Sunday, February 27, 2011

Edible Snowflakes

STEP ONE * fold flour tortillas in half twice {into fourths}.
STEP TWO * cut out snowflake patterns with kitchen shears.
STEP THREE * unfold.
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So CUTE!
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{and s.i.m.p.l.e.}
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STEP FOUR * smear soft butter spread all over each snowflake surface
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STEP FIVE * sprinkle with cinnamon and sugar.
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STEP SIX * bake at 400 degrees for 5-7 minutes.
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STEP SEVEN * enjoy!
{If your little brother will let you.}

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Try them today!
{Your kiddos will thank you.}
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{Source: "Playskool's Busy Toddler Play Book."}
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Thursday, February 10, 2011

i sort of love conjuncta{freakin'}vitis...

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let it go,
let it roll right off your shoulder
don't you know
the hardest part is over

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let it in,
let your clarity define you
in the end
we will only just remember how it feels

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our lives are made
in these small hours
these little wonders,
these twists & turns of fate

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time falls away,
but these small hours,
these small hours still remain

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let it slide,
let your troubles fall behind you
let it shine
until you feel it all around you

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and i don't mind
if it's me you need to turn to
we'll get by,
it's the heart
that really matters in the end

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our lives are made
in these small hours
these little wonders,
these twists & turns of fate

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time falls away,
but these small hours,
these small hours
still
remain

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all of my regret
will wash away some how
but i can not forget
the way i feel right now

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in these small hours
these little wonders
these twists & turns of fate
*
time falls away but these small hours
these small hours, still remain,
still remain.

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...these little wonders still remain
{Rob Thomas ~ Little Wonders.}

The house is a wreck,
my sink is not shiny,
it's 3:13 pm, and yep...
still in my bathrobe.
But man, it was a good day.

The pink eye is clearing up
and we have reveled in a
gloriously lazy day full of
pancakes with too much syrup,
basking in window-sun,
wii tournaments,
and shooting a gratuitous
{and frankly ridiculous}
number of nakey-baby-pics. 

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We are mothers.

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Though we will accomplish much in the fields of education, literature, art, music, industry, public service & humanitarianism, we know that no accomplishment will equal the joy we find within the walls of our own homes as nurturers and educators of the leaders of tomorrow.

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Thursday, February 3, 2011

zen crafting

I am loving my holiday tree.
 I love thinking of all the possibilities.
Even more than that,
I love seeing if I can create it without 
going to the store for ANYTHING.
A fun challenge indeed.
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so I get ornament hooks from the Christmas box...
and bright pink satin from my sewing scrap bag...
and little pearls and rhinestones from the bead box...
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and I rip the pages out of thrashed, old books....
and I fold those papers in half and cut out little hearts...
you know, old school style,
like a second grader.
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and I play around with punches...
and I start cutting hearts out of the satin too...
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and I grab my trusty glue gun...
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and totally immerse myself in all of it...
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and I listen to piles of  David Sides...
and the hum of the baby monitor...
and the occasional bark of a neighborhood dog...
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And all feels right with the world.
So, I call it zen crafting.
Because it is THAT good.