Lessons From Easter
1. Nothing soothes the disappointment of not getting a kitten for Easter like a few jelly beans at 6:30 a.m. Obviously. 2. No one has a problem spotting a jelly bean that the Easter Bunny dropped five feet beneath our couch, but no one can find Gigi’s tights that I laid out for her to wear to church. 3. God probably frowns upon yelling at your family unintelligibly about lost tights more than He frowns upon bare legs. Or being late for... Read More
Cooking in the Living Room
There’s no question that the concept of cooking being an act of love was taught to me by my mom. She was a much better housewife than I am. Laundry was put away after it was folded, not stashed in a basket in the corner of her bedroom for two weeks so everyone could just come hunt through the basket when they needed clean underwear. She was always an incredible cook too. It seems like every night she’d have a big spread of homemade food on... Read More
A Day For Mama: Phoenix, Day 4
If Friday was a day for Pea Daddy, Then today was all about me. Not that I have anything against sitting on scalding metal bleachers on a 90-degree Phoenix day, surrounded by men with two beers the size of my head in his hands and women wearing booty shorts and four-inch stilettos to a Spring Training baseball game. This is heaven to some. Some Pea Daddies. But for me, I’m totally out of my element. Now this? This I could get... Read More
Lessons from the Road: Phoenix Edition, Day 1
It’s a two and a half hour flight to Phoenix. It’s 87 degrees. If you are three and five years-old, having unlimited juice at a pre-flight breakfast buffet is like winning the lottery. But not for the parent on airplane bathroom duty. It’s a two and a half hour flight to Phoenix. It’s 87 degrees. You don’t need eight pairs of shoes. You need flip-flops. Shoes weigh a lot. If you were to, say, remove ten pounds of shoes from your... Read More
Meals on Wheels
I have to be the most indecisive person ever. Wait, maybe I’m not. I can’t decide. If I didn’t have other people to make decisions for me, I’m pretty sure I would be huddled in the corner of my room, hugging my knees and rocking back and forth. Or maybe I’d be on my couch. It’s hard to choose. That is why I’ve come up with a fool proof decision-making method. I once read that one of the best ways to make decisions is to flip... Read More
Mother Goose
Dear God… something stinks. It might be Mommy. (Mommy is now wishing Pea Daddy’s friends, a few neighbors and friends of her parents would skip this post. I’ve got to keep it real, though.) I’ve led Pea Daddy to believe that I have an invisible pet goose. This goose first came to visit one evening when we were hanging out in my apartment in law school, sipping on Diet Pepsi and sitting in a completely upright position on the end of my... Read More
Living La Vida Loca
If I thought flying on a plane solo was crazy, I had no idea what I was in store for. I almost got right back on a plane as I walked into our hotel and was met by a man holding a placard that said, “Sarah.” How nice!, I thought, Ashley sent someone to greet me! As he led me to a van and asked me what time my flight left, I knew that I was not his “Sarah.” Side note #1: Pea Daddy, I’m only your “Sarah.” And I miss you. Side note... Read More
Carpool Cool
I intentionally wore a dress today so that I didn’t have to worry about where my jeans hit my waist, if the back pockets took up most of the rear and if they were tapered down into white Keds. You see, I was in full “mom mode” today. A lot like when I made the transition out of Nordstrom’s Brass Plum into Point of View, I thought, “I’m much too young for this!” (As an aside, if you are over 22 and still... Read More
Don’t Have a Cow
I’d be lying if I said I never was a big burger fan. My mom tells the story of when I was Lulu’s age and tried to stick an entire McDonald’s hamburger in my mouth. As half of the bun spilled from my lips, filled with the pressed patty, almost non-existent squirts of ketchup and mustard, two thin, limp slightly cooked pickles and minced onions that had no business being there, I used both pointer fingers, one right after the other... Read More
More than Swim Lessons
I promise not to talk about the girls’ swim lessons for the next two weeks straight. I can’t help it, though. It’s an amazing experience watching my girls learn and grow (from a “I can dive in and rescue if I have to” distance). They aren’t the only ones learning, though. They taught me some valuable lessons today. Like: Lead by example. I think Gigi is starting to now grasp how much Lulu dotes on her... Read More
The Most Dramatic Post Ever
More false words have never been spoken. Except for a few. Like “I don’t expect much from my husband.” I most certainly expect him to jump out of bed at 12:30 a.m. (regardless of the fact that he is the responsible adult that has been asleep for an hour) and dispose of the hamster-sized spider that was on our bathroom wall. He didn’t budge from that bed. I don’t consider myself a defenseless female and I don’t... Read More
It’s a Girls’ Night
I love my husband, truly. But we also enjoy a night when it’s just us girls. When Gigi found out that Pea Daddy was going out to watch the NBA Finals with friends tonight, she excitedly asked, “Is it a Girls’ Night?!” I confirmed her suspicions and then asked her why she liked Girls’ Nights so much. “Because we get to spend time with you, Mom.” Apparently she’s forgetting the other 15 hours we’ve... Read More
Pea Mail: Winging It, Lunch Edition
We are literally pooped and had a day full of errands and laundry (for obvious reasons), so I thought today would be a great day to pick up with Part II of reader Jessica’s question. You may want to see the previous Pea Mail posts to bring yourself up to speed: Pea Mail: Winging It, Breakfast Edition Pea Mail: Vegan to Go Here again is Jessica’s eloquent and flattery-filled question (as all questions should be…): Hey Mama Pea, Love... Read More
Wiki-PEA-dia
Independent: adj.; not dependent, as in insisting on putting one’s coat on and refusing any and all help, despite having it on completely upside down. “Tummus”: noun; 1) a popular fictional locomotive; 2) a delicious Mediterranean chickpea spread, as in “Mommy, can I have some tummus and crackers?” Peencher Peencher: noun; 1) a protective kitchen accessory used to remove items from a hot oven; 2) a game designed... Read More
I Am Protein
And Pro-Teen. He’s dreamy. And in third grade. Thanks for everyone’s supportive comments on the new road I’m heading down. Very few of you voted for a one liner about potty training and a vegan cookie recipe, though you’ll probably get that tomorrow anyway, so put on your plastic pants and preheat your oven. As for how this will play out blog-wise, I may return to the food diary format on some days and on others just have... Read More
I’m Going Through “The Change”
Before Gigi started preschool, I was terrified. To know Gigi, is to love her. I know it’s cliche, but she just has sunshine coming out of her fingertips and joy coming out of her curls. I’m a creature of habit, and the fact that for nine hours a week I would not have her warmth around me made me want to lock her in our house, sew all of her clothes, and never let her cut her hair. Yet somehow, Lulu and I have settled into our mornings... Read More
It’s Makeover Time!
Cue the Jays…it’s makeover time! Of course, prior to a makeover, one must consult the latest trends and fashions… …and try to gain an understanding of the process. Don’t forget to eat a good breakfast. 2 c. spinach 1/4 c. orange juice 1/4 c. almond milk 1 scoop vanilla protein powder ice 1/2 c. frozen peaches 1/2 t. guar gum 3/4 – 1 t. xanthan gum I madeover my usual smoothie in a bowl by adding a ridiculous... Read More
The Bright Side
When life hands you lemons… make Lemon Rosemary Roasted Chickpeas! Nothing about the last 24 hours really went as expected. Still, no one wants to hear me whine, so I’m simply going to relate them to you in the most annoyingly positive way possible! I didn’t even need my alarm to wake up Friday morning and was even able to pay a visit to my general practitioner to test out my new health insurance! I was happy to let McDreamy... Read More
Make New Friends, But Keep the Old
I did most everything yesterday with the aid of an old friend, my glasses. I got the fun diagnosis from the optometrist on Friday that I need to wear my glasses primarily for the next three months since I am guilty of overusing my contacts even more than I am overguilty of using my liquid eyeliner and “That’s What She Said” jokes. Can you blame me though? Like a man in a mid-life crisis, I’ve got a new friend coming in... Read More
Back Asswards
Today’s been like Anne Heche’s relationship history: completely bizarre and to be blamed on daddy issues. In our case, Pea Daddy had an arbitration early this morning, followed by a meeting tonight (or so he says…), so our whole day was kind of thrown off. Every morning my workout time is from 6:30 to 8 a.m. each morning, but since Pea Daddy had to leave early, I had to get up a half hour earlier than usual. That half hour... Read More
Fresh From The Farm
Today Pea Daddy and I celebrated our sixth wedding anniversary. If you had told me six years ago that I’d be a vegan food blogger/permanently retired attorney/stay-at-home mom to a curly-haired ballerina and a pig-tailed princess, and that I love and respect my husband even more than I did that day, I wouldn’t have believed you. It’s too good to be true. In preparation for the big day, we cleaned house (Gigi was so scared, I... Read More
