Lone Tree

A poem I wrote about someone who I tried to save, but refused her savior:

A Lone Tree

A lone tree, within a forest of others
Confusion in the leaves that shelter you
Anger within the roots that hold you steady
Lies that keep you growing

Believing that the wind causes you to shake
But you tremble on your own
Believing that others cause the holes in your bark
But you rip them out of yourself

Nothing dares touch your quivering limbs
Or takes shelter under your sparse leaves
No trees grow within your reach
Or sway towards you in the wind

Love has tried to help you grow
To bring more leaves to your branches
To cut down the broken bark
And find the beautiful core underneath

Yet you resist the futile attempts
Your bark too rough
Your roots too deep
The leaves too sparse

So you will remain
A lone tree, in the forest of others
With anger in your roots
And the Lies that keep you growing


Homemade Lemonade

Homemade Lemonade

So in February we moved into a new rental home, and much to our surprise discovered an amazing lemon tree by the side of the house. There were so many lemons there was no way we could cook with them all, so when God gives you lemons what do you do? Make Lemonade.

I came across a recipe from The Pioneer Woman, a fellow blogger who seems to be a genius in anything culinary. So when I saw that she had a lemonade recipe, I knew I had to try it. I had to modify it a bit because my pitcher is a lot smaller than hers, but it still came out really good.

12 Lemons
2 Cups of Sugar
3 Cups of water
and a little bit of extra water

1. In a medium sized saucepan bring the 3 cups of water to a boil and mix the sugar in until it dissolves completely. It’ll become a kind of syrup. Then let it cool, either overnight or at least until it is completely chilled through.
2. Cut the lemons in halves and juice them with your juicer. I also know someone who doesn’t have a juicer and she would just squeeze her lemons over a strainer to catch the seeds and pulp. So that is always an option!
3. I put a strainer over my pitcher and poured the lemon juice in to catch any extra pulp, then I put the pulp from my juicer in the strainer as well. Then I mushed it all with a spoon to make sure that I got as much juice as possible.
4. Fill the whole pitcher with ice.
5. Pour water over the ice, but make sure to leave room for the sugar water.
6. Put as much of the sugar water in as you want. Everyone has their own preference for how sweet they like their lemonade. The first batch I made I only put half in, and it was still a bit tart. The next one I put the whole thing in and it was MUCH too sweet for my taste. So I would say about 3/4 of the pan would be good.

I hope that you enjoy this and full credit goes to Ree Drummond and here is the original link to her recipe!

I would love to hear anybody’s opinions or recommendations for lemonade as I’m sure I’ll be getting a whole lot more lemons soon!


Moving with Kids (again!)

Moving with Kids (again!)

As renters, and young at that, I feel like we are constantly moving for one thing or the other. Both the first and second apartment that we lived in we had to leave because the neighborhood was unsafe, and then we stayed in a condo for 2 years until the landlord passed away. We would have stayed but the deceased landlord’s family took over and they barely spoke any English. Not wanting to deal with any “miscommunication” we left. Then we went to the house we are currently living in and it has been a nightmare.

We didn’t notice when we moved in (because it’s brown carpet) but the floor is disgusting. During the summer when it’s humid, the house wreaks like dog. Most of the things are not to code, or safe, so we decided to just take our time and find a house that we really liked this time since we’re on a month-to-month agreement.

We found this gorgeous house that we are extremely excited to move into. For those of you with no kids, just know that moving with kids is terrible. I absolutely hate packing, but it’s even worse with kids. Luckily, I’ve been able to get Isaac to help me out. He’s been helping me tape the boxes, pack his toys, and putting things in the boxes.

Kaelyn is another story. At almost one years old, she is on the move! I’m pretty sure she skipped the walking stage and does more of a jog to her location of desire. And boy does she tell you when she isn’t getting her way! So boxing things has been an adventure, but the thought of moving boxes in and unpacking with the two of them gives me a headache.

Friend’s have offered to watch the kids for me, and I’m going to take one person up on her offer, so hopefully Kaelyn does well and doesn’t freak out. Crossing my fingers.

Hoping I have a good move this weekend! Yay!


Isaac: My sensitive, loving little man

Isaac: My sensitive, loving little man

“A boy is Truth with dirt on its face
Beauty with a cut on its finger,
Wisdom with bubble gum in its hair
and the Hope of the future with a frog in its pocket.”

As you may have figured out, I’ve been doing a lot of self reflecting lately; Looking at the people around me and figuring out their meaning in my life and how to make my relationships with family and friends better.

Isaac is just such an amazing little man. I absolutely cannot believe that he has turned 4 and I have no idea how it happened. It just seems like I got so wrapped up in other things, that I didn’t notice that now I have a CHILD next to me! He’s no longer this chubby, drooling, infant/toddler that can barely speak. We have full conversations and for the life of me I can’t figure out how.

I’ve never met a little boy quite like Isaac. He’s just so curious about everything (as little boys should be) but he’s so different than the other little boys that I meet. Usually, they’re so rough and “Go-get-em” tough, but Isaac really cares about how his actions will affect others, and especially how others’ actions affect him.

For example, there are 4 little boys on my street, all around the same age. They all have similar yet different personalities. Two of them are the extra rough boys that just storm through everything head first, then there’s one that wants to do everything but if it’s done back to him he cries, and then there’s one that is super sweet until he gets tired (then he goes kinda crazy and starts hitting everyone). Isaac plays so well with them, but then when they start getting rough, he’ll leave and go play with the little girls.

He loves flowers, cute little animals, and sometimes I like to call him a mama’s boy. Not in the sense that he cries and comes running to me, but the fact that he is just so sensitive to everything around him. When people yell, he says “I don’t like it when you yell at each other, please stop.”

Don’t get me wrong he has his rough patches. He definitely has gained my attitude and we butt heads like there’s no tomorrow, and his mouth makes me want to scream. He’s started doing this kind of grunting squeal when he gets frustrated or wants to give me attitude, so he just gets put in time out the first time he talks back to me.

I’m so glad to call this little boy my son though. He has such a generous heart. He’s sensitive to everyone’s feelings. But most of all, he just loves everyone. He may say he doesn’t (because he’s tired or frustrated) but this little boy has so much love in him that he can’t help but make everyone smile and laugh.


Crockpot Chicken Enchiladas

Crockpot Chicken Enchiladas

So we made these enchiladas a couple nights ago and they were so good I just HAD to share them with you!

I got it here:

Ingredients you need:
4 whole Boneless, Skinless Chicken Breasts
1 package Taco Seasoning
1 large can of enchilada sauce
10 whole Whole-wheat Tortillas
15 ounces canned black beans
12 ounces Shredded Mexican Cheese
1 ounce Cilantro
Sour Cream, To Serve

1. In the crockpot, pour the whole can of enchilada sauce, the package of taco seasoning, and the chicken (I just put the whole breasts in but if you want to cut them up I’m sure you can)
2. Cook on low for 6-8 hours (Mine took exactly 6 hours) or until the chicken is fully cooked
3. Shred the chicken with a fork. I did this IN the crock pot to keep it coated in the sauce.
4.Preheat your oven to 350 F
5. Fill each tortilla with chicken, some black beans, cheese, and a little of the sauce from the crockpot
6. Roll them up tightly and put them on a greased baking sheet, using up all the room on the pan (or until ingredients run out!)
7. Top with as much sauce as you want (I really lathered mine up) and cheese to your liking
8. Bake for 15-20 minutes or until it’s nice and bubbly.

Let me tell you, it’s really hard to please my husband with enchiladas and he LOVED these! Definitely a repeater!


Camel Spider

Camel Spider

First off…please excuse the food on my carpet. My 3 year old is a master of getting crumbs everywhere!

So yesterday my son and I were getting him ready to eat dinner, and I was moving a towel by his eating area. Then Isaac started screaming bloody murder and saying:
“Mommy! It’s a spider! A big big spider!”
I didn’t believe him at first because I couldn’t see it, and then it moved slowly and menacingly underneath the coffee table.
This made me and my son JUMP up on the couch with lightning fast speed because all I could think was “brown recluse” or “scorpion”! I proceeded to scream for my husband and he didn’t hear me, so I actually had to go find him to kill the darn thing.
Upon first inspection I thought it was a potato bug, and then I researched further and my brother (who’s done his time in Iraq and Afghanistan), said that it’s a small camel spider.
WHAT? That sounds CRAZY!
So what do I do?
I google it.
Apparently they aren’t venemous but their bites are nasty and hurt, and they can also get really infected. And we only get the small ones in Southern California…
Oh great..Just the small ones.
So now I am SO careful when I pick up anything.
So scary!