Quick question:
I’m currently obsessed with quinoa. It will pass I know. Kind of like my pomegranate seed or jicama stage did.
BUT until then…do you guys rinse your quinoa? How important is this step?
Need to know.
“Well, bummer.”
Today was one of those days when that’s all I can think to say when I collapse into bed.
“Well, bummer.”
Frustrated with myself.
Frustrated with the day.
Glad it’s over.
Bummer.
These days happen.
I know.
I’m going to try to fall asleep soon so I stop stewing over my failures.
That doesn’t help.
Tomorrow’s a new day.
I’m grateful.
Hospital day for Quincy.
He really, really wanted his brother to come today.
Mostly because there is a Starbucks IN the doctor’s office.
And well, who wouldn’t want to see that?!?
You wouldn’t believe it…so we took a picture as evidence for the other brothers…
On another note:
You know how you just know.
You just know when you are in the company of a good leader.
A good teacher perhaps.
A good doctor.
Yah. Well, that’s how I feel about Q’s doctor there.
So incredibly thankful we landed in his care.
I tried to put my finger on it all day.
I’ve felt it before.
Like a couple weeks ago with a teacher whose eyes filled up with tears as she talked about learning disabilities and her commitment to help struggling students feel and be successful. She cried…over someone else’s child.
Like I felt once with a man in leadership as he rejoiced and celebrated and embraced and loved my family when we could do nothing for him. Kind of like he would do for his own son or daughter.
Like I feel when people give generously. Sacrificially. For solutions that save someone else’s child but that don’t touch their own kids one single bit.
Like I felt today as this doctor spoke so gently. So kindly. Looking for the best solution. For my kid. Not the quickest fix. Or one that may effect Quincy poorly in 30 years–even though this doctor wouldn’t be around to see it anyway.
When you can tell someone is looking for the best for your child. Like it was their child.
I don’t know.
I think it’s amazing.
I think it’s the gospel played out.
In teachers, in doctors, in pastors, in you, in me.
So it’s a true story.
I turn 33 today.
Is that old?
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In true jodyrlanders.com fashion…did you know that we ironically have just 330 stoves that need sponsored by the end of the month?
It’s true. 33 years old today.
330 stoves needed.
I’m not sure that was a very successful connection.
And I know that generally 330 people don’t buy me presents.
But let’s just say, you really wanted to this year.
I want a stove.
330 of them.
(oh my word, I would be so happy if we hit that goal today. It’s not really about me…but sometimes Facebook makes you think it is all about you on your birthday. Anyway….)
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A bit of a crazy week as we all thaw out here and try and catch up from last week….
Date with Quincy tomorrow to Seattle Children’s Hospital for his appointments.
Adoption conference in Seattle this week-end with some of my favorite people.
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My mom did buy me knives for my birthday.
I asked for them.
I realized I don’t have any that worked.
Makes cooking difficult.
So she sent me knives.
I’ve only cut my fingers four times so far….
33 years old, folks.
I’m very proud.
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Andy tried to explain the significance of being 33 to me this morning.
I didn’t much like his reformed theology take on being 33.
No thanks.
I instead think it’s significant because 330 stoves need sponsored for families for Haiti.
(Am I so annoying?!)
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I do, however, think it’s going to be a great year.
Feel older than I ever have in my life.
I’m perhaps almost ready to be an adult.
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And I know a lot of amazing people.
From all over the country, all over the world…I know the coolest people.
And I’m really thankful.
For you all.
I mean it.
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Yay for 33.
It will certainly go down as the epic storm of 2012.
I certainly feel like we did not experience it to the extreme of so many of our friends.
We kept our power.
And our trees are still standing.
We were warm.
We had plenty of food.
Thankful things are starting to clear up for everyone.
Time to move on.
Summer, anyone?
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Here’s what I did do:
Got reacquainted with my love of wearing my husband’s sweatshirts.
Sweatpants, huge sweatshirts, slippers, coffee…that’s been it for the last 6 days….
My nine year old son is still laying out his clothes.
I went in to his room last night and saw this and I couldn’t stand it.
I love him.
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And I have executed some of my pinterest boards.
I made fried rice in the crockpot, turkey tetrazzini, garlic chicken, lentil and sweet potato stew, no bake cookies and chocolate/peanut butter mug cake.
It was all sorts of fun.
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All 6 of our basketball games cancelled today.
I thought there was going to be a riot last night when our players found out.
The storm has gone too far apparently…
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I think today shall be the day that I put on real clothes. And shoes.
Looking forward….
1. My children don’t believe in pants.
2. That’s a lot of snow.
This has been a serious snowpocolypse.
Kids will have their 5th day off of school tomorrow.
There first 3 were heavenly.
Day four…kids and parents started going a little stir crazy.
I just sent Andy out for the first time.
Turns out..I’m not a good tea drinker.
And with the growing noise level around here, coffee seemed necessary to me.
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I probably should of been more intentional about our down time.
But then again..I think we just needed the time to be just that. Time. With nothing to do.
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Proof that boredom has set in.
We are now smoking icicles in our shorts..
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Such a good idea, boys. Such a good idea….
So much prettier to just look at from inside the window…
So yesterday’s snow day was this….
We might of been slightly mocking of our fellow Washington residents and their reaction to snow. We were finding things like this funny….
But then we woke up this morning to another snow day.
And um…there’s actually A LOT of snow out there…
I do believe it’s the most snow they’ve seen in a very long time.
You can’t see it here…but it’s over a foot of snow.
Looked out this morning to see the poor geese swimming in the lake with a couple of inches of snow on their backs.
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I don’t think I’ve ever enjoyed snow days so much.
We have the space now for it to be enjoyable to have everyone cooped up for a couple days.
Andy has been home!
We woke up again at our leisure this morning and I asked Andy,
“Is this the most rested you have ever been in your life?”
He paused. And said, “Yes. Yes it is.”
The man clearly needed a little forced break.
Only problem is….I have a system.
A system that does not include having another adult coffee drinker at home all day long.
Which means….we are snowed in and almost out of coffee.
To prevent a state of emergency, I’m going to have to start with the coffee rations. And possibly take up tea drinking….
We are snowed in.
And clearly everyone is very, very upset about it….
Quincy explaining the strategy of the future snow play…
The snowflakes were HUGE. I have never seen anything like it.
They don’t last long. But when they come down, they are amazing. And huge.
We woke up at our leisure this morning. So nice.
I walked to the window and Andy asked from the bed, “What does the lake look like with all the snow?”
Me: “It looks like…a lake.”
Him: “Nice, dear. That’s very Robert Frost of you.”
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But nonetheless, we love this house!
And we are happy to be here for a couple days while the snow passes through….
