Who wore it better?
Katy Perry… or Posey?
Who Wore It Better: Easter Edition!
Reply
Monthly Archives: April 2012
Gimme Some Truth
This blog has been a great landing pad for me lately. I’ve been able to express myself, experiment, entertain (hopefully) and leave a little something behind for Posey once she gets older. I would be lying, though, if I didn’t admit that there’s a lot of thought that goes into it. I’ve done my homework. I know stuff. I know that bullet points rule, that copy is most scannable in chunks, that people want quizzes, that people search for certain stuff and not for other stuff. That the Top 10 and the 5 Best Tips are what people google. And I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that that mattered. Because what’s the point of doing this if no one comes to read it? So thank you for letting me try stuff here. I appreciate that it’s ok that I tried to make this the kind of thing that feels like something someone would want to visit. But it can’t be that all of the time, can it?
I’m learning more and more that the mommy blogging club is a hard club to join. There are a lot of us. And that’s great– because I’ve learned in these few months that it means the world to have a place to go to reach the outside world. But it can also mean that there’s other stuff that goes into it that I might not be up for. But I might– who knows?
All I know is– tonight, I don’t have anything witty to say. This was a hard week. I was tired. The baby cried a lot. I was lonely some of the time. I had fun some of the time. She learned to laugh. I learned to let her sleep in her own room. I didn’t sleep much at all. I am almost all of the way healed from my illness, but I’m not 100%.
It’s been six moths since she came into my life– and I am not a different person. I used to hear Oprah say that money didn’t change people; it just made them more of who they were. I think I must trade in baby currency– because that’s exactly what’s happening. I am more of who I am thanks to her.
Coming soon– the story of her name and the night she was born. Not because anyone’s searching for it. Because I need to write it all down for her.
You’re Moroccan Me Hungry
When I make dinner in the crock pot, a certain part of my soul feels justified in being a stay at home mom. I made this last week, and it was heralded throughout the land as being “one of the better things I’ve made in a while.” High protein + high fiber, kind of a different weeknight dinner idea. Nothing actually indicates that this recipe is Moroccan, I just decided that I think it is.
From Real Simple.
Moroccan Beef Stew
Ingredients:
1 1/2 pounds beef chuck, cut into chunks (I bet chicken would work, too)
2 sweet potatoes (about 1 pound), cut into 1/2-inch-thick half-moons
1 28-ounce can whole peeled tomatoes
1 large red onion, cut into wedges
1/2 cup dried apricots (Exotic!!!)
2 teaspoons ground cumin
2 teaspoons ground ginger (I finally invested in a jar of minced ginger from Whole Food to keep in the fridge. Sound investment).
1/2 teaspoon ground cinnamon
1/2 teaspoon cayenne
Kosher salt
1 15-ounce can chickpeas, rinsed
Several fistfuls of baby spinach
Directions:
1. On the stovetop, brown the beef chunks. This is important. I didn’t do it, felt guilty, got out tongs, removed all the meat, browned it, and replaced it in the pot.
2. In a 4- to 6-quart slow cooker, combine the beef, sweet potatoes, tomatoes (and their juices), onion, apricots, cumin, ginger, cinnamon, cayenne, 3/4 teaspoon salt, and 1/2 cup water.
3. Cook, covered, until the meat is tender, on high for 4 to 5 hours, or on low for 7 to 8 hours.
4. Add the chickpeas to the slow cooker and cook until heated through, 2 to 3 minutes. Stir in the spinach until wilted.
5. If you feel like it, serve with couscous and roasted almonds sprinkled on top.
Kristin Cavallari, You Are My Hero.
I NEVER thought I would say those words. But it’s sorta true.
I remember back about a Willow ago, I saw a photo of Jada Pinkett-Smith in a really tight, white dress while she was pregnant. I don’t know why, but it made such a big impression on young me. I think it was the first woman I ever saw show off the fact that she was huge. I’ve searched for the photo everywhere– curses, pre-internet world.
And today, I saw this photo. This outfit would be enough on a regular person. But on a preggo? It’s just… I dunno. Huh. Leather-ish maternity hot pants. I sorta wish I would have gone for something like this. It’s the Black Swan to Vintage-Jada’s White Swan.
Like it? Get the look for less here.
Which Mad Men Mom Are You? Take the Quiz!
Lots of drama for your mama on the new season so far. Which mod mommy are you?
- Joan:
Having your own baby means now being able to put a spotlight on every single thing your own mom has ever done wrong in 30+ years, and you’re not afraid to let Grandma know it. You’ve been saving up your best, most cutting insults for decades– just for this special time in your life. Your mom a drinker? A little loose with the morals? Get out your step-ladder, because you’re gonna need a boost up to that high horse. PS- Please understand that you are 100% absolutely certain to turn into your mother in plus or minus 10 years.
- Betty:
Face it. You’re sad, feeling lonely, have unresolved anger issues aimed at no one in particular (maybe a little at Whitney Cummings), and you’re eating your feelings. What mom hasn’t been in this place at least for a while? And how does your husband ALWAYS magically call your cell phone every time you’re going through the Taco Bell drive-thru? Dorito. Shell. Stop muting his calls, and start telling someone how you feel. And go for a pedicure. Sandals will always fit, even when your jeans don’t. For now.
- Trudy:
Do you ever find yourself in the check-out aisle of Target in a mumu with no recollection of how you got there or why you are buying 4 jars of soy sauce? Everyone knows you’re nuts about your baby, you’re just struggling to find your groove as easily as some of your friends have. Plus, it’s lonely in the suburbs, and you kind of miss your old Starbucks and yoga studio downtown. Try planning a ladies lunch at your house– but give your friends 6 weeks’ notice so they can plan their carpools. Do NOT serve anything with mayonnaise.
- Henry’s Mom, The Elder Mrs. Francis:
Not only are you a mother, but you’re a mother-in-law. This gives you the right to pop open shook-up cans of Unsoliciated Advice all free-wheely, whenever and wherever you want. After all, you’re only doing your beloved daughter-or-son-in-law a favor, right? So please, stop by without calling first. It’s never a wrong time for the pot to call the kettle black.
- Megan:
You are NOT their mother, you’re their much younger step-mother! No need to get involved in the family issues– you’re just there to take your husband’s daughters to American Girl Place once in a while. And someone has to be in charge in the Bahamas, right? Life’s so grand, it makes you want to break out in song!
Betty Draper: Eat This, Not That!
Did anyone else used to put these on the end of your fingers and pretend they were edible press-on nails?
Much tastier than January Jones’s real-life snacking habits, wouldn’t you say?
Little Purple Socks
As we wrapped Posey up and put her to bed tonight, two little purple socks fell out of her swaddle-sack. “One day,” Beef said, “she won’t even remember that we used to put little purple socks on her.”
Dear Pie,
You have the Fastest Feet in the West. You wiggle and squiggle them all day long, every single day. Also, your feet stink, even though you don’t wear dirty old gym shoes yet. You have Little Purple Socks to keep them warm, and sometimes, the very best, most wonderful thing your daddy or I do in an entire day is put them on you, over and over again, no matter how many times you kick them off. We will always be there to put on your Little Purple Socks.
Posey Pie Productions 
