Strawberry Cupcakes!

Apparently I have nothing interesting to talk about. If I did, I might be on here more than once a month or so. But I did make strawberry cupcakes this week! I made a strawberry puree and folded it into my batter. After the batter was in the cups, I added some more puree on top and slightly mixed it in. Then I made some tasty strawberry buttercream frosting to top it all off. They were soooo delicious. I ate way too many and had to bust my butt at Pilates this morning hoping to counteract the calories...lol.

Really?!

Wow. My last blog was in May...really? I love how horribly unmotivated I can be. I really don't understand myself. When I started this back in May, I told myself that I would write EVERY DAY. No matter what...EVERY DAY. Even if I really had nothing to say...EVERY DAY!!!! What is wrong with me? I wish I could tell you that it's because I'm a busy mother of two. I wish I could tell you that my kids were neatly pressed and dressed everyday. That my house is immaculate. That I never get behind on laundry or dishes. I really, really wish I could tell you that I'd mopped my kitchen floor at least once in the last month...but I can't. I can tell you that I've spent an obscene amount of time on Facebook. I can tell you that I've watched more reality tv than is healthy for any human being. And I can also tell you that I've carefully followed other blogs, while paying no attention to my own. Ugh. Oh well, let's start over then. See you tomorrow! Or will I?

Mother's Day

So, my Mother' s Day didn't go exactly as I'd planned it. I woke up with a bit of a stomach ache, which is always fun. We didn't get ready in time to make it to church, and I was really looking forward to going as a family. The weather, that has been beautiful all week, took a turn to the wet and dreary. This pretty much made any outdoor activity impossible with two small children. And Chloe decided to wake up in a very cranky mood. Sigh.

But then, something started to happen. Chloe gave me the cutest Mother's Day Card. It had flowers and ladybugs on it, and she had scribbled all over it. Brandon had taught her to say "Happy Mother's Day". Music to my ears. My card from Brandon was equally as endearing...he always knows exactly what to say to turn me into a big pile of mush. He whipped me up a cinnamon bagel and butter for breakfast, which was about all my stomach could handle. We spent the morning watching Jonah smile and coo. My friend Lindsey surprised me by stopping by the house and bringing me flowers. It was so thoughtful of her, especially considering how busy she is right now. I put them up right next to the beautiful roses Brandon brought home for me last night. I got to finish my latest crochet project, and watch whatever I wanted on TV. That ended up being Little Women. I'd forgotten how much I love that movie, and that book. I need to read it again. Brandon watched Jonah so I could go to bed, catch up on my current book (New Moon), and take an afternoon nap. My stomach finally started feeling better. And now, I've just come in from the patio where I was watching Chloe run gleefully all over the back yard, while Brandon is grilling me a New York strip steak and some super jumbo shrimp. Jonah is sleeping peacefully in his swing, and somehow I can't help but thinking...this is the life.

So, no. My Mother's Day didn't go exactly as I planned. The best ones never do.

You have nothing to fear but blog itself.

Ok, so here goes nothing. I've been trying to talk myself into this blog thing for quite some time now. I've always found a reason not to start. I didn't have the time. I don't know what to write about. It's been so long since I've written anything that my grammar and vocabulary aren't exactly up to snuff. Who would really read it anyway? Then I finally came to the realization that the only thing stopping me was...well, me. Fear is a funny thing. I have a fear that if I put myself out there, people won't get me. Or if I start writing something, I'll discover that I don't have any talent at all, and that my high school English teacher was horribly wrong about me.

I'm still not sure what this blog will even be about. I'm sure it will mostly consist of stories about potty training and breastfeeding. What else can you expect from a woman who spends her days at the mercy of a stubborn (but wonderfully amazing) 2 year old, and a 2 month old that I can never put down? I'm sure you will grow tired of tales of sinks full of dishes, and baskets of laundry that never get put away. But maybe, just maybe it could grow into something bigger. Who knows? All I really know is that I'm tired of the fear getting in the way.

So, like I said...here goes nothing.