A few good gems

image via unsplash.com

image via unsplash.com

Happy Friday all ye in Internet-land! Does it seem like the weeks are moving more and more quickly? Or is that just me? Annie and I have lots of new content percolating as we plan weddings, and graduations, and generally attempt to navigate these middle years without losing our sanity -- don't worry, when we do lose it, it's only temporarily misplaced. This weekend I'm meeting with the florist, mapping out the set-up of the reception venue, and attending a baptism for my little niece. Sounds fun and cheery. Now, if it would only stop raining.

I'm off. Here, for your weekend enjoyment, are Friday's gems:

These marble and wood cheese boards are bee-utiful! It seems like sourcing the materials might be tricky, but the assembly looks fairly straight-forward. And the end product is fabulous.

image via Coco & Kelley

image via Coco & Kelley

"What Women Find in Friends That They May Not Get From Love" - "Female friendship has been the bedrock of women's lives for as long as their have been women." Often, after time spent with my female friends, Sterling will ask, "What on earth do you guys have to talk about for so long?" "Ah, I tell him, that is a secret best kept amongst women." 

image via CZ Design

image via CZ Design

I'm fairly obsessed with these old school letter boards by Letterfolk. Their instagram feed is super entertaining (search Letterfolkco). I'm angling for The Writer for my upcoming birthday. And . . . the incredible Cathy Zielske turns 50! Happy Birthday Cathy!

This collection of essays from prominent journalists and authors is a great read when you only have a few minutes -- like waiting for a doctor's appointment or standing in line at the DMV. I have it bookmarked on my phone, and it's been a sanity-saver more than a few times. Do you guys read Zadie Smith??

I want a corner gallery wall!

image via A Beautiful Mess

I recently downloaded this brush lettering guide and tutorial. It's actually a pretty fun, soothing project -- get out your brushes and watercolors and turn on some Simon and Garfunkel. Also, it's a super fun way to procrastinate. Win/win!

With two of my kids away from home, these modern Easter basket alternatives are good, shipping-friendly alternatives. Plus, they are shiny!

 

The scout binder revisited

Sarah and I had a skype meeting yesterday, catching up on life and wedding planning and re-energizing our blogging batteries. It's been almost exactly three years since we started this Nest & Launch venture and we started reminiscing on our early days. Remember how we used to post every weekday for the first year? There's a lot of content back in those archive stacks so we thought it would be fun to revisit and update some of the posts each week in a Throwback Thursday kind of way.

One of the very first posts I wrote (three years ago tomorrow, funny enough) still brings a lot of people here daily via Pinterest and various other mysterious-but-much-appreciated-pssst-pass-it-along social platforms. (Welcome, pinners!)  It was based on some some sage advice from a friend. She said, as I wrote in the original post:

"Start a Scout Binder. Now. She lamented how difficult it had been to prepare the Eagle scout application because all of the little signed badge cards and badges and earned rank cards and other sundry items had long been shuffled to the back corners of random drawers and pockets. She had no idea that they would need those again. So they had to gather it all up and, in some cases, track down old scout leaders for dates and signatures (or do some things over) to get a complete application submitted."  

Three years later, Sam's 7/8 of the way through his Eagle Project and the end is in sight. He's collected books for a women's/family shelter and built bookcases to hold them. I'm really glad we did our scout binder;  it really was a friendly, brilliant hint and it worked so well for us...
until
we
(he)
lost
it.
Sigh.

So much for organized foresight and the illusion of control! Oh well. Sometimes you put systems and prevention tactics into place and still end up with not a patch nor card in hand. Because bestlaid plans and teenage boys. And moving. Maybe there should be a merit badge for that.

But there IS an app for that if you'd like to avoid our old school quandary and add a failsafe: The Scout App. (And apparently there's no equivalent for Girl Scouts besides an app for the handbook and a girl scout cookie finder. Get on that, Girl Scouts!)

All-of-this-Mixed-Up-and-Baked-in-a-Beautiful Blueberry Galentines Pie

Happy Galentines weekend, all! (If you've never heard of Galentines, go ahead and click on the link for a tutorial and welcome to the holiday! I'm unabashedly channeling Leslie Knope in this post.)  Instead of our typical weekend gems post, I wanted to send a little love & appreciation to all of our N+L internet Gal Fridays today (or is it Gals Friday?). If I could have a weekend wish, I would have you all over on Saturday for a long chat, good laughs, and some pie.  Since that's not in the cards, I thought I'd share my favorite pie recipe and raise a fork to you across the miles.

If you've seen the 2007 dark comedy film Waitress, you might remember that Jenna (Keri Russell) bakes a series of cathartic pies that she creates and names after her emotional state at the time, things like the Marshmallow Mermaid Pie, the Falling in Love Chocolate Mousse Pie, the I Don't Want Earl's Baby Pie, Baby Screamin' Its Head Off In The Middle of the Night & Ruinin' My Life Pie, and finally the I Can't Have No Affair Because It's Wrong and I Don't Want Earl to Kill Me Pie.

In that spirit I'm calling this the She's-All-of-This-Mixed-Up-and-Baked-in-a-Beautiful Blueberry Galentines Pie. (I lifted the title directly from a song* in the new Waitress musical.) Don't get me wrong, though, this could also be whipped up on Valentines, too, and called the Blueberry Declare-Your-Love Pie. It's G's favorite pie on earth. In fact, it's one of his love languages. Feel free to choose your holiday on this one.

photo by Mark Boughton

photo by Mark Boughton


She's All of This Mixed Up and Baked in a Beautiful Blueberry Galentines Pie
{or} Blueberry Declare-Your-Love One-Crust Pie

1 9" prebaked pie shell (I have great luck with Pioneer Woman's pie crust recipe)

4 cups blueberries, rinsed and dried (can use frozen but fresh is 100 times better)

1 cup white sugar, divided into 3/4 c. and 1/4 c 

1 cup water

3 T. cornstarch (i.e., corn flour in Australia)

1. Line baked pie shell with 3 cups of blueberries

2. Combine 1 cup blueberries, 3/4 cup sugar, 1 cup water in a medium saucepan and cook over medium high heat, boiling until soft.

3. In small bowl or mug, combine 1/4 cup sugar and 3 T cornstarch. Mix in a little (2 T or so) of the hot mixture and stir until smooth then add to pan with hot mixture.

4. Cook for a few minutes, stirring until warm and smooth and thick.

5. Cool and pour mixture onto berries in the pie shell.

6. Refrigerate for 2+ hours for pie to set. 

7. Serve with ice cream or fresh whipped cream. Go on, head back for seconds.

(A big thank you to my friend, Annette, who passed along this recipe to me many years ago.)


  • A few of those pie recipes from the movie Waitress
  • *The lovely Sara Bareilles song (from the new Waitress musical) that inspired the pie name:

Happy weekending!

Love is in the air

This is going to be a big year for our family -- one daughter left on a mission, one daughter is graduating high school, and one daughter is getting married. As in MARRIED!

Jordan, our oldest, got engaged on New Year's Eve, and in honor of this impending Valentine's Day, I'm going to tell you all the romantic details. So, pull up a chair and pour yourself a Diet Coke. Chocolate might be a good idea as well.

image via SW Portraits

image via SW Portraits

When Jordan returned from her mission In November of 2014, she was absolutely certain that she was not interested in dating. Ever. She thought boys were icky and weird and she wanted no part in their shenanigans. That resolve lasted approximately two weeks. Maybe ten days . . . but who's counting?

She dated quite a bit that winter semester and often reported that she was overwhelmed by the boys' expectations. They were too ardent. They seemed too serious. They were too touchy. I commiserated with her. I mean, who wouldn't hate it if people brought them cokes and candy and told them they liked them? That sounds utterly horrible.

At some point, around April or May, she started talking about this coach at her Crossfit gym (ha ha, I get to talk about Crossfit). They met up at a concert. He took her out a few times. She thought he was really cute, but unlike those other, pushy boys, he really didn't seem all that crazy-interested. And you know where this is going, right? This guy, Alex, slow-played the entire courtship. He was clear he was also dating other people. He didn't want to be serious right away. (And let's be clear, in Mormon terms "right away" is in the first three months.)

By the end of the summer though, they were pretty inseparable. And some of you may remember that he came home with her over Thanksgiving break to "meet the parents." One day, during the holiday, Alex, Sterling, and I went out for a late breakfast where he asked for our blessing. Now, keeping in mind that Alex is genuinely nice, respectable, ambitious, and so, so kind to our daughter, I still thought that I needed more than three days to make such an assessment. "Can you marry our baby daughter? I don't know. Hang around and work for us for seven years and then I'll decide." But I didn't say that because I'm not crazy, and I realize that this whole "asking" business is mostly just a show of respect and cooperation. And lucky for us, Alex has been nothing but respectful and cooperative. Honestly, we couldn't be more thrilled with the match.

Hang in there, I'm getting to the proposal part . . .

Alex's parents are currently living in Asia, so the only way Jordan could meet them (and they could meet her) was if Jordan was to travel overseas during the Christmas break. Jordan would spend about nine days in Korea, and then she would return directly to Houston to spend a week with us. Alex would meet her back in Provo just before school resumed. Except the secret plan was that Alex would fly to Houston on New Year's Eve for a surprise proposal. I was in on the secret for months and I didn't tell!! I deserve a prize.

One thing we hadn't really considered is that Alex would be out of pocket for almost 24 hours while traveling back to the US. And since Jordan and Alex are in constant contact, she became rather unsettled during that time. At one point she came to me:

Jordan: "Mom, I just talked to Alex, and he's not being honest with me."
Me: "Whatever do you mean, dear?"
Jordan: "Well, he says he's one place but I know he's not there. And he made up some story about his phone. And I just can't figure out what he is doing."
Me: "I'm sure there is a logical explanation. Let's go to a movie and turn our cell phones off. Kay?"

On New Year's Day, I took all of the girls for manicures and pedicures (you can't put a ring on ratty fingernails). Meanwhile, Alex arrived in Houston, had a car and gorgeous bouquet waiting for him at the airport, and headed over to our part of town. Madison and Rebecca met up with Alex and directed him to a beautiful local park. Then it was up to Sterling and I to get Jordan to said park, at 6:00 pm at night, without arousing her suspicions. No problemo. I made up some story about needing to drop by my brother's, encouraged her to dress warmly, and then scooted her out the door. I drove over to the park and sneakily pulled to the curb where Alex was waiting (remember, she still thinks he's in Korea) with a huge bouquet. Jordan, who generally doesn't deal well with surprises, has a brief moment of hyperventilation. Alex calmly opens the door and pulls/pries her out. And then they were off! Jordan and Alex walked into the park for the actual asking and answering parts. But they came to our house after a bit so we could all jump up and down and scream and examine the ring. It was all very exciting and dramatic.

Now Annie and I are planning weddings that will occur just a week apart. We like to keep things coordinated and orderly here at Nest & Launch. We will try to fill you guys in on this wedding business in real-time (or perhaps you could educate us). For instance, did you know the big trend in wedding cakes is naked cakes? And yes, it's fine to google naked cakes. Really.
 

A few good gems

The weather has been beautiful in Houston this week -- crisp and cool with the bluest of skies. My oldest keeps calling me from Utah exclaiming over SO MUCH SNOW. She's sort of over it. But me? I want to roll around in it, make snow angels, strap long sticks on my feet and fly down mountains covered in glorious powder. While I'm dreaming of snow (and taking care of various house-related chores) this weekend, here are a few good Internet gems for your perusal:

Shoveling Snow, New England -- Frederick Childe Hassam, 1905.

Shoveling Snow, New England -- Frederick Childe Hassam, 1905.

This Billy Collins poem made its way across my Facebook feed the other day. Honestly, it might be my favorite Collins poem ever.

The New York Times column "Modern Love" is now a podcast. There are already four installments, so you have hours of good listening awaiting you. The first two are here to get you started.

I downloaded the Ink app a few days ago and have already sent Madison THREE cards! For just $1.99 (including postage), you can send a photo postcard directly from your phone to the recipient's real-life mailbox. They also have cards with envelopes for around $5. Everyone loves getting mail, and this is a way to brighten someone's day without ever leaving the couch -- now that's my kind of app!

Have you seen Mandy's laundry room makeover on Vintage Revivals? I swear she's my spirit decorating animal. I showed Sterling the 'after' picture and asked if we could recreate this in our own laundry room. He gave a fairly firm sounding 'no,' but I'm still in the first stage of wearing-him-down -- one I like to call the planting-the-seed stage.

Photo via VintageRevivals

Photo via VintageRevivals

This podcast featuring palliative physician B.J. Miller is fascinating. It's titled "Reframing Our Relationship to That We Don't Control," and speaks about, among other things, how Dr. Miller learned to refashion his life after an accident in college left him without legs and part of one arm. He says, "Let death be what takes us, not lack of imagination." It's super inspiring and thought provoking.

I think these Valentines just might work for teenagers. Who doesn't want tic tacs?

And last, but not least, have you heard of bullet journals? I started one about a month ago and I'm LOVING it. It's fun, creative, and I feel much more productive. I'm planning on a more in-depth post on my process this month, but here's a good site to show you what it's all about.

Okay, folks. I'm out of here. Hope your weekend is snowy and cozy and completely saturated in hot cocoa. . .

Off to Germany . . .

Annie has been writing up a storm for Nest & Launch, which makes me extremely happy and increasingly anxious to dive in myself. It's the best kind of motivation. I've been a bit out of pocket over the last few weeks as I've readied Madison (daughter #2) to leave on her mission to Frankfurt, Germany. 

Here's the thing: We started this blog because we wanted to address the lives of families with older kids - what it's like to parent teenagers, what it's like to care for ourselves in these years and circumstances, what it's like to send your tiny, baby children off into the great, wide world. We've written about high school graduations, and leaving for college, and missions, and even engagements. What I didn't anticipate was the sheer numbers of launches and the resulting readjustments for them (and ME!).  It's part exciting and part downright disconcerting.

After sending Madison off to college and then helping her move to New York for the summer (TWICE), I've just finished sending her off on an eighteen month mission to Germany. She ventures out, comes home for quick respites and tune ups, and then she's off again. And, in many ways, I'm left here to wonder and worry and pray for the safe-keeping of my sweet girl. 

I think Annie summed up my feelings best in a comment on an Instagram photo of Madison and I at the Missionary Training Center. She wrote, "The bittersweetest." And it is. There was so much joy and pride and heartache all rolled together in the sending off. I already miss her like crazy.

I know this mission-thing is sort of Mormon-specific, but sending our big kids off into the world is actually rather universal. And now that I'm feeling like an old hand at the launching, here are a few tips from the trenches:

When sending off a sister missionary:

  1. Shop online and shop early. Sister missionaries have super strict dress guidelines, so hitting the mall is rarely helpful. We bought most of Madison's clothing at Modcloth, Piper & Scoot, and a few things at J. Crew. The Loft and H&M were also helpful for tops, sweaters, and blazers.
  2. Buy these shoes. I bought them for a trip to England, and my feet thanked me many, many times -- they are seriously awesome walking shoes. Both of my girls fought me tooth and nail when I insisted they buy two pairs for their missions. Jordan came home from France singing their praises. I suspect Madison will be on board as soon as her delicate feet hit the cobblestones of Frankfurt.
  3. We bought this bag for Madison's scriptures and books. Jordan had a similar bag from Fossil and loved it. (Did you know they aren't even allowed to carry backpacks? What up?) Also, we waited to purchase until we received a coupon via email -- so sign up with Fossil.)
  4. Check with family and friends for a camera. There is little use for a point and shoot camera anymore, so there is likely a used camera available at little to no cost.
  5. Get a list of usernames and passwords for essential accounts. We ran into trouble when Jordan was on her mission and we needed the tax form to deduct her tuition (hello? we got audited on that!). Also, they might not remember their usernames and passwords when they return . . . so the list is doubly helpful at that point.
  6. Do what you can to lessen the "build up" of leaving. Avoid lamenting that this is the LAST Chipotle burrito or the LAST bowl of queso or the LAST movie for 18 months. Just avoid the emotional and mental torture when you can.
  7. Once they actually depart . . . do something for yourself. After dropping Madison off at the MTC, I skied for the next three days straight. It was exhilarating and distracted me from the sad parts of the leaving. I'm pretty sure a couple of movies and a dinner out would have worked well also, but I was in Utah . . . and there was snow . . .

If anyone wants to follow Madison's missionary adventures, I'm posting her weekly emails at maddiesmish.wordpress.com.

The last first day

Much of what is said here
must be said twice...

Nobody will listen, it would seem
if you simply admit
your baby left you early this morning
she didn’t even stop to say good-bye.

But if you sing it again
with the help of the band...

People will not only listen;
they will shift to the sympathetic edges of their chairs...
— Billy Collins, "The Blues"

Yesterday marked the last first day of school.

It's one of my favorite yearly mothering traditions--the trip to get school supplies, the night-before nerves and preparations, the first day of school photos, and the renewed (and always short-lived) ideal of the best-case early morning routine.  The milestones, though, they are whizzing by. 

I wrote once on Sam's birthday: "It's with a pocket of melancholy that I greet each of Sam's milestones. I grin and clap and hug and bake and (secretly, in my heart) cry a little. The crucible of the youngest child, I suppose, along with the fact that there are very few photos of just him in those early years. I did it almost from the moment he came home from the hospital--Holly Hunter style, in full sob mode: this is the last time I'll bring a newborn home from the hospital...the last time I'll watch the stumbling first steps...the last time I send a child to kindergarten."

Kids grow and discover and stretch the apron strings and launch their own lives. Parents support and applaud and nudge and work themselves out of a job. Let's all agree that the alternative would be uncomfortable--no one should literally play out the behavior of the creepy stalker mom in Love you Forever...sneaking in windows and climbing up ladders.

I'm so excited to see where this year takes Sam. We have him home for a bonus half year thanks to our move to Australia; I'm sure we'll all be excited and ready by the time rolls around to say goodbye at the end of the year. But I still reserve the right to get myself a microphone and a back-up band so I can belt out the milestone blues on occasion. "My baby done left me this mornin'..."  

p.s. Thanks for being my sympathetic (virtual) back up band--I'm moving on to other tunes now, too, I promise.

Summer uniform, Australia style. Yes, knee socks and shorts--it's a given here.

Summer uniform, Australia style. Yes, knee socks and shorts--it's a given here.