The Rocker

When I was 9, we moved to my grandparents house.  They actually moved out, we (“we” being my parents) bought the house from them and we moved in….but when you’re 9, you just say, “we moved to grandma’s house.”  When grandma and grandpa moved out, they left this rocking chair behind.

I love this rocking chair.  When we inherited it, it didn’t exactly look like this.  It looked more like this:

Ignore my cute little brother in the front…he was a clown for Halloween; check out the rocking chair in the background.  It was bright red when we inherited it and it had definitely seen better days.  But I loved it because it reminded my of grandma.  Grandma rocked all of her babies in it (she had 5) and all of her grandbabies in it (she had 11).  This rocking chair is old and had the perfect, soothing creak.  I’m pretty sure that Grandma bought it at a garage sale, so who knows how old it really is.

Several years after we inherited it, my mom had it reupholstered and fixed up a bit.  So it got new fabric and it’s lost a bit of it’s creak.  But it still holds all of the history and memories.

Now the rocking chair is sitting in our nursery, just waiting to be used again.  Someday, I will rock my baby in it.  Three generations of babies, one rocking chair.  LOVE IT.

P.S.-Since I posted a picture of my brother when he was a kid, I’ll keep things all even and post a picture of myself as a kid too.  This is from Halloween that same year…

P.P.S- my other Grandma made both of our Halloween costumes…Grandmas are awesome aren’t they?

Soup’s On!

I don’t know about where ya’ll live, but over here in Nampa it has been beyond freezing cold.  In fact, I would love to see just freezing cold, but we haven’t seen a temperature at or above freezing for at least two weeks! Brrrrr….

We’re doing all we can to keep our tropical blood warm.  Hot chocolate, blankets, sweatshirts, cranking the heat in our apartment, and lots of HOT soup!

We didn’t eat soup very often in Indonesia because of the weather, which is really too bad because I love soup!

This is one of my favorites:

Chicken Enchilada Soup

1 15 oz can black beans (I leave these out because beans aren’t Crohn’s friendly)
1 14.5 oz can diced tomatoes
1 10 oz package frozen corn (I also leave this out because it’s not Crohn’s friendly)
1/2 cup onion, chopped
1/2 cup red pepper, diced
1 10 oz can enchilada sauce (red, not green)
1 can cream of chicken soup (I make this from scratch because it’s way better that way!)
1 1/2 cup milk
2 chicken breasts

colby jack or pepper jack cheese, shredded
sour cream
pico de gallo (from scratch)
tortilla chips

1. Combine beans, tomatoes, corn and pepper in slow cooker.  Place chicken on top.
2. In a large bowl, whisk together enchilada sauce and soup.  Gradually whisk in milk.
3. Pour sauce into crockpot.  Cook on low 6-8 hours (or on high 3-4 hours)
4. Remove chicken and shred.  Add back into soup.
5.  To serve, top with cheese, sour cream and pico de gallo and crushed tortilla chips.

I have also made this on the stove, cutting the uncooked chicken up into bit sized pieces.  Just make sure you bring all of the ingredients to a boil and then let it simmer for at least 30 minutes.

Happy eating.  Keep warm out there.

2012 Yearbook

It’s that time of year again!  Time to order my scrapbook.  Just like last year, I spent all year faithfully scrapbooking pictures as the year progressed and I just love finally getting to order it when the year is over!


I can hardly believe we spent most of 2012 in the U.S!

I HOPE our 2013 book contains lots of baby pictures…




It’s snowing today.  Beautiful fluffy snow.

And this real snow is reminding me of the”snow” we had in Papua last year.  And that is making me feel homesick and stuck between two worlds.

Come home little baby…so that we can go home.  Can’t wait to be a family of three!

Airplane Eggs in a Basket

Sounds gross right?  Everybody knows that airplane eggs (and by that I mean eggs that are served during flight) are gross.

But not these eggs baby!!

Ok, this isn’t really a special recipe.  It’s just eggs in a basket.  Usually when making eggs in a basket you would use a round biscuit cutter to cut the bread.  But in my understocked kitchen (don’t worry, I have a fully stocked one in Indonesia…) I only have an airplane-shaped cookie cutter…no biscuit cutter.  I could use a knife, yes.  But airplane shaped eggs are just way too fun.

Ok, so here’s what you do:

Butter your bread.  I like cinnamon swirl..but any ol’ bread will do.

Cut an airplane-sized hole out of the bread and place both pieces of bread in a frying pan, butter-side down.

My airplane is looking somewhat sparrow like, but whatever.

Now crack an egg into the middle of the airplane-shaped hole.

Salt the egg and cook until the yolk is cooked through (although you could leave it runny if you’re into that sort of thing), flipping once.  Don’t forget to flip the little piece of airplane-shaped bread too!

Remove from pan.  I like to put cinnamon and sugar on the bread after this, but I supposed it’s not necessary.  If you’re like me, you don’t have cinnamon and sugar premixed, so just throw some of each on there seperately.

So yum!

The Momma Knot

I have this knot in my stomach that I am hereby calling “the momma knot.”  Sometimes if I let my brain wander too much my little momma knot flutters.  And then I force myself to stop because if my momma knot grows too large I might just explode.

That’s the hard part of the waiting.  We are “expecting.”  Except that we have no due date.  My arms want to hold my baby, but I have to tell them to be patient because the wait could be long.  I am jealous of pregnant women, well, for a lot of reasons, but my current form of jealousy is the due date.  Because I too am anxious to bring my baby home, I’m anxious to hold him or her in my arms, I am anxious to stare into those tiny little eyes.  But I have no idea when that day will come.  It could be tomorrow.  It could be a year from now.

In the meantime, I will care for my home and my husband.  I will ignore the momma knot.  I will dream about the baby that will someday sleep in the crib we set up. I will wander the baby aisle at Target.

Come home baby!  This momma is ready.