Sunday, December 8, 2013
We hosted a little Pie and Cider Night at our place over the weekend, and it really was so much fun. We'd love to make a yearly tradition of inviting people we love into our house to kick off December with good food and conversation. I meant to take pictures of everyone who came, but of course once I got to talking and laughing the camera was the last thing I thought of. I did manage to snap these before anyone showed up, though, and I love how cozy and Christmasy our house feels right now. I only made 3 kinds of pie--apple, pumpkin, and chocolate--but made a gluten- and dairy-free version of both the apple and pumpkin for David. So yeah, we had (well, have...still working on leftovers!) tons of pie. Spending all day Friday baking, listening to Christmas music, and dancing around the kitchen with Joony was probably my favorite part of the whole experience.
Crock Pot Apple Cider* (delicious + makes your house smell amazing)
2 qt. Treetop apple cider
1/4 c. brown sugar
1/8 tsp. ground ginger
1 orange, unpeeled, cut into wedges
2 cinnamon sticks + 1 tsp. whole cloves, placed on a square of cheesecloth and tied into a bundle
--->Put everything into a crock pot and simmer it all on low for 3-4 hours. Remove the cheesecloth bag and oranges right before you serve.
*Recipe originally found right here
Tuesday, December 3, 2013
tee: c/o Skip N' Whistle; jeans: American Eagle; flannel: Target; jacket: BB Dakota; clogs: Dansko
Skip N' Whistle sent me this awesome Christmas sweater tee shirt and I've worn it like five times--even before Thanksgiving! I'm a rebel and I do what I wanna. Every time I wear it I get compliments because it's just so darn seasonal and fun. It was the perfect Thanksgiving day tee--comfortable, and it showed how ready I was to kick off the holiday season. Anyways, you can use the code SANTA to get 20% off one of your own before Christmas if you wanna! This owl one is too cute, and this one for guys is an A+.
So yesterday was just one of those awful days, and I'm going to vent about it here whether you care or not. Joony woke up and immediately started crying because I wouldn't let him eat cookies for breakfast, which was my mistake for leaving them out on the table where he could see them, I guess. As we were leaving the house, my garage door just completely broke. We went to Target, where someone parked so close I couldn't even get Joony into his car seat--actually, I tried to get him into his seat, and it was so close that he ended up slamming his head into the door and screaming while I tried to calm him down for a good 15 minutes in a windy parking lot with my cart escaping from me.
Was this my kindest moment? No. But really...it would have taken this driver 20 seconds to back out and readjust their car to be, you know, inside a parking spot.
As we were pulling out of the parking lot, David responded to a picture text asking if he liked a pair of brown jeans I got him saying sorry, but they just weren't his favorite. Well, I was already there, so I re-parked, unloaded the kid/myself, and headed back into the belly of the beast to swap for a blue pair. I forgot my reusable shopping bags at the Natural Market, so I felt all judged and unloving of my Mother Earth (if only I'd had this tote bag on me, am I right?)...and this whole day was navigated with cramps and a broken-out face. Some days are just like that, aren't they? Typing it all out makes it seem silly to have been so flustered and grumpy now.
Well, luckily it ended with a Zumba class, which was nice, and today is a stay-in-pajamas-and-clean kind of day. Both my brain and my house need a music-filled day of productivity, and I think Joon will be happy to run around the house in his jammies all day. I'll probably put my Skip N' Whistle tee on to get myself back into the holiday spirit ;)
Wednesday, November 27, 2013
To the girl in front of me in line at Rue 21 this afternoon:
Today, I stood behind you with a wriggly baby, and every time he let out that high-pitched shriek you rolled your eyes and shared pointed how obnoxious looks with your girlfriends in between talking about how OMGfun the black light party tonight was going to be.
I thought of a million snide remarks while I stood behind you, and I might have spouted one off if I hadn't been so very tired. As I thought about it later today, though, I became glad I kept my mouth shut. One day, you will be in my shoes. One day, you will have a baby, and he (or she) will be the light of your life. He'll grow into this amazing, funny, demanding toddler, and one day, he'll skip his nap. You will sit cross-legged in the hall next to his room while he cries, shaking and frustrated, and finally think, "Screw it."
Maybe that's when you'll remember the $10 off coupon in your purse, and you'll head out the door with that grumpy kid thinking that a new flannel shirt for half off would sure cheer you up. That's when you'll be standing there in line, flannel in hand, in my shoes, and some teenager will make it clear how annoying she thinks you are. I know about this full circle because I was once that snotty teenager. I know I raised plenty of eyebrows and thought, "Can't she just keep him quiet? Why did she even bring the kid shopping?" Isn't karma the worst sometimes?
When you finally make it through the line to the counter, the salesperson might tell you that you need to spend one penny more because your coupon is $10 off of a $20 purchase and woops, your shirt is $19.99, would you like a lip gloss or a body glitter? You'll feel so fed up at that point that you'll just say, "No, it's okay, I'll just pass on it," head out of that store where the music is too loud and they spritz cheap perfume all over the place, and get all loaded up back into the car.
You'll drive away with tears rolling down your cheeks because you just feel so darn tired and maybe it was dumb to even shop in a store made for teenagers and WHY WHY WHY won't the kid take a nap?!
Here's one last thing, though. Tonight, while you're jumping around with your girlfriends at this amazing black light party, I'll be kissing my sleeping baby on the forehead and collapsing onto the couch next to my husband. My life seems boring and tedious to you now, but I promise that in that moment you'll think back on the girl who rolled her eyes at you in line at Rue 21 and know without any doubt that the baby (finally!) sleeping in the next room is so much sweeter than any flannel shirt or black light party. I really do wish that for you, even though I wanted to raise a particular finger in your direction earlier today.
the tired mom with the shrieking kid behind you in line at Rue 21
note: I wrote this post last week, when I returned home frustrated and flannel-less. In that picture above I'm wearing said flannel, which I went back and bought when Dave was there to go grab Chick Fil A with Joon while I ran into the mall solo (felt like a mini vacation). I found a box of chocolate covered raisins for $1.50 to get my dang purchase over $20, and let's be honest, candy is WAY more useful than body glitter. Come on!
Tuesday, November 26, 2013
pictures from my instagram
READING: I am still finishing up the Divergent series. Why can't I get into this third one? I read the first book in two days. I've been working on Allegiant for two weeks now.
WONDERING: how long you have to be married before you start hating your spouse. See, David and I have been married just over 5 years--so we're not newlyweds any more, right? But every time I say something nice about him, someone says, "Oh, you must be a newlywed." So only newlyweds like their husbands? I'm so confused by this. I'm just married to a nice guy.
FEELING THANKFUL: for family, whether or not they're a blood relation. This year, we get to have Thanksgiving dinner with David's brother, who's driving up from Utah, and one of my best friends, Megs. I'm so excited for a relaxed, cozy day surrounded by a couple of my favorite people.
EATING: Well, I bought spinach artichoke dip and French bread to set out on Thanksgiving day for snacking while the main meal was prepped...but I may have to run back to the store to get more before Thursday...
WATCHING: Catching Fire tonight with a couple girlfriends! We've been planning this night since September and I'm just really excited. All of the tweets and statuses raving about it have fueled my excitement fire.
WORKING ON: A picture book as a Christmas present for my niece! I made one for Joony since everyone he's related to lives out of state and I wanted him to still see their faces regularly. Now my little niecey-poo is getting one so she can remember who her favorite Auntie is! (It's me. I'm the favorite Auntie)
LOVING: Dr. Bronner's Castile Soap, most especially the peppermint one. It leaves my skin feeling so clean it literally tingles and the bottle is covered in hilarious Ginsberg-esque phrases ("Balance food for body-mind-soul-spirit is our medicine! Full-truth our God half-truth our enemy, ALL-ONE OR NONE ALL-ONE!").
ATTEMPTING: to parent a toddler. IT IS SO TRICKY. How can you be both firm and gentle? How do you discipline a little soul who knows when he's being naughty, but doesn't understand the concept of consequences?
WANTING: for December 23, when my family is driving up from California for a white Christmas! My halls are decked, the air is merry and joyful, the gifts are wrapped! Well, okay, gifts are not yet wrapped. BUT I did order Joony a miniature armchair (this one) for Christmas because he thinks chairs that are his size are just the funniest thing in the world, and Mr. Claus is bringing him a kitchen and oh-my-gosh it's going to be so much fun.
Post format stolen from Kaelah!
Thursday, November 21, 2013
boots: c/o wanted shoes; jeans: ae; sweater: target
Even Big Buddha got into the holiday spirit with a little white bow tie!
I made that "Come let us adore him" sign with silver letters from Target's $1 section pasted onto kraft paper. I'm really happy with it, especially behind my simple nativity.
Wednesday, November 20, 2013
boots/tee/jacket: target; belt/jeans: ae; scarf: vanity
- I'm all Top Gun: short permed hair, leather jacket, boots...80's all the way over here, okay?
- Today is the best day ever. It's David's day off, I'm wearing a cozy sweater, we got some doctor appointments out of the way, Joony's napping, and we're catching up on the Voice and eating Amy's Kitchen pizzas (the Margherita is AMAZING) for lunch. I really love Wednesdays.
- I've been taking 5:45 am workout classes every day this week and I'm pooped. WAR, PowerStep, Strength, Pilates tomorrow, Kickboxing on Friday, oh please just shoot me now. I can't even lift my arms higher than my shoulders right now, that is a fact.
- I keep reading news articles and tweets about Lena Dunham and David Sedaris at Carnegie Hall last night. WHY DOESN'T ANYONE COOL COME TO IDAHO TO READ ME AMAZING THINGS THEY HAVE WRITTEN? I loved this interview of Mindy Kaling by Lena Dunham*, and this story by David Sedaris in the New Yorker made me cry and laugh. People can be so smart and clever, and I love that the internet gives us such easy access to the things they think.
- And speaking of cool people, there is no TV couple cuter than Jessica Day and Nick Miller, but also Dr. Mindy Lahiri and Cliff Gilbert/eventually Danny Castellano. I'll say that's sufficient trash TV talk for one post, eh?
- The simplest luxury that David's day off from work affords me is going to the bathroom, unsupervised by my toddler. It's the little things, right?
* The best quote from said interview: "I love seeing women stand up for things they believe in, teach their daughters how to do the same, prepare meals out of whatever they have in their fridges, wear helmets when they ride their bikes, call BS when they see it, and accept that feminism comes in a lotta different forms."
Wednesday, November 13, 2013
- Doesn't say many words, but chatters constantly around the house. He will wander around hollering, "MOM?" if he needs to babble something at me. He always says, "Good!" when we ask him how his (lunch/water/car ride/anything) is. He always pops his head into a room and shout, "Boo!" He thinks scaring/being scared is so, so funny.
- Finally sleeps really well. He goes to bed at 8:30, gets about 12 straight hours (I know!), and takes a 90 min-2 hour nap every afternoon at noon. After a full year of no stretches longer than 4-5 hours, we do not EVER take this for granted.
- Feeds himself--his morning yogurt and mac n' cheese are his favorite things to eat with a spoon.
- When I see David's truck pull up, I yell "Where's Dad? Oh my goodness, where is he?" and Joony sprints to the front window to jump up and down and knock on the window while David walks in. He also knows that if I say, "Should we go visit Dad?" he should grab his shoes, sit in front of me while I put them on, and then walk out to the garage to get in the car. When we pull up to David's work, he recognizes the building and starts clapping and yelling. He really loves Dave.
- Has zero interest in the television. Every now and then I'll try to turn on a show or movie for him, but he'll only watch for a second or two before he grabs a toy bucket or starts sorting the tupperware drawer. I love that about him.
- Adores his room. I recently cleared all of my stuff out of there and put all of his toys in. Now, he spends all day in there, sorting through his Hot Wheels and flipping through books off his shelves. He is really good at playing by himself.
- Hates--loathes--nursery. Probably because he's so used to playing with just me in our quiet house, he is really overwhelmed by the rowdy, older kids. Any time we play with our neighbors or he goes to nursery, he's very clingy and cautious about joining in.
- Yells, "Vrmm! Vrmm!" whenever we see a motorcycle. He also loves sitting on the quads and snow machines at David's work.