Little Dream Home- Entry Room

This sweet little house has more rooms than we have ever had before. It’s a small house (hovering just above 1100sq feet) but boasts three rooms that I have had on my ‘forever home’ dream list. An entry room, a mud room, and a laundry room. The entry room is the tiniest of the three, but is kinda darling. It has a square, high, stain glass window, and once we buy a door filled with windows too, I think this itty bitty triangular room will actually have some substantial light to it.

I am more of a bright-white-walls kinda girl (I like to add color everywhere else! and switch my my decor and are all.the.time.) but am planning on bringing some funk to these smaller spaces as a means of adding character to the house without compromising the main flow aesthetic I am looking for (keeping to a similar pallet throughout the house, for continuity sake, and since down the line we are going to do a renovation that will give it a more ‘open concept’ and having colors that work together will make that easier). That said. . . here are a few of the crazy colors I am entertaining.


That blue tops my list. It goes well with the rest of our paint pallet for the main rooms (white, black, grey and some yellows) but is still super fun and unexpected.



I love green but haven’t found a shade that really works. It seems a fine line between starbucks green and lime…

I love the look of jewel tones and in a bright small space I think it might be fun. There is really no danger of ‘making it feel smaller’ because it’s already just a little entry, postage stamp sized room. So bringing bright color and then more cohesive storage is really appealing to me.

For storage and hooks we are going to be pretty plain and minimal. 39c2bde1c5fac619501658e21ff89d9a

Likely two row of hooks, one up high for adults, and one down low for our kiddo visitors. It’s important to us that our house not look like kid junk exploded all over it, but that it also function well for our whole family. And half our family is under 3.5 feet tall, so… some low hooks and easy crates for shoes to be tossed into are  paramount. My guess is also that Nolie and Ever will play a big roll in deciding what colors we choose for this room/the inside of the door (toying with chalk paint for that, it seems SO practical!).


That style of clean line/not rustic storage and bench also really appeals to me. I like low benches for kids and shoes and for adults to pop a foot onto for tying up laces. It seems like it could work well, but I won’t really know till I can live in the space a bit and do some measuring.

We know that one of the first things on our ‘hunt for’ list is a craftsman style, windowed, wooden, front door. We plan to sand and refinish it a bright color and hope that it will bring some light to the entry room.

We aren’t sure what color to paint it yet, but likely the inside of it will match the outside, or be chalk inside. Here are two that are looking bright and fun to me today, and would go well with  the jewel toned blue.

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Any little storage solutions you’ve seen? Any good advice on what kind of paint will REALLY hold up on a front door? And… is it too trendy to paint my door a bright color? I’ll probably do it anyway but, still. This is the smallest room in the house, but I am so excited to have it! Currently we have a little faux entry area we’ve created with hooks and shoe crates, and it functions SO well, and is pretty cute to look at! But it bleeds into our living space so much (shoes/coats/abandoned preschool art projects/everything) kind of pour out and full up the living room spaces, especially during playdates. So I am really looking forward to having an area to confine all those rogue boots and scarves to!

Little Dream Home- Girls Room

So, we’re still in the midst of “maybe we got it?” and “maybe it will all fall through. . . ” with this little dream home of ours. So instead of being radio silent, not letting it out, and keeping all the dreams in my composition notebook. I’m just going to let my dreams go wild and post it all on here. I’ll be heartbroken if we lose this house, but trust that it’s this or something better. I truly do. But I also feel so heartpullovestrong that this little home will be ours one day.

So, in typical me fashion, I’m designing each room and making endless lists with itemized budgets and where to buy each and every light fixture of my dreams. OMG. I love light fixtures.

So I am going to go through and post some of my inspiration for each room, I think it will be so exciting to look back (in, like, ten years when we actually finish this stuff!) and see where the vision ended up.

The girls room is currently a big open space, no closet yet, and two huge windows with gorgeous moulding. The whole house has amazing tall ceilings and their room is especially bright and welcoming. Right now it’s a deep red wine color that is pretty but a little dark for a shared space that needs to feel bright and airy for play.

Here’s some of what I”m scheming. . .


I’m loving this rug and colors from Cost Plus World Market!hensvik-wardrobe__65574_PE177068_S4A couple of these would be 1. DARLING and 2. So convenient. Nolie and Ever would both love (love love) to have their own little wardrobes and these are a steal at Ikea.


I mean. Right? Romantic, so darling, cottage’y, and doesn’t every little kid want an instafort for their bed?

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One wall is PERFECT as an accent wall. I haven’t decided yet between bold stripes or a chair rail with a color (or chalk?) under and polka dots up top. In fact, I’m kinda toying with polka dots as a theme across the board. and if so. . .

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That rug and those curtains would both be cute ‘wink and a nod’ to polkadots without going all the way.

I’m in love. Send me all your kid room pins. Cause I’m in deep.

Ten Tips to getting your best family photos ever!

1. Hire an amazing photographer. Don’t skimp, save up, and remember how worth it these photos are. Find one who not only has a style you love, but who YOU love. The more comfortable your family is with your photog, the better your pictures will be. Remember this, you guys are beautiful when you are just living life in love together. Find someone who captures that.

1475972_10100738406913680_378939463_n2. Come up with an idea! Keep it simple, but having an idea in mind helps in every other way. If you have an idea/theme that will help you decide on outfits, props, destination, everything! I knew I wanted cozy/cabin feeling outdoor photos. So we packed up loads of blankets, a big thermos of hot cocoa, and wore tons of layers, and off to the tree farm we went!



3. Count on Candids. Don’t get to0 pintresty with your plans, unless you are kidless then pintrest to high heavens while you can! Go into your photos with lots of opportunity for cute candid photos that include your whole family. For us, nursing is a go to because it contains the squirmiest of our family, and everyone is engaged. Mugs and hot chocolate also work well because the girls liked to sit and clink glasses, cuddle up, and drink something sweet! So it helped them sit still and be able to get some awesome sister photos. The candid’s are always going to be the lifelong favorites, the moments that aren’t perfect but are so dead on to where you’re at, so allow for those to happen without all the “you sit here. SMILE!” stress.




4. Don’t be afraid to let your kids be themselves. Does you daughter ONLY wear that one dress. Go with it! Does your husband just hate v-necks, let him pick what he wears! And does your youngest just never sit still? No biggie. Find ways to chase them toward the photographer, or bring a fun activity, or pack a sucker (yes, I wholly advocate that). Getting awesome pictures of happy kids is far easier than getting pictures of kids who are annoyed or encumbered by clothes they don’t like. And, bonus! It takes the heat off of you picking their outfits!



5. Prep your kids. Get them excited! Tell them what’s happening, and why it’s going to be fun! Show them pictures of you when you we’re little, explain how cool it will be to look back on this. Nolie LOVES to see photos of herself as a baby, and talking about how she can see these when she is a teenager is a HUGE selling point. Let your kids get excited about this too, make a card for the photographer, help decide what to bring as a prop (cider or hot cocoa? obviously my girls are brilliant and picked chocolate). These are family photos, and the more ownership your littles take in them the more fun you will all have, the more of an experience it will be, and the better the pictures will turn out.



6. Have some fun. Laugh too big. Have a double chin. But give up caring, because in ten years, those huge laughs on your face and your tiny children and your young husband… they will be your absolute favorite memories.




7. Remember that bold is best, and matching is unnecessary. This holds true for lips (bright! pop!) and clothes. Save the clothes with words/characters for another day if you can (if you can’t, go for the giant Minnie Mouse shirt and a smiling kiddo over the sad faced girl in a gorgeous mini boden.)



8. Get your makeup done, Mama. I know, I know. This is weird, expensive advice. But I HIGHLY recommend it. You know the age old “if mama ain’t happy, no ones happy!” same goes for photos; “I’m mama feels great, everyone feels great!” my confidence, lack of stress, and feeling like my best self… it made a world of difference for our photos.



9. For at least a few photos. Pretend your photographer isn’t there. And kiss like the kids are in bed. Comfort your kiddos like you would when no one is there for the photo. And let everyone just be; kicking,nursing, kissing, crying, just let it be for at least a few.




10. And, finally, your kids are the most beautiful, intense, amazing, and worthy of remembering creatures on the planet. So with a good photographer, there really is no screwing those cherub cheeked babies up.





Makeup (and confidence boost!) by; Love Beauty 

And Photographer (and friend); Tiffany Burke Photography

eye of the storm.

I shouldn’t write about this. Because the conclusion of this story isn’t here yet. It might be a month away. Or it might be five or more years away. But I’m living in the apex and it feels too big to cork it. Too risky to put these dreams out there. But if feels like a lie to keep them all in.

I think about tiny feet coming through a big door, into a little odd shaped room with a line of hooks low enough for spindly little arms to reach and hang their too big coats. 

Our family is one giant upheaval right now. Charlie started a new job this past week. That means that since June he has left a job, started a new job, left that job, and started back up at the old job. Change like that throws us for a big significant, overwhelming loop.

I see hardwoods that shine and are oiled by little slippered feet that twirl, twirl, twirl. “At least 18 times in a room so big!” and the grin seems just as wide as my heart can spread in this room to breath. 

We made the choices prayerfully, carefully, and with council and so many late night conversations. But we both are still trying to find our feet in this ever changing ‘normal’.

The black wood stove burns hot. The soft rugs invite. And fingers can intertwine  and eyes and linger and lips kiss. And little snores can be heard in the next room. And the fire can burn brighter still.

And then, a couple of weeks ago, the perfect house, through a really amazing affordable housing program, came on the  market. And this is the piece I should wait to share. I should wait till I have either a bow to tie it up; announce our first home. Or till I can write another post. One not distracted with dreams of a laundry room and space for my girls to spin.

I imagine hearing the steady beat; whoosh, whoosh, whoosh. Behind a closed door. A room that can warm and  vibrate and clean our endless linens.

But I’m here. In the eye of a tornado. Change all around us, dust no where near settled, suffocating in paperwork and numbers and qualifiers, and prayers, and ‘are we this grown up?’.

Their room. Their thick moulding, high ceilings, space to Jump! and read and color and stretch, and mostly; Grow. 

So what are we doing? We are celebrating all the small wins. We are finding normal and stability in our weird and wild girls. We are potty learning ( I know, what? Ever is crazy little but wants to do it!) and cookie baking. We are focusing deep on love. On eye contact and kissing, on time alone, and home cooked meals. On comfort food, and good uplifting articles on parenting I aspire to. We are reading books in the free minutes, drinking cider like mad, and checking our emails incessantly to see if we have heard any news about the next steps with this home.We are anchoring in the things that are unconditional. In His word. Each others arms. And two big eyed spunksies with toothy grins.

Bedside tables, my beautiful bed, built by my beautiful husband. Space for the trunk at the end of the bed, overfilled with blankets to cover the four bodies that cuddle in tightly. 

That prayer and feeling God gave me last December, it has been nothing but dead on for the year. And still, to the very end, I’m Holding Tight.

I’m home, dreaming. 

How to nurse in a dress!

I’ve been thinking about writing this post for ages! I’ve only come across a few dresses I can’t nurse in, but generally I’ve found there are tricks and ways to nurse in virtually any dress.
Here are my tricks when looking at dresses during shopping trips, and a few cheap items you can add to your wardrobe to make the dresses you already have work!
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{how most of this post was written; while nursing, in a dress.}
Number ONE tip: TRY IT OUT. Don’t look at a dress and think “I could never nurse in that.”  When you are in the dressing room and you try on a dress, any dress! Give popping your boob out the top a go. It sounds weird, because it kind of is, but you would be surprised! Pull the dress neckline gently forward as far as you can, hike it up short short in the back, (it won’t matter, you’ll be sitting when you nurse!) and try to nurse. I guarantee you will be shocked! You would be surprised how much ‘give’ there is to this material if you just give nursing in it a shot, I’ve been shocked many, many times by what is ‘nursable’ even though it isn’t a traditionally stretchy feeling material. For example…
{however, this dress is also a nice one to wear with leggings or jeggings to nurse. Because of the nipped in elastic waist it can almost act as a cover/tent feeling when I nurse by pulling it up, no need for any tank to cover my stomach. Like here!}
The dress doesn’t have much stretch to it at all, but when I pull the dress forward a bit around my neckline before I sit down it raises it up (short!) in the back (but who cares?! I’m sitting!) and gives me enough space to be able to pop my boob out the top and easily nurse in it. Sames goes for this dress;
And this one too;
And here I am nursing in that dress;
Or this dress, below, it is jean material! But if I pull the neckline down and bend over a bit then I can get my boob out and easily nurse (and discreetly with a scarf or in the sling) even though there is almost no give to the high’ish neckline.
Brings me to another tip; SCARVES. Nursing is a time to invest in many, many (like, you can’t have too many and I need ten more), light weight infinity scarves. I was gifted (thanks Mom!) one I adore and it was under $20 and from Brass Plum at Nordstroms (pictured above) and I use that one, and a few others to act as a nursing cover for me when I nurse in a dress. If you are going over the top and are well endowed you will be showing a lot of skin, and if that’s not your thing then using a scarf to help bring a little coverage is easy and still stylish. I like the infinity scarves best because I don’t have to take them off/rearrange it at all I just pull it over and down a bit, not over babies head, just over my exposed skin (like above!). (here is a link to the winter version of my springy one!)
As you can see, I wear scarves with my dresses a Lot;
And, nursing in the dress pictured above;
If high necked and shortish; then add a stretchy little mini skirt underneath to make it easy to lift your dress up as you would any shirt. This skirt cost me $3 on clearance and they always have them in stock and it works really well to add a thick/cozy and non slippy layer to make nursing more discreet and easy!
382775_899499094700_433472_nHere it is making nursing easy and giving a little extra length to my (suddenly short!) dress with my little 17 weeks bump!
And, finally, the obvious tips;
JERSEY. My sister is rolling her eyes right now, but really! There are lots of cute jersey dresses out there and they make nursing so.easy. and when you wash and dry they lose any sort of neck slack you created. Here are some of my easy to nurse in dresses. I look for a nice mid thigh length (I wear leggings under often and then can just lift up, or I use my skirt trick), a fitted silhouette, and not too low of a neckline.
And, also, button down dresses (lots of vintage dresses with that style!) or wrap dresses will forever be nursing friendly. Especially if paired with a light scarf.
Any other tips you seasoned nursers have? I’m wrapping this up more quickly than I planned I have to get back to nursing my around-the-clock-hungry baby!
Here’s my shopping list!
1: Ikat (with black black tights and high high heels this would be an easy way to make a jersey dress holiday party ready!
00065139-012. Poetic Shift- This with jeggings and heels, or yellow tights and a mini underneath (this would be a drop the belt and lift the dress kinda nurser) would also be great for a fun friends holiday party or a date day!
3. Darling Stripes - this one looks perfect because it gives the little waist but without a side zip! So again this with a mini underneath, or with leggings would be another great holiday look!
00073721-044. Lace Fit and Flare - I’m just kidding. I don’t think I could nurse in this, though I’m up for the challenge. I just want it so bad to wear on a date!
{no affiliate links or compensation, I really do just troll F21 and Nordies too much}

Dressember 2013

I decided to full force jump into Dressember this year, I’ve done it in the past as a fun “get dressed!” inspiration but never fully committed. This year the terms of Dressember changed, the goal no long just to ‘wear a dress’ but so much bigger than that.

To make a change. To raise awareness.

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“What began in 2009 as a quirky style challenge with a clever name spread like wildfire. Put simply, Dressember is a month of wearing dresses. At its core, Dressember is a celebration of femininity and beauty. It has created a community the globe of like-minded individuals who would not have otherwise ever come in contact with one another.

In 2013, Dressember took on new meaning: opposing human trafficking by aligning with International Justice Mission. IJM is a human rights organization that works to rescue victims of slavery, sexual exploitation, and other forms of violent oppression. Now, those who participate in Dressember are also seeking to raise awareness and funds for IJM’s work to continue. The heart of Dressember is freedom– that every woman, man, and child has the right to be free to live a vibrant life.”

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I decided to participate because this is a cause that is important. Overwhelming. And heartbreaking. I look at my two girls and know that we know wealth, safety, security, warmth, and a life without fear in a way that many women, children, and men couldn’t begin to dream of. Today my girls donned dresses, not because they know or understand this cause, but because ” We can help other people with a dress!” and Nolie’s words ring true.

Raise a voice! Give a dollar (or, you know, a hundred!)! Participate, tell your friends and family, ask them to donate. Save up some change, forgo fancy syrup in your holiday drink (or don’t, because it’s delish and you can probably afford $4 for coffee and $5 for an amazing cause!), give a little to help a lot.

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In 2011 alone, IJM partnered with local authorities to rescue more than 1,600 children, women and men from sex trafficking, forced labor slavery and other violent oppression, and helped put more than 100 slave-owners, traffickers and rapists behind bars.

Today, over 27 million men, women, and children are trapped in slavery. That’s more people than the entire course of the Trans-Atlantic slave trade. The mission of Dressember is to put a stop to one of the greatest social injustices of our time. Dressember participants wear dresses every day during the month of December to celebrate the freedom of beauty and femininity that they’re allowed, and to raise awareness and funds on behalf of those who aren’t free to live vibrant, autonomous lives. One hundred percent of the funds raised during Dressember will go directly to International Justice Mission, a human rights organization that has worked tirelessly for over 15 years to bring rescue to victims of slavery, sexual exploitation, and violent oppression. Together, we can make a lasting global impact.


{day one}

Please consider donating to this cause, and it isn’t too late to participate! There are a whole lotta dress filled days left in December! Here is my IMJ account that is easy to donate through, or you can donate through as well.

Nolie is 4(ish).

“Nolie! How do you feel today? You are four!”

yes. And, I feel four…ish. But just a little four.


 She’s a gift to everyone she meets. Her infectious laugh, her quick smile and easy friendship, the way that she asks “are you good? are you feeling okay? being a mama is hard.” of me most days, the way that she talk to Evie “Ever, it’s okay. You aren’t quite ready to share yet, you are my baby!” and the way she loves Charlie “Papa, I’m your girl, huh? I miss you so  much. I wish each day was a weekend.”

Nolie is hitting a developmental stride that is killing me with it’s sweetness. She gives, understands empathy, and has a grasp of what it means that Ever is “the baby” “a baby” in ways I never could have dreamt. We are seeing some of the pay off of our parenting choices and it’s helping me stay the gentle course with her spunksy sister. Nolie gives me the gift of perspective every day, and I don’t have words to express how thankful I am for that, especially on the hard days.

She made everything new again with her birth, changed everything in my heart and mind, and rocked my world in gigantic-plate shifting ways. She is the coming to fruition of the dreams I had just beyond my minds ability to grasp, the “what will I be when I grow up” question answered. The “what is all this school for?” given weight and the “how big can a heart grow?” shattered-exploded-grown into a love I couldn’t ever fathom till she was here.

Nolie girl. You are very four’ish, and I can’t wait to keep getting to know you. You are everything and more. The world is yours and your loving hearts, take it.

1003941_10100715704788920_849223463_nNolie and some of her friends, and ours, around the fire at the end of her birthday party.

The number of smiles she brought, friends she made, hearts she grown is innumerable.  I am honored to know her, let alone carry the intimate and amazing job of Mama to Nolie.

step back.

So, it seems like every blog I read writes this post at some point or another. And I kind of self vowed to never write one. But I also never thought I would need to.

But, I guess I’m here. And this is my little space and this is what is on my big heart and it deserves a moment of documenting, processing, thinking.

I love writing here. I write to work through motherhood. The things that just boil hard and fast and beautiful and I need a place to let them run-over, and the things that sting and ache and the only way I can seem to make heads or tails is to take hands to board and get the words and thoughts in an order. And, I miss writing. I loved each of my college writing courses and miss them. I miss a ten page requirement and hours spent on  one (likely lousy) metaphor. So this is my spot.

But lately I am feeling like maybe it’s too much out there, or not quite enough and I am walking a fine line between “real” blogging and just throwing up some cute photos and recipes here and there. And I don’t know quite how to jump ship or tow either line, I am just fumbling often. I don’t want to put more out there than my girls will want to see/read/have known when they are older, I also don’t want to update obligatory or pointless pieces, I try hard to only put things up that have merit and meaning to me.

So, yeah, as you can read, I am just mumbling around annoying here. For  now, for this space, I need a little perspective and time. However, I recently purged about half my “friend” list on FB and will be updating on my blog facebook a lot more, so find me there.

If you aren’t there, you missed this picture. And that is a travesty.


My little mirror.


I keep waiting for her to be quiet and not need me, long enough to write about how incredible she is. Long enough to put down into words how amazing it is to see the cogs turn, the words come, the abilities pour out, and her growing go faster-faster-faster till it’s spinning so fast we both fall down. But that moment isn’t coming, and we have both just fallen down, hard.

I remember  Nolie crying for no reason that I could discern, yelling loudly and sadly in words I couldn’t understand, but I was there. I could get down on her level, talk to he and give her huge feelings words, I could hold her all day long, and nurse her for hours. When she was having a day that developmentally spun too fast we would slow the world in the rocking chair and nurse all day while I watched old movies and cried about how hard it was.

But Ever is a new breed. She wants to nurse, but can’t stop watching Nolie-playing-running-working to do it. So instead she latches on and cuddles in and then scratches and kicks and kneads my boobs while simultainiously trying to stand and run and nurse… “gymnursics” would be the understatement of the century. It feels like we are off; two cogs on, what is supposed to be, one wheel, that just keep grinding and sparking.

I am lucky in my disposition that none of this makes me mad at her. But mad at myself. Frustrated at my inability to take a deep breath and just.keep.loving.  I have read enough, experienced enough, and researched thoroughly enough to know deeply that none of this is her manipulating-doing “bad things”- or being “naughty” all of this is …. normal. All of this is developmentally dead on, learning her world, her boundaries, what works and what doesn’t, what cause and effect is, what happens when things fall down, what happens when you throw, what happens to others when you ________ . I know. Empathy is starting here. And it needs to start here with me, not with the 1.5 year old.

But it’s so hard. So, so, so damn hard. I want to cry and yell and just say “GIVE ME A FREAKING BREAK, LIFE!” Today I cried to Charlie… “I just want to drive to a job, leave the girls with someone I trust as much as you trust me, and just do some busy work. Wear dress pants. Eat the the snacks left by whoever was an over zealous baker the night before. And drink some frilly latte with my comrades while we gossip about the annoying memos.” {And, for the record, this was weird and I *never* want that.} These days feel so long, till there over.

I am on a hair trigger fueled by little sleep, little space to myself, stress over things that are small, (Birthday parties, business information, mama drama, vacation planning, the daily things that aren’t bad at all. The things I know I would ache to ‘deal with’ if anything ever really went wrong.) and the weight of two… the weight of two little girls, the weight of four ears that hear it all and cry when I say “no” to harshly (because it’s scary! and I am so much bigger than them!), and forgive me so so easily it breaks my heart for my mean’ness even more.

And maybe that’s the crux. When I am laying in bed with Ever, attempting to nurse her down for nap for the third time, and she is clawing at me and leaving deep marks, and I am laying her down again-again-again and she is crying so hard she chokes and I am at the end of it and I then she pinches me hard (in frustration and lack of words) and then I say, again, “I can just hold you.” and she sobs her sadness, finally, into my arms and her eyes close with hard and tight as she finally latches on and falls asleep, and I can remember that this was not that bad. And I can leave the room and have to face the apologies of all the hours before this; “I am so sorry I said a mean word (Stupid), I am so sorry I spoke too harshly at the park when it was time to leave. I was feeling frustrated and upset.” and instead of being met with my feelings, at the same confessions that come from a sweet and small 3 year old voice, I am met with “it’s okay Mama. It’s hard being a baby. It’s hard being a Mama. Lets cuddle up.” and I can feel it. That despite my lame and anger, my huge-huge-huge disproportionate feelings when they are being two of the punkiest punks I have ever seen… what they soak up is the forgiveness, what Nolie is learning and growing (and AMAZING AT) is the empathy. She is quick to forgive, and a portion of that is because she has the most open heart I’ve ever seen, but a portion of that is modeling… is what she’s seen. Is a quickly erased slate.

We will weather this stage. And the hard failures I have, the endless apologies on my lips, the sleepiness and lack of words, the anger and frustration, the nap battling, and so much ‘mama mama neeeed’ing will come to an end. And at the end of that phase is this new one, one I am blessed to be standing in with my older girl, the one where empathy isn’t just a glint in their eye as they share a loved toy with a crying friend, but empathy is words upon words of balm to a soul of any age.

I’ll admit that 18mo is not my favorite. But it is a harshly accurate mirror. And here I stand, often wordless at my girl and in need of extra love despite not knowing how to ask for it. But I can see what stands on the other side, and I am not quite wishing this away, but am endlessly excited to see what fruit grows out of Ever and I during this spark and fire filled time.


Pie Cakes for breakfast.

I recently roasted one of our front yard pumpkins and was left with two quart sized jars and 6 (!) little jars worth of puree! So much bang for my buck (literally, pretty sure that one pumpkin start was a $1)! I’ve been making an excessive amount of pumpkin spice syrup for my coffee, pumpkin smoothies, and anything else I can think of with my sweet puree.

One of my favorite things about this season is the swapping and giving that starts going on with all the canned and gleaned goods from friends. I have pumpkin to give away freely, and am receiving canned goodies (Uh, Apple Ginger Butter? Pumpkin Ale Preserves? Bring it on amazing friends!) and a couple days back a friend dropped off some fresh pressed cider in exchange for some baby sitting. I knew that the cider and pumpkin needed to meet, and thus these pie cakes we’re born.


1 3/4 cup flour

2T sugar

2 t baking soda

1T cinnamon

1t nutmeg

1t pumpkin spice

1 cup pumpkin puree

2/3 cup milk (I used almond)

1 cup cider (I used fresh pressed apple juice)

2 eggs, 6T melted EVCO

dash of vanilla

Mix dry together well, and whisk together wet. Combine wet and dry,  let it sit for about five minutes, cook in cast iron and enjoy immediately for pie type consistency and wait it out in the oven a bit (on warm or lowest setting directly on the rack) for a more crisp outside.