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I enjoy cooking, but lately I have really started to appreciate make-ahead freezer meals (prep them for the week, defrost the one you need and go!) and crockpot dinners. The crockpot has been a long-time favorite of mine, especially in the fall when the leaves start to change and I put a pot of chili on to cook and simmer, blending together all those wonderful flavors and spices.
When I married into the Duggan family, I learned about all-day coffee. Up until that point I believed coffee was strictly a morning drink. My dad was the coffee drinker in our house and I never saw him with a cup of coffee outside of the early morning hours. Of course, he could have been at work guzzling the caffeinated wonder bean by the pot, but I would never know that.
Summer is in full swing and all around the Meadowlark campus residents, staff and families are soaking up every minute of the season, including parties with friends, fishing and spending time in the great outdoors At the invitation of Max and Sue Bayer, the Tuttle Creek neighborhood group gathered for a driveway party the evening of Sunday, July 9. Ice cream parfaits and cookies were served. The group enjoyed the cooling of the day and the slight breeze as they chatted non stop! It was hard to leave for home by the light of the beautiful full moon.
On the way home from the Meadowlark fireworks display and Fourth of July celebration, Murphy Rose repeatedly asked the same question over and over. I answered it over and over. Finally, at what seemed like the tenth time, I asked her the questions back. She rattled off the answers quickly and correctly. “See, you know the answers,” I stated with a smile. Whew, that’s over, I thought relaxing into the seat. “Mom….” and the same question was asked again. I was at the end of my rope.
Ask Murphy not to do something or why she is doing something and lately her answer will likely have an interesting caveat. Because I want to. “Murphy, why are you standing on mommy’s couch?” “Because I want to,” Murphy says with her head nodding while maintaining eye contact over the back of the couch willing me to agree with her. Everything is because she wants to—or doesn’t want to. She doesn’t want to brush her teeth, she wants to eat pasta for every meal, she doesn’t want to potty on the toilet—and then five seconds later she does want to.
Life is always changing, but what is it about going back to your hometown that makes you feel like you are 17-years-old again? Even when I roll across the Franklin County line in my grown-up car with my husband and two children, car packed with diapers, extra clothes and goldfish snacks, I still feel like an awkward teenage girl.
Making friends can be hard to do—especially when you are on the hunt for “couples friends.” Since Edward and I have been married, we have acquired a few married friends in the area and the process is much like dating. In fact, it is dating. There are butterflies in the beginning. Will the wives get along? Will the husbands have common interests? Is dinner too forward—should we just start with drinks? Add a whole other layer if kids are involved. That’s more than five personalities to combine for a pleasant afternoon or evening.
When I was seven-years-old, my parents took my younger sister, Holly, and I on our first summer family vacation. The destination was San Antonio, Texas and there are two things I remember well from that trip. I can recall our day at Sea World where I sat in the splash zone to watch the Shamu show and I was disgusted when the salt water from the tank was splashed into my mouth. My smile that had been wide, and apparently agape, faded and I looked up at my dad in horror as he laughed saying, “Then keep your mouth shut!”
The past six weeks were filled with baby snuggles and cries punctuated with the occasional opportunity to sleep. Baby Eilish attended daycare with her sister for the first time on Monday; a bittersweet day for mom. She did great and to tell the truth, I am enjoying spending my days at work with my colleagues and the residents, guests and families of Meadowlark. So ladies and gentleman, I can officially announce…I’m back!
I am wrapping up my fifth week of maternity leave with sweet baby Eilish. When Murphy was born nearly three years ago, I took the same amount of time off, six weeks, but the shock of sleep deprivation, overwhelming new lessons and constant flow of visitors made the time off fly by and end up a complete blur. This time around has been a whole new experience. I was prepared for the sleepless nights and days.
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On any week night we may often be found joining several friends for pre-dinner drinks and conversation in the Pub at Meadowlark Hills. To us, the most satisfying feature of this evening routine is...
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