loving lemonade.

hey life, bring on the lemons!


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Harbowl? Superbaugh? It’s Game Day.

So I may have mentioned it before, but I am a huge sports fan. That makes a day like Super Bowl Sunday a major event in our house. No, we don’t have a party, nor do we attend any parties. Parties are a distraction. And no, neither my favorite team or Don’s favorite team is playing today. But that doesn’t matter. The Super Bowl is a big deal to us each and every year.

In my opinion, the best part of the game is the actual game. Yea, some of the commercials are clever. I still remember that adorable one from a couple years ago with the kid pretending to be Darth Vader who thinks he starts the car. Great commercial.  But I’m not just watching for the commercials.

I’m also not just watching for the halftime entertainment, though I have enjoyed a few acts in recent years, namely Prince, Tom Petty, and Bruce Springsteen. No offense Beyonce, but I haven’t been able to get down with your music since the Destiny’s Child days. If you get some of your former group members out on stage for a rendition of “Bills, Bills, Bills,” then maybe I’ll watch. But I’ll probably spend halftime this year cleaning up from dinner.

Speaking of dinner, we are making the easiest, most delicious chicken tacos known to man, compliments of tastykitchen.com. Of course it’s a recipe I came across on Pinterest. You just take some boneless skinless chicken breasts, a jar of salsa, and a packet of taco seasoning and throw it in the crock pot. We scoop this on some taco shells (hard or soft, doesn’t matter), pile on our favorite toppings, and serve with rice and beans. Yum! And the leftovers are perfect for topping nachos or stuffing quesadillas, or for tortilla soup as you’ll see on the recipe. You can even make a bunch and freeze half for a future dinner.

Now back to the game. I do think it’s pretty awesome to have two brothers facing off as coaches. Their parents must be ridiculously proud and ridiculously torn at the same time. While you know one son will end up on top of the world, the other will be dealing with the loss. But in my opinion, I doubt this will be the last time we see either Harbaugh in the Super Bowl. These are two coaches who will be in the league for a long time.

I think this is going to be an awesome game. I have a lot of respect for both teams, and this is a championship game that could really go either way. But sports fans always have their own predictions, so here’s mine: Ravens 34- Niners 24. Don’t hate on me San Fran. I’m a Jersey girl, so I’m a little partial to Jersey native Joe Flacco and Rutgers star Ray Rice. Overall, I am just looking forward to some quality football.

So here’s to a great Super Bowl Sunday, whether you are in it for the parties, the commercials, the halftime show, or the football. Game on.

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True Life: I’m a slacker.

Well, I’m officially a slacker. My personal goal for the blog was to post at least once a week. But as you can see, the past couple of weeks are a little bare. I have been full of ideas, and I can’t wait to put them in writing. Unfortunately these great ideas like to pop in my head while I’m working, which is why they haven’t made their ways to you yet. But there is a lot more to come, I promise.

So, what’s with the slacking? Let me tell you. When they say 2 kids is significantly harder than 1 kid, they aren’t lying. I’m exhausted! Being back to work has been a big challenge. Mornings in our house are like a 3 ring circus. They start around 5:15…. well, that’s when my alarm goes off. Baby Blake thinks mornings start at 4. Sleep is not his favorite thing.

So let’s start over. My mornings generally start around 4 a.m. by feeding Blake. By the time he’s done eating and we’re back to bed, it’s around 4:45. I do lay back down but really it’s pointless. When my iPhone alarm goes off at 5:15 with the sound of Natasha Bedingfield’s “Unwritten,” I hit snooze. Usually twice. Must be because it’s my favorite song. Anyway, Don actually gets up when his alarm goes off the first time, so by this point he’s already dressed and downstairs, brewing coffee and making lunches. He rocks! And now I’m cursing myself out for oversleeping, and praying that Blake stays asleep just long enough for me to shower.

Now it’s around 6. Don and I are dressed and ready, so now it’s kid time. He gets Carlene up and ready, and I love overhearing their daily discussions over what she’s going to wear. “Daddy, I want to wear a dress!” “Carlene, just wear jeans today, it’s cold outside.” “Noooo Daddy, I can only wear dresses to school! I’ll wear leggings with it!” It seriously cracks me up that she will only wear dresses to school. She didn’t get that from me, because I rarely wear a dress. She’s just living up to her Princess title I guess!

Luckily for me, Blake couldn’t care less what he wears. His biggest concern is eating again, so I just need to be speedy in getting him changed. All 4 of us are downstairs around 6:20. I feed Blake, Don gets Carlene her breakfast. Whew. Now it’s just a matter of getting out the door by 7.

We load up the van with the necessary 7 bags (see: Somebody’s got a case of the Mondays). Don helps to get the kids in the van, kisses us all goodbye, and hops into his work truck. I take the kids to daycare (school, as we call it). And then I too am off to work. And when I finally get to my desk around 8, I take a big giant deep breath, and stare at the wall for about a minute before diving into my day. After all, I already feel like I’ve run a damn marathon!

I wish feeling like you’ve run a marathon burned the calories of actually running a marathon. I’d have that pre-kid beach body back in no time. But none of this is an excuse for the lack of recent posts! I’ll try to do better going forward, I promise!