Going Against the Grain

Intentionally starving my children from technology. If I had a daughter, I'd make her wear actual clothing from the pioneer days of Laura Ingalls Wilder. Luckily for my children, they are both boys.
Maybe My Niche is Just Being a Mother?

Maybe My Niche is Just Being a Mother?

This will be an extremely cliche’ boring mom post. Filled with baking pictures and kids playing a Pinterest inspired activity. Just a disclaimer to anybody looking for something juicy, this is not the post.

Hopefully this feeling of inadequacy is just part of the transformation process as I slowly and awkwardly morph into a productive and more importantly sane stay at home mom . I’m trying to find some sort of groove or my “niche” to slide into and it’s not quite as picturesque as I hoped it would be.

Breastfeeding forces me to be pretty stationary and that’s not something a 2 year old nods their head at in understanding. So right now since one is so little and the other is …also little (but pretty big considering his competition I suppose), making one happy generally makes the other one unhappy.

You know that saying, “You can’t please everybody.” ?

I feel like I’m pushing that to it’s limits a lot lately.

So it’s a lot of give and take and choosing my battles. In conjunction with a stern mom voice and a middle name.

It’s also a lot of Pinterest and books.

#2 is aggressively on the go now. Anything that is yours, is not anymore.
It all just happened so fast.
Today Liam learned the difference between whipped cream and whipped Dawn dish soap.
He recovered quickly.


I get a lot of enjoyment out of baking. I will admit entirely (not proudly) to being a control freak. Baking gives that quirk (sure, that’s what we’ll call it) an opportunity to channel it into something positive and productive. If the end product is a total dumpster fire of a dish, then the only person to blame is me.

When you have an amazing dish come out is the oven, it’s rewarding. I did it right! Yes!

But on the flip side, it’s very humbling to be put in your place by a poorly executed, tiny macaron shell.

Lots of trial and error and learning something doesn’t work by watching it fail slowly in front of you for 40 minutes at 350°.

Pretty much my entire life.

Messy sink, dessert bar batter and farm fresh eggs.
This picture basically means that I can consider pursuing a career in food photography right? I thought so too.
If you were hesitant with the last photo, this one should really convince you. I have no idea what I’m doing.
We have a family cook book with recipes from aunts and uncles and our grandmother, Helen. You can’t go wrong with Grandma’s recipe.

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