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There’s something about Sundays that hints at the promise of something new, something fresh. It’s usually a family day at my house, complete with a healthy home cooked meal. I like to try new recipes on Sundays, because I can generally take the time to somewhat follow a recipe. If you know me at all, you know that I don’t exactly like to follow directions, specifically when it comes to cooking. I much prefer making it up as I go along.  Today’s recipe is a spin on broccoli cheese soup of sorts…weight watcher friendly of course.

November 4, 2012

I’m thankful for the chance to have a fresh start. I’ve been in a slump with my self-care lately. I know I’m quite capable of achieving my goals, I’ve done it before. I woke up today knowing that today is the day!

I will get back on track!

It was a bit frosty outside, so I jogged in place in my living room for twenty minutes. It’s not much, but it’s the first step towards my fresh start. My hope is that I’m teaching my daughters that there will be times when you stumble, but there is always the promise of a fresh start to keep you going. Sometimes it just takes a little while to get the confidence to try again. It’s never too late to make a change.

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It’s my first day off since July 4th. It feels so good to know that the Social Worker hat is stashed away until Monday morning. That’s a bit of a lie. Sometimes I feel as though I have “I’m a Social Worker” tattooed to my forehead. Have you ever gone somewhere and random people tell you their problems or need help? That happens to me all the time. I don’t mind helping out, I just want to know if I’m putting off some kind of vibe that says, “I can help you.”

A beautiful almost six-year-old girl woke me up by jumping into my bed for a snuggle.  We were perfectly content with our snuggle time until Porky the Puggle starting whining to go outside. There was no choice but to let the whiner outside and begin our day. We skipped the Farmer’s Market  which I’m sure to regret later in the week when I have no fresh kale, Calhoun County peaches or red Russian garlic to cook with.

Piper and I decided that the morning wouldn’t be perfect unless we made french toast.  I love cooking with the girls because it gets their creative juices flowing, especially Zoe. She’s always coming up with wild ideas for cupcakes. One day we will try her goat cheese frosting.

I let the girls crack the eggs because that’s their favorite part next to stirring and taste testing. Then they abandoned me and traipsed to the garden to feed the egg shells to the rose bushes. Hopefully the neighbors didn’t mind my pajama clad children screaming at each other before 9am.

Zoe and Piper asked me to blog about their impressions of breakfast. Not only am I trying to inspire them to be healthy cooks, I’m also trying to inspire them to be creative thinkers and writers. It doesn’t take much prodding as they were both born with fantastic imaginations.

“It tastes good, and when you put the syrup and butter both on top it tastes like caramel and icing. I like the taste, it’s so good I could eat all of it. I helped make it. I cracked two eggs and my sister cracked two eggs. Mommy put the secret ingredient in it. It’s delicious!!!” -Piper

“It tastes like a sunrise;  the sun is a pat of butter and the maple syrup is the darkness fading away. It tasted like pure tastiness. I helped make it, I cracked two eggs and fed the shells to the rose bushes. I figured out the secret ingredient, but I’m not telling.”  -Zoe

I realize that this post is way past morning, but the girls and got distracted with other things. They get to spend the night with their Moo-Moo tonight. This mommy gets to have a night out with other grown ups 🙂 I’m excited to get out because it gives me the opportunity to people watch. A lot of the characters I create are born from people watching. You never know who you are going to meet.

I hope everyone had a wonderful morning!

I almost forgot, my nine-year -old is reading the Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy and wanted me to remind everyone that the answer to everything in the universe is 42.

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