Tuesday, February 26, 2013

holy work that matters.

Does it ever seem like each day feels the same?  Wake up, cook breakfast, change diapers, dress babies, insist brushing teeth is the most fun ever, put the baby down for a nap, begin laundry, wash dishes, oversee paint/Play Doh/marker time, change laundry, prepare lunch, do dishes, play, laundry, play, laundry, naps, laundry, dinner prep, try to convince everyone dinner is the best thing ever so they actually eat, say no to snacks, clean dishes, pick up toys, supervise baths, put kids to bed.  


Days are usually this.  Especially in these winter months when it's too cold to leave and go some place or even just outside and let a little sunshine break up the monotony.  And simple things like chores and laundry or a clean floor last seconds before you're ushered back to do it all again while you hear the same little kid show playing in the background and you're so sick of Pablo and all his Backyard buddies for crying out loud!

These are the little years.  The days seem so long but they pass quickly and the years are short.  They're filled with works - lots of work - and sometimes the monotonous work stands out more than the other work.  The raising up humans work.


And in between the chores and the discipline and the nourishing you forget about the day's victories.  The 16-month old who is walking around the place about 70% of the time who couldn't do that 3 weeks ago.  The 2.5 year old who's talking to you about EVERYTHING and asking questions and seeking answers.  The bond forged between brothers daily and the moments they slip away from your site (probably whilst your doing laundry again) and you hear them just cackling away in their bedroom.

This is the Mom stuff.  It's good stuff.  I've read a lot lately about how it's holy stuff these moments of monotony and glory and working with our hands.  These moments we spend wringing out the dish towel and wrapping our arms around a crying little one to hold them as we did when they were small.  These moments we spend folding the small socks and the moments we spend counting toes and teaching... it's all holy.  It's all important.  Every day matters and every day no matter how you are feeling in regards to "I. CAN'T. DO. THIS. SAME. THING. ONE. MORE. DAY." you can and you love it and I know that because I can and love it too.  I agree.  It's holy.  And it's holy because it matters.  We matter.  You matter.  I matter.  This, the raising of our little people, is everything.


*Linked up for Just Write.

Friday, February 22, 2013

What Mama Did: the adventures

This week I've loved reading along on the Gypsy Mama's website as lovely bloggers (including one of my favorites, Sarah Bessey) have shared "What Mama Did."  It's had me thinking all week about my own Mom and my childhood and I'm happy Lisa-Jo has extended her torch to the rest of us bloggers to take 5 minutes to write what our own Mama did in our own little space.  Ready, set, go...


My Mom took us on adventures.  In the summer or during spring break or maybe even on a day we felt a little like we had a stomach bug (but not really) and we had adventures.  She had an old book my Grandpa gave her full of the ghost towns in Oklahoma and we made an effort to hunt out those towns and explore broken down homes and school houses.  Oftentimes, my Grandparents went with us and we lunched in old museums or a restored home or by lakes and then there were gift shops and someone would buy me something special like Indian moccasins or a fringed "Indian" purse which left me feeling a little more adventurous.  And then we'd head off back on the Oklahoma roads to our destination.  Sometimes the houses would be too broken down to explore and we'd drive on... Then we might discover an old park or a lake with a rope swing over the water.  But when they weren't too broken down we'd go in and see glass bottles and broken windows and walls old and crumbling holding onto the last breaths of the families long gone from those homes.  It felt magical and scary and it made me feel like I was a part of something big and great.

...And sometimes, the adventures were simple.  We weren't loading up in the car and winding down the Oklahoma roads we were just in the kitchen and I was writing a book about Barney and she was helping.  Or I was painting a shirt or KEDs with 3D fabric paint and thinking I was so awesome and she was so awesome because this is how we spent an afternoon.

And there was always a cookie jar full of Oreos.  That was glorious.

And my childhood felt magical and full and intentional and adventurous and happy and complete.  Thanks, Mom.

Tuesday, February 19, 2013

Quick & Easy Semi-Homemade Spaghetti Sauce

Sunday night in our house was brought to you by spaghetti and meatballs.  J scraped his elbow for the first time on a walk home from the park and I needed toddler comfort food/something easily prepared since my kids were melting down on me.  So, naturally, I chose that high pressure must-cook-dinner-fast-NOW to think up a new little recipe for spaghetti sauce.  I spent the 20 minutes the dinner was cooking hoping and praying it would be delicious and my children would eat and my husband who is an avid spaghetti hater would like it and guess what?  It was awesome.  Josh loved it, J loved it, and E just ate meatballs and threw his broccoli on the ground. So there's that disclaimer.  If your palette is like E's, you may not like it.

Quick & Easy Semi-Homemade Spaghetti Sauce

Ingredients:
2 14oz cans tomato sauce
1 Tbs parsley
1 Tbs basil
1 tsp oregano
1 tsp garlic powder
1 tsp olive oil
1 bay leaf
1/4 cup mozzarella (optional!)
1  Tbs Parmesan (optional!)

Combine all your ingredients except the cheeses in a sauce pan and let it all come to a boil over medium heat.  Once your sauce is bubbling and making a mess in your kitchen (WHY does only tomato sauce do this?!) and then turn it down to a simple simmer.  Let it simmer about 20 minutes (this was easily done while my spaghetti cooked on the stove and meatballs cooked in the oven).  In the last few minutes before serving toss in cheese and stir so it doesn't get clumpy.

And that's it!  I dumped this sauce over our noodles (half a box).  We like our spaghetti super saucy so I'd say it'd serve 4-6 depending on how saucy you like it.  Also, if you're interested, I did NOT figure up the points on this, but I called it 1 point.  The only real point contribution comes from the cheeses so if you omit them, call it 0!

Enjoy! :)

Saturday, February 16, 2013

Dancing in the Minefields (The Scare of our Lives)

Just as it goes in any John Hughes film, my husband and I have found at any time in our lives - and especially in our relationship - we are living in a soundtrack blasting our current favorites and anthems if not audibly at least in our minds.  I can look back on our life together and every season and pinpoint which band and album resonated the deepest and was played over and over within us and what was happening.

There was "Do You Feel" by The Rocket Summer in the beginning along with "Singularity" by Mae.  And then there was "Love Like This" by Summerset and "Underdog Alma Mater" by Forever the Sickest Kids.  And of course there was EastMountainSouth's title album and "Time Without Consequence" by Alexi Murdoch and a lacing of James Taylor all throughout.  More recently there was "Aim and Ignite" by fun and Say Anything's title track and anything by Rosie Thomas including our wedding song "Guess it May" which reminds me of listening to Angels and Airwaves on repeat and driving to Dallas to see them live.  And through the years there have been mixes exchanged and single, memorable songs.

The most memorable song to me has been "Dancing in the Minefields" by Andrew Peterson.  Our oldest, J, was born August 7, 2010.  The night I went into labor we ordered a pizza, watched Hot Tub Time Machine (I will ALWAYS remember that movie now thanks to the events that followed) and in the midst of it all we sat at the table and talked and Josh showed me the "Dancing in the Minefields" video and I cried because even though we hadn't been married quite two years yet, I got it.  Marriage is hard and marriage is great and equating that to dancing in the minefield and sailing in the storms? Brilliant!  Well done, Mr. Peterson.

And then parenthood was upon us and no matter how prepared we were, we really weren't prepared at all.  That's just how it goes.  Not sleeping was expected.  A colicky baby who wouldn't sleep anywhere but on Mama's chest and was lactose intolerant was not.  And it was a hard season.  The first three months felt like surviving and although it was always great it was a challenge and we were tired and we were changing and it was really, really hard.  And then on a particularly hard day I just knew I was pregnant so I tested and I was!  J was 5 months old.  The emotions were intense.  An extreme sense of thankfulness and joy because as hard as babies are, they're amazing and fun and growing our family was (and still is) incredible! BUT we had a 5 month old! He'd be 14 months when this new one was born.  Is that fair?  Would he be totally neglected?  Was I capable of loving two babies SO much?  I was fearful and guilty a lot of my pregnancy but of course as soon as that sweet baby E was placed in my arms I realized love didn't have to be divided between my sons, but my heart was just growing to give enough love to them both.

...And of course it was hard.  It was like repeating the previous year.  Sleepless nights.  A thousand diaper changes.  Baby food. Sitting up.  Less sleep.  Solids.  Crawling.  Everything in the mouth.  Standing... We had literally just done it all and we did it all again and we were tired.

And parenting will never get easier.  It will get harder.  A thousand diaper changes are exchanged for a season in the terrible twos which is exchanged for a preschooler's independence which is exchanged for homework which is exchanged for puberty which is exchanged for the teenage years and it's over.  And it's messy and it's exhausting and it's so absolutely wonderful all at the same time.  And in it I am thankful to have Josh.  To be partners in parenting even when it's hard.  And to be partners in parenting when it's incredible good.

And in parenting we are dancing in the minefields and sailing in the storms every single day.

This last weekend we had the scare of our lives.  After a week of tests and questions we think what happened is this: Josh took 3 doses of an advanced Mucinex medicine and woke up at 3:30am Sunday morning dizzy.  He passed out in our bathroom which I immediately heard and reacted to and he was unconscious 3 terrifying minutes.  EMSA came and hooked my pale, disoriented husband up to machines with tons of wires and  declared his heart rate was in the 180s - the rate of a 70 year old man.  They told us he was in AFib, gave him medicine to bring his heart rate down and I took my first ambulance ride.  The medicine never took his heart to a normal rate (in fact in started elevating again in the ambulance) so at the ER I listened to the Doctor suggest they sedate him and shock him to regularize his heart which is 100% effective and not that risky, but still scary.  And I watched him sign a consent to shock him and sign my name to make all the medical decisions if he could not and was asked to leave until they were finished.  The 5 minutes I spent in the waiting room I let it all sink in.  How I felt finding him.  What it was like to say my husband's name and for him to not respond or move.  How I was horrified I was losing him.  How I didn't understand what happened or why or when I'd know if it was ever going to happen again.

We made it home five hours after the episode and my parents graciously took our children to their home so we could rest.  We laid on the couch randomly watching music videos and "Dancing in the Minefield" by Andrew Peterson came on.  And I cried and cried and cried because parenthood as a minefield made sense; it is a difficult thing, but nothing could compare to the minefield that is an emergency and the unknown and the fear of loss.  In that moment I felt like I could see forever.  I could see us old and grey and wrinkled and worn and the lines on our faces would represent the babies and the financial stresses and the time J had stitches and when E was late to walk and the countless other times we worried for them and other babies forthcoming and that night and any other night or scare.  And as I considered that - the things we'd go through to get to the end - I really fell more in love with the idea of a dance.  Because in a dance, you remain touching and close and intimate and as hard as parenting is or AFib was and anything else might be, through it all we remain close and for that reason we remain strong.  That is how I always want it to be.  Dancing.  No matter how hard the thing is, we do not give up.  We do NOT let go.  Never let go.

So let's go dancing in the minefield.  Let's go sailing in the storm.  Oh this is harder than we dreamed but that's what the promise is for.  That's what the promise is for.

'Cause we bear the light of the Son of Man
So there's nothing left to fear
So I'll walk with you in the shadowlands
Till the shadows disappear

'Cause He promised not to leave us
And His promises are true
So in the face of all this chaos, baby,
I can dance with you

P.S. You can watch the video for "Dancing in the Minefield" HERE.

Friday, February 8, 2013

Six Tips for Mamas Wanting to Stay Home

These last couple of years as I've embraced the life of a stay-at-home-Mom (or as I like to call it, as a "homemaker"), I've had several friends ask me how I do it.  In some cases they mean, "How do you just take care of little people all day-- that sounds so boring!" but in MOST cases they mean, "How do you afford it?"  I love talking to friends about staying home.  I know the majority of women who are Mamas and working would rather be staying home with their children and from the bottom of my heart I wish EVERY woman had that option.  But for those of you who are thinking about it or wondering, this post is dedicated to you! I feel like so much of my information is obvious, but when I think back to things Josh and I have done right and wrong to financial prepare for this I can pinpoint smart and stupid financial decisions so maybe it just seems obvious because hindsight is 20/20.  ;)


So here we go (but before we do, I want you to know this post is long and wordy so I included some side shots of cute little fellas and some random shots of food/drink to break it up. So sorry for the randomness)...

ONE ----> Plan ahead (if possible).
Not everyone will have this option, but if you're just getting married or haven't started a family or laying down routes and you and your husband both want you staying home with kids to be your future start by making major financial decisions based SOLELY on your spouses income.  If this is possible, this is really my best advice.  Josh and I knew early on we wanted to start a family fairly quickly (our first baby was born 9 days before our 2 year wedding anniversary) and that when that happened we wanted me to be home with our kids.  So, for example, when we went to buy our house and attain a mortgage we sat down and added up all our bills and a few new bills we knew we'd acquire with a house payment and then calculated what we could afford as a monthly house payment based only on that information.  We were approved for much more than we spent and when we bought our house we made more money combined because we both worked, but knowing there was a time coming we wouldn't have that second check we didn't want to put ourselves in a bind where paying a mortgage depended on two checks or by assuming Josh would make more money by a certain time.  We've applied this same principle to buying a car or any other major purchase along the way.  We definitely missed my pay check when it went away, but because it was never factored into any of our expenses (bills, living costs, etc), we were able to slide into the one paycheck thing pretty gracefully.


TWO ----> Always be aware of your finances.
This has been hard to learn, but over the years of my staying home (3 years in April, actually), I've had to sit down with pen and paper (or an Excel spreadsheet) and just track.  Where is our money going?  How much did we spend on groceries last month?  Gas?  Until we figured out how to properly budget we needed to track what we spent.  If we budgeted $80 a week for groceries but were spending $130 a week for groceries, that's a serious problem and it takes monitoring to get back on top of things.  Monitoring your finances also alerts you to spending habits you may not find important if you're trying to change your lifestyle and stay home.  You may notice you spend $20 a month on Starbucks and $85 a month on cable and $200 a month eating out and going to movies and that money could be the difference between you working and you staying home, which brings me to...


THREE ----> Find your priorities. 
When I was pregnant with our second child, we sold my car.  I figured I wouldn't want to take two boys 14 months apart out much anyway and the situation to sell was really beneficial to us.  We spent the next year focusing on paying off Josh's car and sharing when we needed to.  It was really, really, really hard to not have a car every day (particularly because Josh works 30 minutes away from home so taking him/picking him up from work with two tiny babies was super inconvenient) and there were SO many times I wanted to just take a second car payment but that would have been so much strain and just not smart.  We stuck with the plan and last summer after much waiting we purchased me a car that's newer than Josh's but used and has lower payments than his did.  It would have been better to wait and pay cash for that car, but waiting until we had just one car we were paying on seemed smart too.  And now I'm SO thankful to have a car and be able to take the kids to the park or the grocery store.  Along the way we've also eliminated cable twice.  Once to save money on our checks and now to apply to saving for our annual Disney World trip.  That $95 we were paying each month really adds up and during one season it was money we needed back and in this season it's our ticket to going to our favorite place and enjoying a great family vacation!  I've also cut back personally on getting my hair colored, we dropped our gym memberships and dusted off the 'ole treadmill, and we save up money for big purchases.  Our first financial priority is ensuring I can remain staying home with our boys so each decision we make thereafter is centered on that decision.


FOUR ----> BUDGET & stick to it!
This is so important and something we haven't always done.  After studying our spending habits we were able to make a budget.  After trying many systems of managing money within a budget we've found the cash "envelope" system works best for us.  Basically what we do is assign an amount of money for the week to different categories (ex. groceries, eating out, boys' needs, etc) and then put that amount of money in an envelope.  I put receipts in an old pickle jar and write down what I've spent since cash isn't as easily tracked.  Before we did this I hated not knowing where my money went especially when I thought I should have more than I did! For us, cash is just the most tangible.  Even sliding a check card makes money feel magical and endless when it's definitely NOT but when I have cash and I see I have one $10 bill left behind the $20 I pull out to pay for dinner, I know "OK, BE careful!"

FIVE ----> Be involved in finances together.
I've always handled our money mostly because I've always had more time.  When I worked I was an office assistant and later a customer service representative and that just left me with idle time and obsessive compulsive spreadsheet making.  And time to actually log on and pay bills.  Then babies came and I had to find a new system to track (I've simplified and gone back to 1992 with a pen and notebook now) spending, write budgets, and I still use the computer to pay bills (because hello, it's 2013).  For a long time I was usually aware of finances but Josh wasn't.  And then sometimes I wasn't.  And after a weekend of buying lots of groceries and eating out a few meals I'd be all "OH crap! Lockdown!" and apparently that's pretty stressful for the other person (ha!) and he hated not knowing.  So we switched and he did it and I hated not knowing especially when he was all, "OH crap!"  SO.  Now, we have budget meetings.  I know it sounds so dorky, but when you stay home it's kind of a fun thing because you feel fancy and important.  Every two weeks we make hot tea and sit at the kitchen table each with our respective notebooks and pens.  I prepare ahead of time so I know how much bills are, what the month's upcoming expenses are (because I like to forecast the whole month not just two weeks) and what cash we need to pull.  Then he copies my work into his notebook and we discuss where our money went last paycheck and what we could do better or "high five we dominated that paycheck! holla!"  And then his eyes glaze over and I'm all "Ok, let's go over our menu plan now and tell me if you like this..."  ;)


SIX ----> Find a way to contribute.
If you're not a stay-at-home-Mom, you may not know this but those of us who stay home have days were we feel awful for what we do.  We don't feel bad for staying home and what's accomplished in a day (teaching our kids, changing their diapers, playing, cleaning, cooking, budgeting, planning, enriching...), no.  We feel bad when our husbands come home from work tired and drained and stressed  because a tire has low tread and we need to start budgeting for that and planning and we just wish we could help.  We feel like we owe it to the family to go grab a night shift at Wal Mart and throw $100 in the pot each week because just $100 is a new tire and maybe that stress will go away.  At least I think we ALL feel that way.  I do.  Every few months we have conversations where I say I should get a job working a few nights a week.  And then we discuss how horrible that would be on our marriage and how it's not necessary because life is great.  And then I decide I need to sell Scentsy because that seems profitable! ...And then I'm reminded that we may invest in the product only to be party less and if I did have parties every Saturday that's Saturdays away from the family when we have our time together.  And then I wonder if I should offer to nanny but feel like it'd be hard to divide my attention 3 ways and I'd obviously treat the nannied kid different than my kids... And so it goes.  The endless cycle of guilt.  But do you know what helps me?  Finding OTHER ways to contribute.


For example, I coupon!  Couponing takes me a lot of time but it saves on our grocery bills and and has reduced our grocery budget a lot.  And when I have to buy things without coupons like produce or meat I look for good deals and plan my days/outings with the kids to go pick it up.  And I cook dinner on (most) of the nights I'd rather order pizza because even if a large pizza feeds us and is $6.50 we have all the stuff here for breakfast for dinner and that will cost nothing.  And that stress I notice from my husband?  I try to help eliminate extra stressors.  Our kids are the WORST at bedtime.  They want to stay awake for an hour just sitting in bed.  So at least a few times a week I try to offer to put the kids to bed sans my husband's help because from the moment he's home he's showered with attention and needs from the kids and he hasn't had any time to relax yet.  And I try to keep the house tidy (except when I'm sick and it's not) and encourage J to help me pick up his toys off the living room floor so it's not a pit when his Dad gets home.  I cut my family's hair.  I learned to cut Josh's when we were dating and have his down but now I'm learning the boys' hair.  Their hair may not look perfect yet, but I'll have it soon and with every Saturday spent cutting hair I'm saving $50+. So those are just a few ideas of what I do.  Some save money, some save on stress, but both seem to help keep me from feelings of "not doing enough."  There are TONS of women who can nanny to stay home and LOVE it.  There are tons of women who have a thousand friends and do great at Scentsy and it doesn't take them more than a few hours a week.  There are some women who work part time jobs outside of their husband's work schedule and it's seamless and the time away doesn't effect their marriage.  One of these options may work for you if you have to have extra income but maybe not the full pay check you bring in now as a working Mom.  Maybe you could clean houses?  Or type papers for college/MBA students who are working (is that a real thing or am I in 1992 again?)?


To close, I want to tell you what I tell my friends... If you want to stay home, I want that for you! If you believe it's your life's calling, do it!  Have a meeting with your spouse.  Do your work.  Look at how you spend, your bills, how to save, how much money you need.  Decide what's not important you could cut to get to stay home but have a simpler lifestyle or decide what kind of part time or side job would work for you!  Just try and see what happens.  When I was a toddler and my Mom was pregnant with my brother, she worked.  She cleaned houses and had a bank job and she left me with sweet older people who cared for me, but she didn't want that.  She wanted to stay home.  She approached my Dad who wanted the same and when they added their income they had just enough to pay bills off my Dad's paychecks -- no living expense or fun money, just bills.  But they believed that it was what was right for her and our family and they took a step of faith and just did it.  In the beginning my Dad worked more but as time when on and he promoted in the business world and even went on to own his own company it all worked out for them.  It wasn't easy at first and it was a hard transition, but it worked and they are so thankful they did it and I am too!  Having a stay at home Momma made me confident at a young age that was what I wanted to do and in turn I was able to plan ahead for this getting married.  :)

Do you stay home? What did you have to change in your life to do it? Cut cable? Sell a car? Are you hoping to stay home?  If so I hope you comment.  I'd love to pray for you!  And I very much hope any of this information helped you!

Tuesday, February 5, 2013

Not UNkind.

It doesn't feel like 2013 has been kind to us.  It seems like every week (or weekend!) we've had sick kids or we've been sick.  I hardly ever get sick (I'm the Mom-- the Mom is supposed to stay well all the time because the Mom takes care of it all all the time), but in the last month I've been sick twice.  The blow was crushing this last weekend when my husband complained Friday morning of feeling awful and I wasn't feeling well myself by day's end.  We had so many fun plans for the weekend-- literally the first weekend of the entire year we weren't a family of sickies or a family resting/recovering from being sick the previous week.  I was mad.  And disappointed.  Mostly very disappointed.

And how hard is it to Mother gently when you're sick?  Your patience is thin so the small things become huge and you hear yourself using all your strength to yell and you feel badly because you're not the Mom you want to be, but you also just feel bad for yourself because maybe just once you could have yourself to take care of instead of settling onto the couch only to be informed of a diaper needing changing, a robot you need to help build, a snack needed, a drink requested, pleas to go outside...

And I sit there on the couch while I'm being screeched at and this and that is demanded of me and I think about how hard this is and how I hate it and I swear up and down as soon as I'm better we're going out; we're doing fun things!  And then I remember how we're limited in the fun thing because of the 15 month old's inability to walk which harkens me back to the physical therapy appointment Friday and how emotional and hard is was and I think again how unkind 2013 has been.


But that's not true.  It hasn't been unkind.  It's actually been a year rich in blessings in only the short time we've spent in this new calendar.  We've had needs and wants and seen them met.  Our blessings have been multiplied.  Our God has provided.  Despite being sick we've stayed relatively healthy.  Our son who cannot walk has already shown so much improvement in his exercising this week and hopefully by the end of this month's therapy he'll be discharged and walking just in time for the glorious spring weather and he'll be able to explore the park and the zoo and the backyard in a whole new way.

It's easy to get down when you think about all the bad things and the disappointments.  And when you're down, it's easy to feel really down and in the pits and yell at your kids because you're blue and bummed.  But if you (I, I, I...) focus on the positive and see the blessings and the good things and the hand of God in our lives then I see the bad isn't really that bad and all in all it's been one heck of a year.

--Linking up to "Just Write" today.

Saturday, February 2, 2013

Pinterest Review: Grandma's Country White Bread

Happy Saturday, my friends! We're all sick here... again! I was hoping the sickness would go away with January, but no.  The husband is down for the count.

Meanwhile, I've been a busy lady and have a pin review for you today!  I'm reviewing the recipe for "Grandma's Country White Bread" found HERE and seen all over Pinterest.

The finished product...


Folks, this bread is delicious.  Make it!  I made it Thursday night while my parents-in-law were here and my Mother-in-law and I each enjoyed a nice, warm, fresh-from-the-oven slice with butter. Oh my lanta.  GOOD.  I let the bread sit out awhile and cut a warm loaf (the recipe yields two loaves).  The cuts were weird and crazy and I could only get 8 (HUGE) slices out of the thing which created 4 point* slices.  Ew.  Not good when I'm used to spending 1 per slice!

I covered the other loaf with a towel and left it out all night.  In the morning I was able to slice it to 16 slices and they are 3 points* each, but 5 points* for 2.  Not great at all, but the bread is still pretty hearty and thick (I wish I could have sliced more slices, but it's tricky and I'm learning!).


Oh, hey cute bread making helper!  :)

A few tips...

-- Let the loaves sit out overnight to cool before slicing or you'll have funky slices.  This is seriously the most important tip of all.

-- When the bread rises in the bread pans, it'll take another hour so account for that (she didn't say how long this would take in her recipe).

-- For me, the baking took 30 minutes, not 25.  It probably could have gone another 3-5 minutes, but I was afraid of burnt/brown bread.

-- Next time, I'll be doing wheat.  Unbeknownst to me after 4.5 years of marriage, my husband loathes white bread so he didn't really enjoy it simply for that fact.

And one point...

Where can you buy cheap flour?  I bought a bag at Target of the recommended flour and it was $2.50.  It took me half the bag of flour (7 cups) to make the bread making the two loaves flour cost $1.25 IE $.75 per loaf.  This is still GREAT savings, but not $.39 per loaf with all ingredients factored in.  So if you know where to buy cheap flour, please tell me!

All in all, I LOVED this bread and even if it's still $1 a loaf, I'm still saving my family money, saving us from preservatives and chemicals, and it feels really stinking good to slice up some bread and say, "Here, I MADE this for YOU.  Enjoy your toast!"

*All Weight Watcher points configured by plugging the ingredients into the recipe builder on my etools on weightwatchers.com.