Our Impossible Adoption Story
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Spit-Up Capture
I left Meatball in the office with Auntie Noeleen while I went out to the lobby to hang out with a student who was waiting for a ride.
A couple minutes later I got a text message with this in it:
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He’s like that. š
Win Free Music: Glenn Packiam
āIāve been looking at congregational worship through new eyes, because corporateĀ worship doesnāt just reflect our faith, it shapes our faith. And if thatās true, then we need to look at theĀ kind of faith that is being produced by our worship services ā the singing, the preaching, everything weĀ do when we gather. I canāt help but wonder if the anemic faith that plagues the Church today is due, atĀ least in part, to sloppy corporate worship.” (Emphasis mine)
Oh dang.
I was never a huge fan of Glenn Packiam’s music. Just not my style.
This album definitely grabbed my attention, though.
The Mystery of Faith is an eight-song EP, born out of Packiam’s journey through the purpose and power of the concept of corporate worship.Ā Read more…
Good Reads
If you’re checking blogs on a Saturday, you’re probably bored. (Or sitting with a nursing/sleeping/nursing baby, which is usually my story.) Lemme help you out:
Excessive Crying Harmful To Babies {peaceful parenting and Dr. William Sears}
Infant developmental specialist Dr. Michael Lewis presented research findings at an American Academy of Pediatrics meeting, concluding that āthe single most important influence of a childās intellectual development is the responsiveness of the mother to the cues of her baby.ā
9 Reasons Not To Carry Your Baby Facing Out {boba}
Placing an infant in a front facing carrier stretches the naturally convex rounded curve of his spine into a hollow back position. Ā With nothing to cling to, weak abdominal muscles, and retracted shoulders, the infantās pelvis tilts backwards and is forced to not only carry weight of his own body but also to absorb the force of every step that the carrying individual takes – all on his little, compromised spine.
Those Hot Pink Jeggings {Kelle Hampton}
āIām going to die in this dressing room,ā I thought to myself while simultaneously noticing that the Universe was mocking me with the presence of a giant mirror. As if I was begging to see what I looked like half naked, postpartum, calves shackled together by fuchsia jegging handcuffs.
The Happy Secret To Better Work {Shawn Achor}
Lamb “Curry”
As an avid fan of Indian food, I’m not sure if this is really curry. It uses curry powder, but … it just doesn’t look like any lamb curry I’ve ever had at an Indian restaurant.
But it’s good! (‘Cause it’s hard to mess up slow-cooked lamb, really.) And it’s easy!
And in my picture it’s on pita and fresh spinach because I forgot to pick up rice when we went to the grocery store. And because when Husband got to the checkout with a bag of rice on his way home, per my request, he realized he had left his wallet at work.
You’ll need:
- 2 pounds boneless lamb shoulder, cut into chunks*
- 2 Tablespoons curry powder
- 1 Tablespoon minced garlic
- 1 Tablespoon peeled and minced ginger root
- 1/2 Cup rice vinegar
- Fresh cilantro, roughly chopped
- 1-1/2 Tablespoons corn starch and 2 Tablespoons water (optional)
You’ll do:
- Toss lamb, curry, garlic, ginger and vinegar in slow cooker, and cook on High for three hours (or Low for 5-6 hours).
- Mix cornstarch and Ā water, and pour over lamb. Let cook another 20 minutes to thicken sauce.
- Serve with fresh cilantro and rice, or, if you and your husband are both unable to secure rice, it was really good on flat bread with spinach, olives and red bell pepper – although by then it needed feta.
* Beware: My grocery deli didn’t have boneless lamb shoulders. So I thought I’d be all tough and just cut the meat off the bone myself. (If the vegan college student I was could have seen the woman I’ve become – tearing red meat from the bone with my bare hands … )
Lamb shoulders are boney. I think I brought home a pound and a half of pre-cuts, and ended up with about a pound in my pot. If you’re going to get all cave-woman on your lamb cuts too, round up.
Like your slow cooker? Me too. I’m pining recipes for it here.
Rubber, Meet Road
Today is Husband’s last day of work.
Apparently
He’s been working as a private contractor with this company, so, technically, he was not an employee.
For something like three years.
There was talk a few months ago of actually hiring him. Then they decided to hire someone else instead, so they wouldn’t need him after February.
February 28 (no kidding) the boss asked him to stay on for three more weeks to help with some work they got.
Pull out your calendars and count with me. That was two weeks ago. Not three.
Yesterday morning, he went in and was greeted by a note on his bench. The bench that he’s worked at on an hourly wage for the last three years with no raise, no benefits, no paid vacation, no formal training for the work he was given. (Occasionally, a little was added to a check here or there when we did take a vacation, or around the holidays, but always on a whim.)
Classy, guys. Really classy.Ā Read more…
