Le Weekend

i can’t believe it’s Monday already. That’s what happens when you actually have plans over the weekend, I suppose. It was still a blast, and I will most likely be paying for it for the next few days *cough* allthebeer.

Saturday started out innocent enough. While Hulk was out running errands, Squish and I had a lovely weekend breakfast involving Nutella.

Then we went to SF Oysterfest in Golden Gate Park. I had way more oysters and beer than what was probably recommended for my age group.

Sunday morning started off with more brunch and more Nutella. Hulk’s mom was visiting, so we had a nice Mother’s Day brunch at La Boulange then took Squish to the playground so he could burn off some Nutella. When we were cold and wanted to go home we were met with only minor protests.

Later we went and checked out the house we’ve almost bought. Two more weeks! 

Then we went home to lay around and eat leftovers.


After all that, I still managed to get my run in this morning. 

Woo-hoo! I finally broke 3 miles! 

And that is all.

Well, I still need to finish putting together my Whole30 wrap up. That’s on the bucket list for this week. And we got a dog on Wednesday, so I need to give you the proper introduction to her when I get the chance. So, I guess that’s all for now.

Go make it a great Monday!

Local Road Trip (a.k.a. We Left the House!)

Over the weekend we decided to go on a mini road trip.


That’s right, we got out of the house! Everyone was feeling a bit stir-crazy, so we decided to visit my bro-in-law up in Santa Rosa. On the way we stopped at Cavallo Point lodge for brunch. I had an open-faced pastrami, which everyone agreed that was so good I won at “brunch.”


The restaurant faced some beautiful views of the Golden Gate Bridge and San Francisco.


Then we headed up to Sonoma County to pay a baby-fueled visit to my bro- and sis-in-law. He just got a new car, so the boys took turns seeing how much they could burn rubber and fishtail it while the girls drank tea and gossiped. I wanted to take the car for a spin, but it’s a manual transmission and since it’s been a couple years since I’ve driven a stick, coupled with the fact that it was nighttime and rainy, I decided to take rain check in trying out the new motorized baby.

Whatever, we had steak for dinner, so, winning.


Amazing steak. I had a piece each of the ribeye and the filet.


And everyone slept on the drive home except for Hulk because he had to drive. The end.

Pancakes and The New Normal

I’ve had so much to talk about lately, I don’t even know where to start.


“Please, Mommy, indulge us with a soliloquy.”

Sometimes when life gives you a big change, it’s best to throw all of your expectations it the door and focus on what you are actually able to do. I had big thoughts and plans to blog through the newborn days. Which of course didn’t happen. Partially because I forgot how time-consuming a newborn is, and completely because I had no idea how additionally time-consuming having an almost-three year old with a newborn actually is.



Good thing they’re so cute. I heard the other day, “one is two and two is ten.” It feels like they were right.

I figure that the best way to get out of this trial-and-error period and into the “new normal” is to start building the life I want with what I have, rather than trying to build the life I want with things that aren’t available. I do not have a solid hour a day to do my blog work. But I do have several 10-minute chunks of time in between feedings and napping (both for her and for me) that I can try to assemble something coherent.

The big benefit to not having to be anywhere in the morning is I can make food. I’m getting fairly good at one-arm cooking. This morning it was French toast and eggs, with some clementine.


One of the legacies my mom left when she was out here helping with the new baby is instilling and obsession for pancakes in Squish. Every morning when we wake up (read: he bounces out of bed and declares, “mommy, wake up now!”) he insists on pancakes for breakfast. We are out of the pancake mix my mom used, so he has been boycotting my breakfasts of oatmeal or bacon ‘n’ eggs this week. Fortunately he was fooled enough with the French toast to call them pancakes, and I was able to get him to eat something this morning. Score one mommy win for the week. Every point matters in this stage of the game.


“I could eat my corn dogs. Or I could pretend that they are cars and drive them all over my plate. Yes, that is a much better use for corn dogs.”

While one child seems to have lost interest in eating, the other hasn’t stopped snacking at any and every opportunity.


“Is that a boob?”

Little M was born at 6 lbs 15 oz, and at her one-week checkup she was already at 7 lbs 9 oz. So she’s gaining roughly an ounce a day,
which is impressive. Her newborn clothes were pretty baggy when we brought her home, but as we are approaching her three week birthday anniversary, they are starting to get a bit snuggy. I’m changing her onesies at any opportunity to maximize the wear on all the cute newborn clothes she has. I hate it when they wear an outfit once or twice before they’ve outgrown it.


Like her party dress from Thanksgiving! Yes, she has an infant-sized tutu.

Okay, this turned into a marathon post. And I’ve reused pictures; I’ve been pretty lousy at remembering to take pictures during the day. Of course I kind of have my mind on other things, but I also do not have a lot of pajama pants with pockets. I went to Target to get some pocketed pajama pants, only to find that they don’t make pockets in women’s pajama pants. Yeah, because women apparently don’t need pockets. But men’s pajama pants have pockets. Like, legit side pockets and not that dinky little panel of fabric on the butt excuse for a pocket. So I am now wearing men’s pajama pants so I have a place to stick my phone. So if you are looking for holiday gift ideas for me, I could use more men’s pajama pants with pockets. Oh, and the fleece ones at Target are on sale for $10 right now and are sooo cozy warm, if you have a dude (or lady) in your life that appreciates a good pair of fuzzy warm pants with pockets.

Okay, I am done now. Make it a great day!

Meet Mercedes!

“What did you do this weekend, Emily?”

“Oh, not much. Sat around, watched some TV, had a baby.”

WOO-HOO! She’s finally here! Baby v2.0 made her appearance Saturday morning, meet little Mercedes Catherine:


I’ll post more pictures when I get them off of Hulk’s phone. He was our main social media coordinator/photographer throughout the event.

Anyway, Sadie was born at 11:18 A.M. on Saturday, November 22. She clocked in at 20 inches and 6 lbs, 15 oz of pure squashy baby fury.


Proud papa!

Labor and postpartum at the hospital were everything and nothing like I remembered it with Squish. I’ll post the birth story later, but in a nutshell it really couldn’t have gone any better and I feel fantastic (considering I just squeezed out a baby I now have to breast feed around the clock, of course)!

Go make it a wonderful day! I know mine will be, we are bringing our little burrito baby home today 🙂


A Potluck of Sorts

So, I totally flaked on posting last night. We had dinner with a neighbor, and between the food and fun hanging out it didn’t even cross my mind to put together a post. C’est la vie, eh?

We did have a potluck of sorts. Our neighbor made homemade gnocchi and chicken soup that was fabulous. He made homemade chicken stock using the leftover bird from our chicken cacchiatore dinner party the other night. (If you’re curious, we used this chicken cacciatore recipe from goodhousekeeping.com)



The broth was perfect, I have a hard time getting my stock to taste that good!

Then I made tacos.


Gnocchi and tacos go together, right?

After the soup, I was already feeling pretty full so I stuck with one taco.



Then we all hung out until I was ready for bed and the boys were ready to see what all was happening in the SF night life. Someday I might be willing to venture out to the clubs again, but for now this little momma has a bedtime!

It was a good thing I caught up on my sleep last night, because it was heavenly waking up to no alarm. I threw my shoes on and went out for a 30 minute run a la Summer Shape Up.


It’s amazing all that has changed since I walked down Mission street every day for work. There used to be two empty lots on my walk to the office. Now there are two half-built skyscrapers.

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I came home to the boys just rolling out of bed for the day, one slightly hungover 😉 so I made some brunch for everyone using the leftover taco stuff.


Huh, sideways pic. Anyway, it was sort of a mexican scramble, bacon, and half a bagel thin that eventually was topped with cream cheese.

And I dug out my Nuun. I forgot how much I love Nuun! It’s a nice change-up from plain old water sometimes.



Time to get some housework down and plan the shenanigans for the day. Rumor has it we might be hitting up the zoo this afternoon with some friends!

Make it a great day!

All the Food, Urgent Care Adventures, and a Long Savasana

So, I spent two hours on Sunday doing weekly food prep.



Soooo muuuuuch fooooood. I ran out of containers to put everything in. #paleoproblems

The family went out and enjoyed the nice weather on Sunday. We wandered around the Golden Gate Bridge with 10,000 of our favorite tourist friends.


Still doesn’t suck.

And Squishy contemplated how much sand he could eat at Stinson Beach.



“Oh, great! Mom gave me a giant spoon with which to eat All The Sand!”

I came down with the sniffles while traveling last week, and I brought them home to Squish. Sunday night he was breathing really weird and it worried me. Like, short, raspy breaths. So off to Urgent Care we went.



Selfies while waiting for the doctor. I think I look more sick and tired than he does.

The rule of Urgent Care is if you go, it’s probably nothing. And if you don’t go, it’s something super serious and you’re a horrible parent for not taking them. So 1 1/2 hours of waiting for the doctor later, Squish has congestion, cough, and a mild fever and his breathing is normal for a kid with these symptoms. Yeah, he’s fine. Glad he took up the spot from another kid that has a real illness.

After getting home around 11:00, I was really glad I did all that food prep since lunch was a snap to prepare.


Ground beef, root veggie hash, and brussel sprouts.

Plus a mid-afternoon snack of banana and peanut butter. I ended up only eating half the banana, it was huge.


Couldn’t say the same thing about breakfast, though. In my hurry to make the train on time I didn’t bother to eat breakfast so I made a bad decision to pick up a ham and cheese croissant and coffee with cream at the train station cafe. Their croissants are glorious, but since I’m trying to stay away from dairy and gluten it was not the best decision. I realized after the fact (as always) that there is plenty of stuff I can eat at work – fresh fruit and trail mix that’s all nuts and stuff. So lesson learned, I can eat at work if need be.

At least dinner was great too.



I met a friend for yoga, and we stopped for dinner first. This was a beet, walnut, arugula, and goat cheese salad as big as my head. I only made it through about 2/3 of it.

Yoga was a surreal experience. The class is supposed to go from 7:15 – 9:00 which is a bit long and late for me, but the instructor is amazing. The class was a perfect balance of crazy sweaty intense flows and easy-ish more restorative poses. By the time we were in savasana, I was so zen’ed out I fell asleep during savasana (in a puddle of my own sweat) and was dreaming and stuff. The instructor uses incense to wake you from savasana so by the time I came to I was so restored and relaxed. Then I looked at my phone. 9:30! We had gone a half hour over and no one noticed. I guess that’s being in the present for you.

I got home at 10:30 and washed my yoga mat. It was horrendous. I made my own yoga mat spray that I found on Pinterest and gave it a whirl after I scrubbed the mat with soap and water in the tub. We’ll see if it smells like lavender tonight, or like death and I need a new mat. If it works I’ll post the spray recipe.

Then I ate a hard boiled egg and some carrot sticks that were leftover from lunch while reading my Kindle in bed.

And that’s all for my weekend-plus-Monday update.