Amalia was an easy baby. Despite my own difficulties, she was basically an angel and everyone who came to visit us during her first year was shocked because they never heard her cry. She slept well, ate well, and was generally good natured... We were so lucky with her!
But then she turned one and something shifted big time.
I read for 30 minutes every night before bed. If I skip this part of my bedtime routine, my sleep gets thrown off, so I try hard to never miss it. I like to make sure whatever I'm reading is riveting, and I'm into really intensely emotional stories and/or page turners that I just can't put down.
Last week on Nantucket (I'm sharing all of the details from our trip on Wednesday), it went from summer to fall weather before our eyes. Although I'm afraid of another 8,000 month winter, it felt really nice to wear a sweater and jeans without sweating profusely. This weekend, the smell of fall was in the air again and I think it might just be here to stay.
Joggers and Sweatshirt c/o The White Company
You've probably heard more than one mom in your life refer to wine as mommy juice, myself included. There are certain days when you work all day and then your kid throws all of her food on the floor at dinner and you just need a minute.
Lately my dinner game has been lacking. Like seriously lacking. I got lazy over the summer and got stuck on the same recipes and didn't branch out all that much. But it's a new season and a fresh start, so last week I felt inspired again and started looking up new recipes and testing some of them out.
