Try It Tuesday

Try It Tuesday Cooking Badge 2


With my kids’ picky pallets, its hard to get them to eat fruits and veggies (unless they come in a pouch!) so I have to get creative. I usually drink a spinach smoothie every morning so I thought I’d try to see what else I could sneak the leafy greens into to help my kids have more nutritionally sound meals. Thankfully, Pinterest has my back! I found an awesome spinach pancake recipe and decided to try it out on the kiddos!

Here’s what I used:


  • 2 Cups Baby Spinach
  • 1 egg
  • 1 tbsp. melted butter
  • 1/4 tsp. salt
  • 1/2 tsp. sugar
  • 1/8 tsp. nutmeg
  • 1/2 cup flour
  • 1/2 cup milk


First, I mixed up the spinach and milk in a blender:



Then, I added the spinach/milk mixture and the rest of the ingredients into a bowl and mixed well:



After that, I poured the batter onto a pre-heated skillet and cooked as normal. Next came the hard part, getting the kids to eat them!


I don’t think Huff the Babe actually ate any. Pretty sure he just picked up the bits I gave him and threw them on the floor until I gave him his banana. Sigh. 



Huff the Tot refused to eat green pancakes because, and I quote: “Mommy, its not Saint Patrick’s Day. I only eat pink pancakes.” Double sigh. I had to add pink food coloring to get her to eat them (sidebar: because pink and green don’t mix well, the pancakes ended up looking like off-brand bologna, lol.)




But, whatever. it got her to eat them! She ate three pancakes! Mommy had two–ha! I even had some batter left over so I can reheat them in the morning. I honestly couldn’t tell that the pancakes had spinach in them. To be quite honest, I think you could probably just mix spinach and milk together and then add your normal pancake mix and it’d be okay, too.

Have you ever tried this? Have you snuck veggies into another dish? What were your results? Share in the comments below!

Mommy Monday

I used to be crazy in shape.

working out


Now I’m just in a crazy shape.



Before Hermione, I worked out at least 5 times a week. If I only worked out 4 days in a week, I considered myself a complete failure. I would think, “Oh my gosh! I suck! I need to go run laps!” And I would.

I’m not kidding.

My first “big girl” job that I had right out of college was as a technical writer for a government contracting company. I would walk up and down the stairs over and over during my morning and afternoon breaks, and then I would run laps outside during lunch. Seriously.

My, how times have changed. I’m lucky if I get to work out twice a week, let alone 5!

Exercising used to give me so much energy! Now its such a chore. Used to while I ran I would think: “I am burning so many calories right now!” These days my thoughts are: “I could be sleeping right now. Or sitting in my recliner, getting some peace and quiet because its Hermione’s nap time.”

I was just starting to be able to accept my body and then I got pregnant. That’s proof that God has a sense of humor!

And even though I’m back down to my pre-pregnancy weight, I’m not back to my pre-pregnancy size. Things have been…shifted. And areas of my body that I didn’t know could jiggle, jiggle.

My nephew likes to do this thing where he sneaks up behind you and punches your backside. Last time he did it, I said, “Noah, what did I say about that?”

He grinned and replied, “Not to do it because it makes your booty jiggle!” He then exploded into laughter. And why wouldn’t he? Jiggling booties are pretty funny. They fall into the same category as burps and farts.

Moving on…

I used to think that I would absolutely freak out if I didn’t get my “body back”. But now that I’ve lived through pregnancy and labor, I couldn’t give the furry crack of a rat’s behind. For so many reasons, too many to list now. Yeah, I get a little frustrated when I can’t button certain pants or outfits I used to love I now can’t stand because they don’t look the same, but I’m okay with that. And that fact alone shows that I’ve come a LONG way. There are so many other things I need to spend my time thinking about rather than my weight. (Like if I can sneak in a nap before Hermione wakes up from her’s!)

Don’t get me wrong, I still workout and try to be healthy. I want to be able to take care of Hermione, Huff the Hubs, and myself, so I want to be as efficient as possible (and if that means skipping a nap and hopping on the elliptical, I’ll do it). BUT, my weight doesn’t control my life like it used to. The scale used to OWN me; but not anymore! I’ve broken free from those chains! Free at last, free at last!


What about you? Are you comfortable with your post-baby body? Are you working toward any goals? Are there ways you sneak in exercise? Have you broken free from the scale’s control? Got any tips for me and my readers?


Body Revelation

Before I got pregnant, I thought I was finally getting to a point that I could accept my body the way it was. For years, I would hear people say: “I’m finally okay with my body. I just need to accept it the way it is.”


I didn’t understand that.


For years I had always been working toward a goal. I had lost the 40 pounds I had gained after a bad breakup and when I was finally at my goal weight, I didn’t know what to do. I kept eating right, working out, and tracking my food intake as though I was still trying to lose weight. I would check my calorie app all the time. I’d Google the nutritional values of restaurant foods so I would know what I “could” and “couldn’t” eat. (I even did this before mine and Huff the Hubs’ first date. I asked him where we were going as soon as I could so I could look up the menu.) Back then, I didn’t think I had a problem, but now, looking back, I know I did. I was addicted.


When Huff the Hubs and I got engaged, I was afraid that I would settle into married life and let my physical fitness and health go by the wayside. I had this mindset because so many people around me were like, “Get ready; you won’t care about running or counting calories when you get married. He has to love you no matter what. So you can get fat now.” I think I let that add fuel to the fire of my food/weight/exercise addiction.


But, thankfully, throughout our marriage HtH and I have both stayed pretty healthy. We both workout and try to eat right. When I got pregnant, I was terrified I was going to hate my body. The weird thing is, though, that once I got past the nausea-stage of pregnancy, I actually felt good about my pregnant body. I felt okay with my body changing and getting bigger and liked how I looked.


There was still a fear in the back of my head though; that once this baby wasn’t inside anymore that I’d fall into a tailspin of depression because of how I looked. Now, I actually like my body. I don’t know if it’s the fact that my body has changed so much that I’ve been able to accept it or if I’m so amazed at what my body can do that I think, “Heck yes! I’m awesome!” And I have NEVER felt that way before. Ever.


And I like it! I like finally feeling okay about my body and I’m not going to let anyone take that from me.