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It’s 4:45pm & my kids are still in their PJs

I’m sitting here at the table with a cup of tea. My boys just got up from their nap time & quiet time. We’re giggling off and on because a storm just rolled in and our windows were open. I asked Jack to crank the window closed and right then the wind and rain came down so hard that he got soaked and the screen flew out of the window. He just laughed and laughed. I ran to close the window over our sink but the fan sitting in it was spraying me with so much water that I could barely see. Now, only 5 minutes later, the sun is shining and the birds are chirping. Oh, little adventures.

Earlier today, I was adding a few knots to some of my front sections of hair that haven’t quite dreaded up yet, and Forrest wanted to “help.” He sat on my lap and just twisted my hair all around. It felt good. It’s something you kind of give up when you have dreads – there aren’t a lot of people who understand how clean dreadlocks can be, and so, there are few people who will just play with your hair for fun. Except your little kids. You can count on them for sure.

Do you ever have that feeling that nobody really gets you? It sounds narcissistic when I say it like that, but I mean it innocently. I think I feel that way because I have forgotten how to share myself. I mean, it’s so easy to share half-versions of ourselves on blogs or Facebook or whatever, but what about the full versions in real life? I’m sure that not everyone struggles with this. But I am a stay-at-home mama (who loves what she does) and I don’t get out a lot because there are so many blessings to tend to here within these walls. I would like to see myself open up so that people can get me. Because I’m pretty sure that’s the key here.

Anyway…time to get my kids dressed. (Yes, it’s 4:45pm.)


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this state of being

As I sit here, my mischievous little one-year-old is behind me, playing in the baker’s rack. He crawling on top of the cast iron griddle, and banging the lids of the pots together. He’s so loud and Jack is sleeping but Jack sleeps through everything and I’m just happy that Forrest is happy.

I’m munching on carrots and peanut butter because I am sotired this afternoon and I what I want is to eat vanilla yogurt with my homemade granola, but I know that the sugar will only make me more tired.

Sometimes I think an attitude adjustment is a really clever thing to talk about, and then it occurs to me that I pretty much need an attitude adjustment every week. But isn’t that a good thing? I don’t know a whole lot, but I do know that I never want to become complacent. So I think I’m okay with frequent attitude adjustments, and the fact that they’re not really anything new.

This week, I’ve come to the understanding that I have to stop looking at housework as something to complete. It’s never complete, and treating it as if it is only causes me more stress. Housework is…never ending, but purposeful, and the only reason I have housework to do is because I’m taking care of a family – my family. That’s a really, really good reason to do housework. So, no, my housework isn’t complete once the bathroom and kitchen are cleaned, the floors are swept, the laundry picked up and the toys are put away. There’s always more. And it’s always good. Homemaking isn’t a verb as much as it is a state of being. You know? I am a wife and a mama and I make my home. Every day. All day long. And it’s just lovely.


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A few of my favorite things.

1. The way Jack says, “See that?” (except that “see” sounds like “hee” and “that” sounds like “dat”) when he wants to share something with me.

2. Daisies.

3. Breakfast empanadas.

4. Really, really hot hot sauce.

5. Hanging freshly washed cloth diapers to dry in the sun and then, 15 minutes later, finding them completely void of stains.

6. Coconut oil and its many, many uses.

7. Thunderstorms that make midmorning seem like midnight.

8. Wool yarn.

9. Watching Forrest balance on his own. (!)

10. Good, attitude-altering perspective when I seem to have been lost in a sea of selfishness.

11. The Planet Earth DVD set.

12. Cleaning my house.

13. Sparkling water.

14. Friends that feel like family.

15. Babies.

16. Taking impromptu ice cream breaks in the kitchen with Jack.



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My blogging crisis has lasted much longer than I anticipated. The best way to explain it? As time has passed, I’ve begun to realize how little I know. The more I’ve come to accept this, the less I’ve wanted to say. I understand, now, that I do indeed have a lot of worthwhile things to say. But, instead of presenting my way as the only way*, I feel free to observe from my point of view without feeling the need to convince others to choose my viewpoint also.

*In regards to Christianity, I’ve come to realize that the surest way of displaying the heart of Jesus is through my actions – attempting to convert someone is pointless when my life does not emulate the One I choose to follow. So I act out my faith, and use words when necessary.

I still want to talk. About food. About my heart. About my family and the things we learn together. I’m just trying to get my head around the “how” and the “what” part of the things I share here in my space.

Anyway, I wanted to give a little update, considering how much time has passed since I last wrote.

My dreads are maturing quite nicely – they’re about 2.5 months old now and most of the time, I absolutely love them. We have our off days, but they really don’t deter me. I love my locks. I just do.

Here are some photos of how they look right now:

And, as you can probably see from the above photos, we went on vacation! My mom turns 50 this June, and her wish was to have her kids, kids-in-law and grandkids all in one place – in one of her favorite locations! So, we all reunited in Hawaii, on Oahu, for a week. It was lovely. We got back a couple of days ago, and we’re still battling jetlag with all the strength we have. So far, jetlag is winning. Big time.

Here’s my favorite photo from our trip:

As for the boys, they are doing really well. Forrest has begun to coast around furniture, and he currently has 6 teeth (going on 7). Jack is learning so much, but his favorite things to talk about are letters and numbers. Seriously.

Here are some great shots of them:

(That’s my brother, Sam.)

By the way, all these photos (except for the one of me kissing Forrest, which was taken by my mom with my iPhone, and the one he’s in) were taken by my sweet brother with his awesome new camera. I have serious camera envy.

Also of fairly high importance: we moved into our new apartment right before we left for Hawaii! We really, really love it. I don’t want to share too many details about the location, but you can be sure I’ll be posting photos of the inside. We’ve got some fun vintage furniture and I can’t help but share its glory!

Anyway, now Forrest is nursing, which is making it a bit complicated to type, so I’ll wrap it on up! 🙂


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now that we’re Home.

So! Let’s talk a little more about Orthodoxy.

When we first began talking about visiting the Orthodox Church, we sort of just saw it as “another way to do things.” Our understanding of the Orthodox Church was very limited and it never occurred to us that we’d have to officially convert in order to become Church members. Again, to us, it was just like any other denomination.

As we were preparing for our temporary relocation to New York (where we are now), we talked a lot about what we wanted in a church. We have friends who’d recently became members of an Orthodox Church back in California, and they only had good things to say about it. We also have friends who had planted a Anglican Mission church and we were very interested in that as well. We were sad to find out that there were no Anglican Missions in the Rochester area, but we were able to find an English-speaking Orthodox Church. Assuming the two churches would be very similar (again, we were ignorant), we decided we’d just “hang out” at the Orthodox Church until we moved to our final destination, where we’d look up an Anglican Mission.

So, we moved. And we visited the Orthodox Church for the first time. There was something so compelling – so authentic – about that Church service and we came home that day in a total funk. Truth does that to you, doesn’t it?

It’s hard to explain, because honestly, you just have to experience it to understand. In short, we knew we had just taken part in something we would never (be able to) forget. I remember Ryan looking at me and saying, “Rissa, if we’re going down this road – if you want to read up on it and truly consider it, you know there’s no turning back. This is it.” And it’s true. This is it. We’ve come Home.

Our transition into the Church has been fairly smooth. When people have learned where we’re attending, one of the most common questions I’ve been asked is, “How are the kids doing?” Truly? They’re doing great. There is no childcare or “kids’ church,” but that’s been an easy transition for us because we’ve always kept our kids with us – even before we began attending at the Orthodox Church. The first time we went, we were ill-prepared and Jack had a hard time. He was used to being whisked off to a “crying babies” room whenever he felt like being loud, and our new insistence that he keep his voice down was not received very well. 🙂 The next week, however, we brought along a couple of toy cars, his Sigg bottle and a bag of raisins. On the way to Church, we explained that we expected him to be quiet because we were going to worship Jesus. He’s been quiet, calm and happy in Church ever since. I don’t plan on always allowing him the convenience of his toy cars, but as we make the transition, it has been extremely helpful. I’ve noticed, however, that lately he has been paying more attention to what’s going on in the service so I’m hoping to transition him into toylessness soon. 🙂

Oh, and I always wear Forrest in my ring sling or the Ergo, so he does fine. We stand for almost the entire service, so Forrest usually doesn’t have any reason to get restless. In fact, he almost always takes his morning nap while we’re there!

Speaking of the boys – they’re both clamoring for my attention. That’s my cue!


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This is my life.

It’s easy to feel like my days just bleed into one another. And it’s equally as easy to begin to dismiss the monotonous, underwhelming hours that pass.

The problem is – when I do that, I lose something precious. I lose special moments of my boys’ lives when I forget that every single minute is a blessing to be counted. Oh, how could I forget?

My days may be so similar that I don’t know if its Tuesday or Friday, but look at what I’m doing! This being present, this board book-reading, this cheek-kissing, this nursing, this tickling and this holding – this is what lays the foundation of love in the lives of my boys. They need me, and isn’t that incredibly beautiful? Who cares if it’s Tuesday or Friday?

I was watching my little Forrest pull himself up on his hands and knees this afternoon. I was struck with the realization that I simply cannot wish another single moment away. No matter where (or with whom!) I’m living, no matter how much money I (don’t) have, and whether or not I’ve a car, or a farmhouse, or nice clothes or a recent haircut or if my legs are shaved. These moments, every one of them, are precious and God-given and I’ll never get them back. How can I do anything but rejoice in each tick of the clock?

Our family of four is experiencing so much transition right now. I don’t always like transitional seasons and adjusting to living with my in-laws has not been easy. But what am I doing to aid in the full absorption of lessons learned? How can I lend to peace within this home? How can I set these people at ease? In what ways can I use my talent to serve, to uplift, to nurture, to inspire, to encourage?

I know the answers to these questions. Most importantly, I know that I can pretty much guarantee that I won’t accomplish any of it if I’m wishing this time away. My boys will be that much older and those lessons will go unlearned.

Right here, right now, I choose to be involved. I will involve myself in the minutes that pass and I will not ask them to scoot on by so that I can get on with my life, whatever that means. This is my life.

This is my life.


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all for now

My baby learned how to clap yesterday. This morning after he woke up, he was found clapping in our bed. I can’t believe how much I love him.

I just got a (new to me) laptop and I’m very, very happy.

I haven’t officially deleted my Twitter account, but I am stepping away from it indefinitely because I need to rid myself of all distraction. Maybe I’ll write more about that sometime soon.

I’m already planning my summer wardrobe. Sad, huh?

Speaking of – this morning, I got dressed in some of my favorite dark jeans, a canary-yellow tank top and a black v-neck sweater. Before I put on the sweater, I mourned the fact that I won’t be able to simply wear a tank top, jeans and sandals for a long, long time. Then I went upstairs and told Ryan I was mad about it. And he smiled at me. He gets me.

I made homemade chicken stock for tonight’s dinner. I love making meals stretch and it just so happens that I used the carcass from Friday night’s braised chicken to make tonight’s chicken stock. These are the things that make my heart sing.

That’s all for now.


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