Lily and Mommy's (Sick) Day

Poor pitiful Pea Pie...

She woke up on Wednesday with a low-grade fever and nasty gunk flowing from her eyes, ears, and nose. Just nasty. When this happens, we know immediately that an ear infection is in hot pursuit. She stayed home with Daddy for some much needed rest and relaxation. When she woke up worse on Thursday, it was Mommy's turn to stay home and love on Lily. Now, I am fully aware that this was not a vacation day or a Mommy-Daughter Day...but whilst sick her spirits were still rather high so I wanted to make the day as fun as possible for her. So, while we waited for her doctor's appointment...I broke out the paints and canvas...

There are a few art projects that have been on the back burner...so I decided to knock one out! Lily's big girl room still has some bare walls and my late night Pinterest searches led me to a quote that just defines our Pea Pie and just NEEDED to be painted on a canvas and hung on her wall! As I got the canvas prepped, Lily wanted to jump in...so I said YES!

Stage one of our projects was complete so off to the doctor we went.

Yes, Lily makes herself at home just about anywhere! Once the doctor confirmed that she did have a nasty ear infection...I thought some lunch would help! So, we ran to McAlister's for some sweet tea and a cheese pita pizza!

Outside of the ear infection, our lunch date was so much fun! 

We headed home, rested for a bit, and then finished our projects!

While my lettering is a bit rusty, I'm generally pleased with home these turned out! It was so much fun working on a project with Lily and she was SO proud! It was adorable! 

Although this was a "sick" day, we had so much fun! She is growing up WAY too fast so it's our goal to take advantage of every opportunity to enjoy life with our funny, beautiful kiddos! 

Now, on that note, please excuse me...I'm being beckoned to attend a tea party with a little princess! ;)

Creamy Caprese Quinoa Bake

If you heard a huge sigh of relief over the weekend, it probably came from Chris as I made my way back into the kitchen and gave him a break from dinner duty! It's been quite some time since I cooked dinner...like "can't remember where some items are stored" amount of time. But...I survived and (thanks to Pinterest) I think I made a tasty and very easy little quinoa dish! Enjoy!

Creamy Caprese Quinoa Bake

Ingredients

2 cups of cooked quinoa 

1 cup of your favorite pasta sauce

2 tablespoons of tomato past

1/3 cup of heavy cream

1/3 cup of Parmesan cheese

1 cup of mozzarella cheese (divided)

1 cup grape tomatoes (halved)

1 large bunch of fresh basil (loosely chopped)

1/2 teaspoon of crushed red pepper

salt/pepper to taste

Directions

First, cook your quinoa. I tossed in 1/2 cup of uncooked quinoa with about a cup of water to yield (close enough) to my 2 cups of cooked quinoa. This took roughly 10-15 minutes. Once done, preheat your oven to 350 degrees F.

Now, let the fun begin! Heat your pasta sauce and tomato paste over low heat in a large sauce pan.

Once warm, stir in your heavy cream, Parmesan cheese, crushed red pepper and season with salt/pepper.

Remove from heat and stir in your cooked quinoa.

Next, fold in half of your mozzarella cheese, half of your tomatoes, and your chopped basil.

Once combined, spray a baking dish and pour in your entire quinoa mixture. Note: I used a 2 quart dish and I wished I would have used an 8x8 or other size square! Top with the remainder of your mozzarella cheese and remainder of your tomatoes.

Bake for 10-15 minutes and then turn on your broiler for about 1-2 minutes or until the cheese is golden and 

bubbly! Remove from the oven and sprinkle with a bit more of your chopped basil.

Allow to cool and then serve! 

This was seriously delicious! Lily (and even GranZee) enjoyed it...but that might have been thanks to the crazy amount of cheese in this dish! Whatever works!

Happy Father's Day Super Dad!

In the spirit of Father's Day, I wanted to share some sweet moments celebrating Chris and all his Super Dad qualities. Enjoy!

The day Chris became a Daddy, he was hooked. This picture still melts my heart...such love!

Chris has mastered the fine line of being quirky enough to be cool but not quirky enough to be weird. While that confidence can't be taught, I love that he already supports Lily with finding her individual style!

OK..maybe "supports" isn't quite strong enough a word..."encourages" is probably more accurate!

Chris is in charge of bath time at the Henry House. While it is more just an extension of "play time", the kids do manage to get clean every once in a while!

Speaking of play time...if Lily wants to play on the slide...so does Daddy!

He never misses an opportunity to get some good lovin' in. From kisses to cuddles, "daddy jail" is the best!

Adventures are encouraged...especially educational adventures. Chris has a thirst for knowledge that is contagious and I love that he is constantly finding ways to show Lily that learning is fun!

The kitchen is their favorite learning ground! Chris is the king of the kitchen...unless Lily is making cupcakes...then she takes over!

When the adventures are over, Daddy's cuddles are the best way to recharge the batteries!

And then they are on to the next adventure! Lily is such a big "helper" and Chris' patience with her is remarkable. He loves every minute of it!

And now, he has an official "mini-me"!

I cannot wait to see the trouble these two get in when Harrison starts to move and groove!

If story times are any indication, life with these boys is sure to be entertaining!

One thing for sure...our life is crazy but if anyone can handle it, Super Dad can! 

I'm so proud of Chris...he is a good man, amazing husband, and a truly phenomenal father. He is caring, fun, supportive, and  loving...with a few dashes of wild and crazy! He makes our lives enjoyable and I'm so lucky to have him by my side as we continue the Chenry Show journey!

Happy Daddy Day Chris!!!

Gradumacation Day

After nearly 8 years working at LSU - selling the campus to potential students and working with its alumni - today, I feel like I’m officially joining the club. And it has been a long journey. I took my first Public Admin class in the spring semester of 2008. It was Seminar in Public Administration, back when Dr. White still taught it. I missed four classes (all due to work), somehow still made an A, and decided this was a program I could see myself enjoying. Six years and a few hiatuses later, I have finally made it through the 42 credit hours in 14 classes. 

I know I wouldn't have had a chance to make this happen without the support of my other half. She is the one who made the true sacrifices: working with me through the night classes, rushed research papers, and group meetings- even after Lily’s debut 3 years ago and wrangling two kids during the past two months. Rachel, for this, I wholeheartedly thank you my dear.

I also owe a huge thank you to my professors for their knowledge and inspiration as well as their willingness to share it. I know that I am a much more informed and engaged citizen because of the understanding I have gained and the experiences I endured. I know so much more about bureaucracy and what it means to be a true public servant. Not a politician, mind you, but someone genuinely concerned with making a difference in the day-to-day lives of the average citizen. I also now know that a grade of 89.88% is a not an A, no matter how bad you want it to round up. Numbers are objective and care not what side of the line they fall upon, and that’s really what makes them so wonderfully terrible. And as fate would have it, that B would be the only one I made in grad school. Lessons are learned holistically in PADM.

    

Make no mistake, now that I am an “authentic” Tiger, it doesn't change a thing about how I feel about LA Tech. It will always be my first love. It gave me the knowledge and the foundation to get me where I am today and without a shred of doubt I feel like I've been a part of the best Louisiana has to offer in higher education. English majors can make it in this world!

Anyway, time to walk across the stage and grab that coveted piece of paper that represents countless hours of reading books and journal articles, writing policy analyses, crunching CAFRs, listening to guest lecturers, and correlating data sets.  Fun fact: I have never once sang the LSU Alma mater, not at a football game or even hummed along with the memorial tower at noon. Today, I feel like I might give it a shot. 

I am beautiful.

Eight weeks ago, I had a baby. I gained 30-ish pounds during pregnancy and am currently six pounds from my pre-pregnancy weight. In the comfort of my own home, I deem this a huge success. I'm not really dieting or cursing the scale. I'm actually proud of myself and how rockin' my bod looks in my yoga pants and t-shirts. Thanks to nursing, I have a pretty nice rack and my husband tells me I'm beautiful daily...and in our happy house...I believe him.

But then I go out in public...

I mean, did my post-baby bump and muffin top wait until I was out of the drive way to pop out of my too-tight pants? And on that note, I swear these pants fit at home!

The real world is harsh and full of assholes. Not once, not twice, but THRICE I was asked last weekend when I was due. Um...eight weeks ago...jerk! Seriously, did your mother not raise you right? NEVER ask a woman when she is due. Unless you see a baby exiting her personal area, just keep your mouth shut. Sorry, I digress...

I left the house that day in a cute little dress ( that was NOT maternity, mind you)  with my hair and make up actually done. I felt good about myself and was thinking I was adorable and then BAM, confidence shattered by a stranger. This got me thinking..

Why do I let the opinions of others affect how I feel about my physical self?

For years I've let people joke that I'm frumpy. What an awful word that is...frumpy. At first it was funny...but suddenly, I started to believe them. I allowed the back-handed compliments, ignorant comments, and unsolicited workout/diet advice lead me to believe that there was something wrong with how I look.  I became incredibly self-conscious about my weight...hair...skin...even my wardrobe. But...why?

Truth be told, I'm not frumpy.

I don't dress like they do on Vogue but I'm far from "mom jeans".  Even six pounds from my goal weight, I'm no where near overweight. I might not have a glowing tan but I also won't have skin cancer. I look nothing like the stereo-typical beauties on magazines or movies...but honestly, I don't want to. That's not me.

I don't want to count calories and miss out on yummy foods in an effort to be skinny. I like pizza and tacos and beer...and carbs, basically I really like carbs. I also don't want to live in a gym because I don't have time for that. Don't get me wrong, I think moderation and a healthy lifestyle are important...but there is no secret to being healthy. Don't constantly eat crap and get off your tail every once in a while! No need to obsess about it...just live it. Good food should be enjoyed and exercise should be fun. The number on the scale is irrelevant. Whether "my style" is in-style is irrelevant. All I want is to be a healthy, happy ME....the best version of ME.

This attitude change isn't only for me. More importantly, I have an awesome little girl that is starting to watch and mimic my every move. If I let the world beat me down...odds are she will too. And I will not have that. I want her to know she is beautiful but not because she is attractive...but because she is kind and smart and caring and funny and sweet. Pretty is as pretty does. I don't want her to put value in what "the world" deems beautiful...so...I accept the challenge of leading by example. The opinions of others...no matter how loudly shared...are not important. It is time to stop obsessing about the facets of beauty that are irrelevant and start putting value on what really matters.

Am I healthy? Am I happy? Am I kind?

Then I am beautiful!

#iambeautiful

Lily takes a selfie

Up front I'll say I'm not a big fan of the word "selfie", but I cant think of a better way to describe the wondrous pictures that Lily has taken on my phone and iPad. Here are a few of the more enjoyable snapshots she has taken in the past few months. Enjoy:

 She hadn't figured out the flip camera button yet.

There we go.

Hand in the lens. 

Concentration city. 

 Gotta make sure her favorite book is documented for record keeping.

Bert.

Making sure the coast is clear. 

My personal favorite. 

Smile Harrison!

The Henrys aren't really "posed picture" people. Murphy's Law tends to make appearances on any picture day...and it did not fail for Harrison's newborn photo session. We decided to pack up the entire family to try for some of those adorable sibling pictures that Pinterest leads you to believe are possible. (liars, they are all liars!)

Harrison peed on Chris no less than 5 minutes after arrival and then proceeded to stay wide awake for most of the session. Precious sleeping newborn photos...not for the Henrys. Lily refused to smile or stay still for pictures while Harrison continued to pee on things. Thankfully, Rachel of Rachel Erin Photography was a super champ and managed to get some cute shots while not running for the hills! These are some of our favorites:

Thanks so much to Rachel Erin Photography for putting up with the Henrys! We were a hot mess express!

But...I love my family...goober faces and all!

That last picture melts my heart!