Hello, is it me you’re looking for?

It’s been a while since I wrote to you and I’m really not that sorry. You see the beauty of this blog is, its not the boss of me. I’m the boss of me. Well sorta. But in case you are reading this and you would like to know, Hello. It is February. Where the H did January go? I have a flash back to last year at this time. I was about four/five months pregnant and getting the best advise from everyone I know and did not know. By best, I mostly felt as if people really didn’t like to be parents. I was told over and over again all the things I would never do after my baby came. ”OH, you’ll never cook dinner like that again.””Your never going go on those weekend trips like that.” “Oh, you think your busy now!” “Oh you better read now, because once your baby comes, you lose the ability to read.” (Okay, maybe I stretched that last one a little bit, but seriously people be hatin’.)

I remember thinking to myself how sad it was that people really felt like this. It was like they felt as if they couldn’t continue to do the things they wanted and in some way blamed the result of their own decision to pro-create. I believe it’s about priority and what you hold important. If you want to cook dinner every night, find a way. Maybe now that looks more like crockpot and freezer meals, then a trip to the grocery every night. If you want to have a weekend out with your loved one, find a sitter. If you can’t find one, call me. If you want to read a book, make the time. I won’t list all the responsibilities and things/work I did before I had Mason, but “Busy” was my norm. Everyone handles ”busy” in their own way. I thrive off pressure. Now with Mase here, its the same kind of busy with about twenty four more inches and nineteen pounds. I’m not saying things didn’t change for me. There are sacrifices. I can’t go anywhere alone with out my breast pump, I keep forgetting to put on my deodorant, and for the life of me I cannot remember what I was just going to say. BUT… I make dinner with my husband and son almost every night. Then I allow grace in myself and my expectations when we order pizza. We get out pretty much every weekend with and without Mason. This kid is the life of the party!  I am reading two books, The Zookeepers Wife: A War Story by Diane Ackerman and Walking from East to West: God in the shadows by Ravi Zacharias.

So, I am still pumping the life out of me every time I am away from Mason, I stink, and I can’t remember what that one thing was. But I am happy. I am so over the moon happy. If you’re not, do something about it. Change your attitude, change your perspective, or go and cook this:


This slow cooker enchilada quinoa bake is the shiz. My girl Neesha sent me this pin. I followed everything except the sauté step in the beginning. I just couldn’t wait and threw it all in! She told me to take it one step further and wrap it up in tortillas making enchilada’s. I plan to try that soon! Let me know what you think…