so Easter will be easy this year.
They are so tiny, I'll have to use two eggs for each egg in a recipe.
“There are cycles of good and bad times, ups and downs, periods of joy and sadness, and times of plenty as well as scarcity. When our lives turn in an unanticipated and undesirable direction, sometimes we experience stress and anxiety. One of the challenges of this mortal experience is to not allow the stresses and strains of life to get the better of us—to endure the varied seasons of life while remaining positive, even optimistic. Perhaps when difficulties and challenges strike, we should have these hopeful words of Robert Browning etched in our minds: 'The best is yet to be' ("Rabbi Ben Ezra," in Charles W. Eliot, ed., The Harvard Classics, 50 vols. [1909–10], 42:1103).” L. Tom Perry, "Let Him Do It with Simplicity", Ensign, Nov. 2008, 7
A great reminder as I've been less than stellar the last few days. I've felt overwhelmed, not that anything different has happened to complicate my life. The monotony of the days and tasks seems to have taken on a life of it's own. Of example if I have to change another dirty diaper I might explode. It's an unrealistic comment to make and I'm creating a burden where one does not exist.
Burdens provide opportunities to practice virtues that contribute to eventual perfection. They invite us to yield “to the enticings of the Holy Spirit, and [put] off the natural man and [become] a saint through the atonement of Christ the Lord, and [become] as a child, submissive, meek, humble, patient, full of love, willing to submit to all things which the Lord seeth fit to inflict upon [us], even as a child doth submit to his father.”2 Thus burdens become blessings, though often such blessings are well disguised and may require time, effort, and faith to accept and understand. L. Whitney Clayton, That your Burdens May be light, Ensign, Nov 2009
So as I tackle the endless mounds of laundry, dishes and whatever task I undertake I'm hoping to find the joy in being able to do those things. Thankful that I'm not sick in bed. Thankful that I have an amazing family that makes the messes. I am humbled as I remember that I would do anything for them.
It was Fred's turn to help with dinner. She did a great job getting the pork in the crock pot before leaving for school, shredding the meat (tasting a bit more than necessary in the process), and heating up the beans.
In the process she asked, "Mom, when the beans start to breathe does that mean they are done?"
I'm afraid my giggling prevented an immediate answer, but I said that yes once the beans (molidos) were bubbling they were done. One of the joys of being a mother, seeing the world describe through the understanding of a child.
One of my favorite salads. I've tried a few different recipes but my friend Mel's is my favorite. (Thanks Mel.)
Cafe Rio Pork 3 lbs pork roast (rump roast) 1 cup dark brown sugar 1 cup Worcestershire sauce 1 tsp dried oregano 1 tsp powdered ginger 1 tsp salt 1 tsp chili powder 1 tsp garlic power (or granulated garlic) 1 tbsp dried minced onions
Add all ingredient and cook in crock pot (start in the morning). 1 hour before serving, shred pork and dump out remaining juices. Then add:
1 cup dark brown sugar 1 cup red enchilada sauce
Heat for an hour and serve
Cafe Rio Dressing 3 tomatillos, quartered 1/4 cup buttermilk 1/2 cup mayonnaise 1/2 cup sour cream 1 package dry ranch buttermilk dressing 1 cup fresh cilantro 6 green onions 2 cloves garlic 3 tsp sugar 1 fresh jalapeno (to taste juice of 1/2 lime
In food processor blend all ingredients. Refrigerate until serving.