Hosting is Our Jam

While we don't feel like the most social individuals in the world, Ross and I have discovered that we enjoy opening our home to people.  Is extroverted introverts a thing? In recent days, we have come to realize how important in-person relationships are. We (humans) were created for relationship and fellowship.

We feel extrememly blessed to live where we do in the home that we have. We want to share.

We want people to feel welcome here and comfortable to drop in. You may have to ignore the six or seven pairs of dirty socks on the floor, look past the dirty handprints on the wall, and be okay with a little stickiness on the counters, but you are welcome here.

We might have different opinions, come from different backgrounds, bring different baggage, but we hope we can still be friends.

Please remember there are kids in the room. Expect them to be loud...and dirty but also expect them to be respectful and polite. They talk a lot.

We like to fill people's bellies. If we're feeling fancy, we'll use the china. If we are feeling relaxed, we'll break out the paper plates. Either way, bring an appetite. If I burn dinner, we'll order pizza.

We like a house full of people.  If it gets crowded, we can spread out on the patio. This is our open invitation. You're welcome here.

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Advanced Placement

Not to brag or anything, but I think we are raising some very advanced children. At two-years-of-age, our girls have already worked out the art of manipulation and deflection. It's the antithesis of endearing. They went missing the other day - the girls did. That's never a good situation. They were in the house, and I knew they were in the house, but I couldn't see or hear them. Silence is the loudest alarm system. Fischer took action and found them both in my bathroom. "MOM!" I met them in the hall. Carter was covered in clumps and blobs of hand cream. "Emi did it," was her unsolicited response. "No," I told her. "I think you did it." That night I got ready for bed and pulled out my one "self-care" splurge - my face cream . It was in my drawer where I always keep it. The lid was screwed on. And it was empty, wiped clean. "EmmmeerrrrrSON!" Guilty. They were both ...

I Need A Cinderella

I like to describe our house as very "lived in." It sounds better than "dirty." It is dirty. And messy. I clean all day long, but you'd never know. My friend recently told me she hires a house cleaner. It sounds dreamy, but it wouldn't work for us. The cleaner would never be able to leave. She'd never be done. It's fine. It's a phase. Probably. We were supposed to have guests for dinner the other week. I know - it's a bold move inviting people over while we are in this stage of life. Nonetheless, we did. I was trying to get ahead of the mess while the kids were in bed and cleaned my floors the night before the dinner party. The day of the dinner, everybody was sick so we had to postpone. I decided I wasn't going to let a clean floor go to waste. I was going to enjoy it for at least a weekend. The challenge, I told myself, was simply to sweep things up after...

Little Bit Dicey

This might be a little controversial. I try to steer clear of such topics in this space, but it needs to be said. Take it as you will, but know that it comes from a place of love, concern, and respect. Here it is: there is a right way to cut an onion. Now, I'm not saying this to try and get anyone's dander up. I'm just saying it's a subject that needs to be addressed in kitchens across America. There may be more than one right way to skin a cat (I can't say I've tested that), but the same does not hold true for onions. Please, you can teach an old dog new tricks - learn how to properly cut an onion. It will save you time, frustration, onion tears, and possibly a finger. Now, since I'm still sitting here on blogspot like it's 2003, I'm not going to post any how-to videos, but I'll do the next best thing. I'll paste a link right here . Check it out. Practice it. Make it a habit. T...

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