Baby Girl is sleeping and Little Man is playing with a friend this morning, so I have approximately 5 minutes to write a quick post. Go me!
Here’s something I made before the newest munchkin was born, and froze to make my life easier afterward. I’ve been making baked oatmeal for years, but this was my first time making it to be frozen in individual portions. It worked well, so I thought I’d share.
This is a great breakfast food to keep in your freezer for those mornings where you want something more than cold cereal but don’t have extra time, or for when you have guests. Or whenever you feel like it.
This recipe basically couldn’t be any easier. So let’s get started!
If you hadn’t noticed, I’ve been conspicuously absent for a while. That’s because on May 8, my perfect little girl was born.
And life hasn’t been the same again.
Anyhow, I thought I’d write a quick update to let you know I haven’t dropped off the face of the earth. I do hope to get back to regular blogging at some point, but I’m guessing the next few months my posts will be few and far between seeing as this little girl basically insists on being held 24/7.
I do have a couple of posts in the works, but I’m not sure when I’ll be allowed to get them up. ;)
Meanwhile I’ll just be staring at (and smooching!) this beautiful face.
Well, we’re still here, waiting for the baby to arrive. Our due date is just over two weeks away, so we’re mostly just waiting.
I’m not very good at waiting.
So I’m trying to get as many things done as I can before (s)he decides to show up, and one of those things is putting together a gift for Little Man from “Tiny” (his name for the baby until it’s born.) I think that Little Man will do pretty well with a new baby, but we just won’t know until then, will we? I’m hoping this gift helps him to feel special when the new baby gets a good portion of his heretofore undivided attention.
My boys left the house this morning to give me time to sleep. I woke before they returned.
My house is so very quiet. I used to hate silence and do my best to never be around it. But now I relish it. It’s become a hot commodity. In the silence I prepare our breakfast. Brunch, really, at this time of the morning. In the silence I cut butter into sugar and flour, chop nuts, slice berries. In the silence I contemplate and I breathe and I sit down with my coffee. In the silence I let words flow out of me onto the page. These days will be especially hard to come by soon.