Dear Body

Dear Body
   I feel like I need to have a heart to heart with you. We have had our ups and downs, but somehow we have always managed to get back onto speaking terms once we have come to an understanding.
   I believe you understand how rough our pregnancies have been, but I'm not sure you understand the emotional reck I have become. We have brought two beautiful kiddos into this world but the last one took a little out of us. I understand you had a ton of chemicals going through you to make sure you kept functioning. Did you know that I had to keep us mentally coherent when we had to go to the NICU every day? Or keep the family functioning when you decided to plague me with several cases of mastitis, not cool Body, not cool. I think I deserve a break.
   I'm sorry that you have gained quite a few pounds and are not physically able to run a marathon (not that we could have before.) I would like to let you know where we stand mentally so that maybe together we can fight the battle of the bulge.
   Remember in college when we looked like this before..... Remember the car full of boys that drove past as we got out of the car in our bathing suite to get stuff out of the back. I do. I remember how they taunted and whistled saying some very hurtful things. Oh the shame... the embarrassment... the hurt. Lately that is all I can focus on when I look in the mirror. I hear them every time. I try my best to focus on the time when we looked like rock stars. It wasn't that long ago. I think we can get back there again. I just need your cooperation. Please help me not hurt so bad that I hate to work out the next day. Please find ways to sleep at night so that I have the energy to get my stuff done and work out too.
    I am also having a strange mental relationship issue. I relate the fact that I "fail" to keep our house clean with the fact that I think I might fail at getting us healthy again. In reality I don't fail at keeping it clean I have toddlers... the house is not as bad as Hoarders... its just lived in. The kids are making memories. They test their limits and its a constant sensory learning environment. If you could help me remember that I would be ever so grateful. If you could show some results in our early stages of this process that would help me out.
   Well until the next time we need to talk. Take care.

Lots of Love,
Brain

Mama's Best

This is a Sunday traditional dish that my Mom made every Sunday when I was little. It's probably because it is so quick and easy and they taste really good. Try it out.

Cookies Anyone?

Here is a recipe that I don't remember who gave it to me though they are AMAZING! A quick easy cookie. I decided in my moment of chocolate weakness that I would coat the bottom of the cookies with chocolate. They taste pretty good either way. Enjoy!

Crafty? Me?......

And you thought I could only cook. 
This is something that I made on a Saturday. I'm working with the Young Women in my Ward on their personal progress.  Well every month we do a drawing...the whole month the girls put in slips with their name that correlates to value that they completed. So this month this is the prize. It cost me all of $0. I just found things around the house....tells a lot about my house :)

Oh My! Veggie is the way to go!

If you haven't tried  Spaghetti Squash you need to! Here is a great recipe. I had a lot of fun creating this dish. Especially for doing the photography work. I plated up my delicious creations, making sure every detail was just right then walked it back to the make-shift shadow box. Placing it just so to get the optimal photograph I plugged in my iPod and went to work shooting my food. 20-30 shots later this is what I found through my camera lens. Enjoy!

Combination of Passions

So I've been thinking about my blog and decided that it was time to post something on here instead of just thinking about posting something on here. I love to cook. Lately I've been to lazy to do so. I also love to take pictures but have become complacent in that hobby and talent as well. This post is my pledge to put aside my laziness and complacency. Hope you enjoy the fruits of my labor.