KONY 2012


World’s Best Chocolate Chip Cookies

Lately it seems that I can’t even think about baking without wanting to vomit. And.. my diet consists of only weird things like baby dill pickles and endless amounts of garlic mashed potatoes. But tonight I was finally blessed with a little relief from my pregnancy nausea! Naturally, I took full advantage of the opportunity and decided to make my hubs some chocolate chip cookies.

These things are to DIE for. Don’t let the 2 full sticks of butter scare you away. You need these.

I adapted this recipe from the Silk.com version. Thanks Sonja Hanson for turning me onto these!

1 cup salted butter
1/2 cup brown sugar
1/2 cup sugar
1/2 tsp. salt
2 1/4 cups whole wheat pastry flour
1 tsp. baking soda
12 oz. milk chocolate chips
1/4 cup almond (or soy) milk
1 teaspoon vanilla extract

Preheat the oven to 350°F.

Use an electric mixer to cream butter & sugars until light and fluffy. Slowly add milk, mix well, then add the vanilla. Combine the dry ingredients in a mixing bowl. Gradually add dry ingredients to the creamed mixture & stir to blend. Fold in chocolate chips.

Drop by rounded teaspoons on greased or parchment-lined cookie sheets. Bake in preheated oven for 8-10 minutes.

Note: We like to under-bake ours a little bit. Make sure to let them cool, and they will hold together in a ball of gooey, chocolatey goodness perfectly!

Proudly Introducing…

Another trip to the E.R.

Only 10 weeks into our pregnancy and things seem to get more eventful everyday!

At about 4:00 am the morning of the Trials I woke up and got sick. By the time Paul headed down to warm-up, I had gotten sick about 5 more times. Unfortunately at this point we had to make the call that I couldn’t go down and watch the race. I was SO bummed, because I had NEVER seen Paul race since we started dating. Not to mention it was his marathon debut! The next few hours were really hard, because I continued to get sick … but also full of blessings. Because I wasn’t out running around on the course, I had time to be in concentrated prayer for my husband, AND I quickly realized that I could see the start and finish from our hotel room window!

Near the end of the race our sweet friend, Jenny Elliott, came up to our room to check-in on me. This was another huge blessing because I got some great girl time, and she is a super awesome nurse! Paul called me on his way back to the hotel and I decided I was well enough to go down to the lobby and congratulate him with all of our friends and family. The first few minutes were fine, but things quickly headed south. I remember telling Paul I needed to sit down and next thing I know I’m laying on the ground with Jenny and Sara and all of our other nurse and doctor friends surrounding me. It was pretty embarrassing, actually. The medics decided since I am pregnant that I needed to go into the hospital to get fluids. So off we went in the ambulance. Poor Paul didn’t even get to change out of his uniform for 5 hours.

We don’t know if I got food poisoning or just a really bad case of the stomach flu, but I am finally feeling normal again today! Paul has been a great nurse! Most of you probably don’t fancy hearing about me throwing up, but I wrote this post primarily to thank all of our friends and family for loving me (and Paul) so well. I wish I hadn’t gotten sick and could of spent more time with everyone, but I so appreciate ya’ll!

Hopefully things will slow down a little now..

Olympic Trials Recap!

Last Saturday, Paul made his marathon debut in the Olympic Trials. He can now call himself a 2:16 marathoner! He went into the day ranked 118th in the field, and finished 33rd in one of the most competitive fields in the history of the race. I am so proud of him, and he is already antsy to get back to training!

A huge thanks goes out to Paul’s support team! We are so blessed to have so many  wonderful people in our lives! Thanks to all that were supporting us back in Michigan; our Miner and Hefferon families and our awesome community at 5 Points Church. Thanks also to our family and friends that came all the way from Kansas, and our Hansons ODP family that all came down to support the team. All of your encouragement and excitement has meant the world to us!

Click here to watch Paul’s post-race interview!

The story of our miracle baby!

It all started.. actually right after Paul left for Florida, naturally. I had been deathly sick for about a week, so decided to take a pregnancy test “just in case.” Go figure, it turned out positive! I immediately called my physician and gave him my abnormal symptoms. Within 5 minutes he had me freaking out, in tears, and said I needed to go to the ER immediately.

That day was SO HARD.  Not only was my husband thousands of miles away, but I endured 6 hours of very uncomfortable and painful testing! God bless Aunt Joan for coming to my rescue (like always) & sitting by my bedside all day. When the doctor finally came in to share the test results with us, she said that I without a doubt had passed a miscarriage.

WOW. In one day we found out we were pregnant and that we’d lost our first child. It was a scary and heartbreaking day to say the least.

Fast forward one week.

I arrive in Florida to spend Christmas with Paul. Almost immediately I become extremely nauseated and tired. After a few days of feeling terrible, we again decide to pick up a pregnancy test “just in case.” Go figure, positive. And the next day….positive. And the day after that…positive.

By this time we are FREAKING OUT. Every possible scenario is running through my mind, including death (I’m hormonal, mmmkay). After a failed attempt to find a doctor in Orlando we decide to send me home to Michigan early so that I can get into a doctor. I flew home and got in the very next morning.

There was an examination. Then a blood test. Then an ultrasound. Next thing I know, I am looking at my baby’s beating heart on a screen.

At this point I am thinking WHAT IN THE WORLD?!!

The doctor told us not to get too excited until our second ultrasound, because he wanted to be absolutely sure everything was okay. That follow-up ultrasound was today. And I saw my 100% healthy, 8-week-old baby!

One thing is for sure, we will never, ever fail to give God all of the glory for our sweet little miracle. Had our baby lived, or died, God would still be good and perfect and sovereign. But today we are rejoicing over the new life He has blessed us with! It brings me to my knees in tears when I think of how gracious and merciful our Savior has remained through every hard moment of this entire process. To Him be the glory forever, and ever.

Guess What?!!