Leaving On A Jet Plane

Is it weird that I keep forgetting I’m going on vacation tomorrow?

I keep making plans only to cancel them shortly after with an, “Oh wait! I’m not going to be here.”

Don’t get me wrong, I’m actually incredibly excited for this week.

I get to leave 104 degrees of sweaty armpit hell and go to mid 70’s and night time sweater weather.

Camping, pontoon boating, family time, lots of bbq, and a live NFL Sunday night football game await me.

The only thing that stands between me and a week of North Carolina bliss is a plane ride.

A plane ride with a kid that hates sitting still, throws tantrums, and never sleeps.

*Cue scary music*

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I remember being so worried about our flight when he was six months old.

If you can recall, I made a bunch of “care packs” for our fellow passengers with chocolates, ear plugs, and a little note.

Surprisingly, he was awesome on both flights so we really didn’t even need them.

Well this time I am almost certain we WILL need them but the only chocolate I am bringing along is for me.

Because let’s be honest, nobody is having a worse flight than the parent’s of the crying screaming child.

I shouldn’t have to apologize to you for taking my son to see his grandparents.

If anything, YOU should buy ME a vodka cranberry for having to sit in the same seat as the monster.

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Those screams are going directly into my eardrums.

I’m sorry, what did you say?

I think I’m partially deaf now.

So wish me luck!

We leave bright and early in the morning and since drugging your child with Benadryl is frowned upon we will be relying heavily on The Mickey Mouse Clubhouse on the iPad and snacks.

So many snacks.

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Scraping Our Knees And Jumping On Trampolines

We recently enrolled Declan in MY GYM which is essentially a real life Barney and Friends play place, minus the depressed person dressed in a giant dinosaur suit making the rest of the room uncomfortable with his too long hugs.

They have organized classes that you attend once a week and free play time slots during the week where the children can recklessly abandon their inhibitions through climbing, running, and sliding.

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(Declan with Miss Elise)

It’s a far cry from my pre-baby life of scanning Pinterest all day working at a desk.

Still, somewhere in between the opening and closing circle time songs it hit me:

This is my life.

And it’s funny, because I love it.

If I’m being honest, I don’t think I ever fully thought out being a mom.
I knew I wanted to be one.
That part was a no brainier for me.
But would I work? Stay home?
Would I do homemade crafts and bake all day or would we watch a lot of tv and order take out?
It just never crossed my mind until it became a reality.
Once pregnant I was flooded with all of the information and possibilities.
Truth is, being a mom in today’s world is overwhelming.
We are expected to attend mommy and me yoga, feed our picky eaters organic flaxseed kale smoothies, and have daily Pinterest worthy activities to flaunt on our Instagram pages.

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Your kid can climb the stairs and stack cones but can he find the xylophone in your homemade flash cards?

Wait, you don’t have homemade flash cards?!

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I’ve fallen in love with My Gym because it gives my son a chance to have a childhood reminiscent of my own.
It allows him to interact with other kids without all the overachieving bs.

There’s nothing wrong with teaching your kids, please don’t misunderstand me.

But at a stage where I can barely get him to sit still long enough to put a clean diaper on I just don’t see the production in strapping him in his high chair and forcing him to look at a C-A-T over and over again.
The childhood I long for my son to have involves learning through living and interacting as well as through books and games.
Childhood is such a precious gift and I refuse to take that away from him in order to enroll him in kindergarten a year sooner.

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Can we not even talk about kindergarten please?

He’s got at least 13 years of schooling in his future.
For now I would rather focus on teaching him kindness, the importance of being active, and how to interact with others.
If flash cards and pre-req kindergarten materials are your forte then that’s awesome and rock on!

Tell your kid to give Declan a ring when they’re done.

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Because this kiddo is just not ready for that kind of life.

So in the meantime we will be over here scraping our knees and jumping on trampolines.

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8 Things You Should Know About Being A New Mom

Being a new mom is awesome…ly hard. With all of the classes, books, and tips they give you before the baby comes you would think hospitals would have a newborn crash course where they spend another 9 months teaching both you and your new baby how to coexist. But once that bundle of joy pops out of your body you are expected to already be a pro at things you have never actually experienced like breastfeeding, changing diapers on your protesting subject, and somehow stopping the blood curdling screams of a person you just met. While I won’t be able to physically help you through these hurdles I can hopefully offer up some comfort (or maybe just a good laugh) as I share with you what I learned about being a new mom from my own personal experience.

1. TEARS WILL BE SHED:

Believe it or not, you will find that you’re crying almost as much (if not more) than your newborn. You’re going to feel like this means that you’re a bad mother or that you don’t love your baby the way you’re “supposed” to. That’s not true. It’s just that breastfeeding is hard, sleep is scarce, and I SAID I NEEDED A COTTON SWADDLE, NOT THE POLYESTER!

 

Don’t worry.

Everyone has spent the last 9 months with your hormonal ass so they’ll be able to handle a few more weeks of it.

And it will pass.

2. YOU’RE GOING TO HURT ALL OVER:

I mentioned this after I had Declan, but I feel like it is not talked about enough. 5-10 lbs. of human just came out of your who-haw. Or even harder, if you had a c-section then you just went through major surgery. You will quite literally be crab walking around your home for a few weeks wearing nothing but sweat pants and maxi skirts. Did I mention the disposable shorts they call underwear and dinosaur sized pads they give you?

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And while I wish I could tell you that you’ll look as good as she does in these bad boys 24 hours postpartum, the truth of the matter is you’ll probably be looking more like this:

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But the good news is that as your uterus shrinks back down to normal size you will start to see that go down.

3. YOU’RE GOING TO BE EXHAUSTED:

No, not “I partied on a Sunday until 3 am and I have to be at work by 6 am for a day full of meetings” tired. I’m talking about a whole new bonus level of exhaustion that you didn’t even know existed. One where you legitimately wonder how you have not died yet because it does not seem physically possible to survive off of such little energy.

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It will be overwhelming and at times you won’t know how you’re going to make it through the day, but on the plus side you will have made a new best friend: Coffee. Coffee will become your very best friend.

4. YOU WILL BECOME “THAT PARENT”:

I don’t care who you are or what you claim now. Once you have that adorable babe in your arms you will find yourself physically unable to keep your thumb off of the camera button on your phone. The real struggle will then be to stop yourself from Instagraming each and every shot you take. Because your child is the cutest baby you have ever seen in your life and you want to make the world a better place by plastering that adorable smile all over it.

 

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5. EVERYONE HAS AN OPINION:

“When I had my kid…” is going to become the most popular starter sentence you will ever hear. Most of the time people mean well but it does get exhausting having everyone try to tell you how to raise your child. They will tell you that you are spoiling your baby, not holding them right, or that you need to let them cry. Take it all with a grain of salt and remember that nobody knows your baby like you do and no two kids are the same so what worked for them might not work for you and that’s okay.

6. YOU WILL GOOGLE ABSURD THINGS:

What color is a newborn’s poop supposed to be?

Why does my baby cry so much?

If my baby is exposed to rock music will they grow up to rebel against authority?

Can you die from hearing a newborn cry too much?

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You get my drift.

7. YOU WILL FIND YOURSELF UNABLE TO TALK ABOUT ANYTHING OTHER THAN YOUR NEWBORN:

It’s not your fault you made a super baby, am I right?

But after spending twenty minutes babbling about the cute way your little one blinks and eats and shits you will notice that your company may look a little less excited than you.

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But hey, you’re totally allowed to be annoying right now.

Just make sure to remember to ask them about their lives too.

8. YOU WILL NEVER BE THE SAME:

Before your newborn baby it was like,

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But now that you have that bundle of joy in your arms, your life will be more like this:

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Nobody said you had to give up everything, right?!

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The Vegas Bikini

You could blame it on the new morning routine of 5:00 am wake up calls that has left me sleep deprived.
Or the mastitis that had been overwhelming my body.
Maybe it was because I had been dealing with a fevering, teething baby for three days.

I honestly don’t know if it was the exhaustion or the Super moon but doesn’t change the fact that I found myself at a one year old’s birthday party this past weekend in my Vegas bikini.

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It wasn’t.

I’m still trying to wrap my head around how the same girl who lives in jeans and a tank top managed to misrepresent herself so well.

While packing our bag in the morning I was in a hurry.
I grabbed the bikini off of the dryer along with Derek and Declan’s trunks, without really thinking about which one it was.
Once we got to the party, Declan was desperate to get in the pool.
And because the fates hate me, for the first time ever Derek did not want to get into the water.
So I grabbed my suit along with a cover up and went to change.
It wasn’t until I had even come back from changing that I had realized the gravity of the situation.
Derek said, “You brought your Vegas bikini?”

Shit.

I used Declan as a human shield to cover my body as I scurried quickly into the water.

I can only imagine how pretentious I looked in my bright green Victoria’s Secret suit and giant sun hat.

You know it’s bad when you’re thinking, “this bitch” about yourself.

Unfortunately for me but lucky in the situation, I don’t exactly fill out said bikini like the Victoria’s Secret model advertising it.

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I’m still asking my mom when my boobs are going to come in.

But boobs or no boobs I still felt like a giant one.

And while I may be banned from 1 year old pool parties for the rest of my life I at least learned a valuable lesson:

Victoria’s Secret bikinis should be stored in the naughty drawer to avoid uncomfortable situations like these.

Because Lord knows that thing is collecting dust.

(Just kidding).

But seriously.

I need to store my shit better.

Peace, love, and tanning grease!

Parents Confess

I’ve got to tell you, yesterday I was not a good mother.
I didn’t turn my back as Declan walked towards an open flame or lock him in a play pin while I double fisted cocktails, but I was grumpy and impatient and just downright bitter.
Declan has been much more demanding in general recently but yesterday after four failed attempts at nap time I hit a new level of low.
I was exhausted and blaming him for my feelings rather than taking responsibility for them.
I started scanning le’ internet for quotes on patience (because that’s what you do when you have none) and I found this:

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I realized that I was choosing to wallow in self pity because he refused to nap rather than making a conscious choice to revel in my son’s personality and enjoy my time with him.

Once I turned my frown upside down a calm came over both of us and he took a nap.

And today?
Today my cup is overflowing with love, happiness, and excitement hanging out with my little firecracker.

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I know how blessed I am to spend my days raising this guy rather than in an office.
It is the hardest job I have ever done but it is also hands down the most rewarding.
Money is just money.
But these moments I get to witness are priceless.

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Enough gushing.
On Monday I asked you all to share your Sexfessions.
Thank you to everyone brave enough to put their stories out there!
We have all been there, so let’s all share a good laugh and recap the entries I received.

*All posts are anonymous*

“I’m sick of hubby waking me up at 2 am so I have been trying to catch him before bedtime! My son was in our bed watching Mickey and Dh had just walked out of the bathroom so I grabbed him and pulled him into the closet. Well we weren’t very coordinated standing up so we had to move to the bathroom. Made it just as Mickey got done!”

“My daughter found my drawer of lingerie. She commented on how pretty they were and asked if she could borrow them when she was older like me. All I could do was laugh nervously and change the subject.”

“Before our son slept through the night, we had a lot of “Don Draper sex” (taking off as little clothing as humanly possible), so that if the baby woke up one of us could spring into action!”

“Had sex in the living room while I was 6 months pregnant despite the fact that my daughter, my mom, or my sister could have walked in on us. Talk about spicing things up! (no one caught us, thankfully lol)”

“Having a one year old boy unthinkable it would put a halt to our sex lives no not us we. Our son cosleeps with is he hate the crib but when he’s in a deep sleep we put him in crib and we have 20 mins or les to go at it and if he’s taking a nap we run in our tiny shower and get our sexy on and try and get it in as fast as we can cuz our son seems to hate sleep. But the romantic dinner and late nights out have come to stop so we make our romance simple and to the point . I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“Got interrupted during foreplay because my kid woke up. I threw a robe on over my sexy nightgown, but it didn’t cover the whole thing. Even though it was dark in the room she of course still noticed that it was different than my normal pajama pants and baggy shirt and asked why I was wearing a dress. Why are my children so damn inquisitive??”

“Honestly I’m just lucky for the crib we throw him in there all the time so anytime were in the mood we say “you do the kid, I’ll do dogs” and one of us throws him in the crib the other closes the dogs in their kennel… Then we are free to roam about the house ;) but we have had quite a few times late at night with the dogs sleeping (on the floor they aren’t allowed on the bed) and I have gotten sniffed and licked in the ass.”

“My partner and I once put our daughter in the umbrella stroller and awkwardly faced an iPhone on a makeshift shelf so she could watch Winnie the Pooh in order for us to escape to the bathroom for 5 minutes to have sex.

It had to be done.”

“Definitely have had to rush it towards the end because the baby woke up (the baby who was sleeping in a bassinet in our room). Then had to go from sex to breastfeeding instantly, which is just an awful mojo killer. Way too many hormones going on.”

“One time my golden retriever started howling because we made weird noises. Also we totally have done it on the floor of the nursery and the bed in his room (when he was an infant and was in our room in the basinette) and I hope he never finds out when he gets older lol.”

While our son played in our room my husband and I decided to have a quickie. But right when we started he looked at me as if I was in danger and came running over to me in a crying panic. I then coaxed him into his walker and pressed the buttons to engage him, while bent over so my husband could do the deed.

Well that was both awkward and awesome.
Thanks so much to everyone for sharing your dark dirty secrets!
Hope you have a fabulous weekend.

Chateau De Franklin

We’re all adults here.
We know there isn’t a stork in a USPS hat that drops off little pre-diapered babies at our doorsteps, right?
(Dad, this is your cue to stop reading).
So it should come as no surprise that my husband and I created Declan the old fashion way.
Meaning sex.

We had sex.

But just like those frisky dolphin cousins of ours we like to have said relations recreationally as well.

I know that people say sex goes out the window once you have kids but in our case that just isn’t true.
Sex didn’t leave; it adapted.

Sex Before Declan:

Sexy attire, music playing, and a neat bookshelf.

Sex After Declan:

Pizza with ranch and baseball tees.

But with all kidding aside I will say that we have had to get a lot more creative.

I mean, what are you supposed to do when your baby not only co-sleeps but sprawls out over the entire bed?

I’ll tell you what.

We call it Chateau De Franklin.

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As you can see, we decided to go full-blown luxury with this baby.

There’s the leopard print side for a flirty night or you can turn it around for a cozy cabin feel.

I’m thinking of opening my own shop on Etsy.

Are you tired of having to restrict sex to the shower while your kid is in the bathroom with you, awkwardly watching?

Do they hog the bed and make it impossible to even scoot to one side and be intimate?

Do you wish you could have your very own space for you and your partner to get down and dirty?

Well now you can with My Sexy Chateau!

Since I’m sure Derek and I are the only parents on the planet that have ever made a sex spot on their floor with a blanket, I don’t think getting it patented will be a problem.

But seriously, you do what you’ve got to do right?

How do you keep intimacy alive after having kids?

What is your sexfession?
Whether you had sex with your kid in the bed or had your dog come up and lick your butt mid sesh, I want you to confess!
(Confession: Both have happened in my home).

Post in the comments or email them to me (amfranklin1016@gmail.com) and I will feature them on my next post.

I changed the settings on here too so if you would prefer to leave your story anonymously you may do so in the comments.

I can’t wait to hear your stories!

The Road To Napping

Declan has begun the dance.
The snake-in-a-woven-basket dance where he appears boneless as he wiggles his sleepy limbs around.
I try my best snake charming moves but somehow he defeats me.
So I decide to take him to the store, knowing that by the time we get back in the car for the drive home he will knock out.
My plan is successful and I delicately remove his car seat and begin to creep to the front door.
Suddenly, our neighbor pulls his car up next to me and rolls down his window.

I turn the car seat so he can see the baby sleeping and gesture frantically.

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He then shouts,

“He’s asleep, eh?!”

Annnd Declan wakes up.

“Oh look! He’s awake!”

Do you want to sit here and talk to me for ten minutes now?

Once the neighbor leaves I notice that Declan’s eyes are starting to droop closed again.

Yessssssssss.

Put the keys in the door, open slowly, and creeeeeeaaaaakkkk!

He moves but his eyes remain closed.
I’ve got to remember to get some WD40 for that damn thing.

Oh. Shit.
I forgot to put the dogs outside before I left.

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These two lugs come running into the living room screaming at the top of their lungs.
I try to quiet them.

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Try explain to them that the baby is sleepy and they need to calm down and silence themselves.
But in unison they both reply,

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By now Declan’s eyes are wide open and he’s watching the whole thing.
I’ve got to act quick so I pull him out of his car seat to cuddle him and kick the dogs outside.

His head nestles into my shoulder and he starts to doze off again as I rock him back and fourth.

But suddenly, there is a violent knock on the door.

He pops up and I swing the creaky door open in a rage.

The UPS driver is already back in his truck.
My package did not require a signature but he ding-dong ditched anyway.

At this point I know it’s going to take more than some swaying and a lullaby so I plop down on the couch and breastfeed.

After about 10 minutes of eating Declan is back to dreamland.
I prop up my feet, lean my head back, and close my eyes.
Maybe I’ll take one too, Lord knows I need it.

I feel my body relaxing more and more with each breath.
The weight of the day lifts off my eyes and I begin to drift.

American Psycho (2000)

We both jump from the terrifying noise.
I then realize that it’s not a masked murderer in my front yard with a chainsaw but rather the gardeners.

Declan looks me in the eyes and deviously smirks as he decides whether or not we will be going back to sleep.

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Just like that he’s declared that his 10 minute nap gave him the energy of one hundred men and daytime sleep becomes a dream of the past for me.

I cry a little on the inside, make myself an iced coffee, and pull it together.

 

Naps are overrated anyway.
We’ll try again tomorrow.

TGIF

It’s been a long week.

1.

I started P90x3 on Monday and discovered just how out of shape I’ve become after not having consistent work outs for the past two months.
I thought the older Declan got the easier it would be to get a work out in but turns out it’s actually the opposite.
Thankfully P90x3 is only 30 minutes long which is totally doable but wow am I feeling sore this week!

2.

Derek had a quick work trip Tuesday-Wednesday this week.
While it may have flown by for him I was horrifically awoken on Tuesday morning to find a giant spider in our bedroom.
It scaled our crown molding just out of my reach and once I finally mustered up the courage to kill it the damn thing quantum leaped off the ceiling and onto the floor where it then disappeared from me, no doubt waiting to strike until nightfall when I would least expect it.
So yeah, short trip for Derek but longest ever for me dealing with the Godzilla of spiders all by my lonesome.

3.

Little Walker Texas Ranger is on the move and there is no stopping him!
No literally, I can not stop him. He jams around the house all day long and now that he’s officially walking it’s hit a whole new level of crazy.
I’m pretty sure that my child is one of Chuck Norris’s horcruxes because there seems to be nothing he can’t do and he also doesn’t let anyone tell him what to do.

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Like nap, or slow down, or hey! Don’t put that shoe in your mouth.

So excuse me while I throw my hands up in the air and celebrate it being Friday.

And I know what you’re thinking:

Why do you care that it’s Friday? You’re a mom which means you don’t get “weekends”.

And yes, you would be correct.
But on weekends I have morning and daytime help with Declan from my husband which means I get to do things like shower before 4 pm and brush my hair.
It’s awesome.
I’m also cashing in on a massage today!

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But enough about me, let’s talk food.
Today’s recipe is for mini eggplant pizzas.
I’ve always been intimidated by eggplant but I’ve been experimenting with it recently and I actually really like it.
This recipe is so easy to put together and it’s super yummy.
I served it with a Chicken Cesar salad because Derek requires meat in his meals.

MINI EGGPLANT PIZZAS

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Ingredients:

One large eggplant
2 tsp. Olive oil
4 oz. Reduced fat shredded mozzarella cheese
2-3 tbsp. Pizza sauce (I make my own with this simple, clean recipe here)
Salt and pepper to taste.

Directions:

1. Preheat your oven to 425 degrees.
2. Cut eggplant in slices about 1/4″ thick and place on a baking sheet lightly sprayed with cooking spray.
3. Use 1 tsp. of olive oil to coat the tops of the slices and place in the oven for 5 minutes.
4. Flip the slices over, coat with remaining tsp. of olive oil and place back in the oven for another 5 minutes.
5. Top with sauce and cheese, then put them back in the oven and bake until the cheese is golden brown.
6. Remove, serve, and enjoy!

Have a fantastic weekend!

Spooks & Haunts

No food post today, guys.
I know.
Please try to control your emotions.
It’s just been one hell of a week and taking pictures of my cooking process was the furthest thing from my mind.

So instead I’m going to tell you a ghost story because those never get boring.
Enjoy the horror that is my life as a haunted soul.

When Derek told me the video I sent him yesterday morning of my computer charger blinking (despite not being plugged in) had a voice talking on it I didn’t bother to review it myself.


Instead, I raced into our room to throw on clothes and get the hell out of our house.
As I walked into Declan’s room to grab his jacket a cold chill ran up my spine and all the hairs on the back of my neck stood up.
I could feel someone standing right behind me.
I passed the charger as I left and the blinking had stopped.

My skepticism of the unexplained was put to rest at a young age.
It’s easy to say “my house is haunted” but it’s more difficult to admit that maybe it’s not the house but rather the person inside.
Maybe it’s me.

When I was in high school I saw a woman dressed in all white walking in my room towards my full length closet mirror.
I was sure that I had imagined it so I never told a soul and moved on.
Then I saw her again.
Same outfit, walking to the same place in my room.
Sure that my family would think I was crazy, I kept it to myself.
But then I saw her AGAIN.
Only this time she was wearing all black, which really spooked me.
I reluctantly told my mom and she confessed that she too had seen this ghostly woman in my room.

Skip a few more scary encounters like that one and you’ve got all the stuff I talked about in October of 2012 that happened in our old house.
(Have I really been blogging that long?!)
You can read about it here

So I almost wasn’t surprised when things began happening in our new home a few month ago.

It all started out innocently enough.
We have an motion activated light in our guest bathroom and it would come on randomly.
But it was probably the air, right?
Or maybe we closed another door in the house too hard and it triggered it.

Next was the orbs.
One night Derek and I were sitting on the couch with Declan and I was trying to capture something cute so I had my iphone video camera on.
With my own eyes I saw a ball of light pass over us and go into the wall.
Sure enough, there were not one but two orbs on the video.

You will see the first one at 10/11 seconds shooting upward and the second one at 32/33 seconds moving slowly up towards Derek’s face.

Notice also how you can see the tv on throughout the whole video reflecting on the wall and Derek’s face, but nothing like that.

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The closet where our heating unit is will frequently be open all of a sudden.

Mind you, Derek and I never open it to begin with and it cannot be opened without real force.
(We’ve tested it out).

We hear unexplained noises, like banging or tapping.

And probably the scariest of all is what happened about a month or so ago with the Xbox.
We had just picked out a documentary to watch on Netflix and Derek pressed play.
He then turned the Xbox controller off.
We were both sitting completely still with Declan asleep on me when all of a sudden the hand icon popped on the screen and motioned to turn off our movie.

If you’re not familiar with the new Xbox let me explain.
You have to raise your arm in order for the hand icon to appear.

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Neither of us had our arms even close to bring raised.
Additionally, it started to move and turn off our movie….
Amazed, I pulled out my phone, pressed record, and the second I did the hand icon went away.

So like I said, when Derek told me there was a voice on the recording I sent him at 6:30 am when it was still dark in my living room I didn’t play it back, I left my house!

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Derek finally responded to my panicked texts about an hour later and told me to come down to his shop.
It wasn’t until I got there that I found out he was just kidding about the voice.

Turns out he never thought I would high tail out of the house before reviewing the video first and he was just trying to momentarily frighten me, not ruin my whole morning and throw me into a panic (which is what happened instead.)

But when you already have enough scary encounters to write a mini book you learn to act now, ask later.

So this one was debunked and I was safe to return home.
But tell me, how do you explain the rest?

Is this house haunted too?
Or is it me that’s been haunted and followed all along?
The mystery continues.

Happy Friday :)

Clean Eating Strawberry & PB Cookies

I don’t usually participate in Lent as it is a Catholic tradition and doesn’t get brought up in the Christian churches I grew up in.
But this year I felt a tug at my heart to give something up and reflect on Jesus during that time, so I gave up chocolate.

If you know me then you’re well aware that this is an appropriate sacrifice because I am the very definition of a chocoholic.
Like, I would literally eat it in some form every single day whether it be a natural ingredient in one of my peanut butters or a small handful of dark chocolate chips before bed.

So in an attempt to satisfy my sweet tooth the other night without using chocolate I began throwing ingredients together.

The end result was AMAZING.

These cookies are egg free, dairy free, and they are packed with milk supply boosting ingredients for the breastfeeding mama.

CLEAN EATING STRAWBERRY & PB COOKIES

(I got 6 good sized cookies out of these measurements.)

Ingredients:

3/4 cup of oats
1 medium ripe banana (it doesn’t have to be ripe but the cookies are sweeter when it is)
3-4 strawberries
1/2 tbsp. of honey
2 tbsp. of chopped unsalted/unsweetened pecans
1 tsp. cinnamon
1-2 tbsp. of peanut butter for topping

Directions:

1. Preheat the oven to 350 degrees and line a baking sheet with parchment paper. I spray mine with a little bit of olive oil because I’m paranoid that it will stick anyway.

2. Mash banana and strawberries in a medium bowl until well combined.

3. Add oats, honey, pecans, and cinnamon and stir until well combined.

4. Arrange into cookie shapes on the parchment paper. These do not rise like normal cookies so you want to sort of flatten and shape them.

5. Bake for 10 minutes.

6. Move cookies onto a plate or cooling rack and spread peanut butter on top of each one. (I like to do this before they have fully cooled because then the peanut butter spreads!)

I HIGHLY recommend Peanut Butter & Co brand.

They have several flavors which are all clean and all delicious.

7. Grab a glass of unsweetened vanilla almond milk (or whatever you like) and enjoy!