Milk. It does a body good.

Breast milk that is!

Penny went in for her 2 month check up today. She weighed in at 12lbs 8oz and is 24" long! As Olive says, "She's growing, growing, GROWING!" 

Wordless Wednesday

Enter to win an ERGO baby carrier!

Sadly not here, but over at The Crafty Nest!

We loooove our Ergo and use it daily for dogwalks, running errands, walks to the park, festivals etc. Both Chris and I find the Ergo to be much more comfortable than other soft carriers we've worn. Plus it can carry kids up to 40lbs, so one carrier will last you from the newborn stage to toddlerhood! (Is toddlerhood a word? It is now!)

Head over to The Crafty Nest and check it out!

I *heart* fall

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I'll take Pillow Talk for 500 Alex.

"I Thought I yelled at someone's third day cattle feed."

What is things my husband says in his sleep.

Ding ding ding!

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I have a confession to make. . .

I like beets. I would go so far as to say I LOVE beets.

It feels really good to have that out in the open. You see, I've always thought I disliked beets. I have even boldly claimed I HATE beets. I wouldn't even try a bite of anything beet related because I was so certain I hated beets.

And it's all my brother's fault.

Once upon a time, many moons ago, in a galaxy far, far away, he made me eat a beet. And not just any beet, a pickled beet. But not only that, he tricked me into eating it. He told me the purpley-red gelatinous looking round slabs on the table at Thanksgiving were jellied cranberries. I ADORE cranberries (yes, the purpley-red gelatinous looking round slabs from a can). So I was all over those "cranberries" like squirrels on a bird feeder. 

Needless to say, one bite in and I realized I had been had. Duped. Punk'd (Except this was in the early 90s and Punk'd wasn't even a twinkle in Ashton Kutcher's beautiful blue eye). 

So from there on out I was a hater. A beet hater. Can you blame me? 

Fast forward 20 years or so and I am now a proud member of a CSA that has a bountiful crop of beets! So I swallowed my pride (fear?) and forced myself to eat beets. And they were good. Excellent. Amazing! 

What is the point of all this random rambling you ask? Well nothing really, other than to say I LOVE BEETS!

Here are a few of the recipes that cultivated my love affair with beets:

Grilled Beets- Peel beets, slice, drizzle with olive oil, s&p to taste, wrap in foil, grill on med until tender and delicious. 45 minutes or so.  (throw in some sliced onion too if you're so inclined)

Beets 'n' Sweets

Chocolate Beet Cake

Beet Greens and Feta Pasta

Enjoy!

What is the point of. . .

having a box of Kleenex in the back window of your car?

Do you reach back there while driving and grab a tissue when you need one? Or do you pull over, get out, get into the backseat and blow your nose? Why can't you keep the box of tissues in a more convenient place?

I don't get it.




And there's a random bit of nonsense for your Saturday.