Respecting adults, just not those in leadership?

This post has been rolling in my head for a couple months now and I’m finally writing it. I admit I’m nervous because it touches on a sensitive subject and I’m nervous of the response, which probably won’t be anything, but I have to write this in the hope that it might make some rethink or question how they’re speaking. Just in case you aren’t aware of our living situation- we live in Poland. And love it. Many people have asked us if we’re going to go through the process of changing citizenship and the solid answer is always no. As much as we love it here and the Polish people, we’ll always be Americans. It’s who we are, where we were brought up and where God placed us for a reason- plus we just love America too. Here comes the rub. Being an ocean away, we have relied on Facebook to keep us connected with those we love back in the USA. And, to speak frankly it is so maddening to hear people speak so disrespectfully of the leaders of our country. And now I have to read people hate on the law enforcement?! Are you kidding me?! Are they just some form of subhuman where we teach our children to respect adults in general…just not our leaders or those who swear to protect us? I must clarify that I am a Christian who believes in praying for our leaders. Why?  Because I believe God ultimately is in charge of polls and allows certain people to be in leadership. Now I could go the route of, if we are bashing and stabbing our leaders with our words what does that mean about our trust level with God…He doesn’t ask us but commands us to pray and lift up our leaders. Instead I’m going to go personal about how my and your voice impacts those younger than us. I’ve had to answer countless questions from my daughter because she’s heard people being hateful towards the police, the president, and/or others in leadership. Guys, it starts in the home, when our children learn to either respect and pray for those in leadership-regardless if we agree with their choices- or disrespect and hate on those elected into positions. There comes a time, hopefully, when we ask ourselves, ‘what kind of example are we giving our children/grandchildren by how we talk about those around us?’ Including the grocery attendant, the slow person in the Starbucks line ordering 100 drinks, our President, their school teacher or your neighbor. I don’t pretend to know or have all the answers but I beg of you to please take a moment and reevaluate the links you are posting or status’s your writing. I know there will be some who will just say to ‘unfriend’ them, but you know what? I know that a person is more than the posts they write or the links they share. It’s a relationship I am choosing not to let go of- a friend who I’m choosing to still be friends with. This is simply my response to those posts. What are you showing those children who are in your lives (or friends kids) and hear what you say about those in politics, civil leadership or about the law enforcement? Yes, it’s an opportunity to teach them but please don’t complain/post mean links and then be shocked at how the younger generation is reacting to those in leadership. How can we make it better, not just complain with the decisions we disagree with? Be proactive, not reactive.   OK, done with my rant and rave. Thanks.

Meal Planning

Boring for you, necessity for me.



Egg/Veggie Scramble Orange Slices

Toast with Peanut Butter, Banana


Oatmeal with Raisins and Cinnamon

Sugar free Pancakes with fresh fruit



Sandwich Wraps

Nutella Sandwich 

Grilled Cheese with Tomato Soup



Homemade Pizza

Pork Chops, Brocolli, Cantaloupe

Pierogi, Boiled potatoes, Orange slices

Chicken Stir fry, Brown Rice, Bell Peppers, Brocolli

Baked Meatballs in Marinara sauce, Broccoli, Potatoes 

Baked Turkey Meatballs with Spinach Recipe

Pesto Pasta with Crushed tomatoes, Cantaloupe

Curry Chicken, Rice, Cucumber/Tomato Salad 

Black Bean Burritos 

Fish Fillets, Green Salad, Corn

BLT Sandwiches, Cantaloupe, Cucumber/Tomato Salad 

And duh, LEFT OVERS!! 



Chocolate Banana Bread 

Double Chocolate Banana Bread

Hard Boiled Eggs

Apple Slices and Peanut Butter

Pretzels and cheese

Dried Fruit Trail Mix

Apple Cinnamon Muffins

The Energy balls


Bike Riding

I went biking with some women at my church and it was amazing. I haven’t ridden a bike in almost forever and I forgot how much fun it is! The ride in general was tough and long for a prego lady but beautiful with really rewarding conversations. I’m so glad I went! It began in Krakow and we took our bikes alongside the Wisla River climbing over hills and through a beautiful green valley to a monastery tucked in the hills surrounding Krakow.  I must say I was nervous almost the whole time as the sky was filled with dark clouds and…we were on bikes. I brought an umbrella but I can’t really hold it and bike. So I prayed, and prayed and prayed. lol Turned out it never rained but kept the temps cooler which was great for the ride.


We passed some man-made white water rapid courses that totally excited me and I really want to try those when it’s hotter.


The monastery was beautiful and we were lucky enough to see a couple getting married there. Great coffee but even better apple cake. Oh man. Why didn’t I take a picture of that?! But like I said earlier, the most fruitful and enjoyable time was talking along the path with other women, getting to know them and start friendships. So happy I went and had this adventure!

Children’s Day


Here in Poland, they celebreate Children’s Day on June 1sr. What a great day! You can see kids walking through town carrying a balloon or some random toy. Emma actually get a large bag of chocolates for free at the restaurant we went to eat at! That bag has since disappeared…


The highlight of the day for Emma was getting her face painted and getting an ice cream, Elena was content with wearing matching shirts. She’s become obsessed with wanting to look like Emma. Which is OK with Emma right now…we’ll see in the coming months. Right now I’ve got to go find a couple new t-shirts that match. 🙂 But I must admit it’s super fun for me. Sorta a dream having your girls want to match all the time.


I’m happy to say that Emma will be joining a cooking group here and it starts Saturday. Since she loves to cook and this would be a great opportunity to meet other kids her age I’m really excited about it for her! Hopefully a couple Polish friendships will sprout out of these meetings. Yes, I’ll take pictures. 🙂

Apple Cinnamon Muffins

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 This was taken with my phone so sorry for the blurriness. But baking something in the new kitchen oven (which was super intimidating using Celsius plus not understanding any of the buttons on the oven) really helped make our place feel and smell like home. I used my mom’s recipe and tweeked the filling adding a little extra cinnamon and guessing on the amount of apples. Turned out great!

I don’t know what it is about mixing batters by hand but it’s so therapeutic! Maybe it’s because I can get creative again in the kitchen. Oh well, doesn’t matter. It made me happy and Travis loved them. That’s all that matters. 🙂 Hope you enjoy the recipe!


Apple Cinnamon Muffins


Tram ride home

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 This was taken on a tram after a fun lunch with some friends who live in Hungry and are visiting Krakow. Being able to be with great company and have great pizza was a gift! Loved hanging out with them! This picture was on our way home- Emma was tuckered out and I loved our snuggles.

Meal Plan

Starting this up again as we try to get into our grove of life here. I feel so lucky to be living in a country that has baking powder, baking soda, maggi, teriyaki sauce and tortillas. Such little luxuries that I would have really missed. Let me know if you have any great family approved recipes! I’d love to try them out!

Monday: Roasted Chicken, Roasted Cauliflower and Capri Salad

Tuesday: Cold Mexican Salad (Black beans, Tomatoes, Red Onions, Corn, Rice, Shredded Chicken, Salsa and fresh cilantro) top onto green salad or make into lettuce wraps.

Wednesday: Pierogi (meat), Homemade Potato Salad, Sliced Apples

Thursday: Pork Pot (Pork chops, apples, yellow onion sprinkled with cinnamon)

Left over night!

Saturday: Tacos

Sunday: Frozen Pizza

Monday: Teriyaki Chicken and White Rice

Tuesday: Fajitas

Wednesday: Grilled Tuna Sandwiches, French Fries and Baked Cinnamon Apple with currant/granola

Thursday: Frozen food night! Lasagna for adults and fish sticks for kiddos

Left over night!

Saturday: Beef Enchiladas

Sunday: Teriyaki baked chicken thighs with pineapple and sticky rice

Monday: Spaghetti, crunchy bread and salad

Tuesday: BBQ Kielbasa, baked potato, veggie of some kind

Yesterday my heart broke. My family was waiting at a tram station on our way home, and a homeless man who obviously had too much to drink was staggering around waiting for a bus. He was saying ‘Hi” to everyone but nothing more. As he was waiting he was unaware he was standing in the middle of a street. Well, needless to say he stopped traffic and cars were honking so he would move which he was…very slowly.

The first car drives by slowly but the man in the second car gets out. Yelling at him, grabbing him by the shirt and dragging him the other way to the side walk. He was being so rough with the man that the homeless man staggered and fell over on the side walk, hard. But that wasn’t enough for the man from the car. He reached down, grabbed the man again and DRAGGED him another 10 ft. and began screaming in his face. All the while his car door is open and still stopping traffic. I honestly hope the man was too drunk to remember the encounter.  I could tell that everyone waiting for a buss/tram, EVERYONE, was watching and became alarmed at the extreme actions of this random stranger to the homeless drunk. I honestly thought he would start beating him- he was so angry and seemed out of control.

But here’s the deal. They were two strangers. How could one get so angry and almost out of control with a stranger immediately?! What had happened earlier that must have angered the man? Because the homeless man did nothing to the other. And the thought that keeps going through my mind is- the homeless man is a fellow human being. How could one come so close to hurting another for no reason? My heart tore at the whole scene.

But I wasn’t standing there alone- my kids were with me. Mainly Emma who has a specific and sensitive heart towards the homeless. I chose to not let her see the violence that one man was giving to another who couldn’t protect themselves. As she gets older yes, but not at 6 yrs old.

Anyways, that’s it. The man in the car got done saying whatever felt the need to scream and got back into his COMPANY car with logos on the side and drove away. The drunk man got up slowly and walked back to the bus station and got on the next bus. Completely unaware of the shift in my heart that occurred watching the confrontation between the stranger in the car and himself.

There’s just something that gets me all riled up when I see or hear about someone taking advantage of a weaker person. If they are unable to protect themselves, even if they are a homeless drunk, I have an instinct that screams that they should be given respect. We don’t know the man’s life story and therefore have no right to judge him.

And honestly, I have to remind and force myself to not judge the man in the car for his actions. Two worlds collided in the street yesterday, and I don’t know the back story to either not that I think it would justify such actions. There must be a wound or something in his heart that propelled him to act as he did. We’re all wounded somewhere because of something. Sigh, life.


Just some thoughts to help me process.  Hope you have a good day.

Why I fed my children plastic hot dogs…

Yeah, I know. You read the title and you’re like, ‘what?!’ But Travis still laughs at me and I shake my head in shame because of my actions but in my defense they were completely innocent.

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You have to first understand that as part of a breakfast here, you can see thin sausages/hot dogs. Well, being in Poland, you can imagine the many kinds of kielbasa (sausage in Polish) they have here. Many. That huge selection includes breakfast kielbasa. I personally love them and got excited to buy some…but which ones? They all looked the same. So, like anyone  else who can’t read labels…I bought the one with the nicest looking packaging. Because they care the most about their product. 

You can hear it coming right? Yeah, just wait…

So I make these babies and I’m all excited. Travis didn’t want any because he’s weird. And I’m thinking, more for me! But I have to be a good mommy and feed my children first before myself. So I begin cutting them into safe bites and thinking , ‘Man, these are horrible! They’re not easy to cut at all!’ But I do it because I love my children and don’t want them to choke, and serve it. Emma, who is cautious with new foods, loves them and askes for seconds. That’s my girl I think. Elena however didn’t really like them. So while they’re eating I get one for me and try to cut it. Yeah- TRY. Because it didn’t want to cut! What?! 

‘Oh no,’ I think ‘I hope I didn’t buy….no, I’m sure these are right….’

Chomp, chomp, chomp……chew chew chew…..not breaking down in my mouth.

I can’t stand it anymore and explode at Travis complaining about how horrible these sausages are and how I’m afraid I bought the kind with a thin (yet incredibly strong) plastic coating. Yes,that’s right.

The kind I’m suppose to peel off BEFORE serving my growing hungry children. Travis starts laughing and I feel horrible and mad- the packaging promised me perfect saussages…. and partly disgusted because Emma wanted seconds.

So have I learned my lesson? Nope, not really. As I write this I can’t remember how the packaging looked but I’m going to rely heavily on Google Translate. That beautiful app. 

So there you go. Hope you had a good laugh at my expense and have a great rest of your day knowing you didn’t feed your children plastic sausages for breakfast. 


Papa for now!