Resolutions yet again

It’s been a few weeks since I posted anything. I’ve been spending time with family and now that all the madness is coming to a close, back to writing. Since it’s New Year’s Eve, it’s time for the proclamations and intentions for the new year. I’ve decided to publically share my top three (mainly to keep myself accountable.)

1) Be more present with my son

We are so busy trying to capture the moment that we often miss it completely.  When I’m with my son I want to turn off the electronics and be with him.

2) Tone that post baby body up.

Well my son is almost 10 months old and while I lost most of the baby weight a while ago, my body does not look the same. Pilates, here I come.

3) Organization

Time to stop living like I did in college and get organized. I am mom that works full time from home and is finishing my degree at night. I am extremely busy and need to change my ways of living in constant chaos.

Well those are just a few personal goals I have for the new year. Wishing all of you a prosperous and healthy New Year! Bring on 2013!

Here’s my son ready to party!




“It’s like eating ground up teeth”

My husband said this me one night after I attempted a fancy rice dish. Ha. While snarky, it was very accurate. I am the absolute worst in the kitchen. The only thing I’ve perfected is Sangria. My husband’s face lights up when we go out to eat like he’s never tasted food before. I once thought it would be great idea to put maple breakfast sausage in spaghetti. (I don’t recommend this.) I am the queen of serving bland veggies and I somehow always over-season chicken. You name it, I’ve burnt it.

In my defense, I just started cooking. My husband was the chef and up until our schedules changed, he did most of the cooking. I never learned the basics when I was younger. In college, I lived off of ramen and granola bars.

So here and now, I am announcing to the world (or you who are reading this) that my New Years resolution is be less awful and more awesome in the kitchen. I no longer want to be requested to bring ice to family parties. Take-out cannot be my forte. Cooking classes here I come! 🙂