Sunday, April 20, 2014

Sometimes you remember to take the Easter pictures...

...and sometimes you don't until later. Which actually means that you can get some pretty funny pictures.
 Such as Sophie in the midst of her I just found an egg party dance. 
 Or the really awesome outfit that Connor picked out by himself. 
 Ellie Bells putting her eggs into her...erhm...basket, or the bag you found to replace her missing Easter bucket. 

Really, considering that I had been up since about 4:45 am with Connor, then helping at the Easter breakfast all morning, and then having a delicious lunch after church, it's kind of amazing that I still remembered to take any pictures at all.
Although I definitely remembered to pull my camera out to get this one. 

I didn't remember to get any of Violet. Well...better luck next year Vi.

And, I did remember to take one last week when we had a few less things on our plate.

Tuesday, April 15, 2014

This doesn't seem good, but it is.

Connor was a very vocal child. By the time he was two, there wasn't much he couldn't say. He also already had a very keen sense of how he thought the world should work and didn't like it when the world decided to operate in a way contrary to his personal views on the subject.

We were near the end of a our Tenebrae Service on Good Friday and our Pastors began to strip the altar. You might be thinking...um...strip the what now? It is the point in the service where the pastor removes all the paraments (that fancy fabric that adorns the atlar), the flowers, the crosses, the Bible...anything on the altar. 

So, the church is silent, and the pastors begin to remove everything from the altar. No singing, no background organ music...dead silence as the altar is stripped bare. And, Connor starts to freak out. I'll never forget the stricken look on his face as he realized what was happening and then my very vocal two year old starts saying "Oh no, oh no. They shouldn't be doing that. This isn't good. This isn't good."

Every Tenebrae service, Connor has been captivated by the stripping of the altar. He doesn't freak out anymore, but he notices it. He notices the quiet sadness, the lack of colorful adornment, the fact that it feels anything but good. As the altar is stripped bare on Friday it feels like all hope is lost. Our God has died. All the promises made seem to have been broken. It seems like Satan has won the day. "This isn't good."

In our baptism, we too are stripped clean of our trappings, but our trappings were nothing so nice as the paraments on the altar. Instead we were covered in sin and death. These coverings were stripped away, destroyed, killed, forgotten. They have been replaced with white. The white purity of Christ. He has made us pure and holy. He has covered us in His own righteousness and this..this is good indeed. 

And so, even though I want to be really sad on Good Friday, I can never quite do it. Because I know. I know that Easter happened. I know that Jesus didn't stay dead. He rose again. He overcame death, ransomed us from our enemy, the devil, and gave us new lie in our baptism. And, I know what Sunday morning will bring. The brilliant white paraments, the lilies, the joyous chorus of He is Risen, He is Risen, Indeed. Hallelujah. 

Tuesday, April 8, 2014

Better than Funnel Cake

Connor is forever reading and he likes all kinds of books. Recently, we found a book at the thrift store about the Navajo Indians. In the book, was a recipe for Navajo flat bread and Connor thought we should definitely try it out. We did and it was delicious. Better than funnel cake even....or at least better in my book. It was less doughy and therefore, more delicious.

You can find all sorts of recipes for Navajo flat bread (or sometimes called fry bread) all over the internet. I like to use this one from the Pioneer Woman as my starting point. I like it so much I even put it in my personal cook book.   
Don't be jealous of my cookbook naming prowess. The kids helped me. 

Connor liked the flat bread so much that he decided to take it to Scouts the next time he had snacks...which just happens to be tonight. He thought it would be a good way for them to learn about another culture and also get to eat something besides cookies. Not that these have more nutritional value than cookies...I'm not making that claim. Well...they might be before we add the toppings. 
There aren't too many ingredients required - flour, salt, baking powder, milk, and water. That's it. Seriously. Super easy and stuff we always have on hand. Mix the dry ingredients than add the wet ones in a little at a time. Start with the milk and then add enough water that a dough forms. The recipe suggests 1/2 cup. I needed quite a bit more than that. 
Mix with a fork...or your hands until a nice dough forms. Then put a towel over the bowl and sit it aside for a half hour or forty five minutes. Just enough time to do some cleaning or, may I suggest sneaking a television show whose target audience is above the age of eight while the kids are napping. 
After you watch those one or two television shows, melt some shortening or heat up some oil in a skillet. You are going to need at least a few inches worth in there. The Pioneer Woman suggested that shortening seems to work better - it seemed to work about the same as oil for me.
I usually make them a bit bigger, but since they are for a snack for the boys, I decided to make them smaller. I just flattened these out by hand. If you pick the dough up and slowly turn it while hanging on to one side, it will stretch out by its own weight. It's kind of like how you would stretch pizza dough out if you have ever done that. If not...well...just look it up on YouTube. 
Once your oil is nice and sizzling hot, you can put them in to cook. Usually less than a minute a side is all that is needed for them to be nice and golden brown. I don't recommend doing three at a time - two seems just about right or one if you are doing larger rounds. 
When they are done you put them on a paper towel to cool and top with whatever you want. The possibilities are endless here. I highly recommend powdered sugar, but since I mostly like the other Scout's moms and they wear those cute dark blue shirts, I did cinnamon and sugar on these. Honey is great. You can even fold them in half and put some taco meat, cheese, and lettuce in there. Yum-o. 
 
I decided that this was probably about enough for the boys, and that meant I had enough dough left over to make a few big ones for the family. If you roll them really flat and poke some wholes in them, they will even puff up a bit inside - which the kids seem to think is awesome. A little hand roller works great. 
You can do bigger circles that way which makes it easier to fold in half for tacos or just means that you have more delicious bread to eat later. 
And yeah....I totally went back and ate the other half later. 

As a bonus, because of the ease of the recipe and depending on how much you like to have little helper hands in the kitchen, this is a great recipe for the kids to do with you (except for the frying in hot oil part - although, at eight, Connor seems to be able to help with that part too). 

Now go fry up some bread and eat it. You won't be sorry you did. And the next time the carnival comes around you can turn your nose up at that $5 funnel cake because you've got something even yummier to make at home. 

Saturday, April 5, 2014

Day at Deanna Rose

This morning we took the kids to the Deanna Rose Farmstead in Overland Park.

If you live near the Kansas City area and haven't taken your kids there, you totally should. Most weekdays it is free, but today we had to pay a whopping $10 for admission. Not too shabby, as far as what it normally costs us to do something with all the kids.

The kids had a blast, and after the first hour or so, it started to warm up. It made for a great day.
 I love a windmill...I just do.
 Cowgirl Ellie
 Sophie loved petting the cows.
 Connor enjoyed taking the dairy trivia challenge. FYI - did you know that 90% of women don't get enough calcium? Connor does now.
 Posing with a baby buffalo (or bison for my Northern friends) statue.
 I told them to pretend like they like each other. 
 Feeding baby goats. 
 Trying to pet the goat. 
 Pony rides. 
 After watching this for about 45 minutes, Connor decided he would now like to be a blacksmith when he grows up. 
My little butterfly
Visiting the chickens.

Wednesday, April 2, 2014

Ellie Bells

My little Elinor turns two day!

Elinor, or Ellie Bells, or Bells, as I call her, has been acting like a two year old for a while now, so I guess it is good that she is finally acting her age.

Ellie loves Diego, red soup (or, as some of us call it, tomato soup), cereal, bananas, and yogurt.

She also loves to bite you if you are trying to stop her from doing something, saying the phrase "I don't want it!" to just about anything, and pinching people.

She is the meanest child we've had yet, but strangely also the most polite. She is the first to say thank you to me whenever I do something to help her - even things like making lunch. She'll even say "thank you very much" sometimes and it is beyond adorable. She supplies a quick you're welcome to any thank you she receives and loves to give out leg smashing hugs.

Her I'm sorry, however, sounds anything but genuine. And her giant beautiful eyes and her sassy little attitude make it hard to punish her sometimes. But we do it, even if we are sometimes hiding a smile behind our hands.

Happy 2nd Birthday to my lovely little Ellie Bells.