G got to play in the snow for the first time today. Last year he wasn’t really walking until after all the snow was melted, and I thought that if I was going to put him in the snow as a crawler, I might as well just white wash him and get it over with.
I don’t understand why it’s so hard to convince myself to go to the gym. It’s good for me. I feel great after I do it, and frankly, once I get started moving, I usually enjoy myself. But especially now that it’s getting colder out, convincing myself to take off my big snuggly sweater and fluffy slippers, change into work out clothing and go hit the elliptical or, (shiver) get in a pool is just HARD.
Christmas is coming, and with all the music in the air and the lights twinkling, I can’t help but wanting to add a little holiday glam to my wardrobe.
Fennel is another one of those polarizing flavors. You love it or you hate it. (Blue cheese, fennel, dijon?! I really do like the contentious flavors it seems…) If you happen to be pro-fennel, you’ll love today’s recipe. If not…well…I promise the next recipe won’t have any fennel in it, okay?
For about a year now I’ve had a case of what I call “reverse nesting”. “Nesting”, of course, is that primal desire to “feather” a home before a new baby comes that just about every pregnant woman seems to go through. Soft pillows and blankets. Pretty, shiny adornments. Anything that makes a house more “homey” gets this glow about it that says “buy me!” I certainly went through it. But just before G turned one, a flip switched and I found myself with an overwhelming desire to clear it all out.
Earlier this month I’d mentioned I wanted to do a post to teach you guys how to draft patterns for your favorite clothes. Today is the day!
ut it! Once you’re comfortable you’ll be able to recreate pieces and even alter them to better suit your own taste.
I wasn’t sure if I should kiss my husband or kick him when he pointed this recipe out to me. On the one hand, he knows about my weakness for all things pumpkin and knew I’d love it. On the other hand, he knows about my weakness for all things pumpkin, and knew I wouldn’t be able to resist trying to make it. Besides, it would be perfect for this Thanksgiving morning!
I’ve been sick. As soon as the last of my guests left on Sunday morning, the worst of my cold hit.
Lately G has reached the stage where everything we’re hoping for him to do is greeted with a resounding “NO!”. He doesn’t want the food we’ve prepared, the drink we’re giving him is clearly in the wrong drinking vessel, he isn’t sleepy and he most certainly does NOT want to take a bath.
We’ve really been having a lot of success lately with the vegetarian dishes! (Can you tell?) Here’s another fabulous one I found on Serious Eats. …clearly I’ve gotten over being intimidated!