The things that will cheer me up

I'm feeling a bit down about Monday. So this is a little post about all the good things I'm looking forward to this week.

Number One: This guy is here this weekend and next. What? Two weekends in a row? And some of the days in between? A summer miracle for sure.


Number Two: Lesco's parents are coming into town. We're hosting breakfast on Saturday, my mother in law's birthday. I happened to secure a pretty delicious recipe from a co worker. I practiced today and it was heavenly. I veered a little off my real food challenge and ate half the pan.


Number Three: It's officially Club Tahoe Time. In fact, it started 11 hours ago. I've been going to this condo by the lake since I was 2 months old. This week is night time jaunts up to the lake. Next week, vacation.

Number Four: Did you read three closely? I get to countdown on post its for the next five days. Vacation

Number Five: My photo class I'm taking through Nevada Museum of Art is meeting at a really cool location. That means I'm going to take cool photos, right? Right? Is that a cricket?

Five things is good, right? That's one for every work day.

Can't hurt to end things with a picture of my two favorite people. Ever.

Sunday, Monday, Happy Days

I hate when life is too busy to blog.

I lie. Partly.

It's true I hate when I go a couple days between posts. Mostly because my blog is totally passive aggressive when it comes to these things. First it lays down the guilt trip. Then it gives me the silent treatment. Finally it goes to hang out with cooler people and "forgets" to invite me. Honestly, my blog needs to grow up.

I don't mind a full and happy life. Summer is that way. I have family in town, some of my very favorite people. People that might not like me back very much. People that enjoy watching me writhe in pain as I pay to be tortured with them. Who knew you were such a demon Pilates?

Other things too. Classes. Work. Birthdays. Dinners.

Really, I just want to spend every second I can with my beautiful little family. I tripped on a dinosaur in the dining room the other night. How awesome is that? I'm at that brief stage in life where I'm tripping over my little boy's toys. I keep having these moments with that perfect little monster.

Just tonight, when we were out, Jared and I each had one of his hands as we were walking along and swinging him up in the air every few steps. Of course this elicited giggles of ear drumming popping, glass shattering pitch. How lucky are we?

And how can I still be so in love with my husband? How is it so good still? When we were first married we would crowd in our tiny little kitchen, play Sinatra or Ella Fitzgerald and cook together. We still do this. We did just the other night and it makes me feel so lucky to be in my shoes. I love these long, happy summer days.

What I do when it snows

When I open my front door and see this

I make soup.

Really, I make soup all the time, but it tastes soo much better when it's cold out.

I did a veganish recipe even though I'm not at all against dairy. Dairy and I could be best friends. Maybe we already are. Maybe I'm making a collage of all the good times dairy and I have had right now.

I cheated on dairy with almond milk. This chick makes a mean soup. Yummy Soup

Phin digs it. He'll even come out of his blanket cave to eat it.

Shouldn't this make him love me more?

Someday Phinny will be very surprised to learn that everyone doesn't have homemade pizza for dinner several times a week. I'm an addict.

When it's you vs. a monster day in and day out, you need your strength. While 32 fun size snickers bars might seem like the obvious answer, don't believe the hype, it doesn't work. Instead you're up all night puking peanuts and wrestling candy wrappers from your demon puppy who's desperately trying to get a few licks of chocolate because she's hungry from the three day stretch of starvation you put her through while running around like a meth addict on a sugar high with a screaming baby.



Instead, go for the spaghetti squash. Martha makes it with turkey meatballs and spinach.


Popeye ate spinach and he fought Bluto.
http://www.wholeliving.com/recipe/spaghetti-squash-with-turkey-meatballs