It’s not ready yet, but Daddypotamus and I are whipping up something we hope you will like. I’m a little nervous but hopefully will turn out better than yesterday’s fare. Care to take a guess?Read More »
What do all these photos have in common? They are my kitchen failures, of course! If the proof is in the pudding these concoctions demonstrate one thing: looks can be deceiving. I wish they’d turned out great so I could share the recipes with you, but since I can’t why not laugh about it?
Behold, SALTY blueberry preserves.
Fig Walnut Canapes a là Locker Room Funk
Chicken Liver Paté – I practically had to dump that bottle of port in to make this one edible. Kind of defeats the purpose, huh?
An experimental chevré frosting that went baaaaad (pun intended)
All of these failures occurred within the last month. That’s why when people tell me I’m a good cook I have to disagree . . . I’m just a persistent one.
What about you? Are you Indiana Jones in the kitchen or do you stick with tried and true recipes?Read More »
Daddypotamus here. I try not to invade Heather’s blog very often, but I wanted to share an important announcement with you: Our local Starbucks is closing for good. As I write this, the party commemorating the last day of business winds to a close. The original location of my standing weekly Daddy/Daughter date is now gone. All things must come to an end, I know. But this one is significant to me.
“What’s the big deal?” my friends have said. “Just go to another Starbucks.”
I would. And I will. But it’s not so replaceable. It’s more than just another Starbucks.Read More »
Congratulations KimberlyK85 and Emily Brown!! Theoretically I knew I couldn’t win my own giveaway, but it is not without a little jealousy that I announce you as the winners. Seriously if one day a bunch of sweet old grandma’s disappear and a few days later the police bust down my front door, it’s NOT because I have kidnapped them so that they can knit for me night and day.
To claim your prize: Go to the contact form and send me your address within seven days.
If you didn’t win and you **NEED** one of these hats as badly as I do (help!), email Kathryn at firstname.lastname@example.org. Mention this giveaway for 10% off!
Back when Katie was little more than a short stack of fat rolls I developed a rather curious fantasy. In my imaginary world all kids came with three switches on their backs: Sleep. Eat. Play.
Need to catch a few more zzzz’s? Sleep.
Broccoli not disappearing quickly enough? Dial up the Eat
Want to get out of your pajamas and look like a human being? Set the timer for 15 minutes on Play
I really wanted that sleep dial.
For the first year of Katie’s life I felt like I was drowning. Trying to work part-time from home meant conference calls while breastfeeding, putting Katie down for naps while going slap happy on myself to stay awake and starting dinner when I heard Daddypotamus‘ key turn in the front door at 6pm. Not that dinner mattered to me by then, anyway. What was important was that my giant yellow life raft of a husband arrived just in time to keep me from drifting down to Davey’s locker.
Why am I rambling about switches and life rafts? Because I recently ran across this brave and vulnerable post by a new mom:
. . . I have always wanted to be a mom. I remember in 8th grade we all wrote what we wanted to be when we grew up. I still have that piece of paper. It says, “Caitlin Shaughnessy wants to be a housewife and a mom.” I never made a very good feminist.
But I somehow missed the boat on how difficult it is to have a newborn baby. Not many people talk about what can happen to your psyche when you’re extremely sleep deprived. Waking up in the middle of the night at 1:30, 3:30 and 5:30 is exhausting. My entire body ached from the birth experience and learning to breastfeed.
All the images I had of parenthood included parents feeling an overwhelming love for their children. However, when Denver was about a week old, I tearfully admitted to Austin that I thought I didn’t love Denver enough. He just demanded so much, I was so hormonal, and I didn’t have all those ooey-gooey feelings that people seem to get for their babies.
Caitlin H (emphasis mine)
Do you not just love this girl for her honesty? Her words took me right back to the beginning of it all. A time when I felt shame at my resentment over the sleeplessness and loss of freedom. The days when I thought being a good mom was about perfecting the art of balance . . . not learning to smile with eyes that burn with exhaustion, serve oatmeal for dinner and throw dirty dishes in the oven when company stops by.
If babies really came with switches I could avoid having to pick Katie up like a football and bolting out of the bed when she starts to bellow in her sleep (Micah is three feet away, sleeping). I could have actually removed the toenail polish I put on for Micah’s birth instead of slowly watching it chip away for four months (perfectly clean now, but those cuticles, yikes!).
A lot of things could have been different, but I’m glad they weren’t. Because honestly, the long stretches between shimmering moments . . . those are the fields where love is grown. Those days when everything went wrong which I would have fast forwarded through without a second thought are where I won every ounce of patience I have gained. I’m still in the pajamas I wore yesterday and haven’t taken a shower yet, but I wear the glow of someone that is learning to love. And so do you.
**Thanks to Caitlin for letting me share part of her story. For an update on how she’s feeling these days check out her letter to her son.
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My former bloggy (and now real life) friend Kathryn owns the cutest little boutique with goodies for all ages . . . sweet blankie/hat sets for little girls, “scrap hats” for the ruggedly handsome half-pint, and even a little something for you. Seriously, I think I am going to need a job so I can afford my addiction to her stuff. Katie **NEEDS** a new hat so I can take her 3 year pics, right??
I wish I had known Kathryn was so talented before I spent six hours on Etsy looking for just the right newborn hat.
Isn’t he sweet? Oh well, enough about my knit obsession. Would YOU like to own one of these adorable creations??? Two lucky winners will get to select a handmade crocheted child’s sized hat from Baby Buttons Design!
Winners will be allowed to select one item from the gallery below. Make sure to drop by her Facebook page to check out all the other cute things she has available!!! (You can actually shop there, too!)
This contest is open to anyone in the world! That means you Anna D and Destiny V . . . and probably a lot of other people whom I mistakenly think live in the United States.
1. Leave a comment below and tell me which hat you’d be likely to select if you won.
**Want more chances to win? Do any of the following and leave a SEPARATE comment for each qualified entry.**
2. Follow Baby Buttons Design on Facebook (three extra entries) or let me know if you already do
3. Become a fan of Mommypotamus on Facebook or let me know if you already are
4. Follow @mommypotamus on Twitter and RT this giveaway (one entry per day)
5. Blog about this giveaway linking to this post and Baby Buttons Facebook page. (three extra entries). Leave your url in the comment section please.
Contest ends January 13th at 10 pm. The winners will be selected via random.org
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Lemons are my sunshine in winter. I don’t know what it is, but I just love them this time of year. And that’s a good thing, because they’re loaded with immune boosting vitamin C (AND citric acid, calcium, magnesium, bioflavonoids, pectin, and limonene. Not bad!)
Lemons are also great for digestion and their fragrance is known to improve mood. This preserved version has the added benefit of probiotic goodness. So why not give them a spot on your menu? Although they are traditionally used in Moroccan dishes, this culinary delight is also wonderful in a refreshing lemon pudding, a zesty tabbouleh or a fabulous preserved lemon and mint alllioli. You’ll love all the uses you’ll find for the rind, which becomes edible during the preservation process. If you don’t like those ideas, here are some more!