Let’s be real with each other. What do your lunches usually look like? Before I went on maternity leave, I strategically packed lunches for work so I could devour them whenever the hunger monster struck. (Except those days where I forgot my lunch and regretfully grabbed a bagel from Tim Hortons instead… my coworkers know what I’m talking about.) Now lunches usually consist of a hodgepodge of finger foods… you know—fresh-cut veggies and hummus, cheese and crackers, yogurt and berry parfaits, peanut butter sandwiches… or leftovers. Basically whatever my preschooler eats, I eat. But other days, when I’m feeling especially motivated (or my kids are in an especially good mood), I love to whip up something that’s not only good-for-you but oh-so-satisfying as well. This vegetable and fried cauliflower rice topped with eggs is just that.
These last eight weeks were the longest-shortest weeks of my life.
Of course, I’m sure every mom of a newborn has thought the exact same thing. Since my three-year old was born, I had somehow forgotten how the nights seemingly drag on and the weeks fly by. My little Kate is already eight weeks old! And in those eight short weeks, I’ve been reminded nearly daily that we’re not meant to live life on our own. We were made to be in ongoing communion with God and to find community with others.
I’m not going to lie. Many of the days since Kate’s birth were really hard. (Really hard = short for tear-filled, ugly, and painfully exhausting days). Big life changes are hard. After the birth of Liam in 2014, every day seemed like an uphill climb to nowhere with no relief in sight.
Hello everyone! I know, I know... it's been a while! These last two months have been a whirlwind of preparations for baby number 2... and waiting. That being said, I thought I would give you a quick update on what's been going on in my life lately.
I want to do it all. And, I want to do it all well. The problem is… when I try to do it all, I end up doing nothing at all well. I far too often let my type-A, perfectionist personality steal joy, overshadow progress, and limit fruitfulness.
Maybe you can relate.
As you must know by all the cutesy stuffed animals and decadent chocolates overflowing in every supermarket, Valentine's Day is upon us. It's hard to believe this is my 10th year celebrating the holiday with my boyfriend-now-husband... and even crazier to think of how life has changed.
(Side note: If you're not in the mood for a sappy story... I give you permission to go ahead and skip ahead to the delicious recipe!)
Hello, I'm Erin – a follower of Christ, wife, mama of two, and registered dietitian. Welcome to my blog where I write about intentional motherhood, intuitive eating, inspired discipleship, and whatever else I feel like!
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