knitting, drawing, baking, & homemaking my way through motherhood
I’ve done quite a lot of baking with Violet this month, and thought I’d share of few of the recipes we enjoyed best! What have you been baking lately? I’d love to hear recipe recommendations! 1. Apple Donuts We all 3 LOVED this recipe by “The Cake Blog” It’s not
Violet has been doing a lot more painting and drawing these days, and I wanted to make something useful out of her artwork. So we cut some of her big paintings into strips, laminated them, added simple tassels, and made bookmarks! We wrote a little note on the back of
I wanted to make Violet a felt board, but I didn’t really want to buy (or DIY) a frame. So I was staring around my basement, and thought: AHA!! A storage box! I stretched a big piece of felt over the lid, snapped the lid in place, cut out some
Sometimes I think Motherhood is just “toddlerhood 2.0.” You know what I mean? Like, I’m basically trapped in a gut-wrenching awakening where I’m growing in tandem with my little tornado-of-raw-emotion! Everything moves so fast. The emotions and hormones are WILD. It’s a daily barrage of love and exhaustion and frustration
I have this annual tradition of writing a birthday letter to my daughter. And this year, when I sat down to draft my little love note, I noticed an old file on my computer, titled: “Letter to Future-Violet as a Mom” …I had completely forgotten about this letter. I wrote
dear beth, (dear me) dear naive sweet-eyed girl of 12 hours ago. i’m so sorry to hear that your Mother(s) Day was… a disappointment. if it’s any consolation, your husband is surely kicking himself square in the balls. and like, you can always “sleep in” when you’re dead. plus, you
And when you find you have arrived, there will be no applause; No comfort or assurances that you indeed belong. You will not find it right away; Alas! the growth is slow. But once you’re there, you’ll feel the air has lightened undertow. In truth, it is the absences that
“Attention is the rarest and purest form of generosity.” -Simone Weil So twenty-one days ago, I posted this family photo on Instagram where we’re smiling radiantly near a sparkling lake at dusk. And I look really pretty. And Violet is making a sweet, silly face. And Jacob is lookin’ the
My husband has this thing he likes to say, in a cheerful voice, accompanied by an uber-fake smile and a thumbs up. He says: “My hopes are high, and my expectations are low!” LOL. Usually it makes me laugh. But not always. Because my expectations are high. Like. Reeeal high.
K, raise your hand if you have ever known someone who *liked* to do laundry. Anyone? Any takers? …*crickets chirping, as NO ONE raises a hand* … …Well, I HAVE. YUP! Ding-ding-ding! It’s… My Mom!!! Haha, I’m being dramatic. I actually love that my Mom likes doing laundry. In fact,