We’re back with a few new recipes we’ve been sampling over the last few months. Enjoy!! Continue reading
When you have an extended weekend, you get back to your roots – homemade movies. Sure, there are plot holes, and sometimes the actors are difficult, but its always worth it in the end.
Truth be told, there are many more things I’ve learned from the statement above but I don’t count much past seven these days…because I have an almost-2-year-old. Continue reading
Since having Q, I’ve got a pretty good list of the various items that fall under the “can’t live without” category for me as a new mom. As I was preparing for a good friend’s baby shower last weekend, I stumbled upon a super cute, yet practical, baby gift idea while browsing the internet. A basket full of our own “Favorite Baby Things”, loaded with the items that we loved when we had Q.
I’m back again, but this time we’re eating paleo. We’ve done this paleo thing before, so its not anything new to us, but it still doesn’t mean that we don’t crave us some pizza around here. It’s especially challenging to eat paleo when you’re regularly cooking cheesy filled tortillas for your toddler who refuses to eat anything else. I’ve never wanted a quesadilla so bad in my life.
Let’s be real for a minute. None of this food is going to hit the spot like an oozing, cheese-filled Juicy Lucy or giant plate of spicy, cheesy nachos will (clearly, I’m missing cheese the most). But, this food will leave you feeling guilt-free and possibly lead to a few lost pounds along the way. Enjoy! Continue reading
So I had an evening last night. You the kind I’m talking about. The kind where you leave work super excited to go home and eat a delicious dinner, play with the child you’ve missed all day and accomplish a few things on your to-do list….but reality is NOWHERE NEAR that pretty picture you’ve been envisioning all day.
It started with a text from T, “I’m going to be a little late tonight.” Alright, no big deal, I can handle a 1.5 year old on my own for a little while until T makes it home. This might delay dinner just a bit, but no biggie. Turns out, to my husband, a ‘little late’ means a complete hour. To those of you without a toddler running about while you’re trying to unwind from work and make dinner, an hour may seem like no big deal. In our house, with a kid that demands snack the minute he walks in the door and will tolerate nothing less than serving him his pre-dinner snack RIGHTTHISMINUTE, an hour is an eternity. On top of that, we’re currently eating paleo, so this mama is ravenous – aka hangry with little to no patience. Continue reading