I love Mother’s Day. I love scrolling through social media and seeing all of the smiling faces, beautiful flowers, messy breakfasts, and chocolate covered strawberries. Because Motherhood is HARD and goodness knows we deserve a day to celebrate all that we do. Continue reading “Those Aching on Mother’s Day”
One thing I did not anticipate about motherhood was how much of my brain power would be used to focus on when and how much my kid was eating once she moved to solids. Breakfast, snack, lunch, milk, snack, dinner, nurse. It’s like she eats all day long! Gone are the days when all I had to do was plan dinner. Thankfully, these Fruity Oatmeal Muffins make snack time much easier. I got the recipe from, surprise, my friend Jordan, who got it from HealthyLittleFoodies.com. I love them because they are simple and easy to whip up, you can sneak some veggies in, they don’t crumble like a regular muffin so they aren’t as messy, and they taste pretty darn delicious. I usually make a batch (12-15 depending on the size of your bananas) and freeze them. At the beginning of the day I pull one out and it’s defrosted by snack time.
The recipe below is my tweaked version which includes the addition of veggies and spices, but you can also give the original a whirl. I know Jordan’s little girl is a fan! Continue reading “Fruity Oatmeal Bites”
I was catching up with a friend the other day who I hadn’t talked to in ages. We knew each other in a former life. By former I mean career-driven-pre-kid (and for me, pre-husband) life. Now we’re both in the beautiful, yet challenging, trenches of motherhood. She started off the conversation by saying how amazing and fabulous I make motherhood look. I literally laughed out loud. The majority of the time I feel like a failure. And what she couldn’t see was on the other end of the phone I looked like a mess. I was standing in my kitchen with my hair in what once resembled a bun, wearing yoga pants and no makeup. I’d also yet to shower since returning from working out. Points for at least making it to the gym, right? Continue reading “The Messiness of Motherhood”
Just a little over a month after returning from Hawaii, the Tuckers are once again boarding a plane. This time we’re headed to Vancouver, British Columbia! I’ve been to Canada before but never B.C. Luke is going for work but it’s all fun and games for Olivia and me. (One of the many benefits of being home during this season of life.) And to make it even better, my sister is meeting us there! Continue reading “Canada, eh?”
I have a love/hate relationship with Olivia and solids. On one hand, it’s awesome when she can just eat what we are having. On the other hand, I now have to come up with two additional meals a day plus two snacks. It’s easy to skip breakfast and lunch when it’s just me eating, but I can’t exactly tell a 13-month-old to wait all day for dinner. Continue reading “Breakfast for Baby”
The Tuckers are officially on vacation! We knew this trip would be different than our other international travel since we have Olivia in tow. Normally we’re up shortly after the sun with a long list of things to do. For this trip, we’ve planned one activity per day with lots of down time for Olivia. We also built a day on either end to get her adjusted to the eight hour time difference. She did phenomenal on the plane and foolishly I actually thought she’d adjust in just one day. I’d even mentally written a blog post about how we did it. In my mind, we were pretty much amazing. What a fool I am! Talk about eating a slice of humble pie. Or more like the entire pie. Continue reading “What a Fool I Am”
I was trolling through Facebook today when I came across this post:
The butterflies in my stomach have lost their wings.
Of course this could mean many things, but one tends to assume it has something to do with love, or a lack thereof. As I continued to scroll mindlessly through my friends’ posts my thoughts wandered to the man sitting next to me in the car. I suddenly realized the butterflies in my stomach have been on break for quite some time. My husband no longer gives me butterflies. Continue reading “My Husband No Longer Gives Me Butterflies”