2 tbsp olive oil

1 yellow onion

3 garlic cloves

1 1/2 cups chicken or vegetable broth

1 pkg (5 oz) red quinoa

1 tsp cumin

1/4 tsp cayenne pepper

salt and pepper to your liking

1 can garbanzo beans, drained and rinsed

1 can cannellini beans, drained and rinsed

peas to your liking (I used about 2 cups of frozen)

medium salsa verde

nutritional yeast flakes


Add oil to medium-heated pot.  Throw in diced onion and garlic.  Brown for approximately 8-10 minutes.  Add in quinoa, vegetable broth, cumin, cayenne pepper, salt, and pepper.  Bring to a boil, reduce heat, cover, and let simmer for 20 minutes.

Add beans and peas.  Cook for an additional five minutes.

Serve sprinkled with salsa verde and nutritional yeast flakes (a cheese substitute) and enjoy!

Friends and Coffee.

Phoenix decided to be a typical baby last night and wake up every 3 hours.  This mama does not survive with 3 hour sleep intervals.  I woke up feeling like a zombie.  Her daddy had to work today and I thought I’d die.  Good thing for friends and coffee.

I threw my hair up, threw a comfy dress on, and brushed my teeth.  A friend came over with a large iced mocha.  Or is it tall, grande, or something.

We chatted.  She entertained Phoenix.  She changed her diaper.  She rocked her to sleep.

My mood was completely changed.  Even if I still am feeling sluggish.  I have a caffeine boost and a friend boost.

Moral of the story…always offer coffee and impromptu visits to new moms.

I still cannot wait for 6pm to get here….tick tock tick tock.

Employer: Phoenix

I was filling out a form today and it asked me my occupation and employer.  So there it is.

She is my alarm clock.  I eat around her schedule.  I sleep around her schedule.  Luckily there is no dress code.

There are times when I barely can keep my eyes open.  But I’m on the clock.  She is generous enough to give me some breaks.  I also even get to workout with her.  (What a cool boss!)

I should be napping right now, but instead I’m blogging.  I may regret that later.  She may give me a warning.

My boss occasionally has to spit up and I have to clean it up.  But I am paid for that in smiles and cuteness.  She also occasionally (actually always) cannot make it to the toilet and I am in charge of cleaning that up too.  Oye!

I’m not sure how I became so lucky to FINALLY have a boss that has more love in their heart than money.  One day I’ll be boss, but she can rock the position for a little while longer.

…Being Cray Cray?

Possibly.  Let the comments roll.  Let the “I did this with mine” roll.  Let the “I’ll just do what I think should happen” when mom is sitting RIGHT THERE roll.  Let the “when you gonna start food” roll.  Let the “what’s her name?  Phoenix?  Like Arizona” with a perplexing face roll (God forbid people ask the meaning behind it).

Some days I feel I may just burst!  The smile-and-nod thing has really become my friend.  The alternative is not so pretty.

No, I don’t know what the hell I’m doing sometimes.  But, that’s when I will ASK for help.

This all leads back to the whole open mind versus closed mind debate.  People think their suggestions and opinions are the end-all-be-all.  Sorry sweetie, the world does not revolve around you and your beliefs.

I’m such a hot head, I know.  And now baby = hotter head.  Oye.

Perhaps more yoga is in order.  Or maybe raising her on a deserted island with her dad.  Or just mastering the shit out of smile-and-nod, smile-and-nod.

Everything But the Kitchen Sink Salad…

Romaine Lettuce

Cucumbers, some good and some that were going bad

Carrot sticks, that were going bad

Sunflower seeds, just cuz

Granny Smith Apples, some that were going bad and some we cut up for energy for our road trip

Tomatoes, cherry and vine, leftover from sandwiches for our road trip

Cheddar Cheese, leftover from sandwiches for our road trip

Turkey Sausage, that I made the other day

Chicken Lunchmeat, leftover from sandwiches for our road trip

Potato Stix, just cuz

Caesar Dressing

…with some water on the side

Office Gear For Days…

I spent years working in offices.  I have a crap load of office attire.  I want to have a ceremony and burn it, give it away, sell it, SOMETHING.  I don’t want to hang on to it for my potential next job because I NEVER WANT TO WORK IN AN OFFICE AGAIN.  Rather, I never want to have to wear these uncomfortable clothes again for any reason either.  I guess there goes attending any prestigious or formal event again.  OK.  Maybe I’ll keep an outfit or two.  Yoga pants at a funeral may not cut it.  LOL

Blazers, blouses that make me sweat like a man, pencil skirts, dresses, shoes that give me blisters, nylons that make my feet stink, boring pants….BLEH!

Can I mention, too, that many of these places did not work directly with the public.  So why in the hell did we have to wear these awful clothes?  To be more professional, to be more productive, blah blah blah.  Seriously, I can be so much more productive when I am comfortable.  The whole atmosphere makes me want to barf up my breakfast.

They say if you haven’t worn something in a year, give it up.  Well, it’s going on 6 months.  Besides, they probably don’t fit anymore.

EBay, tag sale, or something of the sort…here we come.

Eight Hour Road Trip with 2 Month Old

We leave Friday for Virginia.  In a car.  With a 2 month old.

Already calculating stops approximately every two hours to change, feed, and burp the babe.  Let’s see if she can coordinate all three on time.

Then what about our need to pee or eat?  Packing a cooler may nip one of those in the bud.  Should we bring a bucket for the other?

This doesn’t take into consideration that our peanut HATES her car seat.  It’s like she knows she’s going to be strapped in and isn’t having it….unless of course the one man band is there (dad with his drum and rattle lol).

Four days away from home.  I’m okay with it.  She has not been away that long.  Not sure if she’ll be okay with it.  Dear lawd, we are bringing the swing with us.  That thing is a saving grace.  Not to mention, the 8 hours of vacuum cleaner sounds we found on youtube.

She is a good baby so why is mommy freaking?  Oh, I don’t know, cuz that’s what mommy’s do.  Also, not to mention, I like being in my own home.  I won’t be able to walk around in my underwear, or forget to put my boob away, or shit with the door open.

Should I fill my water bottle with wine?  I’ll let ya know…

Do You Ever Just Sit and Wonder?

I’m drinking some coca tea because I feel a headache coming on.  My peanut is whizzing away in her swing.

I look at her cute little lips and her big eyes (like her mama yup yup) and wonder what she has ahead of her.  I wonder what she is thinking about in her sleep when she smiles so big.  I wonder what she thinks about when she is staring up at the sky on our walks.  I wonder how I was blessed with this perfect miracle.

If I could have one single power, it would be the ability to snap my fingers and have everyone be happy.  I well up with tears sometimes with this desire.  I’ve seen so much pain and despair in people, and in myself.  It’s not fun.

I smile at strangers (who think I’m crazy), I hold the door open, I sincerely engage in conversation.  Granted, I get angry with certain people and situations sometimes.  But then I still feel bad and wish they would also find happiness within themselves and not seek it from outside entities.

Everyone has their own way of doing things.  Being open minded and free spirited is so calming.  It allows us to acknowledge these different ways without judging.  No one is perfect.  No one is better than the next person.  Yes they may have made better choices, but that doesn’t mean they are a better person.

Why don’t we all smile at a stranger today, open a door, or really listen to someone?  It’ll brighten their day AND yours.

I can’t wait to give my girl a smooch when she wakes up and daydream together!

My Freezer is a Stash House

This makes me happy!  Haha!  Whodathunkit??  I’ve been lucky to have been able to breastfeed great from the beginning.  My girl latched well, I can pump well, and (knock on wood) I have not had any of the icky stuff I’ve read about (thrush, mastitis, etc.).  People ask how long I’ll do it for or even tell me when I should stop.

Here’s the thing.  I don’t give a rats ass about what other people are doing and definitely wouldn’t suggest when to stop FEEDING YOUR BABY THE GOOD STUFF.  I’ll do it until we both come to a point of stopping.  Her health has been nothing but great.  I love that simply by feeding her I am boosting her immunities.  I am avoiding colic as much as possible.  I don’t have to carry around bottles and formula and warm them.

Disclaimer*  I am for sure not against formula.  If I need to go that route for whatever reason down the line, so be it.  We are all here just trying to feed our babies and doing the best we can.

Rock on with your boobies!  With your bottles!  With whatever sustains that kiddo of yours!