The holidays are so chock full of traditions, it can be hard to add new ones and even harder to change old ones. This year I’m going to try a new spin on an old tradition, and if it works out, I might even make it a tradition to change things up a little every year. (Wormhole!) Click through to see how Minted is helping me make an old tradition new again. (It’s a sponsored post, but I was given zero direction and all opinions are mine.) Read more >>
When the Clever Girls Collective put out a call for members to create a cute Halloween treat out of JELL-O, the spirits of my Utah ancestors rose up and compelled me to click, because JELL-O is our official State Snack Food. (You think I’m kidding, but I’m not. In 2001 the Utah State Legislature passed a resolution “urging JELL-O recognition.” Read all the whereases; it’s a kick.) So it’s true, then, that you can take the girl out of Utah, but you’ll have to pry the JELL-O out of her cold, dead hands.
Click through for the recipe for these jiggly witches. Cool trick worth mentioning: THEY GLOW UNDER BLACK LIGHT.
It was the first non-working weekend I’ve had in I don’t know how long, and hot diggety did I enjoy it. We had a big three-family dinner party on Friday night, went on a geocaching hike on Saturday (thus crossing off the first item on our Summer Fun list), and spent Sunday in the backyard [with champagne], since the work and play there is never, ever done. (We acquired a giant wooden crate and are turning it into a ground-level playhouse for the boys that will hopefully not become an outhouse for wildlife, as has been the sad fate of the treehouse.) If I had to choose a favorite part of the weekend, it might be the homemade cranberry scones, it might be two days in a row of tiny root beer floats, it might be evenings of awesome movies (Django Unchained, Dark Shadows, and Les Mis: all excellent! who wants to discuss?), or it might be Fox taking a nap in his crib for once like a normal baby. Good thing I don’t have to choose; these moments are, like my boys, each my favorite.
Forgive the baby his sad affect. I made them stop swinging so I could get a picture, and he doesn’t abide stillness. This made me think maybe the walking would cure the yelling, but no. Now he just yells AND walks. (Save us!)
(That’s from two and a half weeks ago. He’s faster now. Terrifyingly faster. And louder. We’ve hidden all the knives and megaphones.)
Finally, speaking of fresh air, we’ve been living with a super hi-fi space-age air filter for the past few months, and I finally got around to reviewing it. Click through to see what I think of the Airocide and why I felt it necessary to rap in a blog post. Read more >>