Category: personal

  • easy meal planning

    My adventure with cooking, meal planning, eating healthy, and providing for my family has been one of the more difficult aspects of adulthood for me. There is still so much that I have to learn, but one area that I have become pretty comfortable with lately is meal planning. Today I’m sharing the easy, low-stress way I approach it.

    kapachino: easy meal planning

    Frequency

    Right now it works best for us to meal plan only a week at a time. Yes, I have to do it more often, but right now we don’t have much freezer space and so we’re at the grocery store once a week anyway. Planning weekly is also much less overwhelming to me. We have a lot of random dinners with family pop up so this way it’s easy for me to fit them in and shuffle a meal to the next week. This process would work just as well monthly though!

    The uniform concept applied to meals

    Much like my capsule wardrobe, I like to approach the rest of my life with the “uniform” concept as well. As far as meal planning goes (and we are talking dinners here), that means having specific types of food or meals on specific days of the week, taking the guesswork out of it. For example:

    Monday – a tried & true meal since it is the first day of the week, or something in the Crockpot since I have time on Sunday to set it up

    Tuesday – something quick to prepare, but it could be new; a good night for salads

    Wednesday – leftovers, since we have a few days’ worth built up by this time

    Thursday – breakfast for dinner (yum). Can still be healthy if you keep it egg & meat based rather than grain & sugar based (think omelet with bacon instead of pancakes)

    Friday – Mom & Dad’s house. I love having this setup with them because we make sure to get in a visit at least once a week and I don’t have to cook!

    Saturday – homemade pizza & movie  night

    Sunday – since this is ideally a family rest day, I’ll choose a recipe that takes longer to prepare, or that is new to me
    kapachino: easy meal planning

    Other meals

    I’ve mentioned before, but I’m the kind of person who can eat pretty much the same thing every day for a long time with only slight variation. For breakfast these days I scramble 5-7 eggs and add cheese and sausage (I cook a couple pounds of sausage at the beginning of the week and use it till it runs out). Half of this mix I roll up in a few tortillas for David to eat for breakfast/lunch, and the rest is for me (and Meredith, if she wants any). I also have a banana or other fruit.

    For lunch I still love to make a big salad with shredded chicken and strawberries, using olive oil + raspberry balsamic as a dressing. On the side I’ll have a Greek yogurt and some dark chocolate covered almonds.

    kapachino: easy meal planning

    Resources

    After completing whole30, my focus with meals these days is to keep them real and to eliminate the processed stuff as much as possible. I keep a list in the meal planning section of my notebook for go-to dinner ideas (and where to find the recipe if needed), but sometimes I want to try something new, and here are some places I go to find meal inspiration:

    Don’t Waste the Crumbs (real food blog) – my favorite.

    Nom Nom Paleo and The Clothes Make the Girl (paleo blogs) – we don’t eat strictly paleo but I like to take their recipes and slightly adapt them because they provide a super healthy base.

    More-With-Less (cookbook) – my best friend got this for me when I got married and it’s been a go-to lately for learning to make resources last, trying to make stuff from scratch, and I love the simple, hearty recipes. I actually think I need to read through this again because there is a ton of information in it about sustainability, nutrition, and budget as well.

    And that’s it, really. I don’t rely on Pinterest much anymore because I get overwhelmed, and most of it isn’t the kind of food I’m looking for anyway. If you have any other resources for real food inspiration I would love to know about them!

    How do you meal plan?

    p.s. – whole30 afterthoughts + one month laterbook review of Animal, Vegetable, Miracle by Barbara Kingsolver

  • new running shoes

    new running shoes

    I got new running shoes, and I kind of hate the way they look.

    Let me start over, because apparently the fact that I got new shoes requires a back story and I have way more thoughts on the matter than one would expect. So.

    The shoes I had been running in were probably about four years old. They were high quality, and I had been fitted for them. But I never logged a lot of miles in them because I ended up having two babies, so I thought that they might last me awhile. In the back of my mind I had a feeling I might need to get new ones prior to running a half marathon, but I still had hopes.

    On Sunday I went running outside on the street since it was evening and cloudy and David agreed to watch the kids. It was my longest run yet at four miles and it was actually a really great run except I began having hip pain in what felt like my joints. Not bad enough to slow me down but it definitely made the run uncomfortable. The pain persisted all night (I woke up multiple times because I couldn’t get comfortable) and all the next morning until I finally took ibuprofen.

    Now, I know that this pain might not be directly related to my shoes, but I got scared. I decided not to do another run until I got new shoes. (I also resolved to stretch well prior to each run, which I hadn’t been doing.) So on Tuesday I got to leave early from work and I took myself to Luke’s Locker and got fit tested again. I have a neutral step and wide-ish feet. I’ve definitely gone up a size since having kids.

    I tried on a few different shoes that fit my needs, and the ones I ended up with are actually the same as my old ones, only the updated version. And I think they are kind of ugly? At the very least, they are the opposite of my style, which is neutral and clean and minimal. These are…not that.

    I actually had kind of internal crisis after I bought them. I knew they were the best choice for me but I was sad about it. I think I was hoping for a change, and definitely a different look. I was bummed all evening about it (so silly) but Meredith saw them and said they are “so pretty” and made sure to tell me how much she likes the purple parts. And then I ran the fastest 3 miles I have in a long time, with no hip pain.

    I could totally turn this into a metaphor for life right now but I won’t, because I’ve already had two introspective posts this week and we probably don’t need a third. I’ll just say that I guess I’m coming around to my new shoes.

  • excerpts from my journal

    excerpts from my journal

    excerpts from my journal

    excerpts from my journal

    Inspired by this, I’m going to share periodically some of the personal journaling I do.

    Tuesday morning. 5:30 a.m.

    Liam is sleeping in my lap in a dense bundle of warmth and cuteness. I am watching Meredith sleep on the monitor, all curled up. And I can hear David softly snoring.

    I just drank a cup of coffee and wrapped up the last lesson in the Bible study on James. What an amazing book.

    I am so grateful for my life. For these children I’ve been entrusted. For the husband who is my partner and my love. For our home. It is all a happiness.

    But for all of these good gifts from God, I know there is more. There is a greater gift, a greater blessing, a greater understanding and fellowship with God. It will come through sacrificial giving, and serving, and yes, suffering. I want to know God and experience him in that way. I want to truly live out my faith.

    Now Liam is squirming, and grabbing my hair, and wanting to nurse. He has morning crust on his eyes that I wipe away. Soon Meredith will wake up and cry, “Mommy I wanna hold you.”

    And God, I want to hold you.

    ***

    It’s Saturday. 6 a.m. The kids are both awake.

    Liam didn’t sleep well so we were up a lot in the night. Meredith peed all over our bed for the first time in awhile. She is now sitting in my lap “writing” in her own “journal” while Liam kicks and squirms around on the floor, probably wanting to be picked up.

    I am sucking down coffee and snacking on chocolate-covered espresso beans that Mom gave me last night.

    Today is starting early, and I am already tired. It’s one of those weekends where I have a lot on my personal to-do list, so I could easily be disappointed in the amount I actually get accomplished. Time to practice the art of prioritizing and slowing down.

    “All done,” Meredith says. Next on her to-do list is watching Frozen again. She points to Liam and says, “He’s a baby.” Yes, he is. But not for long.

    ***

    A Thursday. 5:45 a.m.

    I’m sitting in the craft room. It’s not a very pretty room but it’s oh so comfortable. Outside the sprinklers just turned on and the noise they made as they sputtered to life sounded like a dog sniffing and for a moment I looked around for Eddie or Cleo. No one there.

    Everyone is asleep but me for the moment. The quilt I started two years ago is on my lap, only missing the binding. It makes me happy. Soon I will start working on one for Meredith, for her big girl bed. It’s time.

    In a couple of days this oh so comfortable craft room will be cleared out, painted white, and kid furniture moved in. I’ve been putting it off – I hate painting, I hate moving things around, I hate living in limbo with stuff spread all over until I have time to organize and set up. But I know it’s time to move away from the family bed, and having a room and beds of their own is the first step.

    Of course I’m sad. Bedtime can be hard, but I do so love to feel their little bodies pushed up against me. Meredith, not always much for cuddling during the day, loves it at night. When she stirs, her first instinct is to reach out her arm for something to hug close.

    Liam just woke up and now he is in my lap, nursing. My big, happy baby. Maybe I can leave him in bed with me a little while longer.

  • life interrupted

    life interrupted

    life interrupted

    life interrupted

    Over the weekend we decided to tackle the project of switching the nursery, which the kids had been sharing but is very small with only room for a crib, with the craft room, which is the largest bedroom other than the master. I don’t need all that space for crafts, but the kids could use a bigger playroom and this way Meredith can have a “big girl bed” that hopefully she’ll be sleeping in soon (fingers crossed).

    I have known that something like this was going to have to happen at some point. Whenever I got frustrated with the family bed situation I would think about all that needed to happen to get the kids into their own beds and I’d feel so overwhelmed that I’d just go into denial. But I have two long weekends in a row and things are slow at work, so there really was no better time.

    I’d been dreading the project because for one, I hate moving things – I love to feel settled and at home, with everything in its place. I’m not someone who rearranges furniture for fun. I knew this wasn’t going to be a day-long project either; it’s going to take a couple of weeks to really be finished, most likely. I dislike the thought of my stuff being spread around the house for that long.

    And two, I hate painting – I knew I’d want to go ahead and repaint the kids’ new room because I never liked the wall color with the new carpet we had put in and this was the best time to just go ahead and knock that out. Even the ceiling needed to be painted, ugh.

    On Saturday we spent all day painting. With the help of two generous friends and my mom to watch the kids, it still took way longer than I expected. By the end, we had finished, but there was time for very little else that day.

    On Sunday  morning I managed to wake up early and do my Bible study before the kids awoke. That day I read the story of Moses and the burning bush. Do you know it? Moses has been a shepherd in the desert for 40 years when one day he notices a bush on fire that is not being burned up. So he decides to investigate the strange phenomenon. Then this verse happens:

    When the LORD saw that he turned aside to look, God called to him from the midst of the bush and said, ‘Moses, Moses!’ And he said, ‘Here I am.’ –Exodus 3:4 (emphasis mine)

    I was completely struck by the fact that God didn’t reveal himself until Moses turned aside from his ordinary routine. The burning bush was an interruption, and Moses paid attention.

    Obviously this little changing of rooms ordeal is minor in comparison to many other possible life interruptions, but after reading this I still decided to see what I could learn from it – what God was maybe trying to reveal to me about himself through it. I was surprised at how much I came up with:

    • My friends Lauren and Gerardo, along with my mom, gave selflessly of their time and effort all day to help us, and that showed me an awesome example of servanthood and Christian love.
    • We moved out all the stuff from this room and painted it white. It’s a clean slate, just like God gives us despite our sin.
    • For the moment, all of my craft stuff, and a lot of junk I was holding onto, is scattered throughout the house and exposed. I will be forced to confront it and my intention is to get rid of whatever isn’t necessary. This exercise would be good for my soul as well.
    • All of this stuff being out of place and unsettled provides me with a good reminder that this house – this world – is not my final home, and my life is not my stuff. I am traveling through.
    • I couldn’t do this project on my own, so it makes me appreciate the people in my life and emphasizes that relationships are ultimately most important.

    After that exercise I felt a lot better about the whole process. I really want to remember this for next time my normal life gets interrupted.

    How about you? How do you react when ordinary life gets interrupted? In what kinds of situations do you think God tends to reveal himself to you?

  • currently

    currently

    Genius: This was a really weird week because our census was super low at work so I got to take Monday and Tuesday off. I knew I was getting Monday off, but I didn’t know about Tuesday. Three day weekends make a huge difference in my attitude because I felt like I had SO MUCH TIME. I took things slow and easy on Saturday and Sunday because I knew I had an extra day to get things done. And the funny thing is that I was still pretty much done with everything before Monday came around! (Mental note: calm down.)

    So I decided to keep the kids home with me on Monday and it was awesome and special and fun. But THEN I found out I could stay home Tuesday also, and I dropped those kids at daycare, read for a solid hour at Starbucks, took my time picking fabric at the craft store for Meredith’s quilt, finished everything except the binding on the other quilt, and went to the gym. It was fantastic.

    Fail: One day last week David and I were meeting over at his parents’ house for dinner. He had Meredith, and I had Liam. As I was driving over there, Liam fell asleep in the car. When I pulled up, Meredith and her cousins were outside playing so I got out and said hi to them and then went inside. My sister-in-law, who I hadn’t seen in a couple of weeks, was there and so we said hello and she asked, “Where’s Liam?” Yup. I had left him in the car. Of course it was fine, it was only a couple minutes, but this is how worse things can happen! Is there some sort of alarm you can get to make sure you don’t forget your baby? Am I a horrible mother?? (Don’t answer that.)

    Currently:

    planning a big room switch for this weekend so the kids have a room that will fit two beds

    dreading all the painting and moving involved

    no seriously, getting a knot in my stomach just thinking about it

    optimistic about what the end result will be

    glad that I have two more 3-day weekends coming up

    realizing that there is a type of chick lit I enjoy, and it’s written by Liane Moriarty

    reading The Husband’s Secret

    allocating our extra money: emergency fund, debts, house repairs, vacation fund

    trying to be financially responsible

    frustrated that the tension on my sewing machine seems to be off again

    looking forward to a couple family birthday meals this weekend

    Happy weekend!