so saturday was a wild one. but pretty darn good, if you ask me. we kicked off the day of activities by opening the windows and rolling out our mats for a little exercise with the breeze blowing through the house. have i mentioned that this time of year is simply dreamy? and then, it was time to wake the little miss and get ready to head out. first stop, the gilbert farmers market. the new season of CSA is *finally* upon us! the place was buzzing. people everywhere. strolling and sipping coffee and buying goodies and enjoying breakfast foods. you know, it is this time of year, and all.
after filling the cooler, it was off to the annual founders day function for ben’s work. every year, they get these really snazzy t-shirts and tickets for the whole family to some kind of gathering. last year, it was a trip to the pumpkin patch and this year it was all about cosmic bowling and arcade games and bumper cars and laser tag. crazy stuff. we met up with friends and grabbed a lane for some bowling. elinor even got to play. she kept squealing “ball! ball! ball!” and thought that every turn was her turn. she is quite the sportsman. and she loves to cheer on her papa. clapping and yay-ing like it was her job.
after we got in a couple hours of that scene, we hopped in the car again to head to crêpe bar to meet up with some tucson friends. they were returning from a trip and flew into phoenix so naturally, they wanted to do two things before driving home: 1) take a trip to ikea for some essentials and 2) grab lunch at a yummy spot. we were happy to take part in number two. and so, we got our little families together for some fabulous food and i encouraged kate to head next door and grab some croissants for the road. after a lovely little lunch and some great conversation and some laughing at our silly babies, they were off. and we went back home.
well, i dropped off ben and elinor and immediately turned the car around for an afternoon coffee date with a dear friend. elinor napped and ben got a few hours to himself and i got caught up on life with my gal pal.
after all the hustle and bustle of the day, we were ready for a quiet evening at home. ben made dinner for us and we relaxed and spent some time together, just our little family. elinor made us laugh and we talked and shared stories. there was even some coloring and a family dance party. so, not as rowdy as a comic bowling alley but still not exactly quiet and tame. it was just right. i sure do love this family of mine.
and hey hubby…thanks for doing fun stuff with me. and thanks for being silly and playing with elinor. and thanks for your thoughtful preparation of weekend meals. i like doing this life with you.
she likes to use “eight” for all the numbers
she likes to use “boo” (blue) for all the colors
she likes to use “a” or “e” for all the letters
she likes to use “sooos” (shoes) for all the articles of clothing
current favorites phrases
uuuuum – dramatic pause – sure!
rea-ey, night-night (ready for night-night)
shange cothes (after ben comes home, he gets elinor from her nap and then he changes from his work attire. when he goes in to get her, she now says, “hi papa! change clothes?”)
foodst (she uses this one to request that i make her food)
pay ball, papa. (play ball, papa)
sih-eeee mama (silly mama)
aaaa-em (a dramatic amen after prayers are said)
i doooo, i doooo (when we ask if she would like to do something, her reply is an extended, double “i do”)
“let your moderation be known to all men”
this is that verse that has given rise to the “moderation in all things” phrase that we toss around these days. in all things, moderation. eat. drink. dessert. cheese. health food. coffee. alcohol. exercise. alone time. party time. enjoyment. relaxation. work. play. we follow up our things of life with a “but, moderation”. and while it is prudent to exhibit self-control and to be moderate, balanced, sober-minded – there is one area of life that requires no moderation. one thing in which we are encouraged to binge. more and more and more and more. never enough. over the top. consume in copious amounts. obsession level. wild and uninhibited. and that is in our consumption of the word of God. our time spent with Christ. our time spent at the banquet table feasting on the words and truths of God. taking in the person of Christ. being sustained by manna from above.
the Lord has invited me to pull up a seat to His banquet table where He has prepared a feast for me to savor. and we never need to consider moderation in this place. we need not show restrain or self-control at the table of His bounteous goodness. it is the ultimate all-you-can-eat situation. there is always a chair at the table and you can stay for as long as you’d like. you can feast until you bust. i need to open my eyes to His splendor and generosity. He has invited me to enjoy Him.
so often i leave the table too soon. that nagging thought of moderation kicks in and i slow down. i foolishly think that i have had enough. that’s too much. i don’t want to be spoiled. i don’t want to be selfish. but that is not how this feast works. you can never be spoiled by heavenly food. it is beautiful to binge. it is honoring and pleasing to the Lord.
other times, i leave the table and wander into the back alley of the world. i consume the scraps. i accept the fodder that this world tosses to me. food that is empty. food that does not sustain. food that lacks taste. food that destroys. why do i accept the blasé menu of this life when my Creator has made me with a palate for the heavenly? anything less than His manna should be unpalatable. i am not to fill up on the waste of this world when He has provided me with cuisine of the divine.
God is most glorified in us when we are most satisfied in him. therefore, if we are going to glorify God as we ought, the pursuit of joy is not optional—it is essential. we not only may, but ought to pursue our maximum pleasure—in God. we can feast. we should feast. more and more and more. gaining a stronger appetite for Him until everything else loses all flavor. reveling in the fact that we can pull up a chair and feast for eternity. eat, drink, and be merry – no moderation required.
this super serious sassy face. we were enjoying a nice little tummy tickle and suddenly, elinor was over it. this is her “i don’t care for that” face. it has grown in intensity since her infant days.
a late night dinner date with ben’s folks to belatedly celebrate their birthdays.
my man’s black pepper and cheddar sourdough english muffins topped with vegenaise spread + smoky tempeh + avocado + an oozy-woozy local pasture egg. breakfast for dinner is where it’s at.
so we decided that for one glorious mid-week night…healthy, homemade food be darned! it is october, after all. and that calls for a fest. when menu planning for the week, ben tossed out the idea of a little trip to brat haüs to celebrate all things beer and pretzels and sauerkraut and sausage. you can imagine his surprise when i replied with a, “sure, lets do it!” i think i scored some MAJOR points there.
i mean, it wasn’t a completely altruistic move on my part. they have duck fat fries. so, naturally…i am game.
after a cloudy and rainy day here in the AZ, the weather was simply delightful and made for the perfect scene for our feast fest. we grabbed a table and enjoyed the cool breeze. splendid.
and would you look at that little face? the tongue. the total anticipation. just poring over that menu. she is so our kid.
elinor did some major people watching while she waited for the pretzel goodness to arrive. and ben and i chit-chatted and took a load off. oh yes, and ben got a big ol’ brew fit for a german king. he was pretty darn happy. and can we talk about the pretzel? i have a major crush on pretzels. elinor does too, but mostly as a vessel for all the dips. she was a cheese dip and honey mustard monster. she even got in on the spicy mustard stuff.
see what i meant about elinor being our kid? every single picture of us from the meal was essentially a drool-fest. me and my beloved pretzel. ben and his sausage with root beer onions. give us some food i tell ya…we are a happy bunch. pleased as punch.
and then there is this. my new favorite picture for a couple reasons: 1) elinor’s mid-sentence face and instinctual hand reach when she saw those fries arrive and 2) those crispy and salty fries with tasty dips. i want to eat those all day long. right? hey, when will duck fat fries with truffle aioli finally be recognized as they superfoods that they are?
it was a great evening.