Tuesday, March 14, 2017

thankful tuesday, 3/14


i think this snapshot from the weekend,
captures pretty well a grateful heart.
a silly & simple moment shared with friends & family,
and inspired today's thankful tuesday.
  • a weekend being a big sister
  • snow days and coffee
  • dinner with my oldest friend who will soon be a mama
  • extra time in the library
  • random 2 week early birthday surprises from my dad for wes, that made us all sing & laugh
  • lentils
  • to-do lists that aren't daunting, but kinda fun
  • pretty things shopping
  • a clean pup
  • a monday lunch date
  • the laundry dance
  • a new oily adventure
  • international women's day with all my sisters 
  • dessert at daylight
  • anticipating spring

Wednesday, March 8, 2017

roots


happy international women's day friends.
a day that recognizes both the progress 
and the work to be done to advance gender equity.
a day of community and celebrating,
thoughtfulness and celebration.

i spent much of the day following and contributing
to the conversations and commitments
made by individuals and influencers around the world.
i'm grateful for the front row seat 
i have access to 
through the when women thrive work that i do.

i'm grateful for the 
colleagues and clients,
friends and family,
husband and kids
that inspire me every day in this work that i do.

and on this year's international women's day,
i'm feeling particularly grateful and inspired by 
my mom and dad.
city dweller, newlywed parents 
who chose farming over college.
and who every day encouraged me 
to live and love what i do.

i'm grateful for these roots.
i'm grateful for their choices.
for what they meant then.
and especially for what they mean today.







Wednesday, March 1, 2017

essential oil bits


welcome to my essential oil bits page here on bits & bobs!

this young living product speaks to my farm girl roots.
this oily community speaks to my sisterhood soul.
a sisterhood (guys too...wes loves these oils) that enjoy learning and sharing
about all the amazing benefits and uses of essential oils.
i love talking oils,
and would love to with you dear ones!

so...
would you like to learn more about young living?
you can email me anytime here.

are you ready to get started?
you can sign-up as a member hereunder my sponsor id.
i recommend that you start with the "premium starter kit."
this is what i did!
it's an incredible value (11 oils, a diffusor & lots more...).
it also gets you into to our oily tribe member page where you can access
resources, inspiration and tools for getting the most out of your oils.
it's also how you get 24% off retail pricing.
there are other member benefits too that we can talk about,
once you get started.

okay dear ones....

reach out anytime.
and thanks for letting me share with you.
xo!

Sunday, February 26, 2017

snowy bits


the end of february brought us a lovely peek at spring.
it also brought us lots of winter fun.
here's a peek at some of our snowy bits
including snowmen building, ice skating, outdoor fun, 
sledding, snow day fort building, warm treat tasting and skiing.
i'm feeling especially grateful to live
in a part of the world where we get to enjoy each of the 
four seasons in all their glory.

































and now we look forward to sprinting into spring.
which is never really a sprint, is it?
it's a start. stop. start. stop. 
snow. mud. ice. puddles.
puffer coats one day. flip flops the next.
sledding, skiing, skating one day...puddle jumping the next.
we'll take it, right jane?!




Thursday, February 9, 2017

spinnamon rolls


when i was growing up, 
pillsbury cinnamon rolls were a pretty special treat.
not homemade cinnamon rolls...
the pillsbury ones...
the ones perfectly packed along with the frosting in the tube.

i remember how i would feel when i saw mom put them in the grocery cart,
or when they were unloaded from the grocery bags,
or when i noticed the tube standing up on the refrigerator door shelf.

they were usually purchased for christmas morning,
birthdays, valentine's day and sometimes first day of school.  
sometimes, because they were buy-one-get-one.
and sometimes, just because.
then they would stay in the fridge for what seemed like forever,
until a special day came to be.

sometimes those special days were just ordinary saturday cartoon mornings.
my brothers and i would be lounging or playing and we would smell
the sweet goodness.
while yes, we were thrilled for the yummy treat,
we were more thrilled because the scent meant family time.
years later the scent would signal a saturday
morning free of practices or games.
years after that it meant the scent of home,
waking me from a slumber while home from college.

and sometimes it meant hope.
it meant mom & dad were getting along.
it meant that it would be the start of a good day.
it meant that maybe this good day was a fresh start, a new beginning.
it meant maybe all would be okay, that maybe mom &dad weren't going to get divorced.

well here at the defoyd backyard farm,
cinnamon rolls now called "spinnamon" rolls
mean a whole lot too.
for me, it means the fresh start i hoped and prayed for years before.
for my family it just means weekend.
not every weekend, but most.
whether it be no-sports lazy saturday cartoon mornings, 
or as part of brunch after chores, with eggs before church,
and sometimes as a side dish on breakfast for dinner nights.
my crew sure does love this pillsbury treat.

when they were wee toddlers (and still for jane),
it was an opportunity for the the early riser to get some 1:1 time with mama.
getting to press the buttons to pre-heat the oven.
blocking little ears while we popped the tube. 
helping to spray the pan.
placing each roll ever so carefully in the baking dish.
watching them rise and bake with the oven light on.
waiting for them to cool just enough before putting on the icing.
spreading gooey sticky icing.
getting to be the one to lick the leftover icing.
calling the family to the table while carrying the dish of warm yummy treats.

more recently, this pillsbury dough boy treat has provided e&b 
with the opportunity to take on a bit more responsibility in the kitchen,
often alongside their little sister.  
from reading the directions on the tube, to figuring out how to pop the tube,
to turning on the oven, to greasing a baking dish, to frosting them all by themselves.
breakfast prepared by the children, while i sip coffee in the next room.

sounds pretty wonderful right?
it was.
then week by week, this tradition keeping, independence giving,
kitchen responsibility learning, 
sweet treat baking,
mama hurt healing,
started to turn into a sibling bickering disaster.
the "mama, can i make the spinnamon buns?"
 asked sweetly by one child,
ignited the cries of the others.
"no i want to make them."
"it's my turn."
"you made them last time."
"well i'm spreading the icing."
"fine, but i'm licking the leftovers."
"fine, but the leftover bun is mine, all mine."

at first i could handle it.
i took it as a sign that it meant something.
that meaning something was the point.
but then i couldn't handle it.
i was hurt.
my wounds were opened.
how could they ruin this?
how could something meant to be special, turn ugly?

so it was time.
time for the "spinnamon bun" truce.
time to let them know that this was not okay in our family.
time to give them the inside scoop.
time for them to understand just how lucky they were that there was always a roll in the fridge.
time for them to understand why there was always a roll in the fridge.
time to share my heart.
time to share what
these stupid, store bought, processed, perfectly packed, delicious "spinnamon buns" meant to me.

what they meant when i was little.
what they meant to my brothers, their uncle matt and uncle tim.
what they meant when i was their age.
what they meant when i was an active, busy teenager.
what they meant when i went off to college.
what they meant before my mom and dad got divorced.

what they meant when i was a new mom.
what they meant when they were wee toddlers.
what they meant for our family time.
what they meant for weekends here at the farm.
what they meant for their growing up.

memories.
tradition.
hope.
new beginnings.
healing.

maybe i shared too much.
maybe they are too little to get it.
maybe i almost dumped the plate in the trash.
maybe i threatened to never buy them again.
 i certainly did.

but then we most certainly hugged it out.
i most certainly felt big time loved by wes for understanding,
by my kids for listening.
it was a moment.
and that's what this space is for.
cherishing and sharing the moments that i want to remember,
hold on to, reflect on, grow through.
before the bickering that may happen again...that will most certainly happen again.

now off to make some
"spinnamon rolls" on a family snow day...
because this.
and just because.
and because luckily there is a tube on the refrigerator door.


Tuesday, January 24, 2017

thankful tuesday, 1/24



a few quiet minutes,
after a few weeks of feeling like my brain was a bouncing basketball.
just enough to jot down some joy moments.  


  • ibuprofen for little fevers
  • clarity after the blurr
  • adrenaline 
  • davos learnings and inspiration
  • mr. defoyd's daily devotion
  • gorgeous girlfriends who blessed by birthday butt off
  • visor streamers
  • weekend in the woo
  • hometown farmers
  • swimming for my little fish
  • aquarium outing with my little fish
  • hide and seek sillies with jane
  • diane drive shenanigans
  • between mom courage
  • faith and feminism...hope and healing
  • pals and playdates
  • sunroof open in january
  • awesome experiences for the girl scouts
  • dribbling basketballs and squeaky sneakers
  • the winter coat nomar garciaparra car key search 
  • demo day and shiplap planning
  • solar system learning with b
  • trying new things
  • essential oil experimenting
here's to gratitude,
 and how it turns everything into enough.

Monday, January 16, 2017

let's paint


"almost always the creative dedicated minority
has made the world better."
dr. martin luther king jr.

my family gifted me a beautiful set of water colors for christmas.
i'm definitely not a painter, but 
this gift of 36 colors, received when i was still 36 years old got me all tangled up.
it's been open on display on my desk since christmas.
i've yet to wet the brush.
it's just so beautiful.
because i'm not an artist, i'm afraid to dirty it up.

tomorrow, when women thrive will be at the world economic forum 
for the 3rd year (36 months...hmmm)
paint is the core of our branding.
we picked it because it so vividly depicts the unique components, or color pallet of women's lives. 
that when blended or combined creates something beautiful, special, memorable...
something that thrives.
and while not technically part of our branding or messaging, 
we know that when we combine too many colors the result is muck.
i see this often in the "masterpieces" little jane creates.
and i see this often in the life mixing of family, faith, work, love, gifts, dreams.
that when i carelessly blend, or forget to clean the brush the result is muck.

and that right there is it. 
why i can't bring myself to use the gifted pallet set.
i'm afraid to mix the colors.
i'm afraid i'll muck it up.
i'm afraid to ruin the perfect border between each color.

but today,
in honor of dr. king and his words,
i'll paint.
 on the eve of when women thrive's anniversary at the forum, 
i will paint.
as i begin my 37th year, 
i will paint.
as we start the new year of 2017,
i'll paint.
i will remember to not use all the colors.
i'll choose the ones i like the most.
i'll be thoughtful to select just the ones i need for the thing i'm going to create.
and i know this means i'll certainly have to mix the paint.
mixing - colors - life - love - faith - work - family - gifts - dreams.
let's paint.