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Chopped Up Angel Wings with a Side of Manna

Chopped Up Angel Wings with a Side of Manna

Chopped Up Angel Wings with a Side of Manna
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This past week, I am working through the last of my freezer meals. I pulled out a few and last nights was “phenomenal” according to my husband and children. Tonight we had ham and hashbrown casserole but the winner was the glazed sweet potatoes. My husband stated that the meal consisted of Chopped Up Angel Wings with a Side of Manna. So, without further ado.

Cheesy Mexican Chicken (Chopped Up Angel Wings)

Chicken

Cream of chicken

Cheddar

1/2 c. milk

Taco Seasoning

3 c. corn chips

Butter

Seasoning Mix

You can use any type of chicken you have on hand (canned, breasts, thighs, etc.) but make sure you cube it into bite sized pieces and cook well. I sauteed mine up in butter. Place in a greased 13×9 dish once it is finished cooking.

In a bowl, mix the soup, 1 1/2 c. cheese, milk, seasoning mix, and taco seasoning. Spoon this over the cooked chicken and top with corn chips and the rest of the cheese. From this point, I did cover mine well and froze it. I thawed it out from that point.

Now, the corn chips that were placed, frozen, and thawed were a soggy mess. I baked it at 375 for about 30 minutes and tasted it. It was not my jam. So, I stirred up those nasty little things into the chicken, added some more cheddar, and crushed up a 1/2 bag of doritos. I got that back in the oven to melt the cheese.

Still wasn’t to my liking, so I added more seasoning mix (I really don’t think I seasoned it when I made it to freeze) and I added more taco seasoning. This time, I stirred all that up (including the doritos on top) and topped it with a bit more cheddar. Baked it for 10 minutes and that is when the angels starting singing. Bart topped his with sour cream, I topped mine with some green onions. We lapped the dish up and there were not leftovers.

Winner winner!

Glazed Sweet Potatoes (Manna)

2 cans (18 ozs. each) sweet potatoes, drained

1/4 c. butter

Syrup, 1/4 c.

1/4 c. brown sugar

Cinnamon, 1/4 tsp.

Place sweet potatoes in a greased 13×9 dish. In a pan, combine the butter, syrup, brown sugar and cinnamon. This needs to be brought to a boil. Pour over sweet potatoes and bake at 350 for 30-40 minutes.

*I did not originally bake mine. Mine was covered tightly, marked, and placed in the freezer. I thawed it out and baked from there.

Cleaning & Organizing

Turning 50 and Attempting to Decorate for My Age

Turning 50 and Attempting to Decorate for My Age

Turning 50 and Attempting to Decorate for My Age

Turning 50 and Attempting to Decorate for My Age. In my earnest effort to look normal, have a normal home, and decorate…we went in to TJ Maxx.  I could feel the panic come over my body.  So many people in that store.  It was like the Shop-O-Rama in my local town.

There was jewelry, perfume, clothes, purses, Christmas EVERYWHERE, decor, toys, food…my thoughts were if I stumble on a frozen food section, I am out of there.  It was overwhelming for me.  I shop online all the time.  This in person crap is for the birds.

I beelined to the pillows. They seemed safe and according to my sister, I needed one stripe or floral, one solid, and one textured to bring a “room together.”  I’m agreeing with her like I know what she is saying.

Yet, this is why she is my person.

After her words were used, she looked up the exact piece and said, “order this and this and this is what it should look like when you are done.”

Aw, she knows I’m visual and not an auditory learning.  Love her.  I ordered all that she said and am anxiously awaiting the arrival.

My Vision

There is a vision in my head of what I want for my living space. I love clean, simple, clutter free spaces.  I enjoy open, airy, lots of light as well. My colors for the first living area is grey, black, white, and red.  I love that combo with my furniture.  In the first half of my living room, I have 2 couches, 2 recliners, and a bookcase.  That’s it.  There is zero room for any end tables or a coffee table.

I dug around and found two nice, fluffy blankets to add some personality to the space.  In 2 separate grey/white twill baskets, I added stuffed animals in one and hid it behind a recliner and in the other, it has books for my grandchildren.

Onto My Walls

I have a black and white print a friend drew for me.  Love it.  Then, I have 3 16×20 canvases (is it a double consonant “s” in that word?  Canvasses?  I’ll have to look that up), and underneath it, I want a simple sign with a white background and black lettering. I’m leaning on the quote “I’m Gonna Wait on You.”

It’s personal.

Canvases and Canvasses can both be used.  I feel better.

Furniture and Obsessions

My one piece of furniture is sort of a bookshelf with a cabinet underneath.  I have a baskets under there where I may put more of my grandchildren’s toys and they can safely get too them.  Since I have no storage in this house, my mom repurposed a piece of furniture that I use for games, school supplies, and more “stuff” for the grands. That sits in my foyer.

The top 3 shelves has my collection of Bible’s hello, my name is Brandi and I’m addicted to Bibles.  Daddy said if I can’t learn what the Lord wants me to learn in one Bible,  I certainly won’t learn with 30 Bibles.

Whatever, Daddy.

What I Need

I need a long sign under my canvases (there I go again).  Also, I needed one more black framed something to go on the other side of the window.  The whole point of this trip to TJ Maxx is because I wanted throw pillows.  Honestly, I feel like people who are almost 50 have throw pillows.  I thought I could incorporate the red that way, which I did and love!

Then there was the whole conundrum of “do people who are 50 have curtains?”  Is it a requirement?  I just don’t know.  Yes, I took a poll and the poll was split down the middle.  I opted on no, but could change my mind in order to look my age LOL.

Back to the Throw Pillows

I felt safe back there in the pillow spot of TJ Maxx.  There were not a lot of people and the different textures of the pillows brought me joy.  I could be the weirdo who likes to touch things and feel the textures.  It is quite relaxing.

Sadly, I revert back to my younger years and I crop dust the pillow aisle.  That was until my husband surprised me and walked behind me.  He said “My smell is still gone but somehow, someway your putrid farts permeate my nostrils.  What is wrong with you?”  I giggled like a schoolgirl and kept walking.

Good news was that I found RED pillows (solid), textured pillows (striped), and a stand out pillow.  As an adult, I did all the requirements per my sister.  Yes, yes I did send her pictures.  She was pleased and gave me two thumbs up!

At One Point

I was standing in front of the greenery and I wondered outloud are these the types of green things that 50 year old people have in their house?  Do you dust them?  Should they be real?  How does this work.  The space over my bookcase is substantial, so how will they see these tiny little pots with these fake flowers in it.

One lady said I sounded like her and her sister.  She was super traditional and her sister was the tye-dyed type.  Since I was literally wearing the tye die shirt, she figured out which one I was and which my sister was. I am, quite literally, trying to muster up that traditional, age appropriate person and it was evading me.  Decorating is not my thing.

I walked away with no greenery.

We Stumbled onto the Clearance Aisle

I would touch something and present it and ask to my husband “Will this make me look normal?” He stated not unless I had planned on impaling people.  This piece looked like a bunch of tiny swords ready to stab anyone who walks by.

Point taken.

Then he found a 3 piece set of a calender, a daily menu piece and the perfect match to go onto my living room wall.  I was stoked.  I accidentally got my kitchen decorated and didn’t even realize it.  Happy Day to me!

One woman, as I was muttering to myself about decorations said “ma’am, you just be you and who cares what anyone would buy or how their stuff is decorated.  You just be you.”  That actually helped.

It Helped Me Walk Out of the Store

I left him to check out, get all these pillows to the car, in the rain and we went home.  I needed a pill and some relaxation time.  Everything was done for Part 1 of my living room.  I have some pics to print and put in that one frame.  I also have another canvas to print.  Then, I have to have my mom make that sign and then it is done.

With what I had laying around my house, I found a red basket and a plant that I hadn’t killed yet.  I ordered a black pot to put Edna in for on top of my bookshelf.  Looks pretty good except for her burnt leaves. *For inquiring minds, Edna is dead. She isn’t just a little bit dead…she is a lot dead. She is dead and I subsequently killed three aloe plants.

Foyer Decor

I cleaned out the bill holder and will move some stuff around in the coat closet.  It needs to be used for coats.  I may also put a piece in there that is a hidden shoe holder.  Then, Bart hung a massive piece on top of some furniture my mom made.  Bart hung another one of my favorite signs up.  I ordered a runner (mostly for safety reasons) and a Eucalyptus wreath.

Bart will be adding shelves and stuff in the cats litter box room.  Yes, Karen has a whole room with a drain in it and all the things.  She needs it.  Anyway, once I get that, that little spot will be done. Oh, my Snake plant (no clue, but sister told me I couldn’t kill it because hers is still alive) is still alive.  It will need a little table to sit on.

TJ Maxx came through in a clutch but I gotta figure out the down times to go in there because dang, there were a lot of people.  So.  Many.   People.

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Last week did not go as planned. I mean not even a little bit but here is our January 30 Weekly Menu Options. There will be some rollover meals that I didn’t use last week. On a bright side, by the time I ordered groceries (for last week), I only spent $76. That is a positive. I am determined to order groceries tonight to be picked up tomorrow and get back into my routine. Depression be gone.

Monday

Ham and Hashbrown Casserole (rollover from last week)

Glazed sweet potatoes

Corn

Tuesday

Cheesy Mexican Chicken

Spanish Rice

Wednesday

Date night for B and I!  Due to the events of last week, we didn’t get a date night but come hell or high water we will this week.

**Kids will eat leftovers.

Thursday

Pizza night (we didn’t have this past week a homemade pizza but did order Papa John’s because life got in the way)

Friday

Zuppa Toscana (rollover from last week)

Saturday – Shelf-Cooking

There is some mystery meat in our freezer. We have no idea what they are, so what I will do is thaw them out and create something around whatever meat that is. Might want to pray for everyone.

Ranch Potatoes

Lima Beans

Sunday

I don’t cook. Leftovers, find what you can, or starve LOL.

Shelf-Cooking Notes

Please do not do what I do. Label what you put in the freezer! We know one unmarked baggie is ham which I will probably do a chowder of some sort with that. The other two bags, we are literally clueless. If it is stew meat, I can definitely figure out how to do some sort of something with that. My fear is that it is deer meat and this girl doesn’t cook deer meat. Ever.

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The TikTok I Didn’t Know I Needed after a bad couple of weeks. I was aimlessly scrolling today and this caught my attention. Now, I have not watched all this person’s content, nor will I (probably) but this one struck a chord in me. There is music and captions that contains some coarse language, but if you overlook that, you will get the idea of his message.

This is a positivity account, from what I have gathered. Self-love, letting go of the negative, self-care, knowing your worth, etc. It is a message that people need to hear and adapt to their lives. You know, life doesn’t have to be as hard as we make it. There is so much that I “own” that isn’t mine to own.

I allow guilt and the things that people say to me impact me way too much. Honestly, I don’t view myself through the lens of what Jesus says about me. I view myself through the lens of others and what they say about me. Some of these people know me but a lot of them don’t.

Motto of Sorts

I say, a lot, that if someone has not had their feet under my table, they don’t have an opinion. However, even when they have had their feet under my table, they still don’t truly know. For instance, with the illness of one of my children…there have been people (family) that has been with me every step of this battle with my child. However, they still don’t really get it because they don’t live it 24/7. They see what I want them to see. Does that even make sense? Honestly, even my husband doesn’t know it all because he had to stay home and take care of business here.

Adoption and Trauma

It’s the same with adoption trauma or any trauma for that matter. I get so tired of hearing what a saint we are for taking in kids. No. Just no. We are not saints and we are not perfect parents. If I shared with you half of what our journey comprised of it would curl your toenails. It was a choice that we made to live out the gospel how we were called to live it out. Not perfect, but obedient. It has been hard. Honestly, it is still hard.

Geez, I have a lot to say on that but right now my head is not in the right space to do so.

LukeMindPower

That is the handle of this guy. I am sure he is on multiple platforms, but this is the one that I have seen. I have said, most of the week, that it has been really bad around here. The last two weeks have been rough. This is the caption of what he said (again, pardon the language).

“You are powerful and you’re seeing this for a reason! The devil wouldn’t be attacking u so hard if there wasn’t something valuable in you… Thieves don’t break into an empty house. You’re only stressin’ cause ur not giving up! A weak mf would’ve folded. Keep going.”

I am valuable. Worthy. Loved and a child of the King.

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What Small Thing Can Always Bring Me Joy. This may be silly to some, but to me this is one of the simplest things that my husband can do that makes me feel loved. On any given day, our minds are mostly in sync. We crave the same things, food wise. When I ask him what he wants for dinner, he states the exact thing I’m thinking of which makes my heart happy.

Yet, he always knows my needs even when I don’t verbalize them. We can go all day without talking or texting. I mean, he works and I stay pretty busy 98% of the time. What warms my heart is when he comes home with a sonic coke. For a long time, it was a 20 oz coke. I have now graduated to a sonic drink.

He doesn’t do this often but it’s like his body knows when my body needs a little extra love. It makes me feel like he is thinking about me during the day and he feels what I feel. We sort of live like ET, the movie. If you haven’t seen it, you should!

Choosing Joy

Sometimes when I feel the world is against me and I have no one in my corner, I look over and there he stands. He is my safe place. I have had a really difficult couple of weeks. Lots of unexpected things have come up with no real answers to them. We are doing all we can to find the answers but the uncertainty is difficult.

Couple that with relational issues, feelings of guilt and sadness, people yelling, and just the feeling of I am not enough has permeated my soul. I have voices of reason that speak Truth into me but it is hard to see when all you feel is less than. Right now it is hard for me to choose joy because I see and feel all the negative thrown my way.

Playlist

I have a playlist on YouTube that has lots of hymns along with praise and worship songs. Lauren Daigle’s song, Remember, is one that I have played on repeat today. If you need a gentle reminder that you are not your past, you are redeemed by the Blood of the Lamb, and that you are worthy, please listen to it.

It’s okay to not be okay. Eventually, you have to wash your face and straighten your crown.

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After the events of Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday, I get to gear up for the Thursday road trip to a town about an hour and a half away to meet a new doctor. Sadly, New Day New Doctor Same Story. This really just gets exhausting. Wasted time on my part and on the doctor’s part. Can anyone help? I don’t know. Seriously, I’m not feeling it.

The Drive

It was benign. My kid watched a movie and I listened to some praise and worship music. I prayed a lot about the situation going on with another. It was a nice quiet, easy trip. Once there, we realized we weren’t in Kansas anymore. The facility is a satellite facility for Vanderbilt.

Our previous doctor…well…we weren’t playing well in the sandbox together. I had had all I could stand of her niceties, not showing up, blowing me off, not returning calls/messages, and almost taking the life of my son with no regard. So, this was my last local-ish doctor to try.

Grilling 101

I’m pretty much over formalities so I tend to get to the point. So, this is how our convo went this afternoon.

Introduction

Me: How many cases of opsoclonus myoclonus have you seen?

Dr.: I have personally seen 2 (not treated just seen).

Me: Out of those 2 cases, were they neuroblastoma related or non-neuroblastoma related?

Dr.: Neuroblastoma related.

Me: So you have never met and idiopathic opsoclonus myoclonus syndrome case who is medicinally resistant?

Dr: No. This is my first and I started to look at his file and there is a whole lot to read. It will take me a while to process it all.

My friends dub me as the “defeatist” because I get defeated easily and don’t really like to search. I do not do research or        dig too deep. I am an 8 to 5 general neurologist that likes cut/dry cases and I believe your son is not cut or dry.

Me: Indeed. Are you willing to put on your thinking cap and try to figure out other things we can try?

Dr: I don’t really have a network of people and I’m not sure I’m willing to do that but I can write scripts and letters as you              need them. I can also do workups every 3 months. I am happy to consult with someone with more experience.

Well Alrighty Then

I informed him that I could care less if he had a good bedside manner. He needs to be nice to my child, but I need honesty and willingness. I explained that to him, all my child was was a bunch of words in a chart. See this child for 20 minutes and then forget him again for three months. I told him that my child is a human that deserves to be more than a group of words. He deserves a future where he doesn’t have to struggle and compensate every single day of his life.

Needless to say, my child wasn’t even seen because I took up the time allotted for us. We do have another appointment scheduled where he will do an initial assessment. From there, we will schedule some scans that need to be done every year. He wants to uphold his oath of “do no harm.” I explained that simply driving down the road to the doctor affects him and triggers his PTSD. We have to move past that “do no harm” and get to the bottom of this.

It’s time and I will be heard.

Backing down is no longer an option.

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If something could go wrong, it did.

I fielded about ten phone calls before 7 am.

Attended a school before 8.

Cried in the Sonic parking lot by 8:45.

Made 1.2 million phone calls.

Got several emergency doctor appointments made.

Accomplished supper, in a round about way.

Picked a kid up from school.

Finished supper.

Cried more.

Got more phone calls from people I didn’t want to talk to.

Confronted some a person.

Finished cooking supper only to realize my anxiety would not let me eat it.

Cried again.

Reached out for prayer.

Spoke the Name of Jesus.

Took a hot shower and cried more.

I am struggling in motherhood.

The thought is that I will never be enough.

PTSD at its finest.

Slept 6 straight hours.

Day is over.

Tomorrow

Is going to be better.

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I met this sweet family many many years ago. Honestly, I believe her second son was just a newborn and he just turned 18 years old. Seems unreal that time flies that fast. When I learned that Moebius Awareness Day was on January 24th (also my son-in-laws birthday), I reached out to see if she wanted to write about her experience as this was quite unexpected. She agreed.

Meeting This Family

What an honor to bring awareness to this syndrome and I am blessed to know this family. On a funny note, we met at a homeschooling field trip that I had arranged back in the day. It was the airport. I believe I only had five kids at the time and April had two. Her son was in a carrier and Kaitlyn was in her stroller.

My first reaction to seeing this precious little soul was the amount of hair this child has on her head. I mean…the girl has hair and it is dark, curly, and gorgeous! Her eyes were big and beautiful. Honestly, I didn’t realize anything else when we met. This girl child looks just like her mom! Carbon copy. We became friends that day and it has been a joy to watch her expand her family and to just love on them when I can!

Funny Story

We belonged to a homeschooling co-op. I worked with the little people, April worked with toddlers, I believe. Honestly my youngest child, at the time, was three. They went outside to swing on the swing set. When they came in, April found me and said that she thinks she scared my child and that I might need to talk to him. She tried to remedy the situation but felt like he needed more explanation. Once I realized what had happened, we laughed and laughed about it.

As she was swinging her daughter, Kaitlyn, she was in front of the swings. She was grabbing legs and pushing them back as she was helping the kids swing higher and higher. While she was swinging her daughter (with what I’m assuming is my son beside her in another swing), she grabbed Kaitlyn’s legs and her leg popped off into her hands. LOL.

Scared my son to death! I’m still cackling and that was probably 15 years ago! Crisis was averted. We explained that her leg wasn’t real and that it could come on and off…the look on his face was priceless. I could go on and on about her and her family. All stories have an element of love, faith, perseverance, friendship, and food.

Kaitlyn

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She is gorgeous and hysterical! Kaitlyn is brilliant, capable, and she amazes me! I have loved hearing her play the violin and it terrifies me that she is driving. This isn’t because she isn’t capable it is because in my eyes, she is still 18 months old. Her love of Jesus is unmatched. She is an overcomer and the Lord has amazing plans for her and her future. Honestly, I could just squeeze her to pieces! She is willing, able, capable, and just a phenomenal human being.

April’s Story

This here is my beautiful daughter, our firstborn and the one who made me a mom. This is Kaitlyn.
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Kaitlyn was born July 12th, 2003, five days past her due date. After a long labor, she entered the world weighing 6lbs, 13 oz. The first words I heard after she was born were serious but kind. “April, look at me. You have a beautiful baby girl, but she is missing her hand and foot.” And at that, the midwife placed this little baby on my chest. I was instantly in love as I looked at her tiny features and fresh, pink skin. She was here. She was mine, my baby girl.
As a side note, I had 4 ultrasounds during my pregnancy. Somehow her abnormalities were missed. And I never once had a concerning thought that our baby wasn’t healthy. Looking back, I am SO thankful that we didn’t know ahead of time. I enjoyed my pregnancy in perfect joy and peace. There was nothing that could’ve been done before she was born anyway.

Diagnosis

Several weeks after her birth we learned that Kaitlyn was born with Moebius Syndrome (or sequence), a rare birth defect that only affects between 2 and 20 babies per million. Moebius Syndrome causes missing or underdeveloped 6th and 7th cranial nerves from lack of circulation early in pregnancy. Those nerves control all facial expressions, lateral eye movements and blinking. Being that it is a sequence (think of falling dominos), it can cause a myriad of other symptoms and syndromes, too. In our case, it also caused Kaitlyn’s left hand and foot not to develop at all, a clubbed right foot, both of her eyes were severely crossed, and she had a high palate and an asymmetrical tongue with limited movement.
Looking back, the grace of God helped us walk through the first several years of her life. We were in a complete whirlwind and I’m not sure we really knew it. We just did all the things. In the early weeks she would just scream and we didn’t know why. I was trying to breastfeed, but after she lost down to 5 lbs.13 oz, we started supplementing my milk with human milk fortifier to add calories to her diet.

Haberman Feeder

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There was a special bottle called a Haberman Feeder that saved her from having a feeding tube. It was a God send! We would also add formula to my milk when I couldn’t keep up. The nerve damage in her face had kept her from being able to suck at all. I spent countless hours pumping what milk I had left after not knowing that she wasn’t sucking for so long…a new mom problem!  Her daddy would be up during the night for all of her feedings, taking care of her while I pumped every 2 hours. Very slowly, she started to gain weight and following her own growth curve! (But at a year old she was still only in 3 month clothes.) Looking back at those early pictures is very hard. The first six weeks I was starving my sweet baby and didn’t know it!

Speak Up!

Our days were filled with so many Dr. appointments and therapies! It was like a full time job! We had done our research and in turn had to educate every doctor, nurse, specialist and therapist that we saw. Most of them had never heard of Moebius Syndrome. One of the biggest things I learned really quickly is that YOU have to be your child’s advocate! We were told the wrong thing more than once. But after ignoring that little voice inside and things going really wrong (like having to pull her 8 front teeth at a year and a half old) you quickly learn to speak up! Even if you’re only a 20 year old, first time mom.
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One of the best things anyone ever told us was the nurse at the genetic clinic. As she brought us the freshly printed information on Moebius syndrome the day Kaitlyn was diagnosed, she said something like, “Always remember, she is not her diagnosis. She is first your daughter.” It was so profound to me! I saw her as my daughter who had extra to overcome. I decided to see her as capable until proven otherwise. As she grew I would help her after she tried doing something herself…usually several times. Then we would try to figure it out together! Sometimes I had mom guilt for not making it easier on her. But she has definitely risen to the challenge and has amazed us all!
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All About Kaitlyn

Today Kaitlyn is 19 years old. She is a joy to be around. Kaitlyn is fun and spunky…and maybe a little bit too stubborn. She is independent and has friends…and a car. Honestly, she has exceeded our expectations!
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Just for fun, here are things that Kaitlyn can do:
Eat a normal diet
Ride a bike
Make new friends without help from her mom. Ha! (remember no facial expressions)
Swim
Play the violin and piano
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Put her thick hair in a ponytail
Tie her shoes
Drive a car (or our big van!)
Work a job
Move out on her own
Live in a foreign country
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God’s Comfort in Moebius Syndrome Journey

To date Kaitlyn has had close to 10 surgeries. I won’t pretend that her life has been easy, because it hasn’t. She is still in pain daily as she pushes through doing things that others don’t have to think about. In the beginning I remember staring at my tiny baby knowing that she would have to go through so much suffering. It didn’t feel fair. When I was searching for answers as to “why”, God led me to the story in the Bible about the man born blind.
In John 9:1-3 it says, As he passed by, he saw a man blind from birth. And his disciples asked him, “Rabbi, who sinned, this man or his parents, that he was born blind?” Jesus answered, “It was not that this man sinned, or his parents, but that the works of God might be displayed in him.”  That gave me so much peace! Her life was meant to display God’s works for others to see. God was in complete control and created her the way He did ON PURPOSE! And He has been with her every step of the way.
The first Bible verse we memorized together when she was a little girl is Psalm 139:14 “I will praise you for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Marvelous are your works and this my soul knows right well.”
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Moebius Syndrome has been such a big part of our lives, but not quite as big as we had expected. Kaitlyn is who she is today because of the struggles she has overcome . God knew what He was doing even when we didn’t. He has always had a plan and His grace is enough, this I know!
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It’s Gonna Get Wild Up In Here

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I’m just telling you now, It’s Gonna Get Wild Up In Here this week! What I had planned will probably not come to pass this week. Well, that’s not true. Most of it will be the same but with some sharp curves and turns as the week moves on. However, I must prepare myself for the meltdown that I feel sure will come by the weekend.

Sunday

Usually, I get my grocery order placed and ready to pick up by Monday. Did I do that? No. I sure did not. I have my menu (posted yesterday) but that means nothing. I know what I need, I just haven’t done it. Also on Sunday, I schedule out my work stuff for the week. That means, all I have to do is clock in and clock out throughout the week. How hard is that. I mean I even set my alarm to remind me to do so. Have I done that? No. I sure have not. I’ve pretty much done nothing today. I colored and watched a movie. That sums up my Sunday.

Monday

I have a hair appointment (everybody say “hey”). Super excited about that. Hair day is always a good day! Also, a young person needs me to cut his hair. It really is no big deal. I can cut hair but when it is someone new, I cry. Every single time. I mean I don’t do it in front of the person but I will either cry before or after. Let’s all collectively pray that he doesn’t look Amish.

Also, I may have a sweet little person come over. She is needing some guidance and we were a big part of her life for a long time, so she may pop over. If she does, she may go to the basketball game with me. What my conundrum is is when am I going to clean the house because I did not have time to do a Friday Reset.

In between my hair appointment, the hair cut I have to do, my little person coming over, and basketball is when I will clean. Sure, that sounds doable. We will go with that. I had planned on setting out the ham and hashbrown casserole for supper. However, I’m really craving spaghetti carbonara. Yet, one child has requested my roasted butternut squash spaghetti. I can’t have pasta that much during the week…or can I?

Tuesday

This is my son-in-laws birthday. It will be a hard day for him due to some circumstances but we will make sure he knows how loved he is! I am not sure if he will be coming over for his birthday dinner or want to wait. We have another basketball game tonight, so you know…I’m thrilled.

I’m going to have to go to the grocery at some point. Honestly, I don’t know when that point will be. I would like to have my parents over for supper since it is his birthday, but I guess that depends on what day we celebrate on. That reminds me, I have to wrap his presents. By “I” that means my husband cause I don’t wrap things.

Wednesday

Basketball…cause why not. I mean we are wild.

Thursday Errands

We are meeting with a new neuro possibility for one of my kids. He is affiliated with the hospital we have been attending but he is at a satellite office. I have no idea how familiar he is with Opsoclonus Myoclonus but I guess we shall see. At some point, we are going to have to officially change doctors or go back to Pittsburgh where Dr. Thakker is located. She is amazing.

It is getting close to time for his yearly surgeries/scans/checkups and I really do not want to go back to the doctor we had been seeing. There is never anything accomplished or decided. Frankly, she irritates me. Oh and guess what? We have another baseball game. I know you are jealous. Luckily, I have therapy before that game. I may need it.

Friday and Saturday will be Cleaning and Organizing

Basketball and more basketball. Though my goal is to get the house clean on Monday, I will get back on my schedule on Friday to deep clean (again). I know it is redundant but my OCD wants me to be on a schedule. It’s just got to get done. There is no way around it. One of my kids has some therapy appointments. Saturday I would love to clean out the garage and organize it! I am also wanting to work on a capsule wardrobe to minimalize my clothes.

Cooking

January 23 Weekly Menu Options

January 23 Weekly Menu Options

January 23 Weekly Menu Options
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Ha! I got my January 23 Weekly Menu Options posted on Sunday and not Wednesday! Look at me…winning in life. I am hoping that this week returns to a bit of normalcy, but that is always subject to change. Last week was a roller coaster of events and emotions. So, here is to a ‘normal’ week of basketball, doctor appointments, therapy, grandchildren, and celebration!

Monday

Ham and Hashbrown Casserole (Yes, again but it is a great main dish and then it is a great side dish. This is my last one from my freezer cooking batch)

Green beans with bacon

Rolls (gluten free for one child)

Tuesday

Happy birthday to my son-in-law! We are hoping he will be ready to celebrate but understand if he just isn’t feeling it. This is his pick and if he decides it is too much, we will probably do burgers or something.

Lasagna

Salad

Bread

Wednesday

Date night for B and I!  Woot Woot! #dateyourspouse

One of my children will be tackling how to make spaghetti.

Thursday

Pizza night

Friday

Zuppa Toscana

Saturday

Leftovers. It is a rare day that I have to throw out food because it wasn’t it. We either eat leftovers once during the week or we have it for lunches. There are times when I get totally wild and take leftovers and create a whole new meal out of it.

Case in point, last week, I made chili. The next night I took my hotdogs and put them in the air fryer. Once they were done, I got out hot dog buns (or gluten free buns), laid a slice of cheese on it and threw it in the air fryer. All of this was done while the little bits of chili was being heated through.

When the buns were done, I laid the hotdog on top, layered it with chili, and then topped it with some cheddar. This was shelf-cooking at its finest. I had enough hotdogs for everyone to have two. There were some leftover hotdog and gluten free buns in the freezer, leftover chili, and a bit of cheese. I try really hard not to waste anything.

Sunday

I don’t cook. Leftovers, find what you can, or starve LOL.

Shelf-Cooking Notes

No notes for this week unless you count my diatribe for Friday! Maybe I will start some sort of posts that revolve around what I do with the bits and pieces of my leftover meals.

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