Speed Street saves the day

every May in Charlotte, we are reminded that we are a bit of a NASCAR hub. a few weeks ago, the most interesting group descended upon Charlotte for the NRA convention and the grand opening of the NASCAR Hall of Fame. To some of your disappointment, i hid inside. i read the paper of Sarah Palin, Chuck Norris, and Dale Earnhardt, Jr. addressing the crowds. i saw the RV's and other fancy cars parked all over our center city and we hid out in Wilmore. 85,000 came to town for these two events. scary. on so many levels. anywho, last weekend, we decided to join in on the fun. Stephen's mom came in town and after treating us to so many things offered us a chance for a date night. so we took the light rail uptown and we went out to eat at this place called Aria. We decided that the whole day would be a concerted effort for both us to be complain free and then that evening we committed to light heartedness. and it actually worked. Speed Street is the center city festival that goes on for a few days leading up to the Coca-Cola 600 - the many characters cruising the streets inspired us to create funny false stories and names that made us laugh. we ate a fabulous meal, i tried two Italian wine blends that I had never heard of before, and we ordered each thing one at a time and order things we had never ordered before and took our time eating it.   Then we went and walked Speed Street. It was nothing short of interesting. AFter passing Pat Benatar performing on the first stage, we held hands and walked up and down the Speed Street passing by all sorts of peeps. I've known for years mullets were not okay but the short shorts we saw this year brought a whole new meaning to daisy dukes. anyway, the point is, we laughed. we felt refreshed and we enjoyed one another very simply. and i am so thankful.

a C

we all know the saying if you have nothing nice to say don't say anything at all. this is turning out to be a problem for me. this is potentially part of the gaps in my blog. i can't decide what to blame the grumpiness on and i'm sure it represents a lot of unfinished things. i was recently and kindly told that sometimes its hard for me to make my way through important conversations because I am quite full of emotions. quite full of emotions that seem to never have the chance to fully express themselves, so when there is even the tiniest comment that touches them, there is a chance i may respond a little passionately. at some point i ran out of time to allow emotions to take their full course at proper times as well as i decided that i was tired of feeling so dang much. are you with me? ahh, but i don't want to be a drag. i wrote stephen an apology note a few weeks ago that he gets the end of the day woman. it's not how it should be, i know. but he does. all day i weave in and out of thoughts and people and chores and by the end of the day I can be all mixed up or quick to jump. i'm just not at my chi. i'm not at peace right now. and he is the easiest punching bag (granted he fights back the most). (: i think it's a lot work, a lot personal and maybe a lot just this phase of life. i'm feeling so average. i hate the thought of average. i always hated C's. i feel i am behind, i'm demoted.  i'm really wanting newness, i'm really wanting greatness, i'm really wanting contentedness, i want too much. unequivocally watching Hannah change keeps my spirit full. this stage is off the hook. she watches our mouths so closely when we are talking to her and she talks and talks and talks and i have no idea what she is saying. but she sure thinks its important. i get one word of every ten and it helps me try to be in the conversation. it must feel so so good to her to be getting these thoughts out. last night when we were going to sleep stephen said, can you believe we are so close to talking with our daughter. i smiled and turned over to sleep. i couldn't decide how long that was going to sound so dreamy. maybe til the first time she talks back? we were trying to teach her to count to three at the park as we were climbing stairs. we focused so hard on the ONEi don't know who to thank, Elmo? the nanny? Did we do something right? It's amazing to realize how much they are absorbing. so i remain a real mixed bag. average hoping for at least above average but honestly maybe greatness in at least one area?

Yum

Stephen and i have been cooking as much as we can. It's been fun and therapeutic, and actually saved us a good deal of money. We wait til after Hannah goes to bed, but try to always have it served by 8pm. (: So i'd like to start sharing some winner recipes when we have them. So tonight, we had tilapia and couscous in the house. So we made Broiled Tilapia with Tomato Salsa and Couscous with Peas and Feta. The Tilapia recipe is below. It helped that we went to the farmer's market today, and also that we have been growing our own herbs this year. We did not have anchovy paste. thank heavens.

Broiled Tilapia & Tomato Salsa Ingredients

  • 1  cup  chopped tomato
  • 1/4  cup  chopped fresh flat-leaf parsley
  • 1  tablespoon  capers, drained
  • 1  tablespoon  white wine vinegar
  • 1/2  teaspoon  anchovy paste
  • 2  garlic cloves, minced
  • 1 1/2  tablespoons  extravirgin olive oil, divided
  • 1/4  teaspoon  salt, divided
  • 1/4  teaspoon  freshly ground black pepper, divided
  • 4  (6-ounce) tilapia fillets
  • Cooking spray
Preheat broiler. Combine the first 6 ingredients in a medium bowl, and stir in 1 1/2 teaspoons oil, 1/8 teaspoon salt, and 1/8 teaspoon black pepper. Brush fish with remaining 1 tablespoon oil; sprinkle with remaining 1/8 teaspoon salt and remaining 1/8 teaspoon pepper. Arrange fish in a single layer on a jelly-roll pan coated with cooking spray. Broil 4 minutes or until fish flakes easily when tested with a fork or until desired degree of doneness. Serve with salsa. And then i made the Couscous with Feta and Peas. Easy and Yum. and I didn't have a fresh lemon or pine nuts so we did without and used lemon juice but i can only imagine it being even tastier with those ingredients. We actually halved the recipe b/c it serves 6 and there are only two of us. and i put a tiny bit of butter when originally making the couscous. it's whole wheat couscous  for peet's sake, a little butter adds some moisture. AND i served it warm not chilled and it was honestly, yum. and healthy.

Couscous with Mint, Peas, & Feta Ingredients

  • 1 1/2  cups  water
  • 1  cup  uncooked couscous
  • 1/4  cup  olive oil
  • 1  teaspoon  grated lemon rind
  • 1  tablespoon  fresh lemon juice
  • 3/4  teaspoon  kosher salt
  • 1/8  teaspoon  ground red pepper
  • 3/4  cup  frozen sweet green peas, thawed
  • 1/4  purple onion, thinly sliced
  • 1/2  cup  crumbled feta cheese
  • 1/4  cup  chopped fresh mint
  • 2  tablespoons  pine nuts, toasted
Bring 1 1/2 cups water to a boil in a saucepan over high heat. Remove from heat, and stir in couscous; let stand 10 minutes. Transfer couscous to a large bowl. Stir together olive oil, lemon rind, and next 3 ingredients; add to couscous, stirring with a fork. Toss peas, sliced onion, crumbled feta, and chopped mint gently into couscous; cover and chill at least 2 hours. Stir in pine nuts just before serving. We served it with the Alamos Chardonnay which i love. but i love it colder than it is supposed to be served and a lighter white would have been more appropriate but we were using what we had in the house, and it wasn't too shabby. For dessert we'll have ice cream and berries. I love summer foods. Salud!

plain ol update. so i can remember.

i should absolutely be fired as a blogger. i tried to mention that i was struggling to keep up. my one sanity time of each week is Friday afternoon naptimes for Hannah. the only problem is the last few Fridays it has included a nap for me b/c i can't hang. i have 3 drafts started and i may just post all of them today if i can finish them. today i want to write but i'm a bit jumbled. it's actually been a good week. i do feel we have been in a season with our feet barely under us and our emotions always boiling. i try to at least keep them in the pot but we've spilled out a few times. Luckily, it's reminded us again that we are a heck of a team, but man all the days aren't so pretty. we did sneak in a mini vacation to be with the vaughans in Portland. it exceeded our expectations and still amazes me how we soaked in all the goodness amidst a great deal of chaos, heartache and transition amongst both families. i felt like i took the slip- n-slide to get there we were going so fast til the moment we arrived, but the time was perfect. we ate and drank a lot. everything is just so delish there. and the friendship is as rich as they come. if only Stephen didn't try to remind me how perfect the west coast is every.minute.of.the.trip. I'm lucky he came back with us.
[caption id="attachment_543" align="alignleft" width="150" caption="walking some of daddy's fav streets"]
[/caption] mom and dad moved into their new home in CHARLOTTE! the week we got back from Portland. It's a beautiful home, a great space, and they are excited to host and settle and dive into their new community. they have a great screen porch that Hannah cannot get enough of, and it's fun to finally see my baby pics that have been resurrected from storage.  I'll scan a few. I'm so happy they have a more permanent landing pad and can't wait to see how God provides community for them there, it's already begun! then the next weekend Amy came in town which was pretty much awesome. she is so beautiful and pregnant and i want to cry everytime I see her. we had a wonderful little tea party for her and it was fun to dream and anticipate baby SO with her. we are beside ourselves to welcome SO and to watch Amy enter motherhood. [caption id="attachment_546" align="alignleft" width="200" caption="Kiki's Tea Party! "]
[/caption] [caption id="attachment_547" align="alignleft" width="200" caption="we love you KiKi and can't wait to add your baby girl to our family! "]
[/caption] [caption id="attachment_545" align="alignleft" width="200" caption="Hannah cuddling with her Great Aunt Nanny! "]
[/caption] then after another slammin week at work, we all escaped to Asheville to celebrate Bryan's graduation. So now EVERYONE in my family but me has a Master's. Who would have guessed? I was so proud of Bebs, he graduated with nearly perfect scores, he really rocked his counseling program and now he'll hang in Charlotte for the summer while he looks for a job. [caption id="attachment_548" align="alignleft" width="150" caption="We are so proud of you Uncle Bebs! "]
[/caption] [caption id="attachment_544" align="alignleft" width="150" caption="Baby SO's Young Life onesie from Cousin Heather, we LOVE IT! "]
[/caption] so that's a lil summary of the happenings. i'll add pics in from those events as soon as i upload them from the camera. it's been a great few weeks of celebrations now that i think about it. [caption id="attachment_549" align="alignleft" width="150" caption="Magna Cum Laude spouda"]
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baby tour

(ignore dates, this was written a few weeks ago right when we got home but i was slow to get all the pics in and now they appear all crazy but you get the idea) my girl is social. i truly think she was a mess today b/c she misses her bff and because she just finished a weekend full of meeting new people. [caption id="attachment_522" align="alignleft" width="150" caption="Meet Carter Smith, Mary Watson, my dear high school girlfriend's near one year old. "]
[/caption] [caption id="attachment_523" align="alignleft" width="200" caption="do we seriously have these kids? awesome. "]
[/caption] we went on a baby tour to meet new babies in the Raleigh/Durham area that we haven't gotten the chance to meet. the friendships represent so much history, such beautiful pictures of our growing up, and it is a sheer joy to share these new little people with one another. the only catch in this dreamy picture i am painting is that i also left accepting the era of life that we are in right now.. it's foggy. meaning as much as you love someone and desire so much conversation and a bottle of wine, our aspirations are higher than our brain space. we have full tired heads, we are foggy. [caption id="attachment_532" align="alignleft" width="200" caption="Hannah kisses Baby Pen. Pen is Anna Daugird Adlard's daughter, my dear friend from Carolina days."]
[/caption] [caption id="attachment_527" align="alignleft" width="200" caption="Patrick & Ceclia, Stephen & Hannah, college roommates with their baby girls."]
[/caption] Thanks to everyone for hosting us, we loved seeing you! 
Lilly, Hannah, and Caroline, the precious Cochran twins. what a treat to be with them, and where did my baby go, she looks all grown up!

i was skinny once too

i'm feeling a little hyper today with our obsession for thinness for women. this is mostly because this obsession has cost me years of my life because i admittedly am a slave to this obsession as well. Although i feel there has been some great healing and freedom over the last few years (thank you Lord! and great community!), i have been thrown back into the pit and i think this time it was because i actually got skinny. after all the illness i emerged a little lighter. Oddly enough, i received more compliments post-surgery than i have in years on how great i looked. i had multiple people actually ask me how much I lost and a few others bring up that this was a big bonus for my illness. ARE YOU KIDDING ME? do we love it that much that after complete physical hell that if i emerge thinner, than this is good? so listen, i don't know the exact poundage of what i lost b/c we forbid scales in my house long long ago, but I can tell you what i did lose, the belief that i looked okay before, the confidence that i was pretty even with a few extra lbs., and the hope that this worldly obsession would not have so much power over me anymore. dang. and you know what makes me so hyper now? b/c i carry this great fear of Hannah (and all the mini's in our hood) living this too and only receiving compliments of outer beauty if she is tiny. since i gained the weight back i cannot remember a compliment. i find myself buying great shoes in hopes it refocuses the attention. as much as i want to remove the mirror in the room, i want more to look in it and feel joy and thankful. i want to feel good in my skin, with the big tummy scar and the way more lopsided post baby boobs and pooch, with the thick thighs and the wider hips, i just want to embrace it and genuinely feel good about it. and i say these things knowing we all have our special "areas" that we disapprove of for ourselves and that keep us from seeing the truth in the mirror. oh, how can i teach Hannah differently? i'll die if she doesn't feel lovely.... can we raise these mini's differently? it probably starts by modeling good behavior which is precisely why i am afraid. i'm trying baby girl, i'm trying. can you ask the world to help me out? Sistas, let's at least encourage one another and be challenged ourselves to see more beauty. i know my treasure in heaven has nothing to do with scales.

Life on the day of Life

[caption id="attachment_514" align="alignleft" width="133" caption="Isaac and Hannah"]
[/caption] Jesus begins his final discourse with words of comfort. "There are many rooms in my Father's home, and I am going to prepare a place for you…When everything is ready, I will come and get you, so that you will always be with me where I am. And you know where I am going and how to get there." (John 14:1 – 4, NLT) Jesus balanced the stark news, “I am going,” with the assurance, “you…know how to get  there.” Thomas speaks for the group in saying, “No, we don’t know. We don’t know where you are going or how to get there.” Jesus responds with a simple, but substantive promise, “I am the way.” The way isn’t an actionable plan; it’s a relational connection.  He is saying in no uncertain terms that the way to reconciliation to God is relational, not religious. "I am the way, the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me." John 14:6
there is so much goodness in the above message. in the Easter story. when i hear somebody has a place for me and they are going first to prepare it something in my shoulders relaxes. i can take a deeper breath. someone somewhere has got me a spot, they are hooking me up. and apparently i know how to get there. and i love Thomas's response.. um... actually.. no i don't know where you are going..hablas ingles? and then the real Truth comes, You do know... it's Me. and i think, dang, i got it wrong again. it's that big. and that full and that nondescript. but still you are going ahead of me, for me. thank you. i'm trying to be unencumbered by the mundane to believe more fully on a more regular basis that i have the hook up and that that hook up is about relationship. and relationships require nurture, and this one is really, really worth it. Thank you Aunt Nanny for a lovely first Easter dress. [caption id="attachment_516" align="alignleft" width="200" caption="the sweet hannah's have their first easter egg hunt"]
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bad parent day

time. you are not on my side. where did you go? did i treat you badly, not appreciate you? i miss you. I cannot keep up, that's the thing. for the most part I have hated myself less than i thought i would as a mom working outside the home. i was always afraid of the balance and it is a wild ride but it has seemed possible, even enjoyable. but there are many days where i cannot get home fast enough i miss her so much. there are many days when i struggle to get out of the house in the morning b/c i want to spend the day with her and i get the sense she would appreciate that too. there are many days when i finally do get home, she takes a while to warm up to me again, sometimes even pushing me away. it hurts but i know she is frustrated with me and i don't blame her. so today, on bad parent day, it was rough, i felt like a bad mom. as i was rushing home to try to get a little time with hannah before heading off to an evening work event, i realized i had no gas and i had to pick Stephen up (other car in shop) so add 15 minutes. im now running late, both for the Nanny and the event. we get home, she is a wreck. apparently she had a rough end to the day and she doesn't have interest in moving towards PH or me when we get home. after a while, she comes for me and she is holding tight. i'm late. she is hugging me. i don't want to go. i need to go. she doesn't want down, so i prolong the departure and then make the passoff hoping to be gone for just one hour and leave that event early to get home to put her to bed. rush to car, brush hair, touch up dark eyes, paint lips, and i'm there. switch gears, play community affairs director and enjoy connecting with folks all the while really thinking about hannah. event is running late, losing chance to sneak out gracefully... and chance disappears. try to text PH to keep her up a little late for me, but there is no service in the building. finally i break out but as i do i get txt from stephen saying she is going down in 3 minutes. i run. try getting out of parking garage but they take cash only, i have no cash. i want to curse the man out, but  instead i just repark and get back out and go to find an ATM. as i jump out of the car the phone in my lap hits the ground and my new iphone shatters. i clinch back the tears. i get money get back in the car and debate telling the man who has a crappy parking garage that isn't up to date enough to take credit cards (he told me he accepted checks, perfect, who carries a checkbook?) that he caused me to miss my daughter's bedtime and broke my phone. i don't say a word, i pay and i screech off (b/c that is mature). i cry all the way home. i think about all the things that have broken recently that we have no money to fix - our coffee pot, the car, our DVD player, the other car....and now i'm so foolish i dropped my iphone. nice. AND i'm a bad mom. i fly into the driveway and i see PH sitting out back and i jump out and head towards him and i have no composure. i'm balling. and i see he is upset. he immediately takes the keys and says he needs to get out for a minute, after trying to comprehend my sob story of course. he tells me hannah has been very mischievous and it has been a rough evening for the two of them. he too feels guilt. he was not patient enough. he did not have control. he was frustrated. i wish i had made it back. i come inside and realize i have to do it. i have to peek in and if there is any chance she is still stirring, i might need to pick her up and rock her. i open the door and she doesn't really move, so i stare and i hope she moves (bad mommy), and then she looks over so i pretend i'm innocently checking in and i pick her up and begin to rock her. her legs feel so long on me now, when did she get so big? i hug her close and give her a soft kiss. she breathes smoothly and deeply and relaxes her little hand on my chest. i try not to need her like this, but tonight i needed this rocking chair time. i felt like the worst mommy and i wanted her to know how desperately i longed to hold her. i pray she got the message. and we'll start the dance all over again tomorrow.

Say Cheese!

[caption id="attachment_500" align="alignleft" width="150" caption="CHEESE!"]
[/caption] it's time to update a bit about Hannah. since her baby book has gone to heck in a handbasket, this is my only hope to record what i am learning about her and her fun stages. so, she is nearing 18 months next week and my little baby is totally a toddler closing in on a little girl. she wakes up talking. she says, "hey Hannah" to the pictures of herself above her bed in the room. she LOVES books and looks at them so intently. she is drama frequently laying herself on the floor ever so gingerly to then flail her legs up and down and roll over. i crack.up. seriously, at 1.5 years you already have this much drama for your mama? she loves Gucci so much and jumps right on top of her and sits on guch's bed to read books. she does the best imitation of a barking dog i have ever heard and the softest lion roar. everyday it gets harder and harder to leave her for work. she does help me put on my blush and pick out my shoes. her mind and body are on overdrive and i hate to miss any of her learning moments. many new words everyday along with some fantastic new face expressions. we are all really growing together and absolutely loving it. here are some fun photos from the last few months. [caption id="attachment_501" align="alignleft" width="200" caption="Reading with Ba!"]
[/caption] [caption id="attachment_502" align="alignleft" width="200" caption="drama queen"]
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[caption id="attachment_505" align="alignleft" width="150" caption="morning greeting to gucci"]
[/caption] [caption id="attachment_506" align="alignleft" width="150" caption="oh, what a long day. "]
[/caption] [caption id="attachment_507" align="alignleft" width="150" caption="just chillin in my chair dad made me with my ottoman. (seriously, do you need to prop your feet?)"]
[/caption] [caption id="attachment_508" align="alignleft" width="150" caption="my lil snow bunny. "]
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need to pay it forward

[caption id="attachment_496" align="alignleft" width="150" caption="pic dad sent me from their outing while i was gone. she loved the bear. "]
[/caption] apparently i actually don't do down time alone well. or at all. and all the forces have worked against me to be busy and encouraged stillness, and yet i resist. It all began when i powered up the computer on my plane ride from Charlotte to Phoenix that i realized that i had taken. Stephen's. computer. not. mine. all the way across country for 3 days. wow. me in the middle seat panics, shuts computer, puts face and hands and tries to keep breathing. panics. cries a little. wonders what stephen's discovery moment was like and what his voice will sound like when i call upon landing. wondering how i will make up for the 3 hours of lost work that i had planned to do and set up to do... on my computer, the one with battery life and my files. stress. pain. close to the end of the flight, i speak to the lady next to me who seems to be in a constant state of chi. she is centered. she manages to say something along the lines of, "well, things are either really bad or not really". hmmm. profound. and no thank you. i want to be upset. God told me he wanted my attention, my rest when possible on this trip, and this is me trying to control that, wanting to chose the windows where i have to think. i call stephen and he is the kindest soul one could know. this adds to the millions of instances that i would have responded FAR worse where it the reverse situation. he was solution oriented and nice to me, grace i think we call that. how does he do it? i would have been SO hot if he took my computer, and his is way more important because it has a bunch of special design programs. ahh, i calm a bit. so, with my husband's dead (no more battery) computer in hand, i arrive to my new board meeting at US Airways. i rally. and it's fabulous. i was scared and it is a really neat board that i am going to love being a part of with a totally surprisingly wonderful group of board folks from Philly, Charlotte, and Phoenix that are down to earth and approachable. and i find myself at ease and even pursuing people. i find myself asking a lot of questions, learning where people came from, what they are about, what they do? i listen and enjoy hearing stories, i try to be present to my present. however when i depart each portion of the meeting, i panic that i don't have a working computer system to log onto, which after the first day leads me to walking down to the Starbuck's on Mill St. Starbuck's, the answer to many of life's problems. i search the place for a person on a MAC computer and i see a nice woman and i ask her if she happens to have her power cord and if so, if she would mind if i used it to charge my computer. she is SO nice. she loans her cord to me and i am trying not to act too ridiculously giddy about my future hope for reconnection with electronics. she even tells me i can sit at her table (which was by a plug), so i do, and i begin to learn a little of her story.. just moved to phoenix, getting married, works as as florist and a nanny..and then she tells me she has to go pick up her fiance, and i see i am only at 18%. okay, fine. and then she says, why don't you keep the cord and mail it to me when you are done. or something. me shocked, trying to resist the offer but powerless against the opportunity to get work done. then we actually realize she will be back in the area the next day so i will just leave her cord at the front desk of my hotel for her to pick up. she leaves and says "i understand being in a pinch and i would hope someone would want to help me out". i love her. i feel this wonderful renewed sense that there are still people in the world that trust one another and are willing to be inconvenienced to help someone else. i feel so happy, now i am centered. and i promise, it's not about the computer, it's really about this act of kindness and trust to a stranger. so anywho, long story long, i then pass this cute shop later in the day and buy her a very small gift to leave with the cord and tell her that i hope each time she sees it, she is reminded of her generous spirit. and so i reconnect. and avoid stillness. i can only hope i will pay the kindness forward.