Potty training. I had been dreading that parenting right of passage for quite some time. But once My Girl announced, “I don’t want to wear diapers,” I had to listen.
So we embarked on the weekend potty training lock down & followed the method in Toilet Training in Less Than A Day – or at least the first half of the book I managed to read. But it worked! We pumped her full of juice & she had plenty of practice. Number Twos took a little longer to catch onto, but all was running smoothly by Day 3 (with a little help from the iPad & the promise of a cupcake) and my daughter was proudly announcing “I’m a Potty Princess!” And she earned her Potty Princess Panty Party.
We gathered up fellow potty princesses & invited them over (along with one lucky potty pirate in training) for cupcakes & fun. Each guest “brought” My Girl some panties (wrapped & waiting for them when the guests walked in), and she was totally stoked to see new panties featuring Sofia, Minnie Mouse & Elsa.
Tomorrow will mark her first day in panties at school! Hopefully it will be smooth sailing for this proud Potty Princess.
My two and half year old daughter loves flowers. And when some marigolds (Maybe? I need to ask my mom.) popped up in our front yard, they were ripe for the home spun fun picking.
We picked through our front yard & brought in a basket full of flowers. Then we got three containers – a circular, rectangular & square vase – and played around with moving them back and forth. But when it was all said & done, nothing can keep My Girl away from pink. Pink + Flowers = a match made in two year old girl heaven. The only problem now? She thinks all front yard flowers are fair game.
Here she is showing off her finished product!
What did I learn this weekend? To never, ever leave my camera at home!
We took a trip to my in-laws this weekend, who just happen to live out in the country surrounded by cornfields – or the pretty corn house, as My Girl called it. It was the perfect cloudy day, I had an adorable little girl wearing a maxi dress, walking around barefoot, exploring, playing in the gravel – but didn’t have anything but my iPhone to capture some shots.
Then we had some country fun & took a ride down the tarp-and-hay water slide, with a beautiful evening sky lighting up the background. But my trusty ol’ DSLR was sitting on my kitchen counter in Nashville.
At least I got some shots to keep the memories – and I suppose there’s something to be said for taking in the moment & not spending time getting my settings just right. But the photographer in me spent a great deal of the evening considering which angles I would’ve gotten, which smiles I would have loved to have captured. You live, and you learn. And I learned running back into the house once you remember your forgotten camera is worth the hassle!
My name is Whitney, and I’m a brownie addict.
Brownies are my kryptonite. I can bypass a burger & fries or pizza for a salad any day. But slide a pan of brownies in front of me, and I can take down half of it without blinking an eye. I consider it both a talent and a terrible weakness.
I do pretty well at not bringing home a box mix of brownies on a regular basis. And thanks to reading Food Babe, I’ve been learning too much about all that nasty stuff residing in those baking aisle boxes I oh-so love. So even if I do convince myself to throw some Duncan Hines into my cart, I do so in shame knowing it is pretty darn terrible in a lot of ways.
But then popped up this little 5 Minute Fudge Brownie recipe in my Facebook news feed, and I made a mental note to give it a go – though I figured it wouldn’t taste like a real brownie, being from a health food blog and all. But after whipping these up this past weekend, I can tell you those suckers were DELICIOUS. So much so that I caught My Hubs leaning over the stove snagging a few bites straight from the pan.
Brownie stealer – caught red-handed
So if your sweet tooth is aching, I’d highly recommend giving the 100 Days of Real Food brownie recipe a go!
When it comes to perfumes and scents, I am one picky lady. This totally frustrates my husband because it is nearly impossible for him to buy a cologne I can get behind. The same is true for myself, so when I find a fragrance I wear it for several years until my nose finds another rare scent that doesn’t make me cringe.
Glamourazzi was one of those rare finds. At the Kohl’s counter. In the tween section.
I was mildly embarrassed to be purchasing such a silly, obnoxious bottle clearly designed to catch the eye of an eleven year old wanting to smell like a cool teenager, but the vanilla & ginger scent won me over. And it has won me over for the past few years.
But now, I come to discover, my beloved Glamourazzi has been discontinued. The horror! What in the world am I going to spray on myself on my thrice yearly date nights??
So now I’m on the hunt yet again for “my scent.” Any suggestions folks? In the meantime, I will be savoring the last few drops of my Glamourazzi and mourning its loss. Sigh.