After spending the evening out at a pub for my husband’s birthday, a friend asked me if I miss the bar scene now that I have a baby and don’t make it out to ‘party’ much (not like I really did before, but that kinda ruins the punch line here)
Do I miss not spending more nights out with friends, having a few drinks? That got me thinking and my readers should know what that means! I introduce to you…
The Top Ten Reasons Why My Baby is Like a Drunk Person
1) She has no shame being naked in public.
2) She can vomit without warning.
3) She passes out after having a bottle.
4) She can only stand up if she’s holding onto something, just to fall a couple seconds later.
5) She can burst into tears for no particular reason.
6) She will pass out in odd places
7) She thinks it’s hilarious when she burps or farts.
8) She doesn’t make sense when she talks.
9) She will suddenly get too affectionate and try to cuddle you.
And of course…
10) She wets herself.
I hope that answers my friend’s question. To summarize, why do I need to hang out at a bar or pub, when I have a little drunk at home
I’ve seen this circulating and I had to share it just in cased you missed it!
I’ll always be proud to be a mom, but this brought it to a new level.
Who says you can’t have fun with quesadillas and change them up? If you’re like me and LOVE brie cheese and mangos then you MUST try this! Just a little something I cooked up to tackle a bunch of cravings at once…no I’m not pregnant, I just love food more than the average human.
*You can also swap the mangos and cilantro butter for cooked apples in cinnamon and raspberry jam! Mmmm! Delicious!
Makes 4 Quesadillas
- Tortilla Wraps
- 2 Ripe Mangos
- 2 medium Grilled Chicken Breasts
- 350 grams Brie Cheese
- 1/4 c. Butter
- 2 tbsp finely chopped Cilantro
- 1 tbsp finely chopped Dill (optional)
Melt the butter with the finely chopped cilantro and dill in small saucepan on the stove. Keep it on the lowest heat setting, stirring occasionally while you chop the chicken and mangos. Alternatively, you can use the microwave to melt the butter, but letting it simmer on the stove will allow the flavours to blend fully and get happy! Chop the chicken and mangos into smaller chunks so they’re easier to work with.
Slice the brie into thin slices and set aside. Start warming up a skillet on medium heat when all of your ingredients are ready. Keep in mind that every stove is different. I find that I need to cook these in the middle of the low and medium heat setting or the tortilla cooks too fast or burns without the cheese melting.
With a pastry or sauce brush (or carefully with a spoon) spread a small amount of the cilantro butter mixture into the skillet and give it about 30 seconds to heat up.
Put a tortilla in the pan and spread a little more of the cilantro butter mixture over the whole thing. Start layering the brie, mango and chicken (in that order) on half of the tortilla. Try not to overload it as that will cause issues when you are trying to fold and flip it! Immediately fold the other half over, covering the ingredients in the fold. When the bottom is brown enough to your liking, gently flip the quesadilla over to cook the other side. When both sides are a nice golden brown, put it on a plate or cutting board and cut it into wedges and enjoy!
I figured I would finally give in to Throwback Thursday with a modern twist! Here’s a picture of myself and Piper around the same age. I’d like to take this opportunity to give a HUGE shout it to my mom for dressing me like a clown. It complimented my orange-like hair and skin tone wonderfully. Thank you mother; thank you. Now my followers might understand why I felt the need to dress my own daughter up as a leprechaun last month and like (spoiler alert) a bunny for Easter.
I think Brazil takes the cake when it comes to pranks! I had seen the ghost in the elevator a year ago and it creeped me out, but now I found the corpse in the elevator…. enough said!
If you like a INTENSE scare, check these out. If you creep out easily DO NOT HIT PLAY!
“It’s something you will understand when you have kids”
I heard that many times in my life. I am sure that my mom must have used that phrase countless of times when I was in my teens….probably for a good reason. In fact, I am sure many people hear that phrase and some get offended by it, while others might just shrug it off.
I have to admit that in my case…it was true.
Something happened today; something that got me really thinking about those ‘things’ that I probably wouldn’t have understood before becoming a mother. My little girl rolled over for the first time. For some, that might not be a big deal, but for me and other parents, that was a really proud moment. In light of this glorious moment I wanted to put together a list of things that I didn’t understand until I became a mother. To all my followers out there…go ahead and comment on this post to add to my list.
- In a matter of seconds, you could love something more than life itself
- Seeing a tiny little face light up with a huge smile brings a tear to your eye
- Being proud of the little milestones that just happen
- Feeling like it’s the end of the world when the batteries die in the baby swing or her favourite toy
- Taking a million photos of the same ‘pose’ and not wanting to delete any
- How much time it takes to actually get everyone ready and out the door
- Favourite furniture and processions are put in storage or sold to make room for all of her ‘must haves’
- How you enter full-on panic mode when the diaper bag is left behind
- Having a need to buy too many cute baby clothes even though she will only wear them once…if at all
- Needing to think hard about every decision you make because it isn’t just about you anymore
- You are not grossed out when you find poop, pee and/or puke on you
- When they are getting older and you can finally get more sleep and not have to change a diaper, you tear up because they are getting older.
- How being a mother really does come naturally
- Why you would want to do it all over again…and again
- Believing in miracles
…and my little miracle turned 7 months old last week! In honour of this post (and because you all keep asking for more) check out Piper’s 7 month photos
I wanted to share a specific (use to be secret) routine of mine to help people find their own routine. No matter what the day is going to hold, good or bad, everyone needs to have an amazing start. Sometimes, regardless of what happens in your day, if you start it off inspired and positive…it just won’t matter.
What do I do? You have to promise you won’t judge me…
I put on one of my favourite songs that inspires me to have the best day ever and inspires me to dance! I have danced since I was 5 years old and I will still be dancing after what I am sure will be numerous hip replacements. I crank up Best Day of My Life by American Authors, and I shake what my mother gave me! Usually, I pick up Piper and we dance together. I am not sure which one of us has the biggest smile. Even though I was trained for years, I just have fun and dance like a fool! I am sure if the neighbours see, they think I must have sneaked some glorious liquid into my coffee, as I’m dancing like Chandler off of Friends!
Who gives a crap?
Sometimes you just have to act like a fool in order to be the best you can be! When the song ends, I sometimes put another one on, but I am usually charged up for the day. I am inspired to tackle my work load, give my baby girl a great day and work on my books, knowing that something amazing will come out of all of it.
Many people search for inspirations, I make my own! Boom!
If you are having a bad day, week, month or even year. Take a few moments to put on your favourite song, put on a huge smile and put those negative feelings behind you.
I was in the middle of dancing to this song when I believed that I could live my dreams and find a publisher for my books….now that one dream is just the beginning.
Hey, I think Ellen Degeneres is onto something here!
If you really don’t like dancing, do something else. Find what inspires you and spend at least 10 minutes doing it everyday and then let me know how something so simple changed your life.
Having trouble finding your inspiring routine?
Go ahead, borrow mine….
Here it is! Crank it up and start your day out right!
So, a day before Piper’s 7 month birthday, it finally happened…
wait for it (insert suspenseful music here) I got poop on me…
Who am I kidding, there was poop in more places then on me.
I’m ahead of myself, let me start from the beginning.
In the past couple of weeks, when we start Piper’s bedtime routine, she goes crazy. It’s like she just polished off a bag of marshmallows (okay, that might have been me, but on with the story) and she is on a total sugar high. She starts to squirm and do weird flops on the change table. The best comparison would be to a fish out of water…just slightly less slimy (pending on whether or not it’s bath day). Normally this behaviour is rather humorous. It makes it difficult for her to get her night-time change and baby massage, but it was never a big deal…until now!
See, my precious baby decided to fill her pants something fierce right before bed. When I say fill, I mean FILL to the brim! I was trying to get the dirty diaper off and clean her while she was flopping around like a fish. Yeah, as you might have guessed, it didn’t go too well. I was trying lift her feet and legs up so she didn’t smear her poopy bum all over the change table cover. It was all a blur so I don’t even know how my nice white jammies got caught in the crossfire! I have to admit, I was two seconds away from picking her up by one foot, letting her hang upside down and take her to the shower to get hosed down!
That kid may have one the battle, but this mom won the war! I got her changed and put to bed…with minimal poop damage.
Now…to burn those pjs.