Last week, for the first time in two years, we had professional family photos taken.
The pictures will not be edited and ready for another couple of weeks, but the photographer has shared a couple of sneak peak images.
These were taken by Tonya Lewis Photography. If you like what you see, we highly recommend her. You can also check out and like her Facebook page here.
Thursday, October 30, 2014
Wednesday, October 29, 2014
We had another wedding at our church this week. While I have not yet had a chance to download the pictures, I wanted to share the sermon itself with you all.
My husband preaches a brief, unique sermon at every wedding he performs. This one was probably my favorite one so far.
I'm thankful to be married to a godly man who exemplifies what he preaches.
Monday, October 27, 2014
Stephen and Boaz are funny little buddies. Anytime I set Boaz in the high chair (just to watch us, not to eat yet at this point), Stephen pulls up a chair from the counter, sits across from him, and "chats" with his baby brother. They go on and on, back and forth. It's really cute and funny.
Boaz definitely loves all his brothers and sisters, who dote on him daily.
Friday, October 24, 2014
I was born in March of 1979 in what was then Eastern Germany, part of the Communist Block. My father was Hungarian, my mother German. They had met in my mother's home town while Dad was working there. I was the third child after my two older brothers, who were 1 and 2 1/2 years older than me, respectively.
When I was about 6 months old, our family moved to my Dad's little home village in Hungary. Thus, my earliest memories all date back to Hungary, and Hungarian was the first language I ever learned.
Our little abode was very modest compared to the standards of the Western world in the early 80's. To me, it was home, and I loved it. We lived in the back half of this "duplex" - in the above picture, everything to the right of the fence. The house was generally dark and narrow, and from what I can remember, it only had two rooms: the kitchen when one first entered through the door on the left, and a single bedroom beyond that, which is on the right in the picture above. We had electricity, but no running water or indoor plumbing. Water was fetched from a central pump on the main street. There was a well right in front of our door on our own property, but it was defunct, and we children were strictly forbidden to get anywhere near the pile of rocks and the deep pit that remained of the well.
My mom painted this dresser, as she did much of our furniture.
I don't know how my mother managed with three little kids and no running water, no disposable diapers, no washing machines or bathrooms, but somehow she did, because we all made it. I'm guessing she did her laundry in a big wash tub with a washboard, because that's the way my grandma was still doing it as long as I can remember. The diapers I think she boiled in a large pot on the single electric stove plate we had in the kitchen.
My Grandma's house, in 2004
My grandparents lived just a few houses up the only street in this village. That is my Grandma's house above, where she continued to live even when we visited her there in 2008. By that time, the house had been upgraded with limited indoor plumbing, and my Grandpa had passed away and been buried in this same village where he was born and had lived his entire life.
This house brings back so many wonderful memories. My grandparents, as well as my great-grandmother, lived there my whole life. My brothers and I spent countless weekends there as children, and much of our summer breaks. I can still smell their pantry (which made up a large part of the house) filled with all sorts of dried and cured goodies, loaded each fall during harvest. My favorite were the fresh walnuts, spread in the attic to dry. I also remember shelling beans of every type and color with great-grandma, watching grandma kill and pluck chickens for dinner, and watching the men butcher a pig and process it into meat, sausages, etc all right there on the little farm.
My uncle with Grandma. The ladder in the back goes to the attic, and I have climbed it countless times.
Grandma in her pantry. By this time, she was an old lady and living alone, so it was no longer in its hayday.
I once tried to show Grandma that I could walk down the stairs to the porch backwards, but missed the steps, and tumbled down instead. I bust my head open and had to have stitches, which are still visible on my forehead today.
When my brother, who took these pictures, told her he'd be sending these on to me, she made him wait while she put on her Sunday best.
I don't think this dear lady ever wore anything but skirts and dresses. It was a very different time, even just a few decades ago.
Grandma was a great cook, and we never lacked for delicious food at her house. My favorite were her cakes. She cooked everything on an old wood stove.
The electric stove in the back was not there when I was a child. Rather, this big cupboard was against that wall.
The wallpaper, on the other hand, was the same they had when we were little.
My Grandpa was strict (I remember he spanked me once for refusing to take a nap!), but according to my Dad and my own memories, he loved me dearly. Him and Grandma had two sons, then there were my two brothers, and finally at long last I was the only girl to come along. I remember watching him wash up and shave in the mornings, then he'd take his cap off the peg by the door, and head out to his day's work. In addition to their little subsistence farm, and their own little vineyard, both my grandparents worked in some sort of rock quarry. Grandpa would often bring home pretty glittery rocks for my brothers and I.
Grandpa knew I loved sunflower seeds, which are abundant in Hungary, and which they grew themselves. He would spend his free time all week long shelling sunflowers one at a time, so that by the time I came on the weekend, he would have a little cup full sitting on that cupboard, waiting for me to eat them. After he had worked so long and hard, I would put the cup to my mouth, and "drink" it down in no time flat. Yet, he never did tire of shelling them again the next week.
My brothers and I had a favorite snack he would make for us, called "Little Soldiers". Basically, Grandpa would take down a piece of smoked pork fat from the pantry, cut it into small cubes, top each with a dollop of mustard, salt them, and we'd pop them in our mouths as quickly as he could make them. We also loved roasting the pork fat over an open fire at night. We would let the fat drip onto thick slices of white bread until they turned into crunchy pork rinds we would eat with fresh tomatoes and peppers from their garden.
My parents soon moved to the big city nearby, but we continued visiting our grandparents every week until we left Hungary. More on that next time.
Saturday, October 11, 2014
These are seriously tasty - like a macaroon. The peanut flavor does not come through because I don't much care for peanuts. If you like them, feel free to substitute some or all of the butter in the recipe with peanut butter. You can also sub it out with almond butter if you prefer.
And as far as being effective - well, I had several before bed last night, and let's just say my chubby baby has been feasting royally ever since. I wasn't sure if it was possible to make a lactation cookie without the obligatory oats, but for me personally, this is even more effective than my standard, oat-based recipe.
Thursday, October 9, 2014
Cheesecake has got to be one of my favorite desserts. As a child, I was put off by the name - it's the same in German, and to my childish mind, eating a cake made of cheese didn't sound appealing at all. But once I tried it, I was hooked.
Since I am following the "Trim Healthy Mama" plan to get back to pre-pregancy weight, I wanted to come up with a version that was grain free (i.e. no graham cracker crust), and used only low glycemic sweeteners in moderate amounts, while not compromising taste. (Please note: I follow THM without using any of the funky "on plan" sweeteners.)
In addition, I did not just want to create a cheesecake substitute, but rather something that was delicious in its own right. A cheesecake that would convert those who were not yet fans of it.
Not to be singing my own praises, but this did come out pretty awesome, as confirmed by my ravenous in-home taste testers. It certainly doesn't taste like I am missing out on anything. The crust in particular was simply delicious. I like it better than the traditional graham cracker crust.
And - hold on to your hats - I even created a recipe card at the end of this post to make it easier to print the recipe. At least that's what I hope it will do. I am not exactly computer savvy, and if there is an easy recipe plug-in for Blogger, I have yet to find it, so I made a recipe card instead that can be printed as an image. Please share your feedback with me on this. Is this working for you? Does it help?
(THM, whole foods, grain and gluten free, paleo)
Pie Crust (adapted from the Coconut Pie Crust in this book, which I highly recommend)
3/4 cup blanched almond flour
3/4 cup shredded unsweetened coconut
1 tbsp coconut sugar
1/4 teaspoon sea salt
1/4 cup coconut oil
1 tsp vanilla extract
Preheat oven to 350 degrees.
Toast the coconut in a pan over medium heat until fragrant and just turning golden. It seems like this is an unnecessary step, but it really does bring out the flavors of the coconut so much more, and it only takes a few minutes during which time you can measure out the other ingredients.
Combine the almond flour, coconut, salt, and coconut sugar in a bowl; mix well.
If the coconut oil is solid, melt over low heat. Stir into dry mixture along with the vanilla extract.
Press the crumbly pie crust mixture into a 9-inch springform pan. Bake at 350 degrees for 7-10 minutes until crust is set and golden. Turn oven down to 325 degrees.
2 - 8 oz blocks of cream cheese at room temperature
1 tsp vanilla
1/2 cup raw, unfiltered honey (local is best)
For the filling, I just reused the bowl from the crust mix - it caused no issues whatsoever and saved a dish, so feel free to do the same :)
Beat all filling ingredients well until smooth (a stick blender works best). Pour over pie crust, and bake at 325 degrees for about 40 minutes until the middle is set.
Carefully remove cheesecake from oven, and allow to cool for 5 minutes. Then, carefully run a butter knife along the edge between the cake and the springform pan; then open the pan and remove the outer ring.
Cool the cheesecake to room temperature, then move to the fridge for several hours or overnight to set completely. Enjoy!
(Makes 8 servings. If you are following the THM plan, this is an S dessert)
And - another exciting techy update: I have simplified my blog address to www.stevenandersonfamily.com, which will automatically redirect you to my page on Blogger here.
Monday, October 6, 2014
Top left: Solomon and Isaac, today
Top right and bottom left: Solomon and Isaac eleven years ago
Bottom right: Stephen and Boaz
They all look so much alike - and all equally cute/handsome (if I do say so myself).
Monday, September 29, 2014
To read my previous posts on all things THM, please click here.
- This is just another low carb diet. - Fiction
The plan is about separating carbs and fats, as well as eliminating unhealthy versions of these. So no sugar, sodas, juice, and other simple, empty carbs. Healthy carbs are encouraged in the right proportions and settings.
- You have to buy a bunch of specialty ingredients. - Fiction
It doesn't take any special ingredients to keep your carbs and your fats separate. Anyone can get started on plan with simple foods they already have in the house, such as eggs, cheese, butter, oats, etc. The more "exotic" items can be purchased over time as the budget allows. They are only for making the plan funner and easier, but not necessary. I personally know several people who have lost large amounts of weight on plan without ever buying hardly any of the specialty items.
- You are required to eat processed junk food. - Fiction
Just not true. We eat virtually only whole foods around here (please ignore my post on Krispy Kreme below...), and the plan works just fine for me. To join my Facebook group of THM - whole foods style, please click here.
- You have to use only zero-calorie sweeteners. - Fiction
While the book may insist on using only stevia, xylitol, or erythritol, the plan works just as well with whole, low glycemic sweeteners. Again, if you join the THM - whole foods style Facebook group, you will find lots of others who are having success on plan, minus questionable sweeteners.
- You will gain the weight back immediately after going off plan. - Fiction
This plan does, in fact, reboot your metabolism for the better. I have gone off plan for months at a time without gaining the weight back (except for during pregnancy) or suffering any other ill effects.
- The THM principles are based on the Bible. - Somewhat true
Personally, I don't really find that it goes against the Bible (except for making honey off-limits), nor that the principles in the book by and large come from the Bible. I do agree that bread, butter, salt, etc. are all foods the Bible speaks highly of as being important and healthy, and THM incorporates these, so I guess that could be considered as "biblically sound"
- The book is poorly laid out. - Somewhat true
Yes - but there are lots of great resources online, both for how to "tab" the book, as well as oodles of recipes and other tips/tricks. I wish the ingredients for recipes were listed better (with amounts would be a great place to start!), but none of that makes the book unusable. For being self-published by two SAHMs, they certainly did better than I could have done.
- The book is wordy and long. - Somewhat true
If you are the chatty kind, you might like their style. If you just want the straight dope on the plan, you may find the book to be a bit slow-going. In spite of having lost a combined total of 50 lbs on plan, I have never yet finished reading it because I just haven't had the time to do so. But - who cares. Even reading over select parts is doing the job for me.
- The book is full of sound nutritional advice. - Fact
Except for the funky sweeteners, yes, the book has much to teach in the way of sound nutrition. I think for most of us, the revelation that fat does NOT make us fat is an important one. Realizing that juice is not a healthy food, and that it's simple carbs that are growing the obesity epidemic, is monumental. There in an emphasis on fermented food, sprouted/soaked grains, etc.
- The plan is easy to follow. - Fact
Yes. Is it ever! No calorie counting. No starving and depriving yourself. No daydreaming about food while your stomach grumbles on and your metabolism tanks. The authors like to talk about "food freedom," and it's so true. Once you learn the basics of separating carbs and fats, and have a feel for how to "THM-ify" recipes, it's a cinch.
- The plan works. - Fact
Just go to the official Facebook page or the website for lots of testimonials. A friend of mine has lost almost 50 lbs in the last 7 months, without using the sweeteners recommended in the book (her sweetener of choice is coconut sugar). I am currently scratching on 30 lbs lost in 5 months while exclusively breastfeeding, a time during which I usually could never even attempt to lose weight without ruining my milk supply.
Sunday, September 28, 2014
Today, my oldest baby turns 13 - which officially makes him a "teen." Which means that until the last kid leaves the home, my husband and I will from here on out always have a teen in the house. That could be decades from now, so this is a major benchmark in family dynamics for us.
Wow, they were both babies in that photo! I remember my husband shaved his beard when Solomon was just a few weeks old, and it was hilarious seeing his confused reaction.
The picture above is with his cousins, the only other grandkids on my husband's side at that time. There now are 20! On my side, Solomon is the oldest of currently 11 grandchildren.
Doesn't he look just like Boaz in these photos? I have noticed that all of our kids look virtually identical as babies.
When Solomon was 9 months old, my sister-in-law gave us a digital camera. Suddenly, I could take pictures of my little dumpling!!!
Wow, I cannot believe we started having kids as young as we did! I mean, I am SO glad we did, and I have loved every minute of it - but look at us, we are practically kids ourselves! My husband gave me a reality check this week when he remarked that if Solomon became a Dad at the age that we had him, I would be a grandma in only 7 more years. Whaaaaaat? How can that be? I know I just gave birth to him, like, yesterday.
I remember that we didn't have a lot of money back then. In fact, the sandals in the picture above were Solomon's only pair of shoes, and I could only afford them because it was fall and they went on clearance. Also, all of the professional portrait pictures above were the one free promo photo offered by portrait studios. Except for the last one where he is standing in the box - I bought that one for an addition $15 because I just could not choose between that one, and the picture before. We really did not have the money for such luxuries - my grocery budget in those days was $40 per week - so buying that photo led to a fight with my husband (understandably so on his part). I remember telling him, "We will survive, and one day I will be so glad for that picture!" - and what can I say? One day is here, and I am thankful for the photo.
The pictures above were taken during Solomon's first trip to Germany with me. I was 7 months pregnant with Isaac at the time. That is my baby brother next to him, who I think looks just like my Johnny.
Thank you for bearing with me through these baby photos. As much as I would love to fill this post with dozens more of photos of my baby, I will spare you. Let's just have one more for each birthday, shall we?
2 years old
3 years old
4 years old
5 years old
7 years old
8 years old
9 years old
10 years old
11 years old
12 years old
Am I afraid of the teen years? No, not at all. While Solomon is maturing into a young man and an adult, with the necessary yearning for independence and making his own decision, he has never embraced the concept of rebellion being a necessary step in that process. He is kind and loving to friends and strangers, fiercely protective of me, and generally very responsible. I have no doubt that he will mature into a fine young man in the coming years, and that he will make us proud and happy, as he has always done so far.
Being the oldest, these milestones with him are of course harder on this mama, but like most things in life, it's bittersweet. When the first child is born, the parents are also born, so this is an anniversary of sorts for me, too. I am thankful that I have been able to spend virtually all of his waking hours with him up to this point in life, enjoy them to the fullest, and not have regrets as he grows older that we would have had more time together. While I do not love him any more than I love any of the younger kids, I have loved him the longest. Other than getting saved, becoming a parent has been the single greatest seismic shock in my life, and a huge step in growing up myself.
Happy Birthday, Solomon! You are a blessing, and have made me happy every single day since I found out we were expecting you. We are so very proud of you! :)