Thoughtful Thursday And Fabulous Aunt Friday

Thursday May 4th –

The day began with a look at the forecast, which in turn, made the day begin on a cheerful note and then with a glance at the calendar came the realization that we’d been in Canada almost one month already 😳

Time flies when you’re home πŸ˜‹

It didn’t take long for me to head outside, the sunshine calling but the whole ‘yard work’ thing already growing old 😜
I did move some rock piles and pull some weeds before taking a break to write outside in the lovely spring air πŸŒ€πŸŒ±πŸ“±

Back inside I had chicken to make soup out of and a supper to think of, since Mike was ‘souped out’… typical guy πŸ™„πŸ˜œ
(Yes, I too can become sick of one food if it’s eaten too many times in a row, but if someone is thinking of, cooking and cleaning up from a meal, I’m not going to complain that it’s once again soup 😏)

So, wanting to try something different I made up a creamy , lemon rice and chicken soup and while that simmered, I worked on a pasta sauce for supper.

The day passed amidst sunshine soaking until Mom returned and we shared a coffee (no,we didn’t share one coffee, that would be crazy) on the deck, telling of our days events… or lack there of in my case πŸ˜‹

Michiel returned from work and brought me a container of raspberries πŸ˜ŠπŸ’•

Which is kind of funny because just earlier I’d been thinking (due to conversations had recently etc) about what gifts I liked most from him.
Knowing flowers wasn’t up there on my priority list and then thinking food was probably the easiest to pick and the most enjoyed πŸ™ˆ

Low and behold, he got the vibes 😜

Mom had returned with a gift for me as well…
Cleaning supplies! πŸ˜‚

Ah the days it really hits you that you’re an adult, when cleaning supplies equal a totally acceptable and appreciated gift πŸ’•πŸ‘ŒπŸ»πŸ˜‹
She said she was thinking about how when Mike and I do get a place of our own, just how much a home must hold for simple tasks during a week of normal life and how little of those items we had.

So she thought she’d start our stock 😊
Partially out of pity for herself because she knew if I didn’t have those things I’d probably ‘borrow’ hers for a time πŸ˜‚πŸ’•

Mike ending up going to golf with the boss/bro, so Mother and I ended up eating the soup and I must say we were happy with the results 😊

Basil oil was sprinkled on tomatoes and feta and then roasted before being put on top a toast for us to enjoy beside the soup and it was a pleasant ‘soup’ meal πŸ˜‰πŸ΅πŸ₯„

I began work on ‘the secret project’ but only moments into the task/thingy/stuff, Mom came biking back (she’d left for a bike ride a few minutes before) up to me rather upset.
A dog had bitten her leg and though not too badly, the swollen, purple splotch with three teeth marks was clearly visible.

 She’d had dog spray to use on it, which made it let go but she was understandably and obviously shaken up 😣

We decided to go to town to make sure she was up on her shots and that was what took up the rest of our evening.

Thankfully she’d thought to take the dog spray with her that evening and though it shouldn’t have happened, we know it was the Lord nudging her to take it along that specific time and though we will never know, maybe it had to happen to her so it wouldn’t happen to our little niece or nephew, who’d biked past the same dog (though chained) the day before πŸ’•

Friday May 5th –

My day held no plans and it’s a good thing because my Aunty duties were called upon and I got to babysit the nephew.

The first true test of our relationship, alone time😬😳

Lucky for me it was a beeeautiful day!

(Which in turn called for juice, so I whipped up a batch before he was dropped off)

Sunshine, blue skies, slight breeze and +25 temperatures, so we headed out immediately after he was dropped off, trying to ease the ache of Mothers absence with a bucket of water for his blues 😜

It worked, I’m fabulous at Aunting πŸ˜πŸ’πŸ»

(Sarcasm people, sarcasmπŸ˜‰)

I watered the gardens while child watching and both tasks turned out to be rather dull πŸ˜‹
He was on good behaviour and I too, so the day went perfectly fine, I just find the ‘no real communication of needs’ (though it’s just as daunting as when they do speak and need constant responses) wearisome.
He enjoys food and drink though and so do I, luckily words aren’t required to express that πŸ˜‰

Though I did aid him in learning what will be one of his most important words, ‘Jess’.

And also how to give a low bow with hands clasped in front of you when saying thank you πŸ™‡πŸ½πŸ˜œ

Yay for nap time! 😁
Truthfully the only reason I wanted him to nap, was so that I could sit outside without feeling guilty if he was to get a sunburn cause Aunty wanted a tan πŸ™ˆπŸ˜œ

Michiel and I had a little (2 ish hour) afternoon nap once he returned from work and Spencer was taken home, our bodies not used to the hot weather which drained any energy we may have had πŸ˜‹

Once I woke up it was time for pasta.
I heated up the creamy, lemon and herb sauce I’d made the day before, roasted more tomatoes and fried up some shrimp to go with.

It turned out really nice and I was happy with my attempt at a ‘lighter’ cream cheese sauce.
I should really start measuring stuff/writing it down because I haven’t really got a clue what I did 😬😜

Are you a strictly measuring cups and spoons kind of cook or more of ‘a little bit’a this and a little bit’a that’ kind of person? πŸ€“

After delivering a forgotten blanket and stuffed animal to aid in the nephews night time ritual, we sat in the living room, sipping our coffee, discussing ‘the secret project’ and planning the next day’s, morning adventure😁

Until Mike invited some friends over for supper the next day and I had to quickly decide on a dessert and meal πŸ˜‰

Author: jessicapeters95

Hello humans 😊 This is where you learn about me I suppose, though anyone reading this right now most likely knows all the boring details ;) I am Jessica Rose Peters-Hagenouw. (Always thought I'd be able to pronounce my married name but hey, life doesn't go as we plan.) June 11, 1995, tis the day Robert and Bonnie Peters received the most adorable, amazing, wonderful, surprise 3rd child they could have dreamed of. Speaking of being the third child, I have an older brother and an older sister. Both of whom are married and have wee little families of their own, making 'Aunty Jess' another name I go by. I grew up and have lived all of my years up till November 2015 in Saskatchewan, Canada. Making summers that are extremely short and winters that never end, vast open spaces, northern lights, unthinkable amounts of mosquitoes, lakes, forests and people waving to you on the grid road all different things that mean = Home. But Home is not where I'll be for some time. My husband is a Dutchman, living in Europe. Therefore I too have been living in Europe for the last few months. The reason I started this little blog/journal/writing thing, is to document a bit of my "whole new world," for those at home who wont be awake at 3:00 am wanting to hear about how I couldn't find flour at the grocery store. Thanks for stopping by and taking a peek into my little life 😊

3 thoughts on “Thoughtful Thursday And Fabulous Aunt Friday”

  1. I’m a measure kinda person on occasion of a new recipe but mostly I’m a little bit of this, that and the other and learning to write those changes down when I remember so I can remember what it is I did do. Genetics?
    The dog bite is much worse then described by the writer as it isn’t her legπŸ˜‚

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  2. All the “secret project” suspense is getting intense 😜 Can’t wait for the big reveal!!
    I’m more of a measureing person but my measurements tend to be “oh that wasn’t quite a full scoop, add a pinch more” so technically I guess I’m a lil of this or that cookπŸ˜„

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    1. Haha, now I feel like you’ll be disappointed when you do learn what it is πŸ˜›
      That sounds like what I do, measure but not completely filling the cup and then throwing a dash or so more just incase :p


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