I started a new video series with Ulive.com showing how I tame this crazy mane of mine. First up: mastering the sock bun, top knot, and secretary bun. Click below to learn a few new ‘dos!
This 5-ingredient trail mix packs flavor and nutrition, and can be prepped for the whole week in just a few minutes. I knew I wanted to blend sweet and salty when creating this recipe, so I teamed up with Planters, and I love the addition of their new salted caramel peanuts. Salted caramel peanuts, y’all. Are you kidding me?! I love snacking on these guys, and as a busy mama always on the go, this recipe is a go to. Most mornings I am flying out the door to hit the trail for my morning hike. Squeezing in time to prepare a snack seems impossible (I’d rather hit the snooze button a few dozen more times), so I appreciate how simple it is to just grab a handful and hit the road!
- 1/2 cup PLANTERS Salted Caramel Peanuts
- 1/2 cup dried cranberries
- 1/2 cup golden raisins
- 1/2 cup coconut flakes
- 1/2 cup dark chocolate chips
- Nothing fancy here! Just combine all ingredients in a bowl, then divvy up into snack size portions to get you through the week! Makes 5-6 servings.
This Easter, we ordered a whole bunch of temporary ink from Tattly for the stinkin cutest Easter eggs ever. Hudson’s still a little young to use dye, so this was the perfect alternative.
Candy buffets are low-stress and big-impact. Take these tips and a bit of inspiration from my all white dessert bar when planning your next shower or soiree.
- Color Scheme: Pick yours colors. Generally stick to one main color and other colors can serve supporting roles here or there. Here, I chose the main color, white, with an accent color, gold.
- Backdrop: We kept the backdrop simple with a circular gold garland made from contact paper.
- Focal Point: The flowers ground the table, but a large tiered cake works well too! It’s important to bring height to the table to achieve maximum impact.
- Sweet and Salty: Balance the sugar with a bit of salt. Popcorn and pretzels keep with the color scheme and provide a nice counterpart to the yummy sweets!
Photography by Stephanie Fay.
Our insanely talented friend, Gina, shot these photos around our house last week. Love this time of year with my boys!
I hang up the phone unsure of what to do next. I let our host at the trendy Jamaican wine bar escort the three of us to our table before it sinks in. “My grandpa had a heart attack,” I whisper.
“Is he…?” Ryan trails off. “Should we…?” I don’t know if it’s the news or the lack of sleep that prevents him from finishing his sentences, but then he springs into action and apologizes, excusing us from the table. The ride to the hospital feels insufferably long, the radio drowned out by the same unrelenting newborn cries that keep us up at night.
We arrive to watch them wheel his unconscious body into the OR, and the rest of the evening is a disorienting blur of code blues and big doctor words. My grandmother, his faithful companion for nearly six decades, wonders aloud if she could have made it to the phone to dial 9-1-1 sooner.
“You did everything you could,” I say.
She nods. The weight of our held breaths makes the room feel oppressively silent.
“I don’t know how much longer we can wait,” Ryan finally groans, the toll of new parent fatigue and a vending machine dinner evident in his voice. “I have to work in the morning.”
Streetlights whir by as I struggle to keep my eyes open, and my mind battles the increasingly likely worst-case-scenario. I picture my grandfather lying unconscious on a hospital room bed, his heart giving way to his age, and my chest tightens in solidarity. I play out scenes in my head from the original Snow White storybook he read to me so many times as a child, until finally, the wicked queen meets her demise, and we pull into our driveway, the babe asleep in his carseat. Ryan carries his little body into the house. I follow close behind with an embarrassing amount of baby gear towering above me. I stand alone in the laundry room, wearily letting diaper bag straps fall from my shoulders.
“I’m so sorry,” Ryan turns the corner and pulls me into his chest. My left ear presses against his shirt pocket, and I can hear his heart beating. Thump, thump, thump, thump. In this moment, with the persistent thud of my husband’s healthy heart in my ear, I can only feel grateful. Strong and steady: thump, thump, thump, thump. I return his squeeze, and commit this moment – standing silently together in our unkempt laundry room – to memory. The smell of warm dryer sheets, thump, junk mail fliers littering the floor, thump, and dim light filtering in from the kitchen, thump thump, because I know one day, hopefully many years from now, I may sit next to his hospital bed, longing for the quiet beating of his heart.