A few mornings ago, I woke up to find a bird on our screened-in porch. Now let me be clear, birds are God’s beautiful creatures, but they freak me out up close! Patrick had already gone to work so I tried my best to get it out…(meaning I opened the door and threw a french fry by the opening, hoping the bird would sense the food, and thus, the exit.)
No such luck.
When I got out of the shower, 3 MORE BIRDS had flown in!! I managed to capture 2 of the culprits.
Clearly I wasn’t going out there anytime soon. By the time Patrick got home, it was dark out, so we just hoped that they’d be gone by morning.
Again, no such luck.
Patrick isn’t exactly a fan of birds either, but I guess this comes along with being the man of the house. Besides, at this point, it was Man vs. Bird.
***Just an observation…evidently before you go off on a bird capturing mission, you need to strap your shoes on tight and put a hood on your head. You must also be armed with an umbrella and a towel.
Gotta love that look of accomplishment on his face.
Hope you all had a wonderful Thanksgiving. I use the word “blessing” a lot, but it truly is a blessing to be able to share a special day with family and friends, eat abundantly, be in a warm house, watch football (or at least watch your husband watch football…), play on the iPad, go back for seconds….I could go on and on.
But what if you had none of this?
Yesterday on a last minute trip to the grocery store, I was just looking around in amazement.
Fresh veggies and fruits….
Aisles and aisles of everything else…
SO MUCH FOOD. Right at my disposal.
No hunting or gathering. No sowing or harvesting. No bartering with my neighbor. No hoping a rescue plane will drop grains on my village. No searching for clean water. No physical labor.
It’s just there. On a shelf. Waiting for me to put it in my cart.
So the next time you go to the grocery store, or the fridge, or the kitchen cabinet, just a gentle reminder of how blessed we are and how meaningful it is to give a little prayer of gratitude.
And speaking of gratitude…
This is Bobby.
He’s Bella’s BFF, and if we lose him, we’re toast. We have no idea why he’s named Bobby. She just started calling him that, so we went with it.
I probably shouldn’t be OVERLY worried, since Bella won’t be 2 until March, but I have to admit it’s kind of embarrassing to walk around with Bobby plugging her up, especially since she talks so much, people think she’s older than what she is.
Hubby says it makes her happy and don’t worry about it. However, I really don’t want all the beautiful pics from her childhood to have Bobby in them!
As you can see here…
And — ok you get the point!
So yesterday, I took a stance. Bobby will only be used at nap/bedtime now. She’s been asking for him, and I keep telling her, he’s in her bed, waiting for her to go to sleep. I feel pseudo-bad telling this fib, knowing good and well I’ve got an emergency one hidden on me, but so far, no major meltdowns. This is Day 2…stay tuned.
It’s downright cold here in TN…definitely dreaming of the good old sunny days in LA. If I landed today, this is what I’d do:
…best hike in the city, IMHO. So rewarding when you finally reach the top, but don’t start celebrating when you hit that 1st bench….look up darlin’, you’re only 1/2way there. On a clear day, you can see from downtown all the way to the ocean. And people in LA are in such great shape, you’re guaranteed to pull inspiration from people running uphill. Btw, dogs are free to run off-leash here, so if you’re scared of em, this ain’t the hike for you.
…love LOVE this restaurant. So peaceful and when you sit out on the balcony, you feel like you’re literally dining on the water. Go at sunset…simply gorgeous…or for brunch…or both.
Rose Bowl Flea Market in Pasadena
…the crazy thing is that after living there almost 10 yrs, I’ve never actually been. I love flea markets though and this one is supposed to be packed with all kindsa treasures. I’m gonna start looking for old pieces of furniture that I can refurbish…love the feeling of mixing old with new…it just feels good. Btw, this one is only on the 2nd Sunday of the month.
Real Food Daily
…makes being vegan ridiculously easy. And the desserts?? OMG. Which reminds me, I need to buy their cookbook. But I’ve been a pretty good girl this year, so maybe I’ll get it for Christmas. (If you wanna show me some love, tweet Patrick and drop a little hint…hehe.)
Oh, and of course I’d be hanging with my sister and her husband…they make movies.
Btw, I made those awesome shirts for them to wear after their wedding. Don’t be jelly! ;)
…early morning baby wake up call
…fall air is crisp and still
…able to catch the sunrise over the Smokey Mountains
Honestly, I’ve had a harder time than I imagined adjusting back to life in Tennessee, but mornings like this help me to live in the “now” and appreciate the beauty of the present moment.
Saturday mornings are my favorite time now. Patrick works so much that it’s wonderful to have these lazy, loving mornings.
Pancakes have become a big part of our weekend ritual. We usually trade off who gets (i mean, “has”) to be the chef, and I guess I drew the short straw this morning.
All my ingredients…
Dancing with Daddy while the food cooks…
Mattie always lurking around to see what will fall on the floor…
How is it honey??
As Bella says, “there’s a party in my tummy! so yummy! so yummy!”