Wednesday, January 28, 2015

He Built Me a Table

When my husband and I were in our "early years," we had no shortage of romance in our relationship. We were living in New York City, and we literally had nothing. But yet, we had everything.

The entire world was new to us, and we were so in love. NYC can be an extraordinarily romantic place. Exploring its treasures was exciting, and when we did spend our money, we went big. A helicopter ride over the city. A day long excursion touring the wineries of Long Island. Dinner and a Broadway show. It was all so romantic.

And yet, that is not what romance is. 

In the last six years, I have moved across county. I have bought a house, sold a house, and bought another house. I have grown three children from scratch and birthed them. I have lost a grandfather and my cat. And yet, somehow my life has still been full of romance. 

No, my husband is not constantly wining and dining me, bringing me flowers and chocolates and writing me little love notes. Sometimes, he does, but I have learned over the years that romance is so much more than that. 

One of the most romantic things that my husband has ever done for me was to build me a simple table. 

Almost two years ago now, we moved into a colonial house in the suburbs. A true southern charm, with a gorgeous dining room. Something we had never had before. 

Ken asked me what I wanted to do with the room, and I told him my fantasy about having a large farm house table, with mismatched chairs and enough room to fit our whole family. Something that we could keep forever. Something classic, but not too fancy. Something that would never go out of style. 

Obviously, I was asking a lot. Shopping trips were made, to Crate and Barrel and Pottery Barn. The going rate for farmhouse tables these days is about $3,000. Yikes!

Sidenote: In our house we (I) measure money by Disney trips. Therefore, 1x Farmhouse Table = 1 Disney Trip. 

I basically resigned to the fact that it just wasn't the right time for us to have this imagined dining room. When given the choice between pretty much anything and Disney, I have a tendency to always choose Disney. We were not even planning a trip for the foreseeable future, but I just couldn't fathom spending as much on a table as I would a family vacation. I mean, especially with small children (ie the reason we cannot have nice things... have you seen my couch? I would post a picture here but my husband might die of embarrassment.)

Anyways. One night he brought it up. "I could probably build you a table."

The not so romantic follow up was, "If it turns out like crap we can always use it as a picnic table."

I was skeptical at first. "Yah... OK honey." I'm not sure if that made Ken even more determined or not, but darn it... he said he was going to build me a table and he did!!

Over the course of the next few weeks, Ken spent an endless amount of time on the Ana White website. Trips were made to Home Depot for tools and wood. Research was done on finish. And over the next few months, my husband built me the farmhouse table of my dreams. Literally. I love it. And every time I look at it I think of all the time and love that he put into building it for me. It is perfect. It is better than any purchase we could have made, and I will appreciate it more because it came from his own two hands.

Romantic. The fact that Ken put many (frustrating) hours into measuring, leveling, sanding, patching, and staining into making something that I so longed for just lights up my heart. He learned a new trade, he literally built on our relationship.

I think that a lot of people jump into relationships with the idea that romance is an endless ride of flowers and special outings forever and ever. It's not. At some point, life will change. It's part of the human condition. A job will be lost, or a baby will come along, or a relocation will occur. But love can grow. It is in the little, every day things that romance is hidden in pockets. If we learn to appreciate that, if we learn to see the effort put in by others, beautiful things can happen.

I love my table. And Ken, I love you!!!

PS... Many people have asked if Ken will build their next table. He might be open to it, but you can't have this one at any cost. Literally. He built it inside the dining room. I don't think it will fit through the doors.

PPS... Did I mention I finally have somewhere to fold the laundry???

Dedicated to Ken. May our table bring great gatherings over the next many years, full of love, life, and laughter. 

Monday, January 12, 2015

Cinnamon Toast Crunch vs Organic Graham Crunch

We usually don't let our kids pick out cereal. Period.

Usually, our cereal purchasing follows two criteria.

  1. It's available in the Costco cereal aisle. 
  2. It's something either Cheerios or Kashi branded. 
So this Saturday during our weekly trip to the store, it was a big deal that my husband said the kids could pick their cereal. They pointed to the shelf, and my husband picked up the Organic Graham Crunch by Cascadian Farm

Big mistake! Within 1.3 seconds there were real, physical salty wet tears streaming down my children's faces. 


Their little fingers were pointing towards the tried and true Cinnamon Toast Crunch

At least point I'm pretty sure we had already reached our limit of two meltdowns per Costco  trip. We've learned to choose our battles. 

Let's get them both! We will see which one we like the best. 

And that is how, while my husband was sick and we had no plans this weekend, we decided to have a blind taste test between Cinnamon Toast Crunch and Organic Graham Crunch. 

Our results are not only highly scientific but they are also straight from the consumers ages 5 and 3.*

The boxes make the two cereals look relatively the same, but as you can see, the original Cinnamon Toast Crunch has a cute little cereal guy. The Organic Graham Crunch box made my children cry. I personally don't find the box very sad, but they could not even handle looking at it in the store. 

It should also be noted that the box of Cinnamon Toast Crunch is 3lbs 1.5oz. The box the Cascadian Farm Graham Crunch is 1lb 12oz and was considerably more expensive. 

Now, let's take a look at the Nutrition Facts. 

This part actually really surprised me. I'm sorry if it's hard to see very well. Basically, the original Cinnamon Toast Crunch is 20 calories more per serving. While the Cascadian Farms brand has 1 more gram of both protein and fiber, I did not find this enough to be significant.

Also to my surprise, the Cinnamon Toast Crunch only had one more gram of sugar per serving! Not to mention the added vitamins and minerals, which are essential when your child lives life believing that all vegetables induce vomiting. The Cinnamon Toast Crunch had 25% of a child's daily iron, the Organic Crunch only weighing in at 4%.

Now the taste test.

Can you tell which is which?

My kids are not idiots. They knew that the one of the left was the true Cinnamon Toast Crunch. They did eat both brands though. Here is what we noted:

Cinnamon Toast Crunch has way more Cinnamon Sugar Flavoring. 

The Organic Graham Crunch actually tastes more like a Cinnamon Toast Crunch - Golden Grahams hybrid. It's quite yummy.

And the winner is: 

I would love to buy my children only organic food. After looking at this particular comparison though, I've decided that the General Mills Brand is not that bad to eat once in awhile. And it's a crowd pleaser. 

* I make no claims as to what is best for you and your family. This post is my opinion only. Thanks and have a nice day. 

Wednesday, January 7, 2015

The Trouble with Spoiled Babies

I'm about to be in big trouble, y'all.

Today is Harper's 316th day on this planet, and I am still rocking her to sleep every day and night. Every. Single. Time.

It can't be anyone else either. It has to be me. It has to be mama. Because she needs me. Because no one else can possibly know how to do it right.

Soon after Harper was born, a friend told me that in France babies sleep so much better, and are overall better babies and perfect little darlings because their parents start making them cry it out in the night at 4 months old.

What?! French people sound evil. 4 months old just seemed entirely too soon to me. I never started to make my babies tough it out until they were at least 7 months old. And apparently this time around I let that 7 month mark fly by. I'll stick it to those French folks. Show them how compassionate this little Virginian is.

But seriously. I keep rocking her, because she could be our last baby. She could be the last one who needs me like this.

The trouble with spoiled babies is that they don't know that they are being spoiled. I rock her to sleep every night thinking to myself "ugh, this little stinker." But the real stinker is me. I'm putting off her independence. Her ability to self soothe. Her knowledge that she does not, in fact, need me to put her to sleep. As much as I wish she did.

This weekend I'm going to really start Ferberizing my sweet little angel. And it kills me. But I know it's the best for both of us.

In the long run, we will both get more sleep, because she'll know how to put herself back to sleep without me. And I will have a little more freedom. Ken and I have not been on a SINGLE DATE since before she was born. We're still husband and wife, but it would be really nice to reconnect over a nice meal in which food is not flying everywhere and one of us is begging the children to just eat nicely.

Pray for us.

The trouble with spoiled babies, is the longer you spoil them, the harder it is to stop.

Cleaning and scrubbing will wait ’till tomorrow, but children grow up, as I’ve learned to my sorrow. So quiet down cobwebs! Dust go to sleep! I’m rocking my baby. Babies don’t keep. – Ruth Hamilton

Tuesday, January 6, 2015

I'm not me when I'm not writing

I took a two year hiatus. What happened?

I'm not sure... but my children keep multiplying. First there was one, and now somehow there are three. Beautiful Amelia, 5 years old. Light of my life. Will be going to kindergarten in the fall. I'm not sure whether to cry or throw up. I cannot believe how fast five years can fly by. Tristan. He will be 3 in two weeks. Not yet potty trained. He's trying but stubborn as a mule. He told his father that pooping in his diaper makes him happy. That's correct folks. My son literally said that crapping his pants brings him joy. Sorry little man, but it's about time that you enter reality. A reality in which you stink... you seriously stink and everyone knows the smell is coming from you. 

Someday, my entire house will not smell like human waste. 

Do you ever think that you've got your act together, only to return home after running errands and realizing that your whole house smells like POOP? That it must have smelled that way for days and you just didn't realize it because your nose was so used to it? That during those days you had actual human guests come to your house that must have smelled the poop but were too polite to say anything?

That's pretty much what having three young children is like. 

Sweet little Harper. Planned but not planned so soon. Ten months old and the sweetest little baby in the entire world. I know that parents aren't supposed to pick favorites, but her dad and I know that she has been our favorite baby-wise. She is easy going, happy, hilarious, spunky. When my children are grown and they ask who was the best baby, the answer will be Harper. No sweet "Oh you were all lovely little dears." It was Harper. She was the best baby. Don't judge me. 

Anyhow. I'm back. Or I'd like to be back. I obviously can't prove anything with a single post. The think about blogging is that it is extremely personal. It's pretty much what's in my head at any given time.  Then some. 

What it became... back when I decided to take a hiatus, was something that I was not. I was getting paid (minimally, y'all) to write about stuff that I didn't care very much about. It was becoming less and less about me, and more about... junk. Hear ye, hear ye, come read some thing I've been asked to plug and then praise me for how glorious I am. 

Meh... I guess it works for some people. But I'm not going to fill my blog with nonsense, or ads that are placed that you will accidentally click them and I will get paid, or sob stories begging you to purchase through my affiliate links. 

It's not who I am. 

But I do need to write. It's what I LOVE to do. And if I am not writing, there is just something that is just missing. I'm lost in my own mind. The words are there but they have nowhere to go. It's like yelling in a cave with constant echoes. 

So I'm back. Read me. Or don't. I'll love you either way. 

New Year's Resolutions are cliche, so that is obviously why I waited until January 6th (Epiphany, y'all!) to write this post. Either that, or I'm just behind. You can decide for yourself. One thing I'm really excited about this year though is becoming more organized. Like, getting my act together. I might even blow dry my hair a few times this year. 

My husband helped me make this awesome menu board for our family. Please don't judge the incredibly simple meals... this is our first week! And on Day 2, I can say it's going splendidly. Who would have thought, that as long as the words were there on that board, that my children would stop fighting over what I should be feeding them and just go with the flow? It's been amazing. More to come. 

In case you were wondering... FYOF is Find Your Own Food. Mondays are a little chaotic around our house and Amelia has gymnastics in the evening, so we're just keeping it real. We have family dinner the other 6 nights of the week. 

And yes, I do still allow my kids to eat Pop Tarts. But only on Saturdays. And sometimes they eat the organic ones. 

Wednesday, August 29, 2012

Recipe: Bunny Blondies (YUMMY!)

I absolutely love to bake.

Actually, now that I think about it, I don't know if it's so much that I love to bake or rather that I love to eat baked goods. But for all intensive purposes, I do love to spend time in the kitchen trying new recipes.

Yesterday I decided to whip up a batch of Bunny Blondies, a recipe I came across in the September 2012 issue of Family Fun Magazine. A recipe that promised a yummy, (mostly) wholesome snack that is literally packed with carrots. And butterscotch. I love butterscotch!

My daughter (now almost 3) helped me make the special treats. It took us about an hour and destroyed my kitchen, much like most of our from-scratch recipes do. But it was totally worth it.

Bunny Blondies are DELICIOUS. Take a spicy carrot cake and mix in a moist, butterscotch blondie and you've got a whole lot of bunny goodness.

And you know what? These things are so good, so easy to make and so ridiculously tempting that I considered not sharing the recipe at all. I imagined myself holding this one in the arsenal of amazing recipes and bringing them to all sorts of events, blushing at compliments like they were my own master creation. Like nobody else could ever make them as well again. Like I've got Paula Deen, butter queen herself, in my bloodlines.

But that just wouldn't be right. So here it is, the amazing recipe for Bunny Blondies. Enjoy!!

(Oh yea, and I left the walnuts out of ours. There are so many nut restrictions these days that it's usually better to see how the recipes turn out sans nuts first.)
See? They even look delicious.


8 medium carrots (about 1lb)
2.5 cups flour
1/2 teaspoon baking soda
2.5 teaspoons cinnamon
1 teaspoon salt
1.5 sticks butter (softened) - it doesn't specify but I used unsalted
1 cup packed light brown sugar
1/3 cup sugar
2 large eggs
2 teaspoons vanilla extract
1 cup butterscotch chips
1 cup finely chopped walnuts (optional)
1. Place oven rack to center and preheat oven to 350 degrees. Spray a 9X13 pan with cooking spray.

2. Peel and trip the carrots using a box grater. (You want about 3 cups total.)

3. In a medium bowl, whisk together dry ingredients: flour, baking soda, cinnamon, salt.

4. Using a mixer, blend butter with both sugars until pale and fluffy, about three minutes. Add the eggs and the vanilla and continue beating on medium speed until well blended. Reduce the mizer's speed to low and add the carrots. Mix in butterscotch chips and walnuts.

5. Gradually add flour mixture (the recipe says to do this with a wooden spoon, but I just slowly added it to the mixer). Pour batter into pan and spread evenly (it will be thick).

6. Bake for 30-35 minutes, rotating the pan halfway.

7. Let cool completely before serving. (Yea right, if you can wait that long!)

Disclaimer: This recipe is originally from Disney's Family Fun Magazine, by cookbook author and writer Kathy Kingsley. While I have no association with the magazine, I am a huge fan and do enjoy sharing a great recipe! 

Tuesday, August 28, 2012

Book Review: Emily Giffin's Where We Belong

I have a love/hate relationship with nearly every Emily Giffin novel. Partially because her characters really come to life for you within her book (making it easy for you to either really really like them or not...) and partially because she seems to really dwell on the subjects of infidelity and lying, neither which are my cup of tea. That being said though, no matter the content I just can't seem to put her books down! And Where We Belong is no exception. Best book to date by this author who brings to life the real drama of awkward situations.

Marian and Kirby meet face to face for the first time after 18 years, unraveling an adoption story and an entire web of secrets. This novel trends back and forth between the two and their stories, and as only Emily Giffin does so well, everything comes full circle with a few surprising twists along the way.

I really enjoyed this book, and read through it in only a few short days. It was the type of story that made me sad to put away, because you feel like you actually get to know and like the characters. As with most of her books, they bring a wave of nostalgia as I read her scenes depicting Manhattan (my stomping grounds for a couple years post-college).

I'm giving this book a five star rating because of how readable it is. I enjoyed it and I couldn't put it down. That being said, I can see this book not sitting well with two very distinct groups of people: those who are in Marian's shoes and have given a baby up for adoption, and those who are in Kirby's shoes, desperately in search of some sort of belonging because they were adopted. While the story is really nice, I imagine that compared to a lot of the true adoption/birth family stories that it's a lot of fluff. Unfortunately.

I do appreciate that Giffin painted a portrait of pro-life in this novel. I really hope that she has another book that continues with these characters. I'm dying to know what happens with Marian, Conrad, and Kirby! You hear that Emily Giffin? There had better be a sequel!

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Thursday, January 5, 2012

Scary School - A New Series for Young Readers! {A Book Review}

Scary School is a brand new series meant to delight readers ages 8-12 (and honestly, anyone who appreciates a quirky, imaginative read). Narrated by 11 year old Derek the Ghost (who had the misfortune of dying at school when a science experiment went totally haywire), Scary School is more charm and humor than scary, and your tweens will love the storylines and characters.
About the Book:
You think your school's scary?
Get a load of these teachers:
Ms. Fang, an 850-year-old vampire
Dr. Dragonbreath, who just might eat you before recess
Mr. Snakeskin—science class is so much more fun when it's taught by someone who's half zombie
Mrs. T—break the rules and spend your detention with a hungry Tyrannosaurus rex!

Gargoyles, goblins, and Frankenstein's monster on the loose
The world's most frighteningly delicious school lunch

The narrator's an eleven-year-old ghost!
Join Charles "New Kid" Nukid as he makes some very Scary friends—including Petunia, Johnny, and Peter the Wolf—and figures out that Scary School can be just as funny as it is spooky!

Scary School sure is a crazy place! Poor "New Kid" Charles has no idea what's coming to him on the morning he first steps in front of Scary School, only to be greeted by the crazy giant squid living in the moat surrounding the building. Author Derek Kent (also known as Derek the Ghost) creates a fully imaginative world where the most mundane details become twisted and spooky, luring readers in to see just what will happen next at Scary School.

This debut novel introduces us to all that Scary School is, with each chapter focusing on a specific character or scenerio within the Scary School walls. You'll meet characters like Sue, the amazing Octo-Chef, and find out what crazy consequences there are when one student mentions to Ms. Fangs that she only has one fang, and therefore should only be Ms. Fang.

Even as a 20 something who doesn't usually read about paranormal situations, this book kept me thoroughly entertained throughout. I was not expecting Scary School to be such a funny place. It certainly makes my own school experience sound boring!!

I think this book is perfect for boys and girls alike who love to let their imaginations take them to new places. The chapters are the perfect length, and the 3rd grade reading level makes this book easy to navigate whether a child is reading alone or with a parent. What really drew me to Scary School the most was the combination between 11 year old Derek the Ghost's narration and the cool illustrations by Scott M. Fischer, which can be found on nearly every page. Their work together on this novel really brings Scary School to life!

Scary School is currently available from in the following formats:
Kindle eBook
Nook Book

Can't get enough of Scary School? Head on over to the Scary School website, where you can tour the school, play games, and take Ms. Fang's quiz after you've read the book.

...and there is more Scary School to come!!
Scary School #2: Monsters on the March

is set to release on June 26th, 2012. You can pre-order it now on for just $10.87! (Click the title above for more information.)

Disclaimer: I received a complimentary copy of Scary School from Derek the Ghost, however the opinions expressed in this review are entirely my own, and may differ from yours.