In case you missed our announcement on the socialmedia, we are excited to share that we’re adding another little pumpkin to our family next April! For those who are interested, I’ll be 14 weeks along this Sunday (the babe is the size of a peach or a lemon, if you’re into those fruit comparison things) and yes, we are definitely going to find out what we’re having (coincidentally, on the same week we’re closing on our new house)! Because I am the worst with surprises and I have a serious need to plan ahead.
Our annual trip to the apple orchard is officially in the books for 2016! Our fridge is now half full with apples that I have big plans for (if Avery and I don’t snack on all of them first because you guys, straight-from-the-orchard apples are TOO GOOD) — apple pie, apple crisp, apple pancakes, apple oatmeal, baked apples, apples with pork chops, the list goes on. Forget pumpkin — I’m all about the apple right now.
We spent a sunny Saturday here in Minnesota picking Haralsons and Honeycrisps from the trees at Afton Apple Orchard and I snapped a few pics, if you’d like to see.
Gratitude is something we often have for others, but is not something we often express. I know in our own little family we do our best to say “thank you” as often as we can — it’s important to us to know that we are grateful for each other and thankful for what we do for each other, no matter how simple the act.
But nobody’s perfect. And in the hustle and bustle of life, we often forget to say those two words to those we care about, even if we feel thankful in our hearts. This season of life for us is especially busy — we are building a house, we are working, we are traveling, we are heading from errands to meetings to play dates and back again. I know you probably feel the same way, too. But maybe it’s time to take a moment, just one moment, to show someone in your life that you care about them — with chocolate.
And what better day to do it than today, on National Thank You Day?
I feel as though it’s been a literal age since I last updated you on what’s going on behind the blog, so I thought I’d take this moment to fix that. So grab a cup of coffee or tea, maybe a doughnut (yes, yes, definitely a doughnut), and let’s chat!
First, can we take a look at that peony in the photo above? A co-worker of mine brought those from her garden into work this week and they are STUNNING. And huge. Like, the size of my head. And I get to look at them all day long from my work kitchen and they make me so happy.
Second, my child just turned two years old a couple of weeks ago, so THAT gives me all the feels.
A couple of weeks ago, I found out I had a miscarriage. What I expected to be a routine 11-week appointment and my very first ultrasound where I would get to see my baby for the first time, see it bounce around on the black and white screen, its little heartbeat aflutter, ended abruptly with the news from my doctor that in fact, my baby had not made it past 9 weeks. The feeling I had in that exact moment is difficult to describe — it was as if the room was expanding, exhaling, to an infinite scale, and then immediately contracting, closing in, the walls so tight around me I could barely breathe. I saw her words — “I’m concerned this is a miscarriage” — spoken to me directly, but I heard them as though echoed from across a long hallway, to the general air around her. Not to me, surely. This couldn’t be happening to me.
Hi hi hiiiiiiiii! It’s Thursday, which is almost Friday, which is almost the weekend, and I’m in South Carolina this week with some blogger friends wearing leggings (mandatory), eating delicious food (naturally) and talking shop/non-shop, nonstop (love). It’s been a great getaway so far and I will share more details later (though you can follow along on the shenanigans via Snapchat –> stephmwise), but for now, let’s talk about the fact that I made you another video (!!!).
I’m really trying to get the hang of this video thing, as it’s, uh, not my forte. This is why I blog behind a computer screen where I can type up words and edit them before I share them with the world (though that doesn’t really stop me from oversharing anyway, but I digress). With video, I can edit all of my blunders, too, but people, there are SO MANY BLUNDERS. Ask the husband, who typically acts as my cameraman/director/warn-er of “babe, you’ve said ‘um’ a dozen times in the last five seconds and also have not blinked.” Bless him. But I’m going to keep practicing, and while video obviously will never take over on this blog, it may make an appearance more often, especially when I feel it is more helpful than just looking at photos.