Have a WOW thanksgiving

Hello!It’s been a long time since I’ve posted. This is because…I’m pregnant. I’m thrilled and excited to welcome a little girl in March. But it means that all the free time I previously used to craft and blog, has been taken over by the all important sleepingvand vomiting. It seems really unfair to have the harder pregnancy second, when there’s a toddler you need to care for regardless of how you feel. Nothing like the feeling of someone climbing on you as you puke. Or a toddler who refuses all food except the one that makes you queasy. But at 25 weeks I’m starting to feel better, and we are approaching one of my favorite holidays: Thanksgiving

When we moved out of our one bedroom apartment into a place big enough for a dining table, I called dibs. Thanksgiving is one of the big holidays in my family, and in my opinion, the most fun. 

You know those crafts and tablescapes you see in home and garden magazines and Pinterest and think, who on earth actually does that? Well, me I do. I drive my family crazy in the process, but it’s my thing, deal with it. There’s an inverse bell curve over my excitement of these crazy projects. While I’m currently at the point where I’d be willing to throw the whole thing out if I wasn’t afraid of hearing I told you so, I’m sure by the time it’s all put together I’ll be thrilled. Or at least I’ll pretend to be while promising myself it’ll be different next year.

Two years ago was my first time hosting. I had a 8 month old and was insistent on doing all the cooking myself. Because so many members of my family have food restrictions, I did end up delegating some, but most of it was on me and my poor husband who hadn’t really understood what he had obligated himself to when he agreed to host. That’s on him though, he attended our wedding, he knows who he married.We didn’t have nearly enough dishes for everyone, and our dishes didn’t really go with the theme I had planned. I thought maybe we could get mix and match china from the thrift store, but my aesthetically opinionated husband thought that would look terrible and agreed to buy service for 16 in white at the dollar store. I was thrilled, I was worried he was going to insist we mix our plates with some borrowed from my mother and call it a day. That would have been more practical, but it really would have ruined the “look,” and for all his complaints about my crazy projects I know mismatched dishes would make him itchy.

With leaves out table seats 12. Which is bigger than we almost ever need, but not big enough for thanksgiving. We got a card table to add on, but even with matching tablecloths, the widths were different. So we got a board the length of our card table but the width of our dining table cut at Home Depot. Since it’s only a few inches different on either side, it does well to extend the table top under the cloth. So far no one has put too much pressure and flipped it. 

I already had one of these red and orange table cloths, since it fit with the season, I bought a second. But I wasn’t really sure how to make this color scheme modern and stylish. I mentioned this to a friend, and she said, “ oh I just saw this in a magazine” and sent me a link. I wasn’t sure if it would be too much without the white table cloth, but she assured me it would work. And it did 

The Monday before thanksgiving I had anxiously ordered red napkins. They weren’t QUITE right, but I was all in at this point. I sent my husband to the store for orange flowers. He came back with carnations because apparently he can’t read my mind to know I NEEDED tulips. Also, carnations were the only orange flower they had at the grocery store. There were a lot of crafts that didn’t get done, the custom printed leftover boxes that looked like pie, the bunting that said “thankful” in golden script. In retrospect trying that hard might have been embarrassing, also I’ll just start earlier next year (I’ve never gotten to these projects). In the end worked out beautifully, and everyone agreed I could do it again, including my husband who ended up responsible for 90% of the cleaning aftarwards and cooking the actual turkey (after much research he spatchcocked it without a brine. It worked very well and if you’re interested please consult Serious Eats). He might regret it at this point, but it’s too late now we’re heading in on year three and this holiday is officially MINE!



We’re potty training! My kid proved his readiness by just refusing to pee on day one. Not in the potty, not on the floor. He went five hours. It was clear I needed to push liquid to move the learning along, but there was a problem. We mostly give water because, you know, that’s what they tell you to do now a days, and juice isn’t something we typically keep in the house. I’m not pretending we’ve got perfect nutrition. In fact, the main reason we don’t keep juice around is because drinking it would really cut into my diet soda and coffee time. As a result, we’ve been pretty good at the the no juice thing…so good, that my kid won’t drink it. He won’t drink milk either, just water. So pushing liquid was pretty much just me offering water, which he mostly rejected.

I had the brilliant idea – what if mommy made an extra special yummy juice? This is less a recipe than an experiment determined by ingredients in my fridge. It started out as a lemonade, but I only had 3 lemons. I also had 3 limes, so lemon/limeade? Why not. I had entirely forgotten about half a watermelon in my fruit drawer that was still good.

  My kid gobbled up a few pieces of the watermelon I had cut up, so I cubed the rest of it. I juiced the lemons/limes and forced the juice through a sieve into the blender.

 Then I threw in a bunch of watermelon, poured in enough cold water to mostly cover it, and blended.

 I  added half a cup of sugar and blended more. Then I poured it all through the sieve again into this glass carafe that makes me feel like I’m playing restaurant (fancy!).

 I topped it off with  carbonated water to give it a little fizz…

 And a few shakes of salt to bring out the sweet. (Also, if the salt made my kid thirsty, he’d drink more, right?)

End result: my kid hated it!

But I liked it. So serve this at some fancy BBQ. Maybe put some liquor in it? Don’t tell anyone this drink was born out of potty training desperation.

 And the potty training, it’s going ok.


  • 3 lemons
  • 3 limes
  • ¼ watermelon cubed
  • ½ cup of sugar
  • cold water
  • carbonated water
  • pinch of salt


  • Citrus juicer
  • Sieve
  • Blender

Juice lemons and limes. Pour juice through a sieve into the blender. Add watermelon and enough water to blend. (The amount of water needed will depend on the quality of your blender.) Blend to a puree. Add sugar to taste, and blend again. Pour juice through the sieve into a pitcher. Add carbonated water to taste. Shake in salt, and stir. Enjoy.

Birthday success (what I live for)

I did it guys. I threw this fucking party. It almost killed me and my parenting took a real nose dive in the short term, but I did it. It wasn’t perfect. I could write a list longer than this blog of things I didn’t get to, but that would probably be annoying, so I’ll try to hold back on the nit picking. The one place where I really failed though, was the photos for this blog. I mean how the fuck do other bloggers do it? I mean on Go Day, I am operating at capacity. There’s not time to bring things over to the good light and take a thousand photos. I got a few quick shots with my phone and on to the next thing. Despite screaming at my family: “always be taking pictures! Do that thing where you’re not in the moment because you’re too focused on taking pictures that everyone complains about on Facebook” there’s still a lot left undocumented.
If you read my Practice cheater donuts you know I promised I was practicing for something big at my son’s birthday. I was nervous about it working out, but it worked out beautifully

Elmo donuts, and Cookie Monster donuts *tutorial coming soon*
Abby, Big Bird, Count, and Oscar donuts (it kills me that I forgot the Oscar eyebrows, kills me)

 I made all the decorations ahead of time out of marshmallow fondant and candy melts. Morning of I picked up 3 dozen plain donuts and dipped and decorated them. My mother in law helped me assembly line the process and was very nice about dealing with my insanity.

Also this other stuff


By the time it was time for candles, almost all the donuts were gone. The kids had a blast, my home is destroyed, I’m totally exhausted. I have plans to do nothing tomorrow to recover, but it was awesome.