It's A...

I feel like I should start with a disclaimer. I know it's been more than half a year since my last blog post (oops!), but you should know that future posts may not be very soon forthcoming. And this is why. :)

Yup. There's gonna be a new Little Bobber in town this year! :D We're super excited and happy! And since it's been a small eternity since my last update on this blog, I'll go ahead and get all the usual question out of the way now:

OMG I had no idea you were pregnant!?
I know, I know. It's not a secret, it's just taken me a small forever to actually take these pictures and write this post. Sorry!

How far along are you?
I'm at almost 30 weeks as of this writing! Basically I found out I was pregnant days after my last post in September, and promptly had absolutely zero energy for anything beyond moving my body from the bed to the couch during daylight hours. Hence the long hiatus on the blog.

So when are you due?
...which means that Baby #2 is due at the end of May.

How are you feeling?
Pregnancy this time around has been okay, thanks for asking! ;) I doubt any pregnancy could be as ideal as my first, and I was prepared for worse. No real nausea, just intense fatigue for the first 8-10 weeks with some queasiness any time I got hungry. Which was all the time, because I was simply too tired to make food beyond cheese and crackers, or whatever my toddler was having for lunch.

Where's the bump?!!
No, I don't have any bump photos to post (yet), mainly because of the above-mentioned astonishing amount of fatigue with this pregnancy and because we've been busier with travel, family, and church life involvements than any other time that I can remember since being married. Oh, and don't forget we have a toddler. ;) I'm hoping we'll get to take a family portrait as a family of 3 before we become a family of 4, but I'm already resigned that it simply may not happen. And I'm okay with that. :)

Do you have a name picked out?
Yes, we have already chosen a name. No, we're not telling people except immediate family until the baby is born. (Because once it's on the birth certificate, changing our mind will be a prohibitive hassle. Until then, you know, just in case...)

And finally, the big one...the one you clicked on this post for...the one you skipped to the bottom just to find out...

JUST TELL ME BOY OR GIRL ALREADY!!!

Okay, okay! ;)

IT'S A...

BOY!!! :D

And we couldn't be happier. ;)

We didn't find out the gender until I was more than 20 weeks, due to holiday travel and how my appointments fell, so we had a lot of friends and family weigh in on whether they thought it would be a boy or a girl this time around. The overwhelming majority was pulling for Team Pink, since we already have Ax the Great. But don't worry fans! We've always wanted to have at least 3 kids, so there's still lots of hope for a Baby Girl Morgan in the future (Lord willing). :)

But for now at least, we are beyond thrilled at the prospect of Ax the Great having a little brother to play with, and having another rambunctious, mischievous, precious Little Bobber to love. Thank You, Lord!

Shoutout to the delightful shop that makes these adorable confetti pops in my very own hometown!

Hooray!

I hope it won't be another 7 months until I post again, but we've already committed to 2 major trips this year in addition to welcoming the newest Morgan to the family. In other words, I can't make any promises! Except...I promise to inundate social media with photos as soon as our new little guy is here. Follow or unfollow accordingly. ;) You have been warned.

With Love and Sparkly Blue Confetti,

g.

The Wednesday Wander: Goodwill Hunting

This is my attempt to motivate myself to blog at least once a week (and also to get out of the house for more than just grocery shopping). I hereby institute “The Wednesday Wander,” in which I post (on a Wednesday, naturally) about the adventures of Mama + Ax (which may or may not take place on a Wednesday).

Side note: can I abbreviate Mama + Ax to M+Ax? Referring to myself as “Mama,” as if it’s my name, gives me a bit of an identity crisis. But it feels equally weird to say “Gloria + Ax,” because I am, after all, his mother. I know, I have issues. #mynameisgloriaok

Moving on. 

Come, join us on a grand adventure! In this first episode, we will be taking you on a tour of a place of wonder and enchantment; a place of secret lives and untold stories; a place of hopes, heartaches, and dreams.

 Oh yes I did.

I’ve long since shrugged off the stigma of frequenting thrift and consignment stores for clothes, quirky household items, and the odd paperback. These days, I revel in finding brand name items gently worn or sometimes with the tags still on for mere pennies to the dollar of their original price. My special weakness now, though, is glassware.

The only rub is that I currently live in a rented space with a kitchen only slightly larger than my closet, so my gorgeous, carefully curated collections of tableware, serving dishes, elegant glasses, and useful kitchen appliances exist only in my dream kitchen on Pinterest and Houzz. Also here. (So dreamy...)

In a place like the Bay area, however, thrift stores are the stuff dreams are made of! People don’t just donate junk. They donate genuinely lovely, vintage, and sometimes expensive things.

Pretty things.

Fancy things.

Shiny and sparkly things.

Right alongside ugly things.

And funny things. (Lush and mellow? I almost bought it just for that.)

Classic things.

Cult classic things. (Is there a VCR around here anywhere?!)

Useful things. (Have the baby one and loved it; snagged this gem for $4 thankyouverymuch.)

Playful things.

I somehow neglected to take a picture of the gorgeous and incredibly delicate champagne coupes that I scooped up for a dollar each. Good thing there were five of them, because only days later I found that the entire upper rim of one coupe had broken off in a perfect “O” — similar to the face I made when I found it neatly halved thus. I'm sorry to say I didn't get a picture of that either.

In all, I scored 3 books (including a Pulitzer prize-winner and a novel in French!), the 5 champagne coupes, 2 adorable sundae glasses, the wire bead toy Ax is clutching above, and a bag of wood blocks, all for the princely sum of $20. I call that a win!

I can't promise not to post about thrift stores every week. I also can't promise that I'll actually post every week. (Here's hoping!) But I can promise that my trusty sidekick and I are looking forward to sharing a wander or two with you in the near future.

Happy wandering,
g.

Sunday Roast Chicken: A New Story of an Old Tradition and The Best Roast Chicken You'll Ever Have

Hi!

No, no, don't worry it's just me again. Sorry, didn't mean to startle you by disappearing for 4 months and then reappearing out of nowhere like that. :)

For those of you keeping score, I am sadly failing at the "blog at least twice a month" goal on my #33list. Thankfully, the beauty of such lists is that one changes them as one wishes, and crossing the finish line is all about how much one enjoys a year of life and not at all about ticking boxes. So I'm going to skip over the unchecked boxes, and go straight into the things that are adding a little joy to my life right now.

Like this:

Last year I took the time to create a spreadsheet of my entire repertoire of dinner meals and organized them into categories that corresponded to a day of the week: pork-based meals on Monday, ground beef dishes on Tuesday, soups and stews on Wednesday, pizza/pasta on Saturday, etc. One of the things I decided to do was roast a chicken every Sunday night.

Besides being the cheapest meat one can buy, roasting a weekly chicken also provides enough for lunch sandwiches or salads later in the week, or even a second dinner. And then of course there's the bones for making broth, which I slow simmer in the crock pot almost every week. With a little planning, I can stretch one chicken for up to 4 meals. Just this week, for instance, we ate the leg quarters from this very recipe with brown rice and salad Sunday night, I fed our ravenous 10-month-old small pieces of breast meat almost every day for lunch or dinner, I made Wednesday's beef stew with my own slow-cooked chicken broth, and I'm using the rest of the leftover meat for the famous Morgan homemade chicken taquitos probably right now as you're reading this.

But economy and convenience are not the only reasons I make Sunday roast chicken. Yes, it is wonderfully affordable and virtually effortless, but it's also comfort food at its most elegant. There are few things that make me feel more like the perfectly coiffed 1950's society housewives of yore than pulling a gorgeous roast hen from the oven all sizzling and covered in golden brown crispy skin, and carving it neatly into juicy, warm pieces served dripping with homemade gravy.

Are you salivating yet?

I know oven-roasted chicken has a reputation for being finicky and turning out dry and flavorless, but take it from the girl who's been doggedly perfecting the technique every week for more than six months: it's easy. Maybe you've seen recipes like this one, which lists no less than 8 ingredients in addition to the actual bird, including 4 herbs in 2 different preparations. While this might be the most amazingly flavorful roast chicken you'll ever have (it's still on my list of roast chicken recipes to try...as soon as I can make a special trip to Whole Foods for culinary lavender), I contend that the best roast chicken you'll ever have only needs one foolproof ingredient. Just one: salt. A well-salted chicken is a flavorful, moist, and succulent chicken, and all the culinary lavender in La Frahnce cannot save an under-salted bird. The only other key ingredient is temperature + cooking time, which admittedly can vary depending on your oven. After weeks of testing in our new apartment, and with a little feedback from a friend (thanks B!), I suggest starting with 75 minutes at 400 degrees and adjusting from there.

So, without further ado, I give you simply the best roast chicken you'll ever have:

Salty Chicken

N.B. Instructions are given in the order that involves the least amount of raw chicken handling and obligatory hand-washing possible.

Ingredients
4-5 lb chicken
salt
that's it
yes, really

Preheat oven to 400 degrees. Pour about 2 tablespoons of salt into a small bowl and set aside. Place a couple of paper towels in your roasting dish or pan, and set aside 2 more paper towels. Place the chicken breast side down on the paper towels in the roasting pan and remove giblets. Discard giblets or save for making gravy (I never use them). Use extra paper towels to pat the chicken dry inside and out. (Excess moisture turns to steam in the oven, which will prevent the skin from getting crispy--and we don't want that.) Generously sprinkle with salt, using about 1 tablespoon on the inside and 1 tablespoon on the outside. Remove the paper towels from the pan and turn breast side up. You could at this point use kitchen twine to do a complicated trussing technique, or even just tie the legs together. But let me tell you a secret: the bird will roast just fine without it.

Now you can wash your hands. Sigh of relief.

Place the chicken in a 400 degree oven and roast for 1 hour and 15 minutes. About halfway through roasting, you should hear the chicken begin to sizzle. That's good: it means the skin is getting nice and crispy. :)

After about 75 minutes, remove from oven and let rest for at least 15 minutes. This is a 4th-quarter tip: carving immediately lets the juices evaporate, causing the meat to dry out. Give it at least 15 minutes for the temperature of the whole bird to start cooling, and the juices will redistribute into the meat, keeping it moist, buttery, and tender.

Now are you salivating?

Carve at the leg and thigh joints, and down the middle of the breast bone. Serve over rice or mashed potatoes, next to a green salad, or with the best mac and cheese you'll ever have. If you feel so inclined, you could also whip up a quick gravy by cooking 1-2 tablespoons flour in a tablespoon of melted butter, slowly drizzling in all the cooking juices from the roasting pan, and simmering until thickened, about 5 minutes.  Feeds up to 4 hungry adults, or 6 light eaters if served with a lot of side dishes.

Salivate good times, come on.

And finally, gratuitous baby picture:

Did you ever??

Happy roasting,

g.

#32list: The Moment of Truth

Friends, Romans, Walruses: the time has come.

When I started this blog a year ago on my 31st birthday, I made a list of 32 things I wanted to accomplish before my next birthday, when I would turn 32. Well, that was almost 2 months ago (oops!), so it's time to 'fess up and bring out the scorecard!

N.B. See #25 in advance. It's my permanent excuse for absolutely every fail in life for the next 18 years.

1. Start a blog - DONE. 10 posts in 1 year; slow, but not bad for a start!
2. Have a regular morning time with the Lord - DONE. Since at least once a week counts as regular, and I had a baby this year (baby = free pass for everything), I'm crossing this off.
3. Exercise regularly - DONE. This was a tough one, since this time last year I was 6 weeks pregnant, and 2 months later started a full time retail job right before the holiday rush. But, like #2, I've done something that could pass as exercise (however mild) at least once a week if you average it all out (ha!), so I'm counting it done.
4. Run a 5K - I had a baby instead. Might as well cross climb Mt. Everest off my bucket list, because that's basically what I accomplished.
5. Run a 10K - See above. 
6. Run a half marathon - See above. Maybe when I'm done having babies.
7. Read 1 new book every month - DONE. I didn't (exactly) read a new book every month, but I did read 10 new books. So, I say close enough! And YES, baby/sleep-training books TOTALLY COUNT. 
8. Travel outside the country - Nope. Sigh. Next year! *crosses fingers*
9. Visit Boston Austin - Boston was out of the question, BUT! We DID fly to Austin, TX with our 10 week old baby! He is the first great-grandbaby to my only living grandparent, my mom's mom, whom I had not seen in almost 10 years. So this was a big, big deal and we had a big, big family shindig to celebrate. It was wonderful!
10. Go camping in a tent - DONE! I lamented to the Best Husband Ever back in March that this could not possibly happen before my next birthday since we were having a baby. His response? "Just because we're having a baby doesn't mean we can't do anything or go anywhere. We'll go camping before your birthday. In fact, we'll go camping FOR your birthday." And we DID! In, like, a tent and everything! With a 4 month old baby! And it was FUN!! Reason #907983 I call him the Best Husband Ever. :)
11. Learn how to create and edit video - Sleep is better.
12. Secret personal health related goal that I won't share here - Didn't do it. Still not telling.
13. Get back in the habit of reading the Bible before bed - DONE. It's not every night, but I am getting back in the habit.
14. Check social media less - Welllll this compulsive habit got a lot better...and then a lot worse. I know there are infinitely more productive things you could do while breastfeeding, but at 2:00 a.m., or when your brain is so fogged from lack of sleep even though it's high noon, staring at your Instagram feed is sometimes all you can manage. And sometimes, it's reassuring just to know that there's still a world out there for you to rejoin one day...
15. Make every recipe in Ina Garten's Barefoot in Paris cookbook - Didn't finish, but I'm renewing this for my #33list. The standing is currently 21/79 recipes made, not counting the 5 that aren't worth the trouble. Potato chips from scratch? But...why??
16. Make cronuts from scratch - Not yet.
17. Get a puppy - We moved into an apartment that doesn't allow pets. :( 
18. Find fun things to do instead of watch TV - So far, honestly, it's a relief to have something going on in the background during the day to keep me company, and keep me from losing my mind. Being at home 24/7 (we only have one car) is tough. Although thanks to #'s 1 and 7, I have rediscovered my love of writing and reading. I'm hoping for more of both in my life henceforth.
19. Read Les Misérables - Didn't even touch it. #noregrets
20. Perfect macaron-making at home, and learn to make more flavors than chocolate and vanilla - #33list! I'm determined to become a pro at macaron making. 
21. Meet this baby in person - Didn't happen. KILLLLLS me. :(
22. Spend less money at coffee shops - DONE. For the 6 months that I was working full time at the mall, I practically lived on coffee shops and mall fast food. :( But I'm at home 24/7 now, and spend $0 at coffee shops except for the rare occasions when I have the car. So, I spend less at coffee shops now! #silverlining
23. Figure out a weekly chore system that works for me - DONE. Figured out the chore system with help from this friend's awesome post! Next step: actually USE the chore system. ;)
24. Make dinner by 7:30 8:00 pm - DONE. This actually sometimes happens! Twice a week? That's regular! ;)
25. Other secret personal health related goal REVEALED: Have a baby - DONE. Yes, I actually made that a goal: have a baby before my 32nd birthday. And it's easily the accomplishment of which I am most proud. I think it counts for all the things I didn't get done last year. Easily! 
26. Throw a tea party - DONE. AKA baby shower! I got to throw a darling little April Shower Tea Party with my mother just 8 days before Ax was born (whew!). I do have pictures, maybe I'll post some...someday...
27. Have people over [for dinner] more often - DONE. Even though I was working full time until April and we had a baby a mere 3 weeks after I quit, we are managing to make getting together with friends a more regular thing (although not always for dinner).
28. Spend more time at the pool - Nope. :(
29. Go to a (free) outdoor concert or festival - Also no.
30. Spend a weekend at a vineyard B&B - DONE!! :) Well, it wasn't on a vineyard, but it was in downtown Napa and we toured a vineyard while we were there, so it counts! I'm hoping to do a separate post on this precious surprise weekend getaway hopefully sometime soon.
31. Do more hiking - DONE. We even took Ax with us! Twice!
32. Finish at least 1 book of the Life-Studies - I'll be finished in just one more week, so I'm counting this one as DONE.

Final tally: 16 items done / 32 items listed. And since the "done" items include having a baby, which counts for 1000 items (and that's not even half the number of things one must do to take care of a baby), the conclusion is: I WIN.

I said in my  original #32list post that if I did even half the things on my list, I would feel like I've lived. Having accomplished (more or less) exactly half of my list, how do I feel now?

Frankly, I was hoping to feel much more exhilarated than I do. But perhaps that's just the sleep deprivation and isolation boredom talking. Also, I think lists bring out my OCD tendencies: if I don't finish the list, I feel anxious and depressed. It's hard for me to look at this list without inwardly berating myself for counting some things that I didn't do exactly as originally planned, to say nothing of the things I didn't do at all (except not reading Les Mis; I only feel relieved about that). Despite my bravado in asserting that "I win," I actually feel like a loser for not ticking every box, for not doing everything in the exact detail specified. For not being perfect. That's when I have to take a deep breath, close my eyes, and remember: perfection is not possible, not my job, and not my goal.

This is the moment of truth, and the truth is: I'm so glad I did this! If not for this list, we would probably never have gone camping with a baby. Even if the BHE had suggested it, I'm sure I would have been too daunted to attempt it. Same with reading new books, figuring out a chore system, and so many other items, crossed off or not. I couldn't cross off cooking every recipe in Barefoot in Paris, but I made over a dozen new recipes that I would probably never have bothered to try otherwise. And I'm ecstatic about that, and excited and motivated to keep going with it!

So the result isn't what I expected: I expected to do a lot more than I did, but instead, both the done and undone things gave me a lesson in self-forgiveness and joie de vivre. Which, all things considered, is really the point.

Next week: #33list goes live! And I plan to document each item as it happens (or doesn't!) throughout the year. Don't miss it! Make your own list and join me!

And finally, gratuitous baby picture. You're welcome. #sorrynotsorry

What It Means To Build Up The Body Of Christ On A Friday Night When You’re a New Parent

It’s 6:30 p.m. People are coming to my house in an hour and a half. My postpartum hair loss is all over the floor, my nearly 4-month-old baby is fed but unwashed, and dinner will be defrosted leftovers hastily microwaved and scoffed before the guests come. I am tired, hormonal, cranky from an off-schedule baby who still doesn’t (quite) sleep through the night, and disappointed in myself because I am a terrible housekeeper. (Bless you for pointing out the new mother excuse; unfortunately, my housekeeping skills—or lack thereof—have nothing to do with having a baby.) I want to wake up my hard-working, neat-as-a-pin husband, who is napping to recuperate from the demands of his all-hours high tech Silicon Valley job, and cry on his shoulder and ask him to email our friends and tell them not to come. Oh, and can he please go pick us up some dinner.

This is not what I visualize when I think about Christians paying a price, sacrificing, or suffering for the gospel. But as I stand in the middle of the kitchen, reassuring myself that all my reasons not to have fellow believers over for our usual Friday night fellowship are totally justified (and they totally are; I know our friends will be more than understanding), the Lord reminds me: a little strength. Just a little.

I cannot be a martyr in the Middle East. For the moment, there is no call for me to serve the Lord in some exotic place, or even in our local church. I don’t work outside the home. Most days my greatest accomplishment is to get dressed and make myself food. So most days, I don’t feel like I’m doing anything of importance (except training the baby to sleep; that is VERY important!!!), much less fighting the good fight.

But today. Today, there is something I can do to contribute to the meaning of the universe.

I can ignore my lethargy. I can swallow my pride. I can put on the kettle, set out the tea, and slice up some humble apples (they’re not even organic) to put on a tray. I can eat my nuked leftovers standing in the kitchen while the Best Husband Ever entertains the baby, and then take over the (heavily condensed, because I’m in no mood to mess around) bedtime routine so the BHE can eat and finish cleaning the rest of the house. I can take a deep breath and quietly let go of the totally justifiable reasons I should have the night to myself to relax and go to bed early (I totally should).

I can let the saints come to my home. I can present my body a living sacrifice while the Word is read and the fellowship flows. I can let the Lord knit me a little more with these believers that He has placed us with. And even though I’m too tired to function, I can enjoy their measure of grace.

I can’t preach the gospel to thousands. I can’t serve in foreign lands. There are many things I can’t do, so many of my God’s needs I can’t meet. But tonight, there is one small thing I can do for the Lord whom I love.

I can build up the Body of Christ.

I bow my head over groceries that are still waiting to be put away. This is not a great trial; it is such a mild sacrifice that I didn’t even realize it was a sacrifice. But it is. Opening our home for the home meeting is my small opportunity to offer the little (time, energy, resources) I have to the Lord. So I will. And I do.

Six hours later as I write this, I am glad the saints came, as I knew I would be. We’re all going hiking in Big Basin Redwood Forest tomorrow, plans made over the remains of tea and humble apples. I wanted to spend the day by myself at the library (between breastfeeding sessions, of course), but this, too, is a precious opportunity for more "building up of itself in love" to take place.

Right now, my measure feels so small. But even one talent can make a profit, if properly invested. 

How To Be Pregnant: A Noob’s Guide to Successfully* Surviving the First 7.5 Months

*where success does not necessarily mean healthy, recommended, ideal, or approved by the American Pregnancy Association, but that in spite of everything, nothing dreadful happened. (Thank You, Lord…)

The one thing we've done to get ready for the baby. Surely 6 weeks
is plenty of time to do everything else...

1. Start taking prenatal vitamins and omega-3 supplements as soon as you know you want to have a baby. All those important nutrients need to be in your system beforehand, and you can’t know exactly when it will happen. (See #2.)

2. Wait until you’re 18 weeks along to find out that you’re pregnant. That way you can find out you’re pregnant, find out the baby’s gender, and be halfway done with the entire process all on the same day.

Tip: when your doctor sends you to get an ultrasound to find out just how far along you are, have your husband leave work and come with you. That way, you can both see the baby’s heartbeat for the first time, and you’ll have someone besides the ultrasound tech to hold onto when you start laughing and crying at the same time.

3. Get a job where you stand on your feet in dress shoes for 8 hours a day. This will help you understand the true meaning of foot odor, back/joint pain, and calf muscle cramps. It will also make soothing foot baths, hot showers, and warm (not hot and for no longer than 20 minutes!) bubble baths seem like heaven on earth.

4. Don’t worry about nutrition at all. Instead, since you spend 9-12 hours a day at the mall for work, eat at least one fast food meal every day, eat fast food for all three meals in one day on a regular basis, and treat yourself frequently to decadent chocolate shop hot chocolate, sea salt chocolate chip cookies, milkshakes, and soft serve swirl cones (it’s organic soft serve, so it’s healthy!).

5. Come down with a horrible, miserable, awful cold twice in two months. Bonus points if you scare your doctor into thinking you’re developing pneumonia. (Thankfully, I didn’t.) In the end, this will make turning in your resignation instead of just going on maternity leave totally understandable.

6. Thank the Lord daily for your precious, precious husband, who cheerfully insists on doing all the dishes, chores, laundry, grocery shopping, and some occasional cooking (in addition to his own demanding, all-hours, high tech job) while you’re trying to cope with the dual exertion of being pregnant and working full-time in retail.

7. Sign up for the last available spot in the birthing class you want to take. Promise your husband that you’ll only have to do this once.

8. Pre-register at the hospital where you plan to deliver while being monitored to make sure you’re not going into pre-term labor. (I wasn’t! Apparently mild dehydration + a very active baby can trigger Braxton-Hicks contractions…for an entire day!)

9. Quit your job a month earlier than you planned to. Because you will actually need every minute of the remaining six weeks until your due date to finish unpacking your new apartment, buy things, set up the nursery, pre-cook meals, regain your sanity, and catch up on rest (and also catch up on your new favorite HGTV DIY remodeling show, whee!).

10. Don’t stress about how you’re not doing any of the things you’re supposed to do for a healthy pregnancy (except take prenatal vitamins religiously every night). Instead, turn every “should-have” into a prayer of trust and thankfulness to the Lord that He, not you, is in control, and that this baby (as well as you, your husband, and your home) belongs to Him, and not yourselves.

Kissing In A Tree

Well, you know what happens when you kiss in a tree.

This!

Yep, that's right, there's gonna be a little MORE-gan this year! ;) Baby Boy Morgan, coming May 2014.

We can't wait. :)