Will run for cake

You know the kid at the back of the pack, walking while the rest of the class runs? Yeah, that's me. I hate running. My mom love running, my friends love running, but me... Yeah, no.
Of course coming to the realization that I could stand to loose a few pounds got me trying to find ways to exercise that didn't involve driving 20 minutes each way to the gym.

I tried Zumba in my living room. It worked for a while. Youtube videos like this one were fun, and since I love rhythm and dance it was a perfect fit. He only drawback was feeling like a weirdo dancing in my living room by myself. Even worse was feeling like a weirdo dancing in my living room while the hubs played in the iPad. Not nearly as much fun as Zumba with a bunch of friends.

I finally gave in to the idea of running. The high school down the street just put in a new all weather track, so I figured I would take advantage of it. What really inspired me to give running a try was when I found a free podcast called podrunner intervals. I'm doing the first day to 5k interval program. What I like about it is the BPM is perfect for running and walking. I've always had trouble pacing myself. I felt like I wanted to step to the music, but the music I would play would trip me up. With podrunner I can run in time to the music.

I've just finished week 4.  I actually look forward to running after the kids are in bed. I never thought that would happen!

Lesson learned

"We do NOT put playdough on the iPad." These words escaped my lips today. Little miss thought the flat shiny surface would make the perfect table for her creation. Ugh.

Moral of the story: no matter how well mannered your two year old, do not leave the Ipad on the coffee table when playdough is within arms reach.

Lesson learned.

Cheesy breakfast bread

They say "necessity is the mother of invention." I think I'm going to add that leftovers are the cornerstone of creativity.

A fridge full of not-enough-for-a-serving leftovers and grocery day isn't until tomorrow. Time to get creative. My driving question was, what do I most want to make sure I don't waste? My answer: he good bacon I bought for valentines day breakfast.

 Between that, a half dozen eggs, shredded cheese from taco night, and a can of Pillsbury biscuits purchased with no real plan in mind, I had the makings of a breakfast pull apart bread. After inventing it in my mind, I googled to see if anyone else had tried it. I did after all only have enough ingredients for one go at this. I didn't want to screw it up. Sure enough, I'm not the leftover genius I thought I was. It's been done here and here and probably other places as well. But I'm going to write out my own version since I feel like inventing something without knowing its's a thing counts. Right? Maybe not, but whatever. Here it is.

Cheesy breakfast bread

6eggs
Salt pepper and parsley to taste
A fist full of cheese
All the leftover bacon (8 slices)
Pillsbury flaky layer biscuits

Heat your oven to 350*
Grease a casserole dish
Quarter  biscuits and layer in the dish
In a mixing bowl whisk eggs, salt, pepper, parsley, cheese, and bacon.
Pour the mixture over the dough, spreading out evenly.
Bake for 20-30 minutes.


I am in love with this dish. Now I need to get myself Invited to a brunch so I can bring this killer meal.

If you try it let me know.

Awkward yoga poses

I managed one whole pose in mommy-baby yoga the other day. My son napped in my chest as I pressed my shoulders and feet into the ground, creating the perfect place for my 2yr old to make a cave under my knees with blankets. I had to chuckle to myself, this is not my picture of yoga, but it is a perfect picture of my life.

Then little miss said it, "I have to potty, mama." Awesome. Is it wrong I strongly considered telling her to just go in her diaper? With a sigh (and a grunt) I stood up. Of course little guy woke up and little miss didn't really have to go.

Ugh. Let's try again next week.

Walk in the snow

There are few things more delightful, yet utterly exhausting, as walking through the snow with a toddler. Ever icicle, every snow drift, every slush puddle must be examined. The wonder of a brand new world is beginning and all I want to do is get home with my groceries before the flurries start up again.

But that's life with kids right? Sweet delight and new discoveries; pulling out hair and wanting to slam your face in your palms. It's a "D: all of the above" type of life.

I hope for this blog to be a celebration of beautiful madness that is being a mom. You're welcome along for the journey. Can't say it will be a quick one, but it should be interesting.