It's Wednesday. The first week by ourselves and we are doing well. Monday and Tuesday were radically different. I have a feeling that each day is going to come with some unexpected twists and turns. For this structured mama this aspect of life is going to take some getting used to.
First up is meal times. Breakfast was always a priority for me. Normally within 30 minutes of being up it was time to eat. Nowadays, I would happily steal some extra sleep time or a few chores to get done before eats. This breakfast actually came with coffee. Frozen waffles, chocolate peanut butter and topped with bananas. A side of clementine. We have been going through bags, BAGS, of clementines each week.
My second breakfast happened around 11 am. The shells gave me a hard time.
Lunch was a sandwich of leftover ham and strawberries. Leftovers are a lifesaver for me. Clearly we cook to get said leftovers but it always seems like my meals are made purely from leftovers. How does that happen?
Snacks happen. Cheese and crackers is a favorite. As is more fruit. I made chocolate granola the other day and this huge bowl was dinner, snack, and dessert all in one.
Do you have more sit down meals or do you prefer snacks all day long?
I used to be purely a 3 meals a day person but that has definitely changed to a snack habit.
What did you eat Wednesday?
Wednesday, April 1, 2015
Tuesday, March 31, 2015
Olivia and I made it through the first day on our own without any major issues. We napped and ate our way through the day. And this granola happened. Maybe that is why the day went so well. An afternoon snack of granola with a double dose of chocolate has to make the day a little easier.
My last stash of homemade granola disappeared many weeks ago and I have been hankering for more. Of course with a newborn the best of plans get pushed aside or shifted frequently. Initially I was going to make this last week. I had all of the ingredients and was ready to go. Mr. J was home so I had an extra set of hands. But then cuddle time got in the way.
So Monday it was. Of course it felt like a huge accomplishment to get this done. And without a baby it probably would be a quick recipes. For me it was a whole day process. I got the dry ingredients ready before 9 am but the granola didn't actually get baked until the afternoon. And then I ate a big bowl of the stuff with milk. You know it is chocolatey when the milk turns brown. This chocolate goodness is so good it is dangerous. #sorryiamnotsorry
Chocolate Coconut Granola
by Emily Morris
Prep Time: 15 minutes
Cook Time: 30 minutes
Keywords: bake breakfast chocolate coconut oatmeal
Ingredients (serves 8-10)
- 3 cups old-fashioned whole rolled oats
- 3/4 cups shredded coconut
- 1 cup walnuts, halves and pieces
- 1/2 cup sliced almonds
- 1/4 cup coconut oil, melted
- 1/2 cup unsweetened cocoa powder
- 1/4 cup packed dark brown sugar
- 1/3 cup maple syrup
- 1/2 teaspoon salt
- 1/2 cup semi-sweet chocolate chips
Preheat the oven to 350 degree F. Lightly spray a large cookie sheet with cooking oil. Set aside.
Pour oats, nuts, and coconut into a large bowl and set aside.
In a smaller bowl, mix melted coconut oil, cocoa powder, and dark brown sugar until combined. Add maple syrup and salt and mix until combined. Pour over oats and mix until all oats are moistened.
Bake for 30 minutes, stirring every 10 minutes so the mixture on the edges moves to the middle.
Remove from oven and cool. Add the chocolate chips once completely cooled. Store covered at room temperature for up to three weeks.
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Monday, March 30, 2015
This post took me a long time to write. It started off as a one week post. Then all of a sudden we were two weeks in. And as much as I hoped to hit publish last Thursday, here it is the following Monday. Maybe the title should be Week 2 and 1/2?
Time flies with a newborn. I also struggled to put into words all of the emotions and thoughts flowing through me on a daily basis.
Everything people tell you about becoming a mom is more true than I ever imagined. You really don't know until it happens. There is no preparation for the overwhelming feelings of love and protection the second you hear the first cry and/or see your baby. For me it was a smack in the face in the very first minutes and has only grown stronger with each passing day. I didn't know my heart could grow so much for my baby, my husband, and my life.
I thought there were some tough times when I was pregnant. Tired, nausea, overall being uncomfortable 24/7. Labor is also difficult. My was long and horrible and I would do it all over again to bring Olivia into the world. Having a newborn is also difficult. It is a LOT of WORK. The whole pregnancy thing seems like a dream come true compared to some of the sleepless nights and tiring days we have experienced in the last two weeks. But surprisingly, here we are all still alive and very much loving each other.
Our days fly by without me knowing exactly what happened. There are the feedings, the sleeping, and the changings. Those are a given. The times that stick in my mind though are the little moments. When she grabs my fingers or looks at me with her big blue eyes I couldn't imagine being anywhere else, nor do I want to be anywhere else. And oh when you see the man you love, your partner, love something you both created with as much tender care as you would have, only different in his unique way, I lose it all over again.
I have had moments when I think about how things will be different; things are different. Our few outings have taken much longer to prepare for and plan out. I know we won't be able to jump on a train and spend the day in NYC at the last minute but I don't care.
It is funny how so very different things are today than I ever imagined them to be. What I thought would be hard is easy and those easy things are at times horribly hard. It's amazing how all of that disappears though with a little snuggle time.
This week is just me and her for the first time. I am both excited and horrified as to what may occur all at the same time. Just when I feel like we have a routine, a knowledge as to what to do, things get switched up. First it was the hospital, then it was home with Mr. J and now it is the two of us. Regardless, I know it will be wonderful and any bad things will magically be forgotten in a day, an hour or even minutes after happening.