Do you remember when I shared my recipe for Peanut Butter Snack Bite Delights? They’ve become our go-to recipe for a quick dessert after a busy day of school and work and baseball/basketball/rugby. Super easy, and super tasty.

Peanut Butter Snack Bite Delights

If you want another great snack bite recipe, make these Crunchy Peanut Butter Snack Bites with Chia.

 

INGREDIENTS

1/2 cup Kraft All Natural Peanut Butter
1/4 cup honey
1 cup large flake rolled oats
3/4 cup chopped cashews
1/4 cup chia seeds

DIRECTIONS

Mix peanut butter and honey in medium bowl until blended. Stir in remaining ingredients.

Refrigerate 30 min.

Roll into 20 (1-inch) balls, using about 2 Tbsp. for each.

BB Bite Chia

May I also suggest that you check out my Pinterest board for different Peanut Butter Snack Bites recipes? You won’t be disappointed. I promise.

There are so many easy and tasty recipes on Pinterest that I haven’t pinned, but you’ll want to check them out.

Congratulations to the 4 winners from the Make It Yours contest!

o Maria Medeiros
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o Rebecca Hart
o Shanaz Allia

Visit sheblogs Canada to see the Make It Yours photo contest entries and see more great entries.

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Although this post has been generously sponsored by Kraft Canada, the opinions and language are my own, and in no way do they reflect Kraft Canada.

As of May 20th, 2015, we’ve been married for fifteen years. FIFTEEN YEARS. We’ve been together for 15 and a half years. When you know, you know. You know? I will write a deeper post when time allows, but for now I’ll repost a previous anniversary post. I get to be married to the most amazing man and I am thankful every day that he is the one to walk alongside me, guide me, and make me laugh out loud until tears run down my face.

The post rings true today.

***

Thirteen years ago today, I walked down the aisle towards Matthew and never looked back.

It all started with family and friends around as I got my hair did and my makeup done. Soon it was time to head to the church.

Me and Mel

Me and my Daddy.

Me and Daddy

I think I know which parent I look like.

Off we went.

Leaving

I got into the white SUV we had rented.

Ready to go

This is one of my most favorite photos of myself. Ever.

While I was busy being a Princess, a certain young lad named Matthew was getting ready. If you look at the photos alone, it would appear that I married a twelve-year-old. (Though we both remain twelve at heart.)

Baby Honey

That would be the artist currently known as Honey.

In the meantime, I arrived at the church. Thanks to my Dad/Chauffeur/Bodyguard/Secret Service Agent.

Dad and I

I made it to the church on time.

I walked up the aisle to a teary Matthew. I whispered that he was not allowed to cry or I would be a weepy mess. We both sucked it up, sniffling and red-eyed.

Next thing I knew, we got to make out in front of everyone.

You may kiss…

We were announced as Mr. and Mrs. Dykstra.

Man and Wife

We had a bunch of photos taken by the “Professional Photographer”, most of which I dislike. This one is not so bad.

In the park

We then went to the reception and had a lovely dinner.

Us

We cut cake. I thought that the crowd might like a sneak peek.

Cake!

Keeping it classy, per usual.

Then the dip happened.

Mmmm…Kissing

Thirteen years later and we’re still going strong. We’ve weathered storms and celebrated victories and cemented the commitment that we made on that cloudy Saturday. If you’d told me that we’d be sitting here with three kids, two dogs, two cats, and one hundred chickens, I’d have raised an eyebrow. If you’d told me that I’d be a pastor’s wife, I would have laughed until I wept. Yet here we are, and it’s one thousand times better than anything I could have dreamed up on my own.

Happy anniversary, Honey. Here’s to forever.

14 Years!

Moving

Our house sale closes on May 28th. 10 days from now. 10 DAYS FROM NOW. I don’t have time to write about it, but I do because I need ten minutes to drain my brain before I go to bed so that I don’t wake up in the night thinking about everything I need to do and end up not being able to sleep. Let’s make a short list, shall we?

I’m extremely busy with work. This means that I spend a lot of time working while Matthew is purging and packing and my guilt-level is pretty high because I should be doing more.

We have 3,000 square feet of house and 14 years of stuff. The purging has been great and I love how we’ve been hard-handed with what stays and what goes.

We still have no home to move into, though we do have places to stay. This is awesome, but I’d like a home. I want to unpack the things that escaped The Great Purge of 2015 and find a place for them.

I caught up on work today and was able to be a part of the team of family that came here to start loading our moving container. When the container arrived I thought that there was no way we’d fit everything in, but two hours of loading and stacking (Tetris-style) and our staging area is empty. There’s merely a dent in the space of the container.

We can do this, and we will do this, but the next 10 days are going to be sketchy. Keep us in your prayers and thoughts, if you could.

I’ve written numerous times about being a ‘big girl’ growing up. I have a ‘large frame’ (My Doctor told me that many women claim to have a large frame, but that my claim is legit) and I have a metabolism that runs at the pace of a snail having a nap and then deciding to hibernate for winter. I come from genes that build muscle when working out, so running and going to the gym make me bigger than I would be if I sat around doing nothing. The upside is that I can move furniture around and haul heavy boxes. The downside is that when I wear jean shorts and a tank top, I look like a while Hulk. I just hope I don’t find myself naked in a pile of rubble.

Miss Emily has my looks and my genes and my build. Athletics don’t come naturally to her either, but this year has seen her being sporty anyway. She decided to play baseball and continues to rock it. She’s part of the school ‘marathon’ and because of that daily training, she ran in her first school district-wide run yesterday.

She didn’t place in the top ten, just like her mother never places in the top ten. She was excited to run, she gave it her all, and she crossed the finish line with a beaming smile.

Finish line!

That’s what it’s all about.

Pitcher!

As you all know, we sold our house! The buyers get possession on May 28th! That’s…24 days from now. My anxiety has flared up, because 24 days to pack up a 3,000 square foot house on top of working and kids and activities and life is overwhelming. And exhausting. And crazy making. And nausea inducing.

I’m living ‘one day at a time’, because if I look beyond tomorrow I throw will my hands in the air, grab a bag of Doritos, and fall into a rabbit hole of Netflix. This is not an option, so I sit down each morning and write a list of what needs to be done that day. I base it on what will actually be able to be done that day, lest I have a list for the day with items that are not crossed off. I’m avoiding the Doritos/Netflix spiral by keeping my expectations low.

We’ve made a huge dent since last Tuesday. There have been many trips to the dump to drop off recycling (wood and glass and what not). I purged our closets and dropped off three bags of clothes and shoes at our local thrift store. (Cute stuff, locals! I just didn’t wear them for six months, so they got kicked out.) Shelves are being emptied, and the walls are becoming bare as framed photos are tucked away. My next project is to tackle our pantry and cupboards and bring a load of goods to our Food Bank. This first big push to purge and pack has made me think that we will be able to get everything done on time. By “we”, I mean Matthew, because he’s doing the bulk of the work while I meet deadlines and shuttle the kids around to activities.

Speaking of activities, Nathan and Emily both had baseball games this past weekend. It was the first time watching them play in a game, and my Mama’s heart almost burst. Emily is a powerhouse and when she connects with the ball, it’s GONE. Nathan masters every sport he plays and he got a chance to pitch during the game. His form was amazing and he struck out two batters. They’re both loving it, and we’re juggling everything to support them in their love of sport. Graham has his end-of-season rugby tournament tomorrow, which is exciting! And not just because it will be one less activity to schedule. He loves rugby and has a gift for the game.

If you’re the praying kind, or happy-thought kind, we could definitely use anything you can send our way. Trying to complete work and pack up our house has us pulling some pretty long days. Where we’re going (permanently) is still an unknown and all of it all has me on edge. Matthew’s also doing school on top of work and that’s nothing small. I feel like we’re going to be squeezed through this time of transition and bloom on the other side, but we need some help to get through this tight part.

Swing!

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