Artwork by: Venice Happy Mother’s Day, Mommas! I know it has been a bit since we have connected so I wanted to take a moment to explain our brief hiatus. Recently, I lost two very dear friends to me. I loved them like family and it has taken me a while to process their passing. I have run the gamut of emotion and what I have come away from it all with is as follows.
Sorry, dads. We know you’re just as good in the kitchen as any of us. It was a cheap shot. Mother’s Day is creeping up fast (isn’t everything?). And I know way too many moms who are always involved in their own Mother’s Day plans, cooking, and shopping because our partners are busy, too, and kids can’t do it themselves. But, let’s face it. It’s not really the Mother’s Day we hope for when we’re cooking or doing the dishes. So, I’m just going to write this post and if you just so happen to leave this screen open where your partner and/or kids can see it, so be it. Mother’s Day brunch doesn’t have to be something out of a Martha Stewart magazine. Seriously. Most of us are just happy to have a meal made for us and not be responsible for the clean up. Really, anything you do for mom IS nice and very much appreciated. That being said, if it’s more than a bowl of Cheerios, even better! So here are some really easy breakfast in bed ideas that our significant others and older kids can handle and help the younger kids with. Bacon & Egg Cups These are ridiculously simple and can be prepped the night before. Spray a muffin pan with nonstick spray, line each cup with a few slices of turkey bacon, crack an egg in the cup, add a dash of salt and pepper. Cover and refrigerate if making the night before. […]
“During pregnancy, we are stripping away the maiden and stepping into the role of mother. It can throw the ego into a frenzy causing us to question our self identity. Pregnancy, for the woman, is her initiation into motherhood.”
Look, I’m fine with admitting it. My refrigerator is chaos no matter what I do. I clean it out before I go food shopping and I desperately try to group like food items together in appropriate places around the refrigerator to create optimal efficiency and space. But by the end of the week, every week, it looks like a crime scene.
There might not be anything on Earth that is as funny AND equally terrifying as mom rage. If you haven’t seen this wife’s reaction to her husband telling her that their son got a hold of the clippers and buzzed his own hair, you’re seriously missing out.
Happy Friday, Mommas! I don’t know about you but this week has crawled by for me and I am sure the rest of my household would agree. I feel like the list of things to do with a third child has not only tripled but quadrupled. In fact, I will go as far as saying whatever comes after quadrupled would be an adequate description regarding the increase in the amount of shit that needs to get done.
Turkey Chili By: Danny ( my beautiful chef of a husband) Note: My husband is an excellent cook! Excellent. He spends hours upon hours in the kitchen making sure the flavors are perfection. I would argue any day of the week that cooking is one of his great passions in life and he would argue that feeding his family is his real passion. We could both settle the argument by saying both are true but we are both too stubborn for that;) The passion he has in the kitchen is something to watch! So, this is not a recipe for the quick and easy weekday meal. This is one to take your time with over the course of a Sunday. But I promise you, it is worth every second! Delicious! Hope you enjoy:)
Savannah’s Nursery Reveal
“You can love, lose and survive. You can fall to your knees and cry in pain. You can feel a horrible, crippling emptiness, yet recover and fill yourself up again. We all seem to survive it.” – Dr. Phil
I came across an article via the NYTimes called the Secret to Happiness. If you have the time, it’s a good read. But generally speaking, it’s all the same things we’ve heard before: simplify, buy less, live more, lighten up, unplug, drink vegetables, and so it goes. No arguments on any of the above but not exactly groundbreaking. One thing did stick out to me, though, and that was the suggestion that we should all pick a “uniform” of sorts. After all, Steve Jobs wore a black turtleneck and blue jeans every day and he’s a legend. Of course, he was Silicon Valley technerd-supergenius billionaire. So, there’s that. You can get away with a lot of things normal people can’t when you’re even half of those things. Hell, even just one of those things. Women don’t exactly have the option to pair down their wardrobe, especially in the workplace. Or do we?