It is Friday, right? I am so mixed up, since I took off work in the middle of the week to see some good friends that were randomly in our hometown at the same time for the first time in over five years. The photo above is Tate and Lena at breakfast, looking very much like myself and Lena’s mom, who I’ve known for over 20 years (craziness). While it was such fun, especially seeing our kiddos play together and spending some good one-on-one time with Grandpa, my brain is totally scrambled today. Is it Monday? Tomorrow is the weekend? Wha? Huh? Who? Blergh.
Our plans this weekend include playdates with friends, some pool time, grilling out and hopefully getting some bike rides in. Did I tell you all I finally bought a bike? I totally did, and then the temps hit 105 degrees and I stopped even attempting to ride. But this weekend I will push through, if just to prove to Trent that my random purchase was worth it!
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Here are some fun links from around the web this week that had me smiling:
I’m obsessed with this Might Closet from AB Chao. I want her to be my BFF 4 Life and let me borrow her clothes. I also want her to take headless photos of me.
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Did someone say Instagram? Well, okay then! Here are some shots of our week. If you’re on Instagram, you can find me at @crazy_bananas.
Tate reading on a Saturday morning // mixtape-cd Trent made for me circa 2009 that I found in my car // Lulu lost her first tooth! // a tiny note from the tooth fairy // Lulu’s first experience with a merry go round // driving to the farm at midnight is so creepy // Tate in the tunnel at CiCo park in Manhattan // Tate snuggling with Grandpa // swinging // what 105 degrees looks like
Did I mention a few weeks ago that one of my besties, Miss Lane, gave birth to her first baby?! Oh, it is so exciting to know Lane is a mama now, and I can’t wait to trade stories of poop in the bathtub and how to wrestle the remote control away from your toddler while you’re trying to watch an ABC Family marathon (don’t act like you have no clue what I’m talking about…ABC Family is amazing!). But for now, I wanted to bring a nice meal to my dear friends who are surely living the crazed, sleepless life of first time parents. A total bonus? If you bring food, you get to snuggle baby E!
But then the week of the meal drop off came and things exploded around here (as they tend to do pretty much anytime I have anything planned ever). I quickly realized creating some major meal was not going to be in the cards, so instead I went the lazy mom’s way out…
This is a great idea for those of us with little time or little talent when it comes to cooking a fab meal (ahem, I am both of those things). I picked up a cute, reusable picnic basket and those great, colorful cartons to hold fresh fruit and summer veggies from Target. I used pre-made pesto from Whole Foods along with fresh mozzarella and tomatoes on baked bread to make caprese sandwiches, which Lu and I then wrapped in craft paper. We decorated the craft paper with colorful Kids Made Modern tape, and then made cute little utensil wraps using yellow paper napkins, plastic forks/spoons, a colorful straw and, of course, a paper umbrella to spice up their drinks. We wrapped this in the tape as well and stored them in a turquoise candle holder I got from the Target clearance rack. We threw in some Izze’s and flowers, and topped it off with fresh macaroons (also decorated in craft tape) from a local bakery. All in all, it took about 20 minutes to put together, not counting shopping. Lazy moms, hurrah!
http://www.crazybananas.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/07/Crazy_Banans_Logo_WebsiteBanner.png00Meganhttp://www.crazybananas.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/07/Crazy_Banans_Logo_WebsiteBanner.pngMegan2012-06-27 06:00:402012-06-25 20:06:24Lazy Mom's Guide to Being Awesome
Last week you turned 18 months old and we celebrated by injecting you with some chemicals so you don’t get sick. Yay, Science! Tate, I’m totally kidding. Not about the shots, you did have to get them, but my inference that they are not important. Your dad and I are very pro-vaccine and pro-western medicine, so I can only assume you’ll end up being a yogi aromatherapist who smells faintly of patchouli. I promise to love you anyway.
That’s what being a mom is all about, Tate. Loving you even when you do something silly. Like, for instance, pooping in the bathtub. Or clawing at me when you’re angry, leaving crazy scratches all over my body like some little were-baby. Or throwing grapes at my head because you saw your dad do it once (I totally caught that one in my mouth because I rule) and now you think it’s the game we play at dinnertime. While this is a fun game, maybe you could wait for me to sweep up the floor before you start grabbing grapes from the previous meal off the kitchen tile. Or at least wait until your dad leaves the room so I don’t get in trouble for letting you. We need to work as a team, Tate!
At your 18 month checkup, your doctor warned me that fun times were ahead. Soon you’ll be speaking in full sentences and writing equations in Mandarin! Or not. But you will be talking so much more and you’ve already started interacting in ways that were unfathomable only a few months ago. Your vocabulary expands daily, along with your love of your own voice, which is a lethal combination for my ears. Add in your love for anything that crashes, and you’re a screaming, stomping, KA-POWing machine.
Tater, you’re my little Bam Bam. You’re sweet and snuggly and love to play “nite-nite” as long as the game ends with you jumping on the bed. You have known how to say “mama” for months, but you never really said it unless you wanted something. All people you love (me, Lu, Grammy) are “dada.” Your dad, ironically, is not, as his name is “DADDEEEEEEEEE,” a word that can be heard from down the street whenever you spot his face. But this weekend I started clapping like a lunatic seal whenever you’d say “mama,” so that’s now your new parlor trick. “MAMAAAA!” you’ll yell, while clapping wildly for yourself.
Good job, little dude. I’m over here applauding like crazy.
Happy Weekend!
/1 Comment/in Fun, Photos, web /by MeganIt is Friday, right? I am so mixed up, since I took off work in the middle of the week to see some good friends that were randomly in our hometown at the same time for the first time in over five years. The photo above is Tate and Lena at breakfast, looking very much like myself and Lena’s mom, who I’ve known for over 20 years (craziness). While it was such fun, especially seeing our kiddos play together and spending some good one-on-one time with Grandpa, my brain is totally scrambled today. Is it Monday? Tomorrow is the weekend? Wha? Huh? Who? Blergh.
Our plans this weekend include playdates with friends, some pool time, grilling out and hopefully getting some bike rides in. Did I tell you all I finally bought a bike? I totally did, and then the temps hit 105 degrees and I stopped even attempting to ride. But this weekend I will push through, if just to prove to Trent that my random purchase was worth it!
Here are some fun links from around the web this week that had me smiling:
I absolute MUST make this giant banana split!
In Kansas City? Need something to do this July? Check out Ink’s listing of the best things to do in July. Then invite me!
I’m obsessed with this Might Closet from AB Chao. I want her to be my BFF 4 Life and let me borrow her clothes. I also want her to take headless photos of me.
Did someone say Instagram? Well, okay then! Here are some shots of our week. If you’re on Instagram, you can find me at @crazy_bananas.
Tate reading on a Saturday morning // mixtape-cd Trent made for me circa 2009 that I found in my car // Lulu lost her first tooth! // a tiny note from the tooth fairy // Lulu’s first experience with a merry go round // driving to the farm at midnight is so creepy // Tate in the tunnel at CiCo park in Manhattan // Tate snuggling with Grandpa // swinging // what 105 degrees looks like
Lazy Mom’s Guide to Being Awesome
/8 Comments/in Blond, Fun, Guest Banana, Happiness /by MeganDid I mention a few weeks ago that one of my besties, Miss Lane, gave birth to her first baby?! Oh, it is so exciting to know Lane is a mama now, and I can’t wait to trade stories of poop in the bathtub and how to wrestle the remote control away from your toddler while you’re trying to watch an ABC Family marathon (don’t act like you have no clue what I’m talking about…ABC Family is amazing!). But for now, I wanted to bring a nice meal to my dear friends who are surely living the crazed, sleepless life of first time parents. A total bonus? If you bring food, you get to snuggle baby E!
But then the week of the meal drop off came and things exploded around here (as they tend to do pretty much anytime I have anything planned ever). I quickly realized creating some major meal was not going to be in the cards, so instead I went the lazy mom’s way out…
This is a great idea for those of us with little time or little talent when it comes to cooking a fab meal (ahem, I am both of those things). I picked up a cute, reusable picnic basket and those great, colorful cartons to hold fresh fruit and summer veggies from Target. I used pre-made pesto from Whole Foods along with fresh mozzarella and tomatoes on baked bread to make caprese sandwiches, which Lu and I then wrapped in craft paper. We decorated the craft paper with colorful Kids Made Modern tape, and then made cute little utensil wraps using yellow paper napkins, plastic forks/spoons, a colorful straw and, of course, a paper umbrella to spice up their drinks. We wrapped this in the tape as well and stored them in a turquoise candle holder I got from the Target clearance rack. We threw in some Izze’s and flowers, and topped it off with fresh macaroons (also decorated in craft tape) from a local bakery. All in all, it took about 20 minutes to put together, not counting shopping. Lazy moms, hurrah!
18(ish) Months
/1 Comment/in Photos, Tate, Trent, Videos /by MeganDear Tate,
Last week you turned 18 months old and we celebrated by injecting you with some chemicals so you don’t get sick. Yay, Science! Tate, I’m totally kidding. Not about the shots, you did have to get them, but my inference that they are not important. Your dad and I are very pro-vaccine and pro-western medicine, so I can only assume you’ll end up being a yogi aromatherapist who smells faintly of patchouli. I promise to love you anyway.
That’s what being a mom is all about, Tate. Loving you even when you do something silly. Like, for instance, pooping in the bathtub. Or clawing at me when you’re angry, leaving crazy scratches all over my body like some little were-baby. Or throwing grapes at my head because you saw your dad do it once (I totally caught that one in my mouth because I rule) and now you think it’s the game we play at dinnertime. While this is a fun game, maybe you could wait for me to sweep up the floor before you start grabbing grapes from the previous meal off the kitchen tile. Or at least wait until your dad leaves the room so I don’t get in trouble for letting you. We need to work as a team, Tate!
At your 18 month checkup, your doctor warned me that fun times were ahead. Soon you’ll be speaking in full sentences and writing equations in Mandarin! Or not. But you will be talking so much more and you’ve already started interacting in ways that were unfathomable only a few months ago. Your vocabulary expands daily, along with your love of your own voice, which is a lethal combination for my ears. Add in your love for anything that crashes, and you’re a screaming, stomping, KA-POWing machine.
Tater, you’re my little Bam Bam. You’re sweet and snuggly and love to play “nite-nite” as long as the game ends with you jumping on the bed. You have known how to say “mama” for months, but you never really said it unless you wanted something. All people you love (me, Lu, Grammy) are “dada.” Your dad, ironically, is not, as his name is “DADDEEEEEEEEE,” a word that can be heard from down the street whenever you spot his face. But this weekend I started clapping like a lunatic seal whenever you’d say “mama,” so that’s now your new parlor trick. “MAMAAAA!” you’ll yell, while clapping wildly for yourself.
Good job, little dude. I’m over here applauding like crazy.
Love,
Mama