A great breakfast makes everyone happy Wise women have said, or at least murmured under their breath,
There are moments when having three teenagers under one roof can make for a slight challenge in harmonious interaction. In an effort to legally torture them and subsequently ourselves as well, we gather them in the living room for “quality” family time around a board game or something where they all have to interact and […]
I like the results of working out. Now, that being said, I might occasionally drag my feet a little when I am scheduled to go take on another session with my trainer. I am typically a very self-driven and motivated kind of gal, but the older I get, the less enthusiastic I am to go […]
Birthday wishes around our house never seem to consist of the “less is more” concept! Since Derek and I whispered our nuptials in sweatpants, we vowed to start traditions with our kids that would help to merge our young families.
It is not a unique situation to find myself a touch overcommitted. I often try to navigate these situations without causing utter pandemonium amongst the family or their sacred schedules.
Sunday morning breakfast is a hallowed ritual to my kids. They are little creatures of habit and are noticeably irked with me if I deviate from the honorary menu of pancakes and bacon. I occasionally like to gratify my own selfish agenda, though, without creating too much turmoil around the kitchen table. So once I […]
What a blessing it is to have a platform to inform the masses about better nutrition and to air my petty motherhood grievances all in one eloquent exposition. At least I will at least be able to pinpoint the moment that my self-inflicted denial gave way to the stark chapter of teenage-boy starvation and budding […]
Clearly, my lack of literary talent is the obvious reason that my day job is the furthest thing possible from penning a best-selling novel. It just might be assumed that since I am doing double duty most days,
I have spent every holiday weekend or weekday since February on the sidelines, cheering on at least one of my kids. As fulfilling as that might be, there was a tiny little window of opportunity that was emerging over Labor Day that could have allowed me to arrive at a destination without my dilapidated lawn […]
So the weeds have been having a bumper month in my garden, but my strawberries are wrapping things up for the season. I can resist several of life’s temptations, but strawberry pie is not one of them. I was the kid that never asked for birthday cake; I asked for strawberry pie.