Saturday, February 17, 2018

Cinnamon Rolls from the Past

I am currently in one of the "You're killing me, smalls," phases of babyhood. That is, that baby is not sleeping, day or night. Unless she's physically on my shoulder, putting my arm to sleep and guaranteeing crippling pain.

Luckily, this is not my first baby (or my second, or even my third), so I know it's just a phase. Sometime in the coming days (please) or weeks, she'll sleep again.

But for now, there are cinnamon rolls.

When I made cinnamon rolls on Christmas Eve, I made a double batch and froze some. I figured if I was going to all that trouble to make them, I'd better at least get two good mornings out of it.

The extra ones have been sitting in the freezer all this time, awaiting the right moment for cinnamon roll comfort. I am normally very careful about not eating a lot of sugar when I'm not getting any sleep, because it just makes me feel worse. But this morning, I decided that cinnamon rolls would make me feel as if I might be able to go on.

It's not the same as eight hours of uninterrupted sleep*, but it's something. And I'll take what I can get right now.

* Or even four hours. That'd be great.

Wednesday, February 14, 2018

This Is Your Valentine's Day on Sleep Deprivation

After being up most of last night--and several nights before that--and then hanging out with Poppy starting at 5 a.m., I was running low on motivation to make a special Valentine's Day breakfast for the children.

I had some bleary and very delusional thought that I should maybe make heart-shaped pancakes or something*. But then I came to my senses and cut some pieces of bread into rough heart shapes, slapped some peanut butter on that and bam! Valentine's Day memories: made!

Because nothing says love like wonky heart-shaped bread.

Anyway, today is a school day, so there will be plenty of Valentine's Day celebrating at school. By which I mean sugar. Plus, we took the kids to the church last night to eat pancakes and decorate cupcakes at the youth group fundraiser, so I feel I've done my holiday duty.

Happy Valentine's Day, my lovelies. I hope it's full of love. (Actually, I hope all your days are full of love. Maybe today I should hope for you that you receive chocolate. That's always good.)

* I do not mean to disparage this sort of thing if that's your happy place, but it most definitely is not mine. Thankfully, I feel no Pinterest-pressure whatsoever, so I don't even pretend I'm going to be doing stuff like this.

Sunday, February 11, 2018


Happy birthday to Cubby
The best biggest brother