Chicken Pie

Saturday afternoon, I was pondering over what to cook for supper.  I hate making that decision.  I would be so much better off if someone just told me what to cook and then I would do it.  Scanning the freezer for something easy, I saw frozen chicken breast.  The brilliant idea popped in my head to attempt to make a Moravian Chicken Pie. This idea was not quick NOR easy.   Now I have never made one of these before, but I thought, "how hard could this be?" So after finding the perfect recipe, I set off to conquer it.  After mixing the crust, baking the chicken, rolling out the crust, shredding the chicken, and assembling it all, I thought it at least LOOKED like a chicken pie.  The test would be the taste.  So when John got home, I took the pie out of the oven and told him supper was ready.  He wanted to know what church I had bought the pie from.  I proceeded to tell him I had made it, not some Moravian Church.  He didn't believe me (even after pointing out the dirty rolling pin and pile of dirty dishes).  So evidently, after trying it, he liked it.  At least that's the impression I get from how much he ate.

Challenges....

Jacob is a lot like his mom in the sense that he likes instant gratification.  He hates (not really) Christmas for this reason.  He wants what he wants....NOW!  He doesn't like to have to wait WEEKS for something he has asked for.  When he gets a little money, it's impossible for him to save it.  It is like it burns a hole in his pocket.   Anna is a lot like this too, but I blame it on the fact that she is 2 years old.  So last night Jacob decided he wanted his hair cut.  I have been telling him for over a month he needed one, but he wasn't ready for it.  Well it was too late to go to the salon, so he decided he wanted me to cut it.  Now I cut my husband's hair and I have cut Jacob's before, but that is with a pair of clippers and a #2 guard.  Easy shaved head.  This is not what he wanted.  He wanted  a "cool teenage boy" haircut.  So my dreams of being a hairdresser back in high school came back to me.  I think I did a great job, considering I have no training.  And he liked it, except his bangs.  He has always been picky about his bangs.  He doesn't want them too short or cut straight across, and evidently Mom did both!  I felt so bad, but he never did tell me he didn't like it.  That is how he is.  He tries to keep from hurting anyone feelings.  He protects his Mommy.  He is a sensitive, caring person and I like to blame myself a little for that.  I hope he stays that way forever and always tries to protect his Mommy. 

This is Anna's jar of peanut butter.  Yes, HER jar.  She likes to stick her entire hand in the jar then lick it off.  My mom labeled the jar "ANNA" so no one else would use the peanut butter mixed with all the wonderful germs a 2 year old has.

These pictures remind me so much of myself when I was younger.  She is all me.  And they always say "payback is a b***h."  She has a fascination with my bras.  She like to wear them mostly on her back as her "backpack" like Dora the Explorer has, but last night she decided to rock it the right way.  And she found her daddy's work glasses.  Evidently I have trained my child well.  Any time she puts on sunglasses or anything she thinks is cute, she will come to me and say "Cheese Mommy", as in "take my picture of how cute I am".

Pictures speak the most universally understood language....

The squirrel he shot in the butt!

With this being a new blog, you all may not know how much I love pictures.  My husband bought me my dream camera for our anniversary and my Christmas this past year.  I had NO clue he was doing this.  I had been sick with a stomach virus for almost a week and couldn't even lift my head off the pillow.  He came in one night and told me he wanted to celebrate our anniversary that night. I thought he had lost his mind.  He then handed me a red shinny gift bag ( his style of wrapping).  I sat up as much as I could and pulled the box out of the bag.  I cried like a baby!  It was the best present I had ever received.  He has never been able to surprise me.  I hope that wasn't the only thing he has up his sleeve.  I love surprises!  I am going to share some of my favorite pictures I have on my computer.  They may be old, but they are still my wonderful memories of the moment the picture was snapped. 

Starting out early.

Snug as a bug in a rug

More interested in the BAG than what was inside.

1st Birthday

That paci is MINE, not the babydoll's

Start of a princess

CAKE!

Me and my Nanna B at the tractor parade

Jacob's first deer

Daddy's pick for a Halloween costume

Sisters

Anna and her Paw Paw

Daddy and his girls

Halloween 2010

Daddy's sweet girl

Anna and her GREAT grandmother, Memaw

Curiousity....

Okay, so I have to admit that I am a completely nosy person. Maybe not as much nosy as just curious.  I like to see what is going on in other people's lives.  I like to know that the crazy and wild thing and the sweet and adorable things my children do are completely normal. That other people's 2 year old princess sleeps in her "Rella" (Cinderalla) tutu at night.  That a 10 year old boy can love his mom more than anything in this world one minute, and then think she is SOOO uncool the next.  I know that I am not the only one like this, or else there would be no blogs!  So this is my attempt of sharing my life.  Sharing my unconditional love for my children.  I hope you will read often and enjoy. 

This is an old picture I found on my computer.  It is one of my favorites.  They love each other to the moon... and back