Kitchie Coo has been a place for me to express my fervent love for food and family. It has been a place for me to explore and get a feel for writing in my own words. It has been a creative outlet and extricated a creative side of me that I didn't even know existed. I have learned to write creatively, write from my heart, write humorously and write seriously. I have learned bits and pieces of photography and I am thirsty to learn more in regards to food styling and getting that perfect shot of the ever-moving child. I have learned to search deep into my heart for feelings and turn them into words. I have learned to search deep for new ways to challenge myself in the kitchen and have turned out some mighty fine creations I am very proud of.
I love everything that I have learned through this experience, writing to anyone who wants to listen, without expectation. Sure, I get excited when a recipe I posted gets featured on a major website, but I am learning what's most important is just getting thoughts, recipes, ideas, photos, love, friendship out there and hoping somewhere along the line I inspire someone to try a new recipe, or touch someone with the love of family and friendship.
But, all of this said...the way Kitchie Coo has changed me from the inside out...I haven't been writing here as regularly as I would like. The word "coo" brings a vision to my mind of peacefulness, contentedness, well-being, love, joy and goodness. And I definitely find a place for that in my life each day, whether its a moment, an hour or a whole day, I need some good cooing on a regular basis to keep my anxiety at bay and my heart full. So, I am going to try to commit myself to some weekly cooing. A post of coos, about our life, our girls, our kitchen, our life in general. A post to encapsulate and summarize what's happening in our tiny little cooing corner of the world. A post to keep my mind and my writing fresh. These posts may be wandering and full of pictures and few words, or they may be hitting on a subject weighing on my mind that week, but they'll all come back to the ever important "coo". To finding the peace, contentment and good that drives those guttural coos from my lips and reminds me just how good this life can be.
And with that, I present to you my first Weekly Coo:
And what a perfect week to start my cooing...My sister Tessa graced us with a visit this weekend, and I got to spend a whole lot of time gushing over the sweetness of life as I witnessed things like this:
If there is one thing that Anna already knows deep in her heart, its knowing who her family is. There were no moments of her being shy or needing to warm up to Tessa. It was this kind of love immediately. So much love.
One of the things I didn't anticipate about motherhood, and it gets my heart every time, is how awesome it is to watch the people I love loving on my girl.
We all walked into this weekend without any expectation but just being together. There is something about just going with the flow and not making too many plans, that makes the days melt away into an easy peacefulness.
We rode the Carousel...
We strolled around the Market (sampling goodies whenever possible)...
We, three apron clad ladies, baked what are probably the world's best cookies (there's a small lie in there, because Anna was actually sleeping while we baked, but she still wanted to be part of our apron gang, and you know I couldn't resist that request)...
We made the Cornflake Crunch cookies out of the Momofuku Milk Bar book. If you haven't checked this book out yet, do it! Christina Tosi is my girl baker crush, she is amazing. You can tell how amazing these are by the crazed joy on Tessa's face...
We ventured to the perfect fall event, on a perfect fall day...the Missoula Maze. Petting zoo, pumpkin patch, and a very genuine hay/corn maze...that took an hour to get through. An hour. It was fun, but a tad too long...we were hungry and thirsty and almost starved to death because we didn't have any provisions. We weren't sure we were ever going to make it out. We emerged parched, dazed and confused (um, again, maybe embellishing just a tad), but we did it. We solved the maze! And, okay, we had a little fun in the process.
|Wandering blindly and unsuspecting into the Maze.|
We got the best family photo action shot ever: Anna cheerfully throwing a pumpkin at my face and Mace trying (unsuccessfully) to stop it.
Anna thought it was important to make direct eye contact with this sheep, but the sheep refused.
I can't believe this kid already knows how to humor her mother. I mean, she is clearly bored out of her mind and only stuck her hands and head in here for my amusement. This picture makes me nearly hysterical with laughter every time I look at it.
Every night Anna chose Auntie Tessa to read her bedtime stories, after which, Tessa would descend downstairs and we'd spend the rest of our evening hours snuggling and gabbing on the couch. Hours of consolidated gabbing time that had me bursting and craving more and more. Craving being near to my sister, craving these heart-to-hearts that happen too sporadically. Distance is so hard on the heart. But, I always feel like we make the best of our time on our visits and milk them for every single minute they give us.
I can't help but imagine our own girls, Anna and this wild one in my tummy, five, ten, twenty years from now relishing in each other and their sisterhood. And, eventually, relishing in each other's offspring. Such a cool relationship to witness.
Lots of deep, guttural cooing going on in our house this past weekend. Oh yes.