We were “en vacances” in the beautiful Provence, France. My aunt’s house has been my favorite vacay destination, ever since 1982. It’s a hidden, old gem with giant garden. Something about it being entirely non touristy makes it all the more special. And with bébé, I think it’s even better to have your own kitchen etc… Even more so, since we were on a mission: introducing solids! But I have to start at the beginning (tiny excursus following, please read on).
With baby, I soon found out that finding time for relaxation is almost impossible. Relaxation, what is that? Like, time for myself? There has literally been not a single minute to myself, ever, this year. Yet, I don’t feel like I really missed out on anything. Okay, scratch that. I would adoooore a pedicure, every now and then, really. And maybe a dinner with hubbie, all to ourselves. You know, when we’re not both completely tired from the day. Continue reading
I am two, and I will never be one again. Now you probably think, Scarlett, are you nuts? Well I read such an intriguing article recently, where the author and mom put the thought forward that after having kids, you’re not just one being anymore, but two. You’re your kids, as well. Your whole being thinks and acts and feels for more than just yourself. Inevitably. The question if you’re feeling alright is inevitably and forever linked to the question well, are they well? The kids, and also the hubbie? Continue reading
Over the past couple of months, I’ve lived the typical #momlife, with all the ups and downs you’d expect. Mostly, I’ve showcased the beauty of it. Like the cute chubby baby thighs, the smiles and giggles, the sweet clothes and toys, the active days on the go with the stroller, with baby sleeping soundly. That doesn’t mean though that there isn’t another side of the coin, too. Yes, babies are cute and all. And I obviously love mine (and my #momlife to go with it) like crazy. And of course, I have reported the odd negative aspect of #momlife, like the occasional poop explosion or burp accident or general sleep deprivation, too. But that doesn’t nearly cover it. Because #momlife, you guys, is tough shit.
So our friends’ daughter and C’s god-daughter turned one last weekend. Cue: Smash The Cake! I mean, come one, you can’t be a professional Pinner and NOT have a Smash The Cake Session, right? So ofc I volunteered (read: forced everyone to be allowed) to bring a sweet little cake entirely dedicated to the little lady, to turn the whole shabang into a sweet little, picture-worthy session. Only searched the interwebs (for like a Thousand hours…) and found this perfect giant cupcake pan. And the rest was history… Continue reading
We’re a liiiittle late to the party regarding nursery “reveals”, given that little is alredy four months (what? eep!) old. Aren’t you supposed to do that before birth? Anyway. Ahem. But then again, a couple of inevitabilities (and, well, baby! ha, my favorite excuse these days) brought us this far: unorganized state (which we all know really is a euphemism for “mess”). Mind you, I’ve been planning little’s nursery ever since the day I found out I was pregnant (pretty much exactly one year ago today, weeep). I had just started twelve week boot camp. Yes, the irony! And well, i wasn’t feeling all too well in the mornings. So getting up at 5 am was like torture. Sorry, I’m rambling.. Okay fast forward nine months of pregnancy…
Mamahood. I always dreamed about it, but I never really knew what it meant. Let alone how much I would love it. It’s the most important challenge and adventure in my life. One thing is for sure: there is no going back to my old life, pre-mom. All my dreams came true, and now all my thinking and being is dedicated to being a mom. Well, maybe not alllll of the thinking (because, cake) – but a pretty big part anyway (in my spare-time, ha). I’m a full time lioness mom now, i guess. Ha!
If you’ve been a long time reader, you probably know I’m all about the cheesy things (both, literally and non-literally) and definitely all about the cute foods. Anything cute, dressed up, dolled up, decorated, whimsy, pink, unicorn-y… yeah, I’m sold. Point in case: this easter pavlova in disguise, pretending to be a simple fried egg. Does it get any cuter?
One of the foods I love the most is Wähe – a Swiss version of the tart, that’s made with either fruit or vegs and some sort of a curd to hold it all together. My favorite version is sweet, of course (incorrigible sweet tooth, me). I like to make them with seasonal produce – apples in the fall and winter, raspberries in the summer, plums in late summer. Wähe is a super versatile dish. And it’s either a meal in its own right or a dessert. Ah, fun fact: Fridays used to be “Wähe” days in some homes and in some bakeries when I was a kid. Fun times, haha.
I know I shouldn’t start every other post with a swear word… but GOSH! Time is flying! Little is already 12 weeks (three bloody months!) old and it’s a thought that drives me insane. Still enjoying every precious second that we have together while I’m still at home, full time, and can dedicate all my energy and love to her. There will be a time when this won’t be possible to the same extent, because, duh, work…? Earning money and adulting in general, shm. But…