Now that my blog has turned five, it kind of got me thinking of how old I was when I started this old thing. 27… Oh boy. So young. I started to think about differences between my young, 20-something self and my young 30-something self. Ugh… I feel tired already. Especially since last night a certain terrible (but not so terrible, really) two-year-old wanted to party from 2 am on. Screw my 20’s, if I could have the energy of my 2-5 year old self, that would be amazing. You didn’t even need caffeine to function back then. [Read more…]
Holy moly (in Andy’s words). What a long ass recipe title and what a weekend. If you followed along on Snapchat and Instagram, you know what I am talking about. If not, ummm, why aren’t you following along on, like, the one weekend a year I go out with my gal pals???? I understand. I am sure you live a more exciting life than me so you didn’t want to see all the over drinking and over eating I did all weekend long in my beautiful Chi town. (Recap post coming soon). [Read more…]
Lay it on me people. Three hour car trip with a 7 month old and a two and a half year old. How is this going to go? What do I need to bring? DVDs? New toys? Benadryl? Lots and lots of Benadryl. Just kidding on the last one. But it all seriousness, any tips you have would be greatly appreciated. We are embarking on our annual family vacation to the Wisconsin Dells. A week of swimming, sun, adventures, laughing with family and, of course, cheese. I mean it is Wisconsin. [Read more…]
Can we talk about how annoying the phrase, “When it rains it pours” is? Like seriously! Number one, why does it have to rain in the first place, let alone pour? And yeah, yeah, yeah, I know rain allows beautiful things to grow and us to appreciate happy times. Blah, blah, blah. Is it possible to just maybe have a light drizzle as opposed to a full on torrential down pour? Maybe with a little rainbow at the end? [Read more…]
If I think back to my childhood, I can remember my mom rolling out kolaczki. I can remember coming home from school to beef stew cooling on the stove. I remember getting to lick the mashed potato beaters before a big holiday dinner. I can also remember my mom giving me free reign of the hand mixer to help out with a batch of chocolate chip cookies. Um, PS, dough and flour went everywhere. Yeah, don’t worry Mom, I didn’t forget that fun fact.