When it comes to Italian pasta sauces, this easy to make tomato sauce is a winner every time when it comes to battle of getting kids to eat.
It’s not something I got from a book, but something I was taught. I love it because you don’t have to let the sauce sit all day to get the flavour. By slowly cooking the herbs and spices with the oil first before adding the tomatoes, you infuse the sauce with flavour, making it a quick and easy meal. Continue reading →
It was a beautiful Saturday, the first day of my week long vacation. Ten days of no working bliss that was kicking off with a casual cowboy style wedding that evening. Excited to be off, getting work done around the house, it was noon when I discovered the terrible truth. My purse was gone. Continue reading →
I belong to the positivity team. I’m one of those annoying people who always find the upside to every possibly situation. Yes, although I might falter with my own positive belief system from time to time, I never falter at finding the positive side to your situation. Perhaps you aren’t open to hearing it, most times I won’t tell you if that’s the case, otherwise I will tell you and give you encouragement along the way. Continue reading →
I love our trampoline. Can’t sing the praises for it louder or longer. Seriously the best $400 I spent this summer. But it was a decision I really pondered over because trampolines have such a bad rap. Continue reading →
We’ve moved into my family home, the one I grew up in. And it’s been the longest, most disorganized move of my life. When I say of my life I’m talking of roughly 20 moves I’ve done so that’s saying a lot.
Total chaos as I’m still trying to make room for me to bring over the rest of the stuff from my other house so I can get it cleaned and rented or sold. Stress levels are beyond.
Then this happened to put things into perspective.
Me: *comes upstairs while trying to find a drill bit in the tornado of tools in the workshop, crying*
4-year old: Mama, why are you crying?
Me: Because honey, I miss Nanny and Poppy. This house is a mess. Everything’s a mess. I don’t know how I can live here.
4-year old: But you have to live here. Poppy’s heart is in this house.
Me: *stares, jaw drops*
4-year old: Poppy’s heart is in this house. You will see him if you live here. You have to.
Yup. Once again hit square in the face of the logic from the mouth of a babe. My child seems better equipped to deal with this move than I do.