You guys know I give my husband a lot of crap. Like a lot. Okay, I could probably link almost every post I’ve written, because I weave some kind of subtle (or not-so-subtle) dig into nearly every one. It’s my way of ensuring he reads them.
Easter is right around the corner, y’all, and that means Easter Egg hunts, Easter baskets, church celebrations, and perhaps most importantly (*awaits lightning strike down from Heaven *), Cadbury eggs.
The baby registry. So much excitement and stress all rolled up into one task. Registering can be one of the most fun stages of being pregnant, but if you’re a psychotic over-analyzer like me, it’s also a massive undertaking. I felt the need to make sure I was choosing the “best” of everything. Like, literally everything (thank god for Lucie’s List). I researched the best crib mattress cover, the best changing pad, the best bottle brush… I was insane; believe me when I say those things don’t matter. Do not do this.
There is nothing worse than a sick baby. So helpless, so weak, so completely pathetic. They sleep all day, and when they’re awake, they just whine and groan, and there’s nothing you can do to make them feel better.
Oh wait, I’m sorry, did I say “baby” up there? I meant “husband.” There’s nothing worse than a sick husband.
The Instant Pot strikes again! The more I use this thing, the more I love it. It’s very quickly becoming a staple in my weekly menu planning.
One thing I’m trying to get the hang of is the “pot-in-pot” method, where you cook two different things at the same time by putting one item in the bottom of the main pot, and then a second item on a trivet, in a smaller pot (or a makeshift aluminum foil “bowl”) above it.
Fewer dishes + faster cook time = 🎉🍾🙌