I'm only 29

So today officially the last day of my 20's. It's kinda depressing, but not that bad. I've been thinking about all that has happened to me in the past decade. It's been pretty eventful!

I turned 20 on April 12, 1998. I was a junior in college at the University of Arkansas. I got my wisdom teeth cut out the next month, but much more traumatic than that, my dear sweet Grandma passed away that October. Losing a beloved grandparent was very difficult, especially since we had lost Grandpa a couple of years earlier.

After turning 21, I graduated from college with a degree in therapeutic recreation, did my internship at a rehab hospital, and moved to Nashville with my sister to support her dream of musical stardom. I worked at an alternative school (boy, the stories I have from there!) for 2 years, took up swing dancing, and met my husband when I was nearly 23. Right after our second date, my last surviving grandparent, my dad's dad, passed away. I flew to Kansas City for his funeral, especially mournful because I had seen him so infrequently during his last years. Five months later, in July of 2001, Grant and I were married.

Being a military wife was full of new challenges, since not only was I immersed in a brand new culture, in a new town where I knew no-one, had to find a job, and oh yeah, I was married, September 11 happened and our whole lives changed. Grant was part of the initial ground troops invasions of both Afghanistan and Iraq, leaving me to cope with living alone (which I had never done) and worring about my husband in war zones, with whom I rarely had contact. What did I do with my oodles of spare time? I learned how to mow my own large yard, put together 2 1,000 piece puzzles and had them framed, and helped lead worship at my church. And yes, I spent a lot of time writing letters and moping. And praying. And moping more. And visiting my sister in Nashville.

During his deployment to Afghanistan, my younger brother, almost 16, was diagnosed with AML, a fast-moving, life-threatening form of leukemia and needed a bone marrow transplant to survive. Thanks to God's providence, 3 of us 4 siblings were perfect matches. A miracle in itself. I was chosen to be the donor and the transplant occurred on September 11, 2002. Grant had just gotten home the month before. Despite a few setbacks along the way, my brother is fully recovered and close to graduating from college, Praise God!

Just before Grant left for Iraq, I got pregnant. I was 24. That was a tough deployment. Okay, they were both tough. I can't really say which was harder.

Anyways, again Grant got home just in the nick of time, a month before delivery. He got to come home before the rest of his division because he was separating from the Army. Corban was born on October 20, 2003.

In a whirlwind of events, we spent holidays travelling to see families and then moving to Virginia for Grant's new job.

We bought our first home and settled in. Our home was on a double lot and Grant spent nearly 2 years going through the process of splitting the lot so we could either sell or build. We built. We broke ground just a month after our daughter, Marissa was born...October 28, 2005.

We moved into our new home (right next door....easiest move by far!) in June 2006. I was 28 years old.

Fast forward a few months and I'm pregnant again, another baby girl. Annika was born September 6, 2007. We are so blessed with big, healthy, beautiful babies and good deliveries. One of the special things about this daughter; my Grandma was the second daughter (3rd child) of her mother. My mom was the second daughter (4th child) of her mom, born when Grandma was 30. I am the second daughter of my mom (3rd child), born just weeks before she turned 30. Annika is my second daughter (3rd child), born 7 months before I turn 30. Kinda cool.

So let's see. Nutshell version. In the past 10 years, I've lost 2 grandparents, graduated from college, moved 4 times, had 3 different jobs (other than wife and mother), gotten married, gone through 2 deployments, donated bone marrow to my brother, had 3 babies, bought and sold a house, built a house, and started a blog. Not to mention all the "little" things like mastering cheesecake baking, making lots of new friends, joining MOPS, growing in leaps and bounds in being a good wife and mother (though I have so far to go yet), and starting homeschooling.

It's been a good 10 years. I'm excited to see where the Lord takes me in the next 10.

Peanut Butter Bars

One of my all time favorite desserts. Peanut Butter Bars. Super easy, quick, and combines chocolate and peanut butter. How can you get better than that? So yesterday, Corban and I whipped up a batch for Grant to take to a work lunch.

Recipe:

1 1/4 cups graham cracker crumbs (one package)

2 2/3 cups powdered sugar

1 cup butter

1 cup peanut butter

12 oz pkg semi-sweet chocolate chips

4-5 T milk

Directions:

Combine cracker crumbs and powdered sugar well in a 13 x 9 inch pan. Melt the butter and peanut butter together and stir until smooth. Pour over the crumb mixture and mix until completely combined. Press down firmly and evenly into pan. Melt the chocolate chips and milk together and stir until smooth. Pour over the crust, stick in the fridge to set up, and you're done!

Corban proudly donned his apron and was ready to work!

Crushing the graham crackers was his primary job.

So after I got the bars completed, I left Corban in the kitchen while I went to get Marissa up from her nap. When we came back downstairs, here was what we saw.

Well, actually, what we saw was his entire head in the bowl I had melted the chocolate in, licking up every spot. This is the result of that manic chocolate chasing.

Just one last bit of chocolate to lick, Mom.

Yep, that's a boy after my own heart.

Growing up

Disclaimer: This is purely for the enjoyment of the proud grandparents and aunts/uncles. Annika (7 months in 2 days) has started waving.....and it is just about the cutest thing ever. She gets this huge grin on her face and awkwardly jerks her entire arm around in pseudo-circles. I just love this stage!

Talking in the shower

Early this morning I was changing Marissa (2) while Grant was in the shower. We heard him say something to himself and Marissa got a big grin on her face. "Daddy's talking on the phone in the shower....that's SO SILLY!" And she giggled. So cute. Note: This picture is several months old...but I thought it was fitting for this post.

Substitution for Cream

I often try to make dishes as healthy as possible without compromising taste or appearance. One of my favorite substitutions is evaporated skim milk for cream. Now I love a good sauce with cream, but my goodness, my bathroom scale doesn't.....so I'll just use equal parts of the fat free evaporated milk and maybe add a little cornstarch (dissolved in a tad of cold water) for additional thickening, as evap. milk is truly not as "creamy" as cream, go figure. The main recipe I use this with is Cajun Chicken Pasta. It's delicious and SO much less fat without the cream. Give it a try!

Little Personality Test

I just took a simple personality test here. I scored a 42....which means "Others see you as fresh, lively, charming, amusing, practical, and always interesting; someone who's constantly in the center of attention, but sufficiently well-balanced not to let it go to their head. They also see you as kind, considerate, and understanding; someone who'll always cheer them up and help them out."
I'm not sure that's completely accurate, especially the "constantly in the center of attention" part. Shoot, I don't know about being "lively" or "always interesting" either. "Charming" and "amusing"? Definitely me. (ha ha)
I don't know how valid these sort of quizzes truly are, but it was fun to take. Try it and tell me your results!

I'm no Martha Stewart

Mountains of laundry waiting to be folded, grubby refrigerator, sticky kitchen floor, streaks on all the mirrors, piles of papers to file, dust gathering, muddy pawprints on the carpet, dirty dishes covering the counter...... and little ones clamoring for attention nonstop. The list of things to do never seems to shrink when you're a mom of young children. I know we all get overwhelmed with trying to keep a neat and organized house at least once in awhile, some of us more than others. I have a very large house, and while the space is wonderful to have, when it comes time to clean (which is every day to some degree), I get behind and discouraged often. I read some blogs of ladies who never seem to have this problem because they have such dedication to their schedules and stay on top of things consistently. I am NOT one of those ladies. However, I do take solace in the words of a very wise 70 year old friend, who shared with me the advice her mother gave her years ago. She said, "If your house is messy and a guest comes over, one of two things will happen. Either she'll see that you're not perfect and don't always have your act together and then won't feel so bad about herself and her lack of "perfection" (because we all know that as women, we're constantly comparing ourselves to others) OR she'll see that you're messier than she is and feel better about herself. Whichever happens, your guest went away feeling happy! And that should make you feel happy too!"
So now whenever I start to feel down because I can't seem to make my house as neat as I want, even for social gatherings, let alone every day, and I lack that knack for decorating you see in the magazines, I try to remember that all that stuff probably doesn't make real people feel better anyways.