Friday, March 24, 2017

Friday Photo Dump

Is a post a post without an alliteration title? Here are some pictures I've been keeping from you and instragram. 

Eating snow because it was too cold to go out and Mommy didn't want him eating it off her shoes. 

Grandparents day! 


It isn't a complete day without GMac insisiting on wearing a "daddy" shirt (this one is his favorite if its clean) and his shoes along with his dog-dog. 

I had to pick up a phone at work last week. Monkey insisted on dressing up for Mommy's work ladies.

So #blessed to have those bracelets and Mickey. I'm just glad we made the cut. 

Thanks to Joyce, we're always dressed for St. Patty's Day! 

Mommy can't bike in peace. Notice the Daddy Shirt again. 

Watching, or maybe not, the original Beauty and the Beast while asking for popcorn from under her blanket.

Tuesday, March 21, 2017

If you need us we'll be outside (I hope).

The Elseas are welcoming Spring with open arms today and it's not because we're tired of being cooped up (turns out being in a larger space while you have to stay in doors is just as lovely as we thought), but because our children, especially GMac right now, want to live outside. We can't get out of the car without GMac trying to play with the sandbox or rice table.

So hello, Spring, we're glad to have you here.

Last year's spring. 

Friday, March 17, 2017

Fashion? What's fashion?

Remember how I used to post clothes and bags and shoes and bags I liked? Ha!  Gone are those days.  I can't remember the last time I've been to a clothing store for myself and not the kids. But to be fair, I do remember the last clothing item I ordered myself online.  $12 Bermuda shorts on sale at j.crew last summer.

And lets face it, these days me dressing up (aside from business casual at work) is putting on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt.  Yes, if I put on a pair of jeans instead of yoga pants, I'm considering myself dressed for the day. Hello, Rachel, this is motherhood.

Maybe the reason why I don't dress up (other than just not feeling do I get back in the groove of wanting to dress us?) is because I sit next to GMac for meals and he cannot make it through a meal without grabbing my arm and rubbing food on me in the process.

All that to say, this post is not a Fashion Friday post. It's a regular post.

I'm very slightly expanding my reading horizons.  I just finished It Ends With Us, a novel about domestic violence.  I did not realize that was the theme until halfway through when I read the authors note in the back (despite her note saying "don't read this, it has spoilers").  Now I'm working on my first young adult book, Finding Audrey (only because I love Sophie Kinsella).

If you take nothing else from this post, and you won't because there's nothing here, take this article.  Now I want to go to England and read English chick-lit.

I love March Madness. I haven't watched a single regular season game this year and I blame that on the move, Ohio State being very bad, and the Indians in the World Series (it takes a while to care about other sports after that). I'm currently beating C in our intra-family (his words) bracket challenge.  There is nothing on the line but I'm beginning to wish I bet a third child. Except I never win.

Happy weekend, Friends!

Sunday, March 12, 2017

I have a long list of things I think could legitimately make me go crazy, but squirrels weren't on there...until now.

We had a great weekend and it's lighter later and I've been waiting for that since November and blah, blah, blah, our wonderful weekend is being overshadowed by two squirrels who won't leave the bird feeder alone.

You guys.  I'm going mad over here.  Charles' parents got us a bird feeder as a house warmign gift which is great, because I love all things nature. Make that all things nature that is not squirrels eating from the BIRD feeder.

These suckers are driving me nuts.  They walk down the branch; shimmy down the hook and wire; and eat the bird food.

I'm not including a picture of these guys in the act because I don't want to give them any more attention and don't want them to get any more food in the time I'm taking a picture instead of throwing ice at them.

Yes, I throw ice at them AND I HIT MY FIRST ONE YESTERDAY! I'm sure the neighbors loved me yelling "I HIT MY FIRST SQUIRREL!!" Classy, Rachel, real classy.

I've done my research and will be purchasing a squirrel baffler asap, unless you tell me otherwise.

Friday, March 10, 2017


I finished Today Will Be Different.  It wasn't the bestest and I'm not sure the point of the book (but I did skim some boring parts), but I finished it, so there.

Is Jen Lancaster writing books anymore? I liked the last memoir, but couldn't get in to the last novel (too numbery).

We're all in various stages of some type of cold over here.  Monkey got it first, then GMac, then C, then me.  It's slooooooowly making it's way through.  Just taking several days to progress to the next stage.  That being said, today was a movie day for GMac while monkey was at school.  His current favorite is Secret Life of Pets or as he calls it "Max!".

Grandma Elsea left today. Both kids (and parents) were very sad to see her go and are already trying to figure out when we can see her (and Grandpa) again.

This week we ate the following:
InstaPot Minestone
Cheesy Baked Penne with Eggplant (similar)
One Pan Honey Garlic Chicken and Veggies
Pizza Hut
Chicken Taco Chili

This weekend is leftovers and a splurge meal or snack before cracking down and calorie counting and biking (which I've been doing until I realized it's probably NOT the best idea to keep going your regular routine while sick, so cutting back a bit until Sunday or Monday). Ugh.  Eating healthy makes me hungry.

Speaking of hungry we had McDonalds for lunch. So, yeah. starting eating well on Sunday.

Wednesday, March 8, 2017

It's Baking Day, It's Baking Day, It's Baking Day with Grandma!

Shout out to Grandma Elsea and her patience baking with the kids.

And shout out to one of our favorite books.

GMac did not lick that blue spatula before putting it in the sugar container

And GMac is not sick.