This article brings me to beautiful tears each time. The combination of science and experience is beautiful. Im a biology and sociology nerd, so this is right up my alley. I thought you all may love it just as much as I do. Impress your friends and family with just how fantastic our bodies are!
Tread carefully… November 16, 2015
Tread carefully ISIS, Washington DC can hear you.
A guided meditation for a mama like me October 16, 2015
This actually helped me a lot. Im embarassed to tell you how much. I needed this while in labor. Fo’ reals. Let that shit go.
Where have I been? Here’s a slow update. September 20, 2015
Hot. It’s been a hot summer here in the OH and IO. We have this incredible technology called air conditioning. There are many things I can happily live without, but I love me some air conditioning. Now that fall is starting to come around more frequently, Im able to leave the house and not be instantly grouchy. Today was a beautiful day to be a buckeye.
Speaking of buckeyes, see this shirt? It’s from a rockin company. (aforementioned rockin clothing company). If you order or stop by their facebook page, tell Caleb that Caitlin sent you.
I have been cooking and baking a lot. A lot. It makes me happy. I created my very first roasted butternut squash dish. I also recently baked my first eggplant parmesean. The above photo is extra large snickerdoodles. My best friend suggested they look like tortise shells, and I have to agree. They do not taste like tortise shells thankfully. They taste divine.
Im going to leave you with a bit of co-sleeping/bed-sharing humor from yours truly. This seems rather accurate wether you have boys/girls/both. A crib that is side-carred to your bed. Empty of course. One child whose feet are on your chest or touching your face. That same child or other child may be clothed or completely unclothed. One child who is sleeping horozontally across all pillows. An adult who is so desperate to sleep, they sleep balancing on the edge of the king sized bed, nowhere near the pillows.
This is our life.
Suffering from a chocolate attack. August 5, 2015
I am currently suffering a chocolate attack. Thats what we call it in our house when you cant think of One. Single. Thing. Except. Chocolate.
Are you still with me on this journey of suffering?
So I began looking for recipes for chocolate bakes with limited ingredients.
(Pinterest, of course.)
I found what is called “wacky cake” or “crazy cake” or even “depression cake”.
Repeat after me…
Chocolate cake. Easy chocolate cake. Rediculously simple chocolate cake. I will now go bake my own.
Laundry treasure hunt. April 23, 2015
Laundry is a constant and never ceasing battle in a house with children. It also seems to be a never ending treasure hunt. And by treasure hunt, I clearly mean searching for the one hidden item that can ruin a basketfull of clothes.
1.) lip balm. Leaves traces of oil spots on any item you relatively like to wear.
2.) tissues. Shreds and clings to every millimeter of fleece or fleece-like fabric. (pajamas.)
3.) stickers. A mothers ultimate nemisis. Once a sticker is washed and dried on fabric, just go right ahead and cut your losses. Although I have read many techniques for removing this type of residue, I cannot defeat it.
Today my sarcastic treasure hunt lead me to find the above. A sleeper with bandaids. Bandaids which were never used on any real cuts or scrapes. They were intentionally placed on top of the jammies.
So, the next time im taking a shower at midnight and slice open my ankle with my razor…there will be none of the bandaids I purchased.
Twice Born-PBS April 15, 2015
Watching “Twice Born–Stories from the special delivery unit” on PBS. This is a show that makes me smile, cry, and makes my stomach churn with empathy. Its amazing to me that they do these procedures in Philadelphia. Families comes from every end of the earth to possibly be a canidate. This series is terrifying and yet these heros are regular, normal women. These heros are mothers. Mothers in a horrifying position and continuing to have complete and absolute blind love.