Peachy Summer

Summer is here and the kids are out of school.  Life doesn’t generally change tremendously for most people at this time of year but for many moms, summer is either a season to be savored or a season to be endured.  I am finally learning to enjoy the lazy days of summer but, to be honest, I sometimes long for the routine of the school year and the routine of my job.  I tend to do best with structure–in fact, I really have trouble getting things done at all without some structure.  One thing I can ALWAYS do without difficulty is cook because it really keeps me focused.  Whenever I cook, I always have my iPad on the kitchen counter watching something on Netflix or checking a recipe online.  How did we ever live without our devices? Well, I’m not sure how we lived without Netflix but concerning cooking,  we simply used those “tried and true recipes” often from our moms, grandmas, friends, etc.  I thought I would share one called Easy Peach Cobbler but you could substitute other types of fruit.  This is SO easy and SO good with vanilla ice cream!  You will be a culinary star whenever you serve this yet it’s crazy easy.  It’s great reheated too.   Enjoy!

Easy Peach Cobbler  (from my mom:)

1 stick butter

1 cup self-rising flour

1 cup sugar

1 cup milk

28 oz can sliced peaches (or use equivalent amount sliced fresh peaches)

Melt butter in a deep round casserole dish in 350 degree oven.  Mix flour, sugar, and milk and pour over the melted butter.  Do Not Stir!!  Pour peaches on top.  Again, no stirring.  The crust will rise during baking.  Bake in 350 degree over for One Hour or until crust is brown.  Serve warm with Vanilla Ice Cream.

Have a Perfectly Peachy Summer!


Happy Easter

New Year's Resolutions 2015It’s 2015 and many have put pen to paper (or fingertips to keyboard) in order to make improvements this year. Often times resolutions are very effective in kick-starting a new diet, exercise routine, or overall attitude change. Many times resolutions are difficult to maintain and are abandoned by the end of January (or sooner).

Because I love new beginnings, New Year’s Resolutions are very “calming” for me since they remind me of the ability to change your situation … matter what, no matter when. This year, to avoid falling into the “perfection trap”, I am going to make one main resolution instead of several detailed ones (that I wouldn’t keep anyway). I am resolving to make, remake, or amend my more specific resolutions on a daily basis. I resolve to do this early each day, write down fresh (or refreshed) strategies to make progress, and review them during my day as I proceed. I think this will be a good way to give myself new motivation each day rather than simply focusing on whether or not I am doing everything “right.”  Also, I love reserving the right to change my mind!
Do you make New Year’s Resolutions? What method works well for you?
Happy New Year Moms! Have a perfectly imperfect 2015:)  Take good care of you!

pumpkin     I love Halloween-it’s short and “sweet” and doesn’t involve a ton of shopping. If I have learned anything in motherhood, though, it’s to go with the flow – that despite my best plans, I can’t control things. Despite finally finding my 9 year old daughter’s favorite costume this year (1950′s car hop:) and hoping to be so organized as to make 20+ of the little “pumpkin” fruit cups for her class that I saw on Pinterest…we spent Halloween a different way. My sweet daughter was feeling really bad so no school for her and no class party -instead a trip to the pediatrician. She perked up but by trick or treating time, she was exhausted and asleep on the couch. She woke up and said she wanted to try to get her costume on …..but she just didn’t feel like it. Poor baby. One of her sweet friends brought her a lot of her own trick or treating candy which made her happy the next day. It wasn’t the Halloween we expected but we were all home together and my daughter is on the mend.
I remembered the early baby days when I would get everything just set to walk out the door and ….you know what happens, spit up, wet diaper, or complete blow out. It would almost bring me to tears but after many times of realizing my best plans can’t “make” things go my way (especially when it comes to motherhood) it’s becomes even more clear that it’s just a continual process of letting go. I find it ironic that we spend so much of our early years and also teach our kids to “do your best” and “try harder” to impact an outcome in school, sports, etc. yet our adult years are often spent “trying harder” to let go and relax and not take the outcomes personally–despite our best efforts. I may have said it before but I found school and work to be infinitely easier than being a mommy although I wouldn’t trade motherhood for the world.
Well, I need to get started on planning Thanksgiving and Christmas……I’m sure everything will go just as planned (yea, right) Actually things will be better than perfect, everything will be Perfectly Imperfect which is just fine with me.

son with mom

….this is one of my favorites, enjoy & share:)

When You Thought I Wasn’t Looking

When you thought I wasn’t looking
You hung my first painting on the refrigerator
And I wanted to paint another.

When you thought I wasn’t looking
You fed a stray cat
And I thought it was good to be kind to animals.

When you thought I wasn’t looking
You baked a birthday cake just for me
And I knew that little things were special things.

When you thought I wasn’t looking
You said a prayer
And I believed there was a God that I could always talk to.

When you thought I wasn’t looking
You kissed me good-night
And I felt loved.

When you thought I wasn’t looking
I saw tears come from your eyes
And I learned that sometimes things hurt—
But that it’s alright to cry.

When you thought I wasn’t looking
You smiled
And it made me want to look that pretty too.

When you thought I wasn’t looking
You cared
And I wanted to be everything I could be.

When you thought I wasn’t looking—
I looked . . .
And wanted to say thanks
For all those things you did
When you thought I wasn’t looking.
–by Mary Rita Schilke Korzan