We’re blanketed under a thick layer of snow. I’m loving it myself, although I regret not buying snow pants for the children this year. I think I felt it would be a little too soon to take Micah out in the snow for any prolonged period of time and judging from the thermometer I was probably right. I can’t wait until they’re big enough to really go sledding though!
I am nearing the end of my soup tolerance . . . I can only take so many cold months with warm and hearty meals before I start needing fruit. And salad. And grilled things. But days like this one call for soup again, with a big loaf of homemade bread on the side. There’s just nothing else appropriate for snowy days, is there? Continue reading
This post has been sitting in drafts for a while now while I debated whether or not to share it. It’s a touchy subject for some! We are not minimalists by any stretch of the imagination and our kids have plenty of toys. 😉 This is what works for our family.
This is probably one of the most challenging decluttering projects that I tackle and it’s one that comes back to haunt me every Christmas.
I think just about everyone has a well-meaning, loving, and generous family member (or several) who loves to shop . . . or maybe even lives to shop. 😉 And there is just something about Christmas and children that makes the shopaholics and non-shopaholics alike go wild (I’m not immune myself). They probably mean well, but left alone their excessive gifting can make the floors in your house start to sag. And while it can be relatively easy to part with stuff that you buy for yourself, it can be so challenging to part with things that someone just gave you!
Oh, and if the things they gave you are for your children? Decluttering mission impossible!
We have some notorious over-gifters (new word there) in our family. And today I want to talk about how I deal with the overwhelming influx of stuff every Christmas and birthday. Continue reading
I hope you all appreciate the sacrifice I made to get this recipe. Or at least, the sacrifice I was willing to make. I offered my soul in exchange for this recipe, but since I was asking an elder’s wife from church she didn’t seem interested in the trade and just sweetly obliged.
Chocolate makes me do questionable things.
Anyway, the important thing is: I HAVE THE RECIPE. You can’t imagine the feeling of power this gives me, knowing that I hold the secret to such incredible cookies. I wonder if I could trade this recipe for a Corvette for my husband?