Sick and Wrong
Two things I hate to admit being: sick and wrong. I know I’ve been griping on and off about a cold for the last week, but it hit me like a ton of bricks yesterday. I woke up Sunday morning at 4 am feeling like Oprah, Steadman AND Gail were all sitting on my chest. “Hey, let’s sit on her!” I’d like to quash any beliefs that I am always sick or that it has anything to do with the fact that I don’t eat meat or much... Read More
The Sweet Smell of Christmas
With yesterday’s cleaning behind us, we set out today with one goal in mind: to transform our household of tutus, My Little Ponies, tiki idol nightstands, Brandon Roy bobbleheads and bottomless Starbucks coffee mugs into a winter wonderland. The first step in Jesus-ing out our house: a Christmas tree. I steeped a cup of Fireside Chai in half water/half almond milk to take with me and warm me to my core. Wasn’t that nice of Phyllis Diller... Read More
Let’s Keep It Clean
We woke up this morning in some serious need of cleaning: our digestive systems, our house, our mouths and our minds! Before Daddy went into work for a few hours, I did a treadmill walk, some light weights and ab work (I should be clear to start running again tomorrow). After forty five minutes, I had wine and pie coming out of my pores. I could have wrung my sweaty socks out and taken communion. Instead, we made ice cream. I threw some bananas... Read More
Vegan Shmegan
Other potential post titles: Blogger Shmogger Water Shmater Turkey Shmurkey Marco Poll-oh Please allow me to explain. I got a little wrapped up in Thanksgiving today. In fact, I got so wrapped up that I neglected my blogging duties, taking very few pictures. I also neglected simple self-care tasks like drinking a certain beverage we call “water” (please note Wine Shmine, and Coffee Shmoffee were not potential post titles). That... Read More
Peas and Thanksgiving
Today was full of preps for our first vegetarian/vegan/completely weaned off of breast milk Thanksgiving. Can I get an amen?! (And a boob job? ) I think now is a good time for reflection on the things I’m thankful for this year. I think I said it best tonight as I was tearily and hastily shrieking to Pea Daddy on the phone (the holidays bring out the best in me): “No, things aren’t perfect. They can always be better, and... Read More
There’s No Place Like Whole Foods…
Like me preface this post with a disclaimer: I’m not allowed to drive right now. That doesn’t mean I shouldn’t be able to blog now, though! Am I right or am I drugged? Everything went just fine this morning and other than a Harley riding, overly-friendly male nurse who asked my sign and what I like to do for fun, the whole thing was relatively painless. I’m just a little sedated and on ice. My personal caretakers/babysitters... Read More
Guest Post: Pea Daddy in the House
I’ve got all sorts of excuses for why I’m not doing a standard post tonight: namely that my cold has worsened and I now sound like Peter Brady going through puberty. Please ignore the fact that this in no way affects my typing ability. Also, I have Round Two of my back injections first thing in the morning. Don’t be scared for me. I’m happy to have the drugs time to myself. When my husband (aka Pea Daddy) said that... Read More
Warm and Fuzzy
I’m always reminded of my grandma when the holidays grow closer. She WAS the holidays to me. She would slave away in the kitchen making everyone’s favorite dishes, including creamy, fluffy mashed potatoes with nary a lump. I would make my plate and then get a huge soup bowl just to fill with mashed potatoes. We’d have dessert and instead of going back for a piece of pie, I’d go back for more mashed potatoes. I don’t... Read More
Breaking Mom
I’ve decided why I like Twilight: as a mom, I can relate to Edward. He never sleeps, hardly gets to eat and sometimes just wants to bite someone’s head off. Perhaps it was my boasting on Facebook yesterday about how great Lulu’s 2 year checkup went, only to be met with a chorus of kind comments of what a fantastic mom I am. Today, though, I literally felt like my brain was going to implode if I had to spend five more seconds... Read More
Good Sports
I come from a really competitive family. We would play basketball in our driveway until it got too dark to see the ball, until the neighbors got mad at the late-night dribbling or until someone would come inside crying. I’d say 90 out of 100 times, that someone was me. The other 10 were someone who just looks like me. But it didn’t stop with basketball. I don’t like to talk about it much, but something very ugly happened... Read More
The Multi-Task Master
When you are a busy, liquid eyeliner addicted, won’t get up early to workout, always got a new recipe brewing, Facebook friend conflicted mom like me, you learn to get really good at multitasking. Some of the strangest tasks I’ve ever “multied”: Breastfeeding WHILE walking around Disneyland (don’t worry, the Hooter Hider was living up to its’ name and Mickey wasn’t getting a free peek). Read the Bible while... Read More
I May Be Wrong
When I’m wrong, I’m the first to admit it. But I’m also not afraid to call out others when they are talking out of an orifice other than their mouth. I was wrong to stay up until 1 am watching Sarah Palin’s interview with Oprah on the DVR. Politics and the fact that Ms. Palin wears full makeup, a French twist and cat-eye bifocals to step aerobics class aside, I was so disappointed in the lack of sincerity in the interview. ... Read More
It Takes TWO
Now that I’m all caught up on blogs and have left enough cracker jack comments to get the sarcastic and droll parts of my brain warmed up, I feel ready to forge ahead with this post without pulling anything. I was all prepared to give you a “today I woke up, I ate breakfast, I worked out, I ate lunch, etc. etc. etc.” post instead of trying to fit every salad, “stink eye picture” of Lulu, “tutu picture” of... Read More
Pretty Sucky/Still Danged Lucky
This morning I awoke and realized that for everything I could complain about, there are a million reasons to be thankful. Pretty Sucky: My back pain is back to where it was before my procedure a few weeks ago. I haven’t said anything because no one likes a complainer (unless you put “What’s the deal with ___?” in front of it and your name is Jerry). I’m going to the doctor again in the morning, but today I was painfully... Read More
Working Hard or Hardly Working?
Sorry for the absence today, friends, I was working hard. I’ve been putting in a lot of late hours on this big writing project I’ve undertaken and it’s to the point now where my brain is so fried that I turn to Daddy Pea and say, “Is ‘anytime’ one word or two? Is “two-year-old” hyphenated or not? Where the H did Spencer Pratt learn sex ed that he thinks a vasectomy is temporary?” Okay, you caught... Read More
Girls Girls Girls!
It was just the girls and me today. ALL DAY LONG. It was like if Robert Pattinson did a one man show of The Vagina Monologues at a national Alpha Phi convention. It was like if the Jonas Brothers held a complimentary concert in Central Park and were handing out free Bruno Magli stilettos. It was like the Healthy Living Summit. Estrogen overload. I savored the only 20 minutes I had to myself all day by doing intervals on the treadmill. We then officially... Read More
Good Things Come in Daddy’s Package
I must love you all a lot. It is nearly midnight and here I am like a lunatic posting because I operate under the illusion that somehow you won’t survive your Thursday morning without a new post from me. I have my excuses, but hopefully I can reserve those for a later date. Right now, let’s just feel the love. Like the love that fills my heart when I think about what Katie of Chocolate Covered Katie is doing, donating all of her blog... Read More
Entertaining 101
With the holidays quickly approaching, I thought you would appreciate a tutorial on how to throw a mediocre dinner party. Here are my top tips for entertaining. Start your day with some light exercise. “Hide and Go Boo” is a good activity to get your heart pumping for the busy day ahead. Have a light, yet satisfying breakfast, perhaps a Smoothie in a Bowl. frozen strawberries frozen mango frozen pineapple almond milk stevia Kashi... Read More
What I Learned From My Kids Today
If you run out of cinnamon rolls, it’s just plain fine to eat icing for breakfast. If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it. heated Honeycrisp apple cinnamon Kashi Go Lean Pumpkin Spice Granola Don’t ask Daddy to take pictures for the blog. He will take only one photo, and make it as unflattering as possible. The only reason to take a shower is if you smell bad or you think you might get some your mom tells you to. Don’t... Read More
I Have Sinned
In the beginning (or last night) , Mama created cinnamon rolls. And they were good. Vegan Pumpkin Cinnamon Rolls (Makes 6 rolls) Dough: 1 cup almond milk, warm 1 packet yeast 1/4 c. canned pumpkin 2 c. whole wheat pastry flour 1/2 c. organic unbleached all purpose flour 1 T. baking powder 1/4 c. organic sugar or sugar substitute (I used Nu Naturals Stevia Baking Blend) 1 tsp. pumpkin pie spice 1/4 t. salt Cinnful Filling: 1/2 c. brown sugar 1... Read More
This Day In History
I’m taking a day of rest. In the meantime, I thought you might enjoy seeing what this day has looked like before. November 8, 2005 Our very first family portrait ever happened on this day 4 years ago. Gigi looks thrilled. Best. Hat. Ever. I’m considering having another baby girl, just so someone can wear that hat again. The damn cat won’t hold still. November 8, 2006 It seems November 8th was a big day for hats. Obviously... Read More
Use What You’ve Got!
The secret to happiness is making due with what you’ve got. In the words of Tim Gunn, “Make it Work!” Case in point: 1. I’ve got a cold. As you may recall, the Peas had a cold about a week and a half ago, which I fought off…until last night. Daddy came home yesterday, and upon seeing me in my hat, planted an amazingly passionate kiss on me. He must have a thing for greasy haired individuals in hats, which suddenly... Read More
They Gave Me “Doh” Boot
“Mahhhmmeee…wayow awe YOOOOOU?” Translation: “Mommy, where are you?” That’s how I woke up at 6:20 am. Geesh Lulu. We’ve been over this a hundred times. It’s “Daddy! Daddy! I want Daddy!” Still, I decided to do the right thing and let Daddy sleep a little longer. Hmm..what quiet activity could we do at 6:20 am, when I’m still half asleep, blurry eyed and in need of a Super... Read More
What Time Is It?
Couch cushion obstacle course? Must be “7 a.m. horseplay” time. Lulu taking a spill? Must be deja vu time. Smoothie In a Bowl? Must be breakfast time. 1/2 banana 1/2 c. almond milk 2 large handfuls of spinach large scoop of silken tofu 1 c. frozen strawberries ~1/4 c. Kashi Go Lean ~2 T. granola Gigi hamming it up for the camera? Must be “Warming up for School Picture Day” time. Black bean burger salad? Must be “Leftovers... Read More
It’s All About the Form
Sometimes life is like a jump shot. It’s all about the form. Good form: I managed to get a thirty minute run in this morning before the hubs left for work. Bad form: Though I’d planned on lifting weights and doing some ab work, I simply stayed in my workout clothes for the next four hours with nary and outing nor a respectable degree of work to show for it. Good form: I had a green smoothie for breakfast. 1/2 c. frozen strawberries 1/4... Read More
Little Miss Sunshine
Someone’s got their diapers in a bunch, and for once it’s not Larry King. The day started out great! We were all up at 6:30, but well rested thanks to that extra hour yesterday. I was able to head out for a leisurely 30 minute run on the treadmill, where the Today show pointed out that Matt Lauer did not look like Ellen on Halloween, as I had said, but that he was actually Bruno. I stand corrected. After my run and getting Gigi... Read More
La-dee-dah-dee, We Likes to Party
I couldn’t bring myself to take the night off, so I’m going an old school on you. Yup, it’s poem time! Gigi was up, so bright and so early, Her hair looking crazy, her hair looking curly, You’d think it was Christmas, there’d be no more waiting, She grabbed her new unicorn and paints for painting. So what if the candy she’d earned now was gone, Save for the Reese’s that Dad shared with Mom. I still wanted... Read More
