Try It Tuesday

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This week, I thought I’d take a break from my declutter challenge and post about something super fun and tasty! If you follow this blog, you know I absolutely love unicorns. Who wouldn’t?! They’re pretty and magical and downright awesome!



Anyway, the other day, Huff the Tot and Huff the Hubs ran some errands. When they got home, HtT was super excited to show me a “surprise” they got for me.



I was nervous at first. This was a BIG box. What if this cereal tasted like cardboard? What if it was so sugary that one of my teeth fell out? All valid concerns. Because my kiddo was absolutely thrilled that she picked out something unicorn for her mommy, I decided to go ahead and try it!


Y’all. It was actually really good! After trying it with and without milk, I’m thoroughly convinced that eating this cereal dry is the way to go. It just didn’t taste right in milk. (There are certain cereals that just lose their tastiness in milk. Ya feel me?) And, bonus! One cup is only 110 calories! This would make a great dessert or sweet snack! (I know its not the healthiest, but still!)


Have you tried this magical cereal? What did you think? Share in the comments below!

Mommy Monday

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Last week, Huff the Hubs had his tonsils and adenoids taken out as well as had surgery to fix his deviated septum. When he told me he wanted to have these procedures done, I didn’t know too much about them. Then, I read about how awful it is to have a tonsillectomy as an adult and that you’re basically in a A LOT of pain and pretty much helpless for 14 days.

I was less than thrilled when he said he was making an appointment with an ENT to schedule the surgery.



For one, I didn’t want him to have to go through all that pain and suffering (even though all procedures were very necessary–his deviated septum was so bad, the doctor said it was 90% blocked. Poor guy has been breathing out of only one nostril for his whole life!). And two, I know how men can be when they’ve got a tiny cold, let alone surgery.



But, then I thought back to how sweet and caring Huff the Hubs was when I was recovering from giving birth both times. He really took great care of me. I also thought of something I read in my daily devotional the other day. Granted, it was about parent/child relationships, but I feel like it could be applied to marriage relationships as well. The writer of the devotional said, “Sometimes God uses the struggles of your child to sanctify you both.” I knew it was going to be tough taking care of The Hubs and 100% of everything else in the household. And, for a hot minute, all I could think about was myself: I’m never going to get any rest! I’m going to be so wore out and crabby! I’m stretched too thin as it is! 

But–as weird as this may sound–I’m actually enjoying taking care of him. I’m trying to take this time as a way for God to work in me, to show me how to have self-control and not complain, to show grace and mercy, and also to grow a servant’s heart. I know that, in this day and age, the thought of being a “servant” is met with gasps and statements such as: “I am no one’s ‘servant’!” But God calls us to love and serve one another (now, that doesn’t mean be a doormat and bow to everyone’s will; just wanna clear that up right meow). I’m talking about showing each other genuine love and care and not for praise or for what you think you may get in return. But serving with a loving, giving heart just because.

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Now, come Day 11 or 12 of HtH’s recuperation, I may be going a wee bit crazy (which means imma need some prayer, mmkay?) and I’m sure I’ll probably lose my cool. But for right now, I’m going to embrace this time of service as a “serving bootcamp” of sorts.

How can you be a blessing to someone today and mirror a servant’s heart?

Try It Tuesday

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For Christmas, I got Huff the Hubs a cookbook. He’s hoping to cook his way through it this year (a la, Julie and Julia) and last night he made asparagus soup. It turned out great! However, he left the burner on a little too high and, well…



It turned the bottom of my big pot a lovely shade of black.


He perused the interwebs to find a way to get the tar off and I said, “Wait! I want to watch–this can be a Try It Tuesday!” (Because, one, I didn’t have anything prepped for today and two, well… that’s about it.)  He found this site and set to work.

Here’s what he used:


  • 1 cup of vinegar
  • 2 tablespoons of baking soda
  • 1 cup of water


Fill your pot (or pan) with enough water to create a layer on the bottom. Then add 1 cup of vinegar and bring it to a boil.


As it boiled, I could already see some of the burnt part coming off!


After the vinegar reaches a full, rolling boil remove it from heat and add in the baking soda. (Huff the Hubs did this part in the sink just in case the fizz bubbled over!)


Sorry; the pics are a little blurry because of the steam. After the bubbles settle down, swish the contents of the pot/pan around. Then, get to scrubbing. After about 10 minutes, here’s what the pot looked like:


Better, but not great.


The website said for more stubborn stains, sprinkle baking soda into the pot/pan and add a little water to create a paste:


HtH let it set until after dinner (about an hour or two) and rinsed and scrubbed some more.



It looks MUCH better. Not back to normal, but pretty close! I think this would’ve worked better if we had a Brillo pad or something comparable. All we had was a scrub brush. Have you ever tried this before? Did you try something different? What were your results? Share in the comments below!

Mommy Monday

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Ever since becoming a mom, one of my favorite hobbies, reading, has kind of fallen to the wayside. Between diaper changes and tantrums, I haven’t had the time. Not to mention I wrote books for a living and, at the end of the day, I didn’t want to read more. I just wanted to sleep. But now that I’m no longer ghostwriting/editing books, one of my goals is to read more. I finished Me Before You when Huff the Babe was a fresh newborn and sped through Harry Potter and the Cursed Child a few weeks ago. I told myself it was time to read a non-fiction; one that would help me in my new role as a SAHM and wife. I chose this book:


I had pinned this a loooooooooong time ago on Pinterest (back when Huff the Tot was a few months old) but I just now got around to reading it. I’m only six chapters in, but I gotta tell ya, its already taught me so much!

As I read, I feel like the authors have peeked inside my home, taking notes of the things I have said, thought, or argued with Huff the Hubs about. Though the authors are women, they do a good job of showing the perspectives of wives and husbands. There have been several times I have stopped to take notes or felt convicted. However, this particular subtitle spoke deep to my soul:


I realized I have been stressing myself out, trying to make everything spotless, making sure laundry is folded and put away (even if I’m accomplishing this at 11:00 p.m.), cutting my daughter’s pb&j’s with a cookie cutter EVERY. SINGLE. TIME. instead of just cutting it into 4 triangles (because that’s how So-And-So did it on Facebook for her kid), and making every meal Pinterest-perfect, no matter how bad it stressed me out. I was putting so much effort into making sure everything was Instagram-worthy so other people would think I was doing a great job as a wife/mother, that I was alienating my kids and husband.

How many times have I said, “Mommy can’t play right now; I’m busy” or “No, you can’t help. Mommy wants this to look a certain way” or “Can you please just leave me alone so I can read this blog post about being a better communicator?!”

Something had to give. So when I read this, it was like I had seen the light. I decided “Good enough is good enough” will be my new mantra, especially in this season of life. With two little kids in the house, I can’t expect to get everything done nor can I expect it to be perfect. That is too much pressure and too much stress.

As long as my kids and husband are fed, know they’re loved, and have clean underwear (even if its not folded), that’s what matters.

Good enough is good enough.




Have you read this book? What were your thoughts? Have you read a parenting/marriage book that has spoken to you? Share in the comments below!




Mommy Monday

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This weekend was super busy and crazy-stressful. I was trying to get stuff done around the house and for Christmas; Huff the Hubs was doing the same. Huff the Tot was being crazy–most likely because she saw that Momma and Daddy were stressed out and thought, “Hmm, how can I make them lose ALL of their hair?”

I went to bed Saturday night hoping Sunday would be better. I ended up waking up around 4:30 a.m. and couldn’t go back to sleep. The rest of the day was pretty harried as well and finally, at 4:00 p.m., I told HtH, “I need a break from Hermione. And you. And this house.”

So I picked up my mom and we did a little shopping. I was only gone for about an hour, but it was blissful. I felt sort of bad, leaving HtH alone with Huff the Tot, but I knew I needed a break. Then, when I got home, my little Gryffindor greeted me at the door with a big bear hug around my knees.

“Momma!” she cried, and smiled wide.

“Hi baby,” I said, giving her a squeeze.

Then she said three words that made my heart melt and also made me feel like the worst mother in the world:

“I missed you!”

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Yeah… I was pretty inconsolable.

I felt awful! This little girl missed me and just an hour and a half earlier, I was desperate for a break. I know I need to take time out for myself because I can’t be a good mom if I’m stressed out all the time, but still…In that moment (and still now) I felt so guilty.

Have you ever felt like that? How do you cope? Share in the comments below!

The Bun in the Oven

I thought I’d shake things up a bit today since we just got some exciting news!

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That’s right, Hermione will be a big sister to a little brother! I’m not going to lie, I was rooting for another girl just because I figured it’d be easier: reuse the same clothes, I know how the sister dynamic works, and I’m all about Disney princesses. But then I started thinking about my nephews and how much I love them. Then I started to get excited about a little boy!

Another reason I wasn’t too keen on a boy–at first–was that I wasn’t too jazzed about the name we have picked out. It’s actually Huff the Hubs choice. And the guy will NOT back down. So, he agreed to let me give our son TWO middle names and I get to pick both!

Our son’s name will be:


Why did we choose these names? I’ll tell you!

Huff the Hubs has always loved the name Uriah. When he told me this is what he wanted to name our “someday son” years ago, I couldn’t believe it.

You know he gets cheated on by Bathsheba, right?” I asked.


“And then King David sends for him to come back from war when he finds out Bathsheba got knocked up because he couldn’t keep his hands to himself,” I added.

“Uh huh…”

“And then King David basically orders Uriah to spend time with his wife and he refuses so King David has him killed…you really want our son named after that?!”


I couldn’t believe it. First of all, Uriah has such a sad story! And not only that, but if my son ever got cheated on by some girl, you better believe this Momma Bear would have something to say!

But then I started to think about the kind of man Uriah was. He was brave; he was a warrior in the king’s army. He was loyal; when he was called in from war, he didn’t rush off to have a conjugal visit. He insisted that he protect the king because how could he “eat, drink, and be merry” while his brothers were still fighting on the front lines? I’d be so proud of my boy if he was as brave and loyal! (It should also be noted that my dad LOVES the name Uriah because its the name of his favorite band.)


Francis is the name of my beloved grandfather who passed away when I was in elementary school:

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My dad says that I share a lot of similarities with my Papa Francis, including my looks. My Papa was a kind, gentle, loving man. He loved OU football and working with his hands. I always knew I wanted to name my first son after such an amazing man!


And yes, you guessed it, the second middle name, Indiana, is after our favorite “professor”:


Indiana has always been on our list of boy names, even when we weren’t even trying to get pregnant. We both knew we always wanted a little boy named Indiana that we could call “Indy”. Not only are the movies such a big part of our lives and childhoods, but we love the character of Indiana Jones. He loves history, loves to learn, and wants to preserve historical artifacts for everyone to see and enjoy. Plus, he’s a total bad-a.


So there you have it! The newest addition to the Huffman clan will be: Uriah Francis Indiana. Lock up your daughters, folks.


I realize not everyone will like his name, and I’m okay with that. There are some people who have named their kids certain names that I don’t care for. But, you know what I do when that happens? I keep it to myself. Why? Because my kid is not your kid. And vice versa.


We got a lot of flack when we told people what we were naming Hermione. Yeah, it hurt sometimes. But then I remembered why we chose that name. And if people don’t like our son’s name, that’s fine too. Because I know why we have chosen these names. We want our kids to have names that mean something to us. Besides, it could be worse. We could be naming our son Albus Severus.



Mommy Monday

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Y’all, I don’t know if its the pregnancy hormones or what, but I have been feeling extreme Mommy Guilt lately. I’ve been so tired lately that a lot of the responsibilities have been shifted to Huff the Hubs. I’ve been napping A LOT (when I can, that is) and missing out on fun little moments with my little family. I feel like such a slug. But I’m also so exhausted from my normal duties (work, taking care of a house that is still full of boxes) as well as you know, growing a human, that I get wore out FAST.

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I know that now that I’m in the second trimester, I should get my energy back, but I’m starting to think I’m going to feel this way for a while.

I feel guilty that I can’t do as much as I once could. I feel guilty that we aren’t doing more stuff with Huff the Tot while she’s still our “Only”. I feel guilty that I haven’t unpacked the house, hung stuff on the walls, got the nursery ready, or spent more quality time with Huff the Hubs.

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I feel guilty that I have to work. I feel guilty when I drop my kid off at the sitter’s (even though the sitter is my aunt and grandmother). I feel guilty that I’m not more in touch with my friends and their lives.

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I feel guilty that I forget to take my prenatal vitamin some nights and my baby will suffer because s/he isn’t getting enough nutrients. I feel guilty that I’m not working out as much as I used to.


Will this guilt ever end?!

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I really hope it does. Because IT. IS. EXHAUSTING.