Happy birthday, Caleb! (Baby story #2)


Happy Birthday, Caleb! (baby story #2)

Daddy suspected it first. We were driving home from a wonderful vacation in Vermont during the fall when he dropped the bombshell: “I think you’re pregnant, hon!” Pregnant? Me? Now? Remember how we tried for well over a year? Remember the heartache of losing our first baby? Remember saying we didn’t need to use birth control because as you put it, “You don’t seem to get pregnant easily.”  Yeah, remember those things? Oh, one more. Remember how our baby is only 6 months old?

 On our trip, I would wait until we must have been driving for 5 hours and I was starving before I would ask Dad to stop and get me something to eat. I guess it was usually only 20 minutes. Oops. I was also pretty exhausted, but heck! I had a 6 month old baby! I had also just climbed a mountain on our trip! Well, a small one, but still…

I was pregnant. I was one month pregnant. My first response was fear. But, after a few hours of getting used to the idea, a thrill began growing inside me. I WAS PREGNANT! Me. Growing another miracle inside my body like a super hero! Ok, change of plans. Now I would be the Mommy of 2 children, very close together. Basically, 2 babies. So what if I was just getting back into shape! I would be a fit pregnant woman.

Could my heart expand to love another baby as much as I loved our Joshie? Well, Caleb, dear…you didn’t make it easy! The very first night you were born, you whimpered all night. The nurses wanted me to sleep (you were born at 11:30pm) and I told them I wouldn’t rest unless you were with me. I was so worried about you! What was causing you to be in pain?

Colic. One little word that would consume our days and nights. You screamed for up to 3 hours at a time. After awhile, baby Joshie began screaming, too, to get my attention. I thought being a nurse would help me handle anything. Colic had even your doctors stumped. At one appointment where you were also diagnosed with asthma at 2 months of age, the Pediatrician scribbled a prescription and handed it to me. “Give this to your husband,” he said, with a concerned look. The script?  “3 hours at mall without babies,” it said.

My heart grew. You continued to scream much of the time, but gave us glimpses of the funny; sweet and intelligent child you were. Most frustrating was when I would take you boys out for a walk and you would show off by smiling and cooing to anyone who stopped to admire you! “Is he a good baby for you?” Ummm, well, all babies are good, but he also screams more than he does anything else! “No! I don’t believe it! He’s so sweet! He must smile all the time!”

What a difference a few months made! Your horrible colic got better, although you never have lost that stubborn, adventerous spirit! You would wrench your elbow out of joint 3 times at age 2 and 3. The first time it was jumping off of a couch, the second and third were yanking away from me while I was holding on to your hand. The doctor chastised me for “pulling on your arm” and I burst into tears! How to explain that I wasn’t the one pulling and how can a child yank that hard, doesn’t it hurt?

You visited the emergency room more than we wished. You were hard to keep down! Yet, through it all you always had a twinkle in your eye and an infectious giggle! Watching you grow up to be the passionate and loving teacher, worship leader and husband you are has made your Dad and I very proud!

Happy 28th birthday, Caleb! Keep running after Jesus with all you’ve got! Dad and I love you so very much!

Happy Mother’s Day to my Kids!



As Mother’s Day approaches, I have been thinking about my kids. Well, that’s not really hard to do, considering there are 6 of them! This post series is for them, but you are certainly welcome to listen in! Each post will feature one of my kids.

Growing up, I always wanted to be a mother. Sure, I imagined that I would be a famous actress or a brain surgeon, too…but being a mother was a given.  When I was a teenager, I thought my time would never come. I never thought I would survive through high school and college and ever be old enough or mature enough for marriage and babies. Disclaimer: I am not sure you ever feel old enough or mature enough once you realize a baby is actually coming!

When the day finally came that my husband agreed we should try to have a baby, we had been married 3 years. I was sure I would be pregnant the very next month! I cried every month that went by with no sign of a baby. I prayed and cried a lot those days. Mother’s day was painful for me, as were the well-meaning comments asking when we were going to start our family. Every month that I didn’t get pregnant, I felt like a failure.

After more than a year, we were finally pregnant! But, as soon as we called our parents and told our friends, my body went into labor, rejecting the baby we had prayed and hoped for. We were told to wait a few months before trying again.

Finally, I was pregnant again! Of course, I was scared to death that I would lose this baby, too.When I was a few weeks pregnant, I wrote this little poem:

Joy of my heart,

Seed of our love,

growing quietly within.

Praise God!

I am…

a Mother.

I was working as a nurse on a cardiac care floor and most days I didn’t have time to sit down during my shift. On my days off, I would rest on the couch with my belly uncovered to let the sun shine on it. I would sing to my baby and tell him how loved and wanted he was.  I went into premature labor several times and by 6 months, I was advised to take a medical leave and go on bedrest for the remainder of the pregnancy. After 3 days of hard labor and a full 12 days after his due date,  Joshua Aaron joined our world. Joshua, you have the special place of firstborn. With you, we vowed to be the perfect parents and never leave the house with your face dirty, nose running or clothes out of place. We would love you perfectly and you would respond with perfect obedience, never cry or fuss and a perfect score on your SAT’s. I know, I know, I’m laughing, too!

The truth of the matter was that we failed horribly almost daily. Your first year of life was almost non-stop ear infections and pediatric cardiology appointments, and since we thought we would never get pregnant again-surprise! Baby number 2 was on the way when you were only 5 months old! I was a tired, pregnant, grumpy and disillusioned young mom! No baby was ever loved more than you were and no mother was ever more surprised than I was that I couldn’t be the perfect mother. Thank you, Josh, for breaking me in and training me on what it takes to be a mother! You were an amazing and brilliant child and you are an amazing and brilliant young man! Watching you be such a wonderful husband and awesome Daddy brings me to tears. I love you, honey!

Stayed tuned for the next few days as I feature Caleb, Julianna, Samuel, Emma and Katja! I love each and every one of them with a fierce Mama-love that will never die! Happy Mother’s Day, kids…you are the reason I am celebrating!



Spring-time, my Romeo

Birds in Tree

O Spring, Spring! Wherefore art thou Spring-time?
Deny thy winter and refuse thy snow.
Or, if thou wilt not, be but warmer my love,
And I’ll no longer be a hermit. (apologies to Mr. Shakespeare!)

These cold, dreary last days of winter have caught me in its claws. My heart feels like a stone, weighing me down. The politics of this world have made me pensive and sad. I eagerly look for signs of Spring. A warmth in the breeze, a bud on a tree, a crocus pushing up through the mire.

I love the winter when it is new and fresh, but now I am tired of the cold mud and gray skies. Forgive me for not posting lately. I just can’t seem to crawl out of this hole.

Wow! I wrote the above sentiments about 10 days ago, and a lot has happened since then! First of all, we had several beautiful, warm sunny days…that always cheers me up! Second, I met a beautiful family that I had been introduced to online (hmmm, that sounds kind of creepy, but we were introduced on facebook by a mutual friend!).  They moved into my area and I dragged myself out of my slump and got to work on welcoming them to the area. They have 2 awesome little boys that I have had the great honor of babysitting (or practicing my grandparenting skills!) and in doing so, I feel recharged, refreshed and exhilarated!


Do you have something that can bring you up out of a low mood or depression? If you have a passion, hobby or something else that you have found that works for you, please share it with us! As a Christian, there are scripture verses that help encourage me when I am feeling sad, one of my favorites is

So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.

Isaiah 41:10 

 As a Nurse, I realize that sometimes I may need to consult a Doctor if I am feeling depressed and I cannot pull myself out of it. Depression can be a chemical imbalance in our brains or even a result of a long, dreary winter. SAD, or seasonal affect disorder occurs to some people when there is a drastic reduction in the amount of sunshine they are getting daily. It can help to get a full-spectrum light and sit under it for at least 30 minutes daily. 

Or, in my case, maybe you just need to play with some incredibly cute kids! Thanks, Sheri!


Valentine’s Day Chocolate Cherry Dessert Crepes


Valentine’s Day Chocolate Cherry Dessert Crepes

Oh, my goodness! I just made the easiest, most delicious Valentine’s Day treat and my taste buds are singing happy songs! If you want to make something special for Valentine’s Day, but don’t have the time or patience to make a decadent dessert with tricky instructions, this recipe is for you!

First of all, you need to make some basic crepes. There are crepe recipes all over the internet, I used a simple one from allrecipes found here. Some recipes call for chilling the crepe batter for an hour, but my crepes were a last minute, impulsive decision, so I needed one that I could mix up and cook right away!

My skillet has a fancy honeycomb design, which made my crepes look a little fancier! If you didn’t read all about my new ceramic skillet from Ozeri, click here, it’s pretty amazing!

Valentine's Day

Valentine’s Day Chocolate Cherry Dessert Crepes


Crepes, made according to your favorite recipe

Greek yogurt, plain or vanilla

Cherry or raspberry preserves (or use from yogurt container)

Chocolate chips

Chocolate curls from yogurt container

Frozen or fresh dark sweet cherries and/or raspberries

Whipped cream

Husband, children or best friends to share it with!



  1. Lay crepe flat on plate
  2. Spoon greek yogurt in middle of the crepe. I used Mixim from Aldi that came in a heart shaped container with separate sections for the yogurt, preserves and chocolate curls.
  3. Spoon preserves and some chocolate chips over the yogurt.
  4. Roll crepe up to form a tube.
  5. Squirt whipped cream down the length of the rolled crepe.
  6. Spoon fruit over whipped cream
  7. Sprinkle chcocolate curls, chocolate chips, or both over top of fruit.
  8. Enjoy!


 So, there you have it! A super-easy, decadent Valentine’s Day treat you can whip up in no time for your favorite Valentine! What do you think? I hope you try it, let me know how you like it!

Ceramic Green Earth Frying Pan by Ozeri: Review


This ceramic green earth frying pan by Ozeri is made safely with no heavy metals or chemicals. The older kind of non stick pans have been found to be dangerous for your health, so I was eager to replace my older pan with a new one that is safe to use.

The ceramic surface of the pan has a unique honey-comb design. I was worried that certain foods would stick to the design, but I tried it out with pancakes first, and there was absolutely NO sticking!

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ceramic green earth frying pan by ozeri

You have to season the pan before the first use, which is very easy to do and the directions are included. You don’t need much oil in the pan at all and you can use a lower temperature because the pan conducts heat so efficiently! It is a DREAM to clean up and the ceramic surface is scratch resistant, too!

The pan came with a felt flower-like protector that you place inside the pan to keep other pans from sratching it while it is put away. The green color is bright and pretty and reminds me of how ecologically friendly my new pan is!

ceramic green earth frying pan by Ozeri

I usually don’t gush over pans, I have had my own catering business and have a nice set of Cuisinart stainless steel pans, but this one is my favorite! I plan to get one for my daughter for her college graduation. A wonderful gift for you or someone else! I did recieve this pan for free in order to review it, although my opinions are always my own.

You can purchase this 12″ceramic Green Earth frying pan on Amazon for $27.50

It also comes in a nice set of several sizes! I made scrambled eggs in it this morning and all I had to do to clean it was to wipe it down with a damp paper towel!


I received this product at no charge for review purposes, the opinions posted are mine and I was under no obligation to post a positive review. This post has affiliate links. 

Sunday Morning Coffee


Sunday morning…the morning sky is like peaches dipped in vanilla frosting. The smoke from fireplaces and furnaces floats like a lazy river over roof tops in my neighborhood. The old wood floor vibrates as the furnace purrs in the cellar, like the content cat warming my lap.

My coffee is cold…and black. Yesterday’s brew that sat in the pot overnight. I will heat it about 3 times and set it down, forgetting to drink it while it’s hot. I want to savor the peace of this morning.


My Bible lays open on my lap, I close my eyes and let the words sink into my soul. I love the Psalms, and find myself going there frequently.

Now, the house is waking up. Water runs in the bathroom upstairs. The dog yawns noisily, looking at me with hope that I will get up and get him a treat.

It’s time to get ready for Church.

It’s time to heat up my coffee again (yes, I forgot it).

It’s time to start a new week.

I pray for you, friends. I pray this week will be filled with all you need and unexpected blessings.



A Snowy Morning Chat with Coffee


Good Snowy Morning to you, dear ones! Here I sit in my comfortable old chair, the blue-white dawn of a snowy morning peeking through the lace curtains. The world is silent. I woke early due to pain, and crawled out of bed to talk to God and chat with you. I am sipping from a beautiful hand painted polish pottery mug that a dear friend gave me for Christmas (Thanks, Cindy!).

I was thinking about my daughter’s basketball game last night. There was a sparse crowd, possibly due to the impending snow. The other team’s Varsity boys sat in the bleachers with posters, cheering for their girl’s team. Our fans and Varsity boys cheered on our side, too. Their team almost looked like they were from another culture. Most of the boys wore very skinny colored jeans and extreme “hipster” haircuts. Our boys wore school sweatshirts and regular jeans. Then the game began. Their boys cheered loudly and made rude noises when our girls were shooting a foul shot. Our side was respectfully silent when they shot their foul shots. Our boys are normal teens and I worried that they would get mad and start being rude back to these kids. I have to say as a mother and teacher, I was SO PROUD of our boys! They continued to be respectful even when the other team was openly rude. Don’t ever be afraid to do what’s right, even if you are the only one!

Now the morning light is brighter and the heat has kicked on, rumbling under the floorboards. A distant siren reminds me to pray for the ones who are hurt or sick enough to need that ambulance. The cats have had their breakfast and are curled up sleeping on the couch. The world outside my window looks frosty, white and and still.

I’m going to tuck my blanket around myself a little more snug and pray some more. Stay warm and safe, my friends!

Learning to Be a “Yes” Mom


So, let me give you some background on this. First of all, I have had long hair most of my life. Every time I cut my hair shorter, I would always let it grow long again. I love long hair, and I think girls and women look so pretty wearing their hair long. The beauty in the photograph above is my 16 year old daughter, Katja.

Katja is the youngest of my 6 children, and the only one living at home. I like to think that I have learned a few parenting skills along the way, but, being a “yes” mom was one of the hardest! When my oldest was first a teenager, it was so hard to say, “Yes”(Sorry, Josh!). I pictured the worst case scenario of every request. What if the person driving isn’t a safe driver (actually, a good question to ask)? What if they stay up too late? What if they play bad video games? What if, what if, what if?

Along the way, I have learned that instead of automatically wanting to say no, I want to be the Mom who says YES. So, if the request wasn’t life threatening, immoral, or too expensive,  I taught myself to say yes. I started with my oldest and learned more with each child. I decided that I would rather have my kids hang out at our home and know they were safe, so I allowed them to invite friends over way more often than I was comfortable with.

Even if my house was messy.

Even if money was tight.

Even if I didn’t feel like it.

One night, my older kids had some friends hanging out at our house after school. When it got close to dinner time, they asked me if their friends could stay for dinner. Ok, do you remember me telling you that I have 6 kids? Dinner time was already 8 people without friends! I gulped and said, “Yes.” Somehow, more friends dropped by as I was adding more pasta to my pot. I really don’t know how it happened, but that night we had 15 people crowded around our dining table! I just kept saying yes, and the kids kept coming! I think some were called when I began saying yes, I’m not sure!

Maybe it was a test. Maybe my kids wanted to know if I really meant it. Maybe God wanted to know if I really meant it, I don’t know. I do know that it made an impression on my kids and maybe even their friends. I think I served spaghetti with watered down sauce, regular loaf bread and generic Oreos. I don’t think anyone noticed.

So, when Katja wanted to cut off her gorgeous mane of hair and get a pixie cut, I had to think about my response. I don’t want to be a controlling Mother. I want her to have the freedom to make her own choices. Even if I do not like her choices. Even if I wouldn’t choose the same things. She needs to be able to choose more things for herself in a safe environment. If she fails, I can comfort and encourage her. I want my kids to know that I will love and support them always.

Beauty doesn’t always mean what you look like on the outside, sometimes, beauty is more evident by a spirit of kindness, gentleness, and love.

So, I said yes. It’s only hair, after all. Hair can always grow back. I was fully expecting to hate her haircut! I was determined to tell her she was beautiful, no matter what it looked like, because she is beautiful. Beauty doesn’t always mean what you look like on the outside, sometimes, beauty is more evident by a spirit of kindness, gentleness, and love. Katja is all those things and more.

Guess what? I love her haircut! I think it reflects her personality and looks amazing! Think about saving your “No” answers for the important stuff! I’ll leave you with some pictures of Katja’s experience.

  • Before
  • The first cut!
    The first cut!
  • 22 inches later!
    22 inches later!