Holy Hail, Batman!

Adam, G-man, and I made the trek to St. Francis about a week ago. (I know, I'm late in posting about this, but that's just the way it is.) While we were there they had a massive hail storm. The size of the hail wasn't really the issue, though, it was how hard the hail was frozen. This hail was frozen so solid it was clear. Yikes! And there was a lot of it.

The hail drifted like crazy and with all the rain that was coming down with it, the basement window began to fill with water. Don't worry, my dad put on his trusty yellow rain suit and grabbed the shovel!

The next morning my dad had to stop in town for something and said there was still about eight inches drifted in places. Crazy! It wasn't even that cold, but like I said, this hail was frozen SOLID! 

Thankfully the hail didn't damage the house or break any car windows, but it did wipe out one of my dad's wheat fields. Not good.

Let them eat CAKE!

G's birthday is coming up. I've been thinking about what we'll do for his party already. The first birthday is a big deal. I have tons of ideas swirling around in my mind, so I decided to test one out.

I saw a rainbow layered cake online and thought, "Hey, I bet I could do that."

Find this cake here

The only catch is that I'm not much of a baker and I've never made a layered cake that looked very good.  But there's a first time for everything and if I could pull this off, it would be AWESOME!

I started by mixing up two white cake mixes and dividing the batter into six bowls. I just eyeballed the amount and estimated what would be about the same amount in each bowl. Then I got out my trusty box of food coloring and started adding drops to the batter. Well, hello little colored droppers!

It was a total experiment. I had no idea how much color to add, so I just kept adding drops until it looked bright enough. It was a little difficult to mix the colors in my Fiesta bowls, so next time I'll try to find bowls that are clear or white. 

Oh and don't be jealous of my faux marble countertops. I know they're cutting edge.

After mixing the colored batter, I started baking my layers two at a time.

I let the layers cool a little bit, then wrapped each one in plastic wrap and popped them in the freezer. Sadly, a couple of the layers cracked and the green one broke completely into three pieces, but it was really my fault for not being careful enough. Oops!

The layers turned out pretty much the same size, which is great. And they seemed flat enough, so I didn't do any fancy trimming of the top. It wasn't a big deal for the first couple layers, but the whole thing got more "rounded" as it got taller. Since this was a test run, I opted to just do frosting between the layers and on top instead of covering the whole cake. (The truth is that I'm horrible at frosting a layered cake and I'm using the "test run" as my excuse.)

Voila!

I know it's not perfect, but it turned out better than I expected. It was really fun to eat and all the crumbs looked like confetti. Who doesn't want to eat a rainbow confetti cake? I'm so glad I attempted this crazy layered cake. 

I'm going to do a variation of this idea for G's birthday. We'll see how it turns out. It could be a disaster, but at least it will look fun!

Naughty or Nice?

Little man likes to stand up in his crib and throw his paci onto the floor. Apparently on this night it was really hilarious to see mom look for it.

Hmmm...giggling instead of sleeping. Is this naughty or nice? 

That Glorious Day

I have been to a lot of weddings. I love weddings. I love the decorations, the flowers, the dresses, the grooms face when he sees the bride, the cake, the punch, the dancing...

I really loved my own wedding. My dress was just what I wanted. The flowers were perfect. The reception was fun. Adam was handsome. I wouldn't change anything, which I guess is what every bride hopes she'll say when she looks back. Score for me! I do wish I could go back and do it again, though. The second time around I would savor every moment. Now that I'm actually married, all the stress and pressure and nerves are gone and I might remember the day more. But that's not going to happen, so I'll just bask in the fleeting memories of that day.

When planning my wedding, I borrowed some ideas from other weddings I had been to. One thing I borrowed was the processional song, Agnus Dei. My version was instrumental and the pianist played the main part of the song repeatedly while the bridesmaids came down the aisle. Then they closed the doors at the back of the church and I waited for the crescendo of, "H-o-l-y!" when the doors opened and Adam saw me for the first time. It was a symbolic and special entrance.

Almost 10 years ago I was invited to the wedding of a girl named Ashley. She was marrying a guy named Chris who she had met in college. Ashley spent a semester in Africa helping out at the school where I was teaching, and we became friends. When her semester was finished, she returned to Texas, but we kept in touch through email, not to mention the fact that she left my friend Christy and I a bunch of clothes when she left. Anyway, she ended up getting engaged and planning a summer wedding in San Antonio the year after I got back from Africa. I hadn't ever been to San Antonio, so I went and had a mini-reunion with three other girls who had also been Africa . It was such a fun weekend that ended with the wedding.

I really didn't know Ashley that well and I had never met Chris until that weekend, but I cried through the whole ceremony. It was probably the most fabulous wedding I've ever attended. Not because it was lavishly decorated or followed by an expensive reception, but because it was the most perfect picture of Christ's love for His bride. And it all began with the processional.

An older couple began singing Agnus Dei as the bridesmaids made their way down the aisle. It was beautiful. But when their voices swelled at "H-O-L-Y" and the handsome groom saw his glowing bride for the first time, I literally wanted to stand up and cheer. It was breathtaking. A holy union in the purest sense.

Let's be honest, weddings aren't really events where people jump up and shout while the bride walks down the aisle. But as I forced myself to remain in my seat all I could think about is how incredible it will be in heaven when the angles are triumphantly singing, "Holy, holy, holy are you Lord God Almighty! Worthy is the Lamb!" while Christ receives the bride he has been awaiting.

So as I planned my own wedding, I used that song in hopes that Adam and my marriage might be a reflection, albeit weak, of that glorious day.

Little Purses for Little Girls

I have two sweet nieces who we were planning to see for Easter. I knew they would be getting a lot of candy, so I wanted to give them something else. I planned to make hair clips, but didn't get them finished. Instead, I sewed each of them a little drawstring purse.

I chose fabric that was girly, but not too little girly. No Dora, no butterflies, no bunnies and chicks. I wanted these to be something that they could use now and later. They're perfect for a little girl to carry to church with some Sunday school offering, a hankie (as if anyone still carries those), and a pencil and paper. But they'll also be really handy for jewelry or make-up or whatever when the girls get older. I also made them reversible just for fun. The drawstring is harder to pull when they are inside out, but it's still an option.

First I gathered my material and ribbon.

I drew a pattern on some printer paper and cut out all my pieces. Then I just stitched them up! The whole project took about an hour...maybe less than that...and it was kind of a trial and error project, but I love how they turned out and hopefully the girls like them. 

The lining is pink in both of them.

I didn't get a picture of the girls with their purses, but we did try to get one of all the kiddos. Not the best picture we've ever taken, but getting three little ones to look and smile at the same time is nearly impossible. They're still cute and this captures the day perfectly. A and K both being silly and G looking a little overwhelmed.

Snapshot

I always want to remember this face:

I love my boy.

We Like Mike

A couple years ago there was a group of high school boys who Adam and I liked to hang out with.

Well, Adam hung out with them the most, but they let me join them every now and then. We all had lunch periodically at Lot-A-Burger. It was fun. They were fun. But they all graduated and headed off to college.

We were sad. And then...they came back to visit. Quite a bit actually. Yay!

We've had lots of visits from Michael. He showed up to hold G in the hospital.

He came back the next day, but didn't want to hold G that time. He just wanted to hang out in my hospital bed. Gee thanks.

A few weeks later he showed up again. This time he brought his friend, Clint. And his tie-dye tank top. G wasn't a fan of the tank top. He peed on it. 

G gave Michael a second chance a little later. In fact, G thought Mike was super fun. They spent some quality time bonding. It was sweet.

Michael dropped by this weekend. He wanted to show us his new set of wheels. Two wheels, that is. Yep, Michael got a motorcycle. It rhymes. So does Mike got a bike. 

I like motorcycles. They're dangerous. The last bike I rode was this one in Vietnam:

We wrecked it. Talk about dangerous. 

And now Michael was here to take me for a ride. I donned his helmet and my dorky sunglasses. You have to have some kind of head protection, although the helmet was way too big. It kept slipping down over my eyes.

We hopped on his sweet ride and off we went. 

No wrecks this time. And I felt cool, which is really what matters most. 

We like Mike.