So my favorite chain retail shop is having a pretty rad sale and I suggest you head over to Madewell and check it out! I’m stocking up on post baby goods!!! Here’s what I purchased and what I’m lusting after… I am a sucker for loose tanks. They are perfect for nursing and reviews state this tank is super soft, so when you really just want to be naked, a loose soft tank you can easily pop a boob out of is #WINNING. Another love of mine. Large, baggy button ups!!! I am a huge fan of Madewell’s button up shirts. This one is thin and soft via reviews, so I’m sold!!! I can wear a Felicity Slimming Nursing tank under this and boom. Breastfeeding adorableness. This skirt is my wild card purchase. I ordered up to a medium because reviewers claimed it to be a little suction-y, but I was a big fan of anything that sucked in my belly after having Rocco, so for a morning at the market with my new tank I think this is so super cute. I’ll keep you posted on how it fits in 3ish months. I didn’t purchase these joggers, but I am tempted to make a trip back to the site… Soft, comfy, and chambray. The reviews are glowing and they also come in an Olive green. My kryptonite. Okay, these are NOT on sale, but OMG I am lusting after these overalls like WHOA!!!! Definitely never thought I be saying that, these would be a breeze to nurse in paired with a baggy tank or a nursing tank and they are so stinking cute… I believe these will be a post-baby gift to myself!!! Another one not on sale, but I am full on IN LOVE with this top. It will be mine.
Okay, so what’d ya buy!?!?! I must know! I live for shopping… and other things… Oh, shut up.
So I write recipes, I rarely follow them. I feel cooking is an art, a little of this, some of that, etc. Which would explain why I’m a TERRIBLE baker, like seriously, the worst… Well, I found this yummy Forks Over Knives recipe for stuffed potatoes, supposedly a plant-based take on deviled eggs. Sounded like the perfect Easter snackie. So about that…
Fail #1. I forgot Dijon mustard and The Captain had to do a 9 o’clock grocery run. He got himself a boozy reward, so don’t feel bad for him.
Fail #2. As I gathered ingredients on Easter Sunday I realized I had forgotten THE most major ingredient when making hummus. Chickpeas. I forgot the mother flippin garbanzo beans. What. The. Crap. I did, however, have a can of great northern beans, so I crossed my fingers that they would work.
Fail #3. I completely misread didn’t read the instructions for the hummus at all… I threw everything in my vitamix and started blending. I wasn’t supposed to add everything. The green onion were supposed to be mixed in after the hummus was smooth.
Fail #4. I added water too quickly after I got impatient adding a tablespoons at a time and I ended up with white bean hummus soup. COME. ON.
Sooooo I went and sat on the couch. Maybe I cried a little, so what?! I’m pregnant I cry 2-3 times an hour. Hormones. Am I right??? And I thought “okay how can I turn this around??” I had baby red potatoes and a delicious white bean green onion “Hummus” with a dressing-like consistency… And it came to me. Potato Salad. Boom.
So here’s what I did oh-so-wrong, but tastes oh-so-right!
1 (15-ounce) can no-salt-added white beans, drained and rinsed
2 large cloves garlic
2 tablespoons fresh lemon juice
Freshly ground black pepper, to taste
¼ teaspoon salt
1 cup chopped green onions (4 to 5)
2 teaspoons Dijon mustard
Zest of 1 lemon
3 tablespoons fresh lemon juice
½ teaspoon ground turmeric
6 tablespoons water
Throw it all in the blender until pretty and smooth.
12 small red potatoes, diced
Pinch of smoked paprika, for garnish
1 green onion, finely sliced, for garnish
Boil potatoes until fork tender and drain. Once dry, mix with hummus and garnish with paprika and green onion!
I recently been thinking a lot about adventure and about what brings a person to the point of no longer living each day as a glorious adventure.
When did we decide we could no longer dream or create or enjoy life as the beautiful gift it was intended to be.
I believe in God and Jesus and the cross, all that jazz… And sometimes I think we easily place that stuff into a faith box and we store it away and only think of it when there’s a need based on our own human judgement. What I think we often miss is that God and Jesus and “all that jazz” are directly linked to adventure and dreams and creativity. All that is good comes from God. And adventure, dreams, and creativity are good, my friends, they are so, so good.
There was a time not too long ago I wouldn’t dare write about my faith, in part because my faith was troubled, but largely because I didn’t want to get lumped into a category with Christians. As long as I can remember, I haven’t much cared for the people I went to church with or was supposed to glean knowledge from. I only saw judgement and rules… and there’s no quicker way to turn a kid with authority issues off of something than constantly, and often inaccurately, telling them the don’ts of religion.
I pretty much ran as far away from the church as I possibly could. As a teenager I asked my parents to no longer attend church, they reluctantly obliged. I avoided anything to do with religion, church, or God for nearly a decade. Sure, I prayed for things, but we all know that’s not how that works. I think I held on to the morality of it all, but my faith was nothing more than the fact that I still believed in God. And when it really came right down to it, I saw God as some one that didn’t make my dreams come true and didn’t rescue me when I was drowning in sadness.
Fast forward 10+ years. I found myself searching. Knowing there was more. There HAD to be more. I had a beautiful marriage, a blessed life, but I knew I was intended for more. What was I searching for!? After a bit of guidance and a tremendous book that hit me right in my feels, I realized that blaming God for Christian’s behavior and the type of church environment I grew up in was bonkers. It wasn’t fair to place all of that crap on The Lord. People are only human and they will disappoint you, but God is eternal. Forever. Do you get that!? I didn’t. There is nothing in this world that you can do to separate you from the amazing love that’s freely given from the Heavenly Father. BOOM. The more I understood this, the more my heart began to soften and I was awakened to the amazing goodness that lay ahead of me.
Finding a place to worship and be filled with the word literally terrified me. I had tried a church or two over the past decade, but was always immediately turned off by something. Well, like he’s known to do, God met me where I was and through his divine intervention I was introduced to my San Diego church home. A place where people genuinely wanted to know about me and where you couldn’t help but be overwhelmed by the spirit of The Lord. I talked to the pastor after my first message and cried like a moron and cursed at least 2 times. Out of practice with the whole church thing much!?! #fail
I started attending a bible study and made an effort to be involved. Not going to lie, I was beyond freaked out to jump in, but nothing had felt more authentic and right to me in a long time… But more than anything I was shown a world where God didn’t equal rules, or a to do list, or a judge, or anything other than what he truly is, LOVE. Passionate, unconditional, unwavering love and I want everyone to know it. I want my kids to know it. My husband. Strangers on the street.
I’m still human. I fail on a weeklydaily hourly basis, but my encouragement is just the never ending grace God grants us! There is so much joy to be had in this life, live it with fervor and intention. Live it in LOVE.
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