A treasure trove of the sometimes logical and sometimes mindless ramblings of a woman in the throws of motherhood.

Sunday, September 12, 2010

Light up the sky...

Ironically...I use that term loosely because I believe in an almighty God...right after I posted my last entry about wallowing and feeling alone I stepped outside and had the most amazing experience.  I had the privilege of watching a thunderstorm make it's approach into Abilene.  Now, I am not normally a thunderstorm person.  I grew up in areas prone to tornados, and so I have a healthy fear of all things "thundery" and "boomery".  But, just in case you didn't get the memo, I love Texas...and that seems to have changed a lot of things for me.  The sky is absolutely HUGE here and it gives you a wonderful vantage point from which to view God's spectacular weather systems.

 In that moment of seeing the bolts of lightning streak through thick pillars of dark clouds and feeling the wind swirling around my body, I knew I was not alone...God was present.  Just like each and every day of my life.  Why do I forget this?!  I grabbed my camera...






The pictures hardly do the moment justice, but I needed a tangible reminder of that moment with my God.  I have a favorite song right now by The Afters called "Light Up the Sky" that sums up a lot of how I felt that night.  God is always present in our lives and is constantly reminding us of this.  We only have to open our eyes and look around to see the evidence!

Saturday, September 11, 2010

nothing to do but Wallow...
Do you ever have one of those moments where you are feeling stupid and sorry for yourself?  I am having one of those nights.  It's probably being brought on by the fact that my husband is out of town and for the first time, since the move, I am completely on my own to contemplate.

I really love living in Texas.  My heart feels as big as the state every time I go outside and feel the wind in my face.  That has probably been the one thing that has "saved" me since moving here.  But here I sit, kids in bed, with nothing to do but wallow.  I wish I had a close friend that I could call up to come over and sit on the couch with me.  We could drink a cup of tea and she wouldn't care that I was feeling sorry for myself or that I looked like I was feeling sorry for myself.  I have had a handful of these kind of friends throughout my life...and it's their faces that  I wish I could see right now.

That is the hardest thing about military life.  I love the adventure of moving and living in different places.  If I lived 200 years ago they would say I have "wander lust".  My romantic heart sees the true beauty in all of the places that we go.  But there is that shy part of me that takes a really long time to foster the type of relationship that I am craving.  I have a very outgoing, charismatic husband.  He is the complete opposite of me.  It's what drew me to him and what I love about him.  But, I think I tend to hide behind him, peering out until it is safe to test the waters myself.  Only to find, the packers are coming and it's starting all over again.

Friday, August 27, 2010

back to Life...back to Reality...


The first week of school is coming to a close and we all survived.  This has been a summer of really big changes and I think that we were all ready to slip into some kind of normal again.




We really like the school system that we are zoned for....Wylie ISD.  The boys both go to different schools, which is interesting.  Carter goes to Wylie Elementary, which houses grades K-2, and Dawson goes to Wylie Intermediate, which houses grades 3-5.  Both of them seem to really like their schools and, surprisingly, the independence of being on different campuses.  There are no uniforms required at the schools which the boys LOVE, but I oddly miss.  They also both have lockers.  This seems to be the thing that makes going to school an over-the-top experience!

Carter's teacher is Mrs. McGuire.  She seems really sweet and full of energy.  She appears to be a good fit for our "all boy" and sometimes mischievous Carter-man. I am looking forward to getting to know her more and getting involved with the school.  He has already made a good friend, Conner, who sits next to him.  
The big news for Dawson this year is that he changes classes.  He has 3 teachers.  Mrs. Trumble (seen above) is his homeroom teacher and teaches Language Arts.  He also has Mrs. McMillan for math and Mrs. Howdeshell for science and social studies.  He loves his teachers and, frankly, so do I.  He comes home with a smile on his face everyday.  He is making good friends and seems completely at home.  I love the "big kid" atmosphere at his school.  It's going to make the transition to Jr. High much easier next year.

I was reminded this morning as I dropped them off, for their first Friday at school, just how important football really is to our Texas countrymen.  It was a sea of school shirts and cheerleading outfits.  Even the teachers and Moms were decked out.  They are not playing around here!  I see many purple t-shirts and paw-print tattoos in our future. 
Go Wylie Bulldogs!!

Friday, August 20, 2010

turning 10...

Dawson just had his 10th birthday...yes, I said 10!  Believe me, no one is more astonished than I am!  So many things changed on that August day 10 years ago...a child was born, a mother was born and a family was begun.  This feels like such a monumental moment as I look around the bend and see the man, that  my child will be, standing before me.  What an amazing gift to be a mother...to birth these children into the world and watch them grow.

Dawson...10 years of loving you, laughing with you, teaching you, watching you grow (and growing myself), being in awe of you...Precious boy...Happy Birthday!!


Just a little side note:  We did not buy Dawson this DSi for his birthday.  He saved up $100 for a whole year, because he wanted one.  Both sets of grandparents gave him a combined $70 for his birthday, so he was able to purchase it on his actual birthday.  He has been so proud of how he saved and waited.  That DSi means more to him because he worked hard for it...Dave Ramsey would be proud!

Thursday, August 19, 2010

my little Girl turns 4...

Genevieve just had her 4th birthday.  What a day that was!  I did learn a valuable lesson though...don't make kids wait until the afternoon to open their presents!  It's just unnecessary torture!

Everything was "Strawberry Shortcake" themed this year.  And, in keeping with tradition, I made her birthday cake.

There were many presents...

Blowing out of candles...

And much celebrating...
I just cannot believe that I have come to her last year of staying home.  Next year it will be back-to-school clothes, backpacks, lunch boxes and meeting teachers.  She is very excited about all of those things.  But for one more year, she is mine and mine alone.  And I am going to absolutely cherish every moment of her being just my baby.


Friday, August 06, 2010

nostalgic Subs...

The kids and I recreated their favorite Firehouse Subs sandwich for lunch today.  We were doing that because it is a place that we really love to eat; but, sadly, Abilene does not have one.  This made us nostalgic for Florida and spawned an interesting conversation. 


I asked them:  "What is the one thing you miss most about Florida?"
Dawson:  "beautiful water when we go to church"
Carter:  "our house...my friends...everything"
Genevieve:  "Grandmommy"


Then I asked them:  "What is the one thing that you like most about Texas?"
Dawson:  "really nice people"
Carter:  "that we almost have everything unpacked"
Genevieve:  "our house"


There are things, places and people who leave an imprint on our lives everywhere we go.  That is what makes up the unique quilt of our existence.  It is interesting to watch the children as their lives are sewn together...noting who and what is making a difference.

Wednesday, August 04, 2010

i guess it's Official...

I was at the gas station several weeks ago.  I slipped my  credit card in and out quickly and then entered my billing zip code.   But, unlike previous times it didn't immediately accept my card, it rejected it.  I stood for a split second puzzled by the problem.  And then it hit me...I had entered my Florida zip code.  I tried again...this time entering my Texas zip code.  Of course, it went right through.

There standing at the gas pump, I thought, "Well...I guess it's official.  I am a Texan."  Tears welled up in my eyes and a pang for "home" went through me.  I was struck by the thought of how a person can be surrounded by people and be so completely alone.  Just as the despair  was about to overwhelm me, a warm Texas breeze blew across my face and my eyes looked across the sky that doesn't seem to have an end... a feeling of pure joy came over me.

I love living here.  I love the heat... the wind... the sky... the foothills that you see as you come over the hill by our home.  I love the comfortable and easy kindness of the people here.  I feel like I understand now what all of the fuss is about.  I guess it's official...I am a Texan.

Tuesday, May 04, 2010

blog response...

A friend of mine recently wrote a great blog article about a very difficult topic...homosexuality.  This article was written in response to the news that Christian music artist Jennifer Knapp publicly announced that she is a practicing homosexual.  The article was interesting and insightful (and I am looking forward to future installments), but the thing that got my attention was the comments.  As I read them, I was privy to many different thoughts and perspectives.  I felt myself "bowing up" inside and feeling the need to stand on a soapbox.  It was in that moment I tried to figure out why I was getting upset.  What I really was feeling was sadness.  I decided to post my response comment on Momblings, because I don't ever want to forget what I was feeling in that moment and to remind myself that God is God...His ways and precepts never fail, no matter the discussions or actions of ourselves or others.

"I think that all of us have an area in our life where we struggle to give into the desires of our flesh and turn our back on the heart and nature of God. We all do that on a daily basis. It is our human struggle and our spiritual fight. If we are to be like God "with ever increasing glory", what do we do with all of this humanity? It calls for "working out our salvation with fear and trembling." It is a very personal process. It is so hard not to judge others and it is very hard not to "rank" sin. We must continue to encourage one another to keep God and His love our focus. He meets us where we are...and he expects us to meet each other at the same place. We all struggle, but we must all continue to lay down our own desires and sinful nature at his feet. This world and what we want and our momentary happiness is not what it is all about. God bless us all as we continue this life journey toward the greater end!"

1Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles, and let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us. 2Let us fix our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfecter of our faith, who for the joy set before him endured the cross, scorning its shame, and sat down at the right hand of the throne of God. 3Consider him who endured such opposition from sinful men, so that you will not grow weary and lose heart.  Hebrews 12:1-3

Friday, April 30, 2010

embrace Life...

Have you seen it? Have a tissue ready...it's incredibly touching. Protect yourself and those you love. Be safe & buckle up.




Thursday, April 29, 2010

a lesson in Modesty...

Genevieve and I have already had a lot of conversations about modesty. Well...conversations may be too big of a word (she is, after all, only 3)...mini-lessons really about being modest and how that translates into the real world. She often asks me..."Is this modest?" We get to discuss this quite a bit when we go down her favorite pink aisle at Target.

Last night, at AWANA, she went "shopping." (The children earn AWANA bucks for all the verses that they learn, attendance & bringing their bibles and books each week. Then, they turn them in for various toys and prizes.) Well, she came running out of the store quivering with excitement, held up a Barbie and exclaimed, "Look Mommy! I got a Barbie that's NOT modest." The moment was so funny that I was instantly distracted.

When we got home, she wanted to open the doll, but I began to realize that I could not in good conscience let her play with this doll. We had a discussion about the situation and I told her that she should not have bought the Barbie when she knew it was immodest. I also confessed that I did not make a good decision...I should have taken her back in the store and had her trade the doll for something else. So, we decided that Barbie could not come out of the box until she was dressed modestly. She and Carter instantly suggested that we borrow clothes from other dolls, but I explained that those dolls would then be dressed immodestly.

Realizing that this lesson was more important than getting her to bed on time, Genevieve and I headed out to Target to go clothes shopping. She picked out a sweet little dress for Barbie...complete with purse...and laid down her head on her pillow proud of herself. I too lay down peacefully...knowing that this lesson was about so much more than a Barbie outfit, but about the heart of my cherub faced 3 year old, who is blossoming all too quickly into a woman.
"Your beauty should not come from outward adornment, such as braided hair and the wearing of gold jewelry and fine clothes. Instead, it should be that of your inner self, the unfading beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit, which is of great worth in God's sight." --I Peter 3: 3-4

Monday, April 26, 2010

You led me...

I'm feeling stuck. Actually, I feel like I am suspended in jell-o. David and I keep running into road blocks at every turn. We were all set to move to Texas (which in itself was a huge deviation from where we thought we were going), when we found out that David is facing a possible RIF. The Air Force is downsizing and the chaplain corp is being greatly reduced. We were advised to stay put until May 24th in order to put together our packet at a base where we are well known. So our packet goes before a board of unknown military officers who will decide our fate sometime in the summer. In the meantime, we are still moving to Texas; but we have no place to live. Because of the extended time spent here, we "lost" the base house we were counting on living in. The stress level at times feels above what I am able to handle. David keeps reminding me that this is a great time to TRUST in the one who is in charge of it all. It's hard...but I continue to try...

Good morning the night is over and gone
I thought once this dark would last for so long

Feel the sunlight on my face
You have brought me through this place

Jesus, Jesus You found me
Through the long night you led me
You set me free

Do you see just what You've done in my life?
You gave me more than I hoped for now I

Feel the sunlight on my face
You have brought me through this place

Jesus, Jesus You found me
Through the long night you led me
You set me free
("You Led Me"--Barlow Girls)

Tuesday, April 13, 2010


How to Train Your Dragon...


We went to see the new DreamWorks movie, How to Train Your Dragon, on Saturday. I first heard about this movie while channel surfing one morning. I happened to watch a few minutes of Regis & Kelly. Kelly Ripa was talking about what a great movie it was and recommended it. The boys became aware of it after watching the preview over & over again one day in Wal-Mart while waiting for me to take Genevieve to the bathroom. They were very excited and so I thought it would be a fun Spring Break activity.


I was completely surprised by how great the movie was! It tells the story of Hiccup, a Viking teenager who doesn't exactly fit in with his tribe's longstanding tradition of heroic dragon slayers. Hiccup's world is turned upside down when he encounters a dragon that challenges him and his fellow Vikings to see the world from an entirely different point of view.


This movie touches the adventure seeking, dragon taming part of every little boy and every man who is still a "boy at heart." It is a captivating story and I highly recommend it for anyone 6 years or older. It still has us talking and has made it to our "must own" list.

Tuesday, March 30, 2010

count your Blessings...

Dawson woke up this morning with a sore throat...which, this week, could only mean one thing...strep throat. David took him to the clinic to have a throat culture. It, of course, came back positive. Carter is already home healing from strep. I went to tell him about his brother and this is how the conversation went:

"Carter...Dawson has strep throat."
His eyes got wide with excitement & he smiled. "Just like me?!"
"Yes...just like you."
Still excited, "Can two kids with strep throat play together?"
Philippians 4:8

8Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things.

Romans 8:28

28And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose.

Saturday, March 27, 2010

Kid Funnies...

Things are starting to "ramp-up" at our house this week. The stress of the move is getting to everyone. The only thing that gets me through it are the times when I can laugh. There are a couple of really funny things that the kids have done this week that are worth sharing.

On Thursday morning, we picked up some bagels from Panera Bread. Carter was home from school, because he has been sick. We gave him a half of a chocolate chip bagel and then went into the kitchen to fix ours. He came around the corner, threw his hands dramatically up in the air and said, "Mommy & Daddy...when I die...I want you to bury me in these bagels."

Genevieve was dancing around the room today while David and I were talking. She hadn't gone to the bathroom in a while so I asked her, "Are you dancing because you have to go potty?" She replied back, "No. I'm dancing because I'm beautiful."



Tuesday, March 23, 2010

Motherhood...

Kids keep you so grounded and humble. I was getting out of the shower today; and, of course, my daughter was in there with me. (For those of you who are mothers, you know that it is completely impossible to take a shower without an audience of small people, either in the room or standing right outside the door, banging furiously. For those of you who aren't yet mothers, don't get weirded out, it's just comes with the territory.) I always try to be as modest as possible when a child is around, but they inevitably see more of me than I would like them too. Genevieve took one look at the broken veins on my legs...ironically the very ones that being pregnant with her produced...and said, "Mommy, why do your legs have cracks in them?"

I took a deep breath and did not pitch the fit I wanted to. Instead I told her they were veins that had gotten broken.
"What are veins?"
"Well...they are tubes or straws that carry blood around our body."
"That's gross!"
I assured her that they weren't gross and that she, in fact, was also in possession of these essential body parts. I patiently showed her the blue lines on her wrist and the tops of her feet. She smiled big and said, "cool".

Motherhood...where else can you be an unwilling exhibitionist, the focus of medical curiosity and a science teacher all in the span of 2 minutes while soaking wet and wrapped in a bath towel?

Here's to keeping it real!

Friday, March 19, 2010

Off with Your Head Day..."

We have started a new tradition in the Black family household. It all started with one of our favorite children's books: It Happened in Pinsk by Arthur Yorinks and Richard Egielski. The book is about a man, Irv Irving, that has a great life, but only sees what others have that he doesn't. So on the morning of March 19th, he wakes up to find that he has lost his head. His wife fashions him a new one out of a pillowcase stuffed with socks. He then tries to go about his day but is mistaken for 3 different people. Through this experience, he learns that his life isn't so bad after all and that he has everything he really needs and wants. He does eventually find his head and he "was not known to complain, hardly ever again."

We decided to celebrate March 19th as "Off with Your Head Day." It would be a day of fun, food and focusing not on what we don't have, but on what we do have and how great our life really is.

We started off by making our own "pillowcase" heads.

Then we ate a delicious dinner of roast and veggies...and for dessert, chocolate pie (see my last post for the recipe). At the dinner table we talked about being content and I asked the children to tell me 3 things that they liked about their lives.

Dawson:
  1. family
  2. friends
  3. that he exists
Carter:
  1. family
  2. toys
  3. helping Mommy cook
Genevieve:
  1. doing art/coloring
  2. eating breakfast
  3. drinking milk
It was such a pleasant meal! No complaining or fighting...just spending time together focusing on what really matters. We ended the night with a family reading of It Happened in Pinsk, prayer and song. All in all...a great evening...and the start of a great tradition!

Saturday, February 20, 2010


Julie & Julia night...

I am currently, for lack of a better word, obsessed with all things Julia Child. It all started when I saw the movie Julie & Julia. If you have not seen the movie, it is a must see! The movie follows the story of Julia Child, during her formative years in France, and Julie Powell, a writer who found her voice by cooking and blogging her way through Julia Child's Mastering the Art of French Cooking in one year.

The movie is fun and inspiring. For a self-proclaimed foodie, like me, it stirs something deep in your soul. It makes it okay to love the whole intimate experience of food...the planning, the creating, the smelling, the tasting and the sharing. I feel set free to grab the canvas of my kitchen and express "me" in the meals that I create for my family and friends.

I decided to institute the occasional Julie & Julia night in honor of my new found culinary freedom. So, last night, I kicked things off by recreating a couple of the recipes from the movie. I made Bruschetta and Chocolate Cream Pie. These are not Julia's recipes, but are the first two foods that you encounter when watching the movie.

Here are the two recipes...give them a try...they do not disappoint.

Julie & Julia Bruschetta


Food stylist Susan Spungen developed this bruschetta recipe for a scene in the movie "Julie & Julia."

Here are the directions in Spungen's words, which she sent via e-mail. As with any dish with just a few simple ingredients, the quality of the ingredients and technique are key.

Start with some excellent bread. This is crucial. Choose a rustic loaf with a stretchy interior with lots of holes and a crisp crust. If it's a round loaf, cut it into slices about 3/4 inch thick, and then cut those slices in half on an angle.

For the movie, we fried the bread in olive oil, as is director Nora Ephron's preference, but I usually grill or toast it in a hot oven (400°). Either way, try to get it crunchy on the outside while retaining some softness in the center.

Rub the bread with a whole garlic clove (the garlic will disintegrate into the bread since the coarse bread will act like a grater) and drizzle with the best extra-virgin olive oil you can afford. Sprinkle with kosher salt and freshly ground pepper.

Meanwhile, cut tomatoes into chunks, tear lots of basil leaves into medium-small pieces, and toss with more olive oil. Let marinate for a while.

Season with salt and pepper about a half hour before serving. The salt makes the tomatoes release their juices and you don't want that happening too soon.

Top bread with tomato mixture. If the bread is really crunchy, let the tomatoes sit for a few minutes before serving to soften the bread.


Nora Ephron's Chocolate Cream Pie

Makes 6-8 servings


For the crust:

6 tablespoons butter

11/2 cups graham cracker crumbs

1/4 cup sugar


For the filling:

3/4 cup sugar

3 tablespoons cornstarch

1/4 teaspoon salt

3 cups milk

4 ounces unsweetened chocolate, in pieces

4 slightly beaten egg yolks

2 tablespoons soft butter

1 tablespoon vanilla


For the whipped topping:

1 cup heavy cream

1 teaspoon vanilla

2 tablespoons sugar


Make the pie crust:

1. Preheat oven to 350 degrees.

2. Melt the butter in a small saucepan.

3. Combine the graham cracker crumbs and the sugar. Add the butter and stir to blend.

4. Press the mixture into a pie plate and bake for 8-10 minutes. Cool thoroughly before filling.

Make the filling:

1. Mix the sugar, cornstarch, and salt and set aside.

2. Bring the milk to a boil. Lower the heat and stir in the chocolate and let melt.

3. Whisk the milk mixture into the sugar mixture and cook over medium heat, stirring with a wooden spoon until it starts to thicken.

4. Add the yolks and stir furiously for a very short time. You want the yolks to thicken the mixture even more but you don't want them to curdle like little tiny scrambled eggs. Sometimes I do this for only 30 seconds or so.

5. Remove from the heat and stir more. Add vanilla and softened butter. Cover with waxed paper and cool.

"By the way," Ephron says, "if the eggs do curdle, pour the pudding mixture through a sieve and throw away all the curdled bits. No one will know."

6. Fill crust with pudding and refrigerate.

Make the whipped topping:

Whip cream until almost stiff. Add sugar and vanilla; beat until cream holds peaks. Spread on pie.

Thursday, February 18, 2010

God's timing...

God's timing is often very ironic. I just posted some thoughts yesterday about having to "wait" on our new orders. Well, when I got to church last night, David had his orders in hand. We will be making the journey to the Lone Star state. Our report date is April 30th, which is very soon. So, I am "leaning on the everlasting arm" to get us through the whirlwind of selling a house, packing and moving.

WOW! Texas...here we come!

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

the Waiting game....

I've been thinking about how much I wait, lately. Everywhere I go...the grocery store, Target, Wal-Mart, the gas station, restaurants, the doctors office, the bank...I have to wait in some sort of line. I often wonder if God gets amused with us. Does the earth look like one big queue line to Him?

This "train of thought" has been brought on by our current family status. We are on the "vulnerable to move" list. This means, for all my civilian readers, that we are expecting new orders to come down from the Air Force. We have been told that we should receive them by late February or early March. So, any day now, we will be told where the next phase of our life is to take place.

My husband and I both feel completely frozen. We can't do anything (pack or put our house on the market) until we get our orders. We are nervous and we are excited. It is like a perpetual Christmas Eve...an agonizingly slow WAIT.

But, I am reminded of the scripture in Isaiah 40:31:
"But those who wait on the LORD Shall renew their strength; They shall mount up with wings like eagles, They shall run and not be weary, They shall walk and not faint."
So, I am not fainting, but flying around my queue with eagles wings.

Monday, February 15, 2010

a Change will do ya good...

I just recently received a comment from a fellow blogger that I did not know. I went to her blog and was very intrigued by what I saw, both in visual aesthetic and content. She got me thinking...

I have been held captive by the provided templates that our great blogger site provides. Although they are nice, none represent the me that I would like to share with the world. So, I decided that the time had come for a change. I went to my favorite designer's website and found what I was looking for. Ninety-nine cents and 30 minutes of tutorial help later... I present a new and improved "Momblings." It is a much better representation of me and hopefully an inspiring and visually pleasing place for others.

Thursday, February 04, 2010

the Tooth of the matter...

The boys and I had dentist appointments today. David went along with me to act as law enforcement. It's kinda hard to watch and discipline your children when you have sharp hooks and people's hands in your mouth.

I decided, on my dentist's suggestion at the last visit, to let Genevieve watch as I had my teeth cleaned. The thought was that seeing Mommy successfully and painlessly make it through a cleaning would encourage her not to be frightened when she went for her first visit this fall.

She was so adorable. She kept telling me that she loved me and what a good girl I was being. At times, she would even clap for me during what must have seemed, to her, very arduous moments. She even got to get a brand new toothbrush and a visit to the treasure chest just for letting Dr. Harrison count her teeth. It was a wonderful and delightful experience.

I think if all people had a Genevieve next to them during a dentist visit, there would be a lot of better looking teeth in the world.