Because you know, not everything is serious.
- Hot yoga
- All covfefes: lattes, iced, black
- Sprinkle macarons from Bellecour
- Oversized long-sleeved shirts
- Cuddles from Critter
- My engagement and wedding rings which finally fit again
- A full closet of not-maternity clothes, even if I refuse to wear them
- The West Wing and The Real Housewives and Live PD
- Reading books (sometimes)
- All of my girlfriends. The ones without children who love me even through this chaotic stage of life I am in, the ones with children who know my story well, the ones I have only just met who are all in just the same.
My house is full.
I have spent the last eight weeks with a happy heart because my house is full. Which is not to say there isn’t at least one point each day where both children are crying, because there is. On one recent day, both of them pooped within five minutes of one another and then Critter sacrificed a Tupperware bowl to the sink, which he Mourned Intensely for 10 minutes.
But Glitter is here. Critter is here. Marcus is here. I am here.
We are all here.
When people ask me how I am doing it with two I usually give some sort of bland answer about just putting one foot in front of the other which is partially true and the other half is that I just have no idea how we survive each day but somehow we do.
This is the hardest it will ever be, I continue to tell myself.
They are days full of More Crying Than I Would Prefer (from my children) but they are also days of wrestling and roaring like lions and running from the hugglesaurus, reading books, singing songs, a newborn who naps on me.
They are days when my husband and I sometimes spend one hour together at the end of the day, but usually not. It is exciting if we get to eat a reheated dinner together. We are tired. We are happy. We are sometimes frustrated. We are always surprised that we have two children now because how on Earth did that happen.
We are glad.
I went to the dermatologist for my post-partum skin check last Thursday. They removed one mole, it is benign. PARTY TIME. This is your regular reminder to wear sunscreen and to never ever go into tanning beds ever. Also if you have never been, visit a dermatologist for a skin check.
Anyway here is a bunch of stuff I want you all to know about because, well, it’s Tuesday and I feel like sharing.
Maple Leaf Cream Cookies.
I grabbed two boxes of these at ALDI but you can find them at Trader Joe’s too. They’re by far my favorite seasonal treat.
Tall Starbucks Chestnut Praline Latte with an extra shot of Espresso.
This is a delicious, delicious thing.
Trader Joe’s Raises the Bar Granola Bars.
These are just tasty. I think they taste like pancakes and syrup.
Trader Joe’s Maple Pecan Shortbread Bar Mix.
This box mix is overly complex but it is tasty and easier than baking from scratch. 100% will be bringing these bars to both Thanksgivings.
Trader Joe’s Coconut Cold Brew Coffee Concentrate.
It’s like $5 for 16 oz (v. $7-8 for 32 oz). The coconut flavor is strong enough you can mix half of the coconut cold brew with some of the regular stuff and it is still very tropical.
Simpler Wines White Italian Sparkling Wine.
$4 for 4. They make it in rosé. They sell it at Trader Joe’s. It’s cheaper than the Sofia Coppola canned champagne. I want an advent calendar of only this Amen.
So. My last day of work before Glitter arrives was last Wednesday. That is because Rosh Hashanah started that evening and ended on Friday. I was obviously hoping to have a baby by now, but I don’t and realistically where we are at right now she is coming this week. What would have been an ordinarily long four-day weekend is now part of a longer lead-up into my maternity leave.
By Friday, we felt like it was Sunday and now that it is actual Sunday night, I am sort of in disbelief that tomorrow is actually Monday.
Like the last two weekends, we didn’t make any formal plans for this one because we didn’t know what our life was going to look like. Unlike the other two weekends, we knew that this one would be the last as a family of three. So we did our favorite weekend things. Sprinkled throughout with one toddler who had his first daycare cold (which happened two weeks later than we thought it would!) and was on some sort of hunger strike that resulted in one trip to urgent care five minutes before closing. This is real life!
On Saturday morning, we went to Bellecour’s bakery to pick up some treats and then walked down to Wayzata Beach where Critter played on the playground, spied on the people walking their dogs, and ran back and forth over the marina bridge.
And, on Sunday morning, we took him to the Minneapolis Farmer’s Market, where I got flowers, Marcus got his Tollefson breakfast brat, and Critter and I split an order of egg rolls (his fave).
Baube took Critter for a good chunk of the day on Sunday, so we got to go on a lunch date and nap.
We formally introduced Critter to TV and his delight in the Netflix show Spirit (it’s about a horse) was so beyond what I could have imagined, that my only regret is that we didn’t do it sooner. He spent half of the episode cuddling, wide-eyed and in awe of the fact that horses were galloping in our family room and the other half loudly neighing at the TV. I know that this is a phase that will pass, but it was too cute for words, really.
It was A Nice Weekend.
I don’t have the time or energy to organize my thoughts so here we are.
Marcus took this really good snap of me when we were at the cabin over Memorial Day weekend.
Goddess, I know.
Last weekend I went to prenatal yoga for the first time in MONTHS. It nearly broke me, friends. I felt like every time we did an inversion all of the blood in my body was in my head, and while all of the stretching and breathing felt good it did something terrible to my already hinky left glute (THANKS GLITTER). I could barely walk by the end of class. ANYWAY, I am going to give it another shot next week and then I think we’ll have a better idea of whether prenatal yoga is right for me.
Unrelated: we have finally reached the TUMS Time part of pregnancy. #blessed
Greatest revelation of the weekend: ALDI now sells cold brew. I have been keeping an eye out for this in the store for probably…six months? At last, we are victorious! It is $7.49 for a 32 oz jug and there is no price difference between french roast and regular (ahem Trader Joe’s). I bought one of each so that I can try them and then decide which I prefer.
As much as I really do love Trader Joe’s, if I could eliminate my trips for essentials there (cold brew, creamy salted peanut butter, 12 grain bread) so that we were only headed over for the odd case of two buck chuck and house liquor, I would not be mad. It’s a 15 minute drive one way, so I just have other ways that I would rather spend my time.
Thanks to a hot tip from my mama group, I also scooped up a Step 2 brand water table (again, at ALDI) for $30. Critter is delighted with it and we haven’t even put the water in.
Meanwhile we are continuing Critter’s transition to one nap (sob) and he continues to delight us as his proficiency in a variety of animal sounds (snake, owl, lion, butterfly, elephant) expands. He now barks when he sees dogs on walks and it is so cute that it hurts. He says “blub” when he eats Goldfish. We are so excited to meet Glitter but also it is bittersweet that these 13 weeks are the last that it will ever just be Mama and Critter. My tiny sidekick is getting an even tinier sidekick!
Some faves. Because I need to get out all of my maternity clothes and do a closet swap but I am procrastinating because it seems like SO MUCH WORK and also, right now I am using a stainless steel shelving unit as my clothing rack so the inspiration just is not there.
These earrings from Target (not an affiliate link!).
They’re a really cheap knockoff of the Kiki McDonough ones that Kate Middleton wears. I found them when I was cruising Target.com looking for my regular $7.99 three pack of graduated pearl earrings because I needed a re-stock. Anyway, they caught my eye and now I own them.
Grapefruit Spindrift Sparkling Water.
I put off trying this for a long time because it is $3.99 for four cans at Trader Joe’s (outrageous!), but I did and it is a fantastic treat.
I bought this on impulse at ALDI a few weeks ago and now it is a weekly thing, except for this week when they were sold completely out. I have been waiting all week to go back and buy it again because I am addicted. Dried mango = the tastiest snack.
(1) If you’re not following me on Instagram, do so. Obviously. (2) A few weeks ago I looked at my Instagram feed and realized that I am legitimately terrible at posting photos with any regularity. So I started posting photos and videos to my story because for whatever reason that just seems more…manageable right now? I write with the neon glowing pen tool a lot and most of my shares are bad selfies, or food I am eating but that’s pretty much Instagram in a nutshell. Am I right?
Sarah and Kim have been sharing Reverb prompts and Meredith and I are back in the saddle. Because writing can be fun. And we all have a lot to say. Join us.
Give Thanks: Even in the hard years, wonderful things happen. What has filled your heart? What will fill your stomach at the Thanksgiving table?
I think that Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday. I don’t think I really knew that until midway through college, but it is. I am pretty sure I also read somewhere about how the Thanksgiving story wasn’t totally true at all (a quick Google search just confirmed) so I really just love that there is no actual point besides family and eating a lot of food.
I feel like every year, I read at least article deriding traditional Thanksgiving foods as being “tired” and it breaks my heart! Stuffing, green bean casserole, mashed potatoes, relish trays, all of it. Cozy, comforting food to its very core. Honestly, I am somewhat shocked we do not enjoy this feast more than one time in the course of the year. I am already confident that Critter will be delighted by it too.
And lots of hand turkey art (no, seriously…LOOK). The Truest American Art Form. That Critter can now participate absolutely delights me.
What am I so glad for this year? Our Boy Baby. My husband. Our parents. Our siblings. Our friends. Our health.
We have plenty. Enough. An abundance.