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InstaFriday on Saturday

6 Jul

This is my first time linking up with Jeannett over at her blog, Life Rearranged for InstaFriday. (Late, I know. But better late than never, in my book.)

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Here are my favorite Instagram photos from our week. If you want to see them all, follow me: bipolarmomlife and be sure to leave a comment with your username so I can follow you. It’s fun!

On Wednesday I picked the first harvest from our deck garden. Not bad for a first pickin’. I can’t wait until the tomatoes start to really explode so my husband can make some of his amazing salsa. I made ratatouille from these veggies, but forgot to take a picture since by the time it came out of the oven, everyone was starving.


We had a fun Fourth of July. It was our third time watching our favorite local parade and the kids had a ball waving at the firefighters, marching band, Corvette drivers, and all the other participants.


After the parade, we went home for lunch and nap time and then headed over to my best friend’s house for a BBQ, sprinkler fun and fireworks after dinner. I made a fun and easy dessert idea I found on Pinterest. It was a wonderful day spent with family and friends and it couldn’t have been more perfect.


On Friday, Ben finally caught the cold that the kids and I had last week, so he missed out on the puppet show at Glen Echo park. The carousel was dreamy. The weather was gorgeous, and Grandma had packed a picnic, so we enjoyed lunch after the show before driving home.

WorkoutAfter several days of being sick and then indulging over this holiday weekend, I needed to get back to my workout routine. I picked up this new protein mix at the store and used it as my motivation to press play on Insanity today. It worked. Tasted like a healthy chocolate milkshake. I’ll take it. Now if I can only keep the momentum up for the rest of the summer. :)

Do you love Instagram as much as I do? Let’s connect over there and share cool photos.


Getting back into the swing of things

26 Jan


Been busy in our house lately. So busy that I’ve decided we’re going back to basics around here these days.

After the craziness of the holidays and our post-holiday holiday celebration mid-month with my family who lives in Florida, we settled back into our normal routine. Well, sortof.

This week Mister Man had off from school on Monday for Martin Luther King, Jr Day and the Inauguration, we had a mini snow event on Wednesday night causing a 2-hour delay on Thursday, and then yesterday the schools is our county closed an hour early due to more snow and therefore afternoon preschool was cancelled. It’s been a tough week to get anything done for this work-from-home mama! But I’m not complaining. Even though I cannot stand the frigid winter temperatures, I do love how beautiful everything looks the morning after a snowfall. I made the kids pancakes and oatmeal with strawberries this week to shake off the chilly feeling we woke up with. We stayed in our jammies longer than we usually do and just had fun doing inside stuff like coloring in our new coloring books with markers and crayons and watching Disney movies cuddled under fuzzy blankets on the couch.

We are trying to eat dinner as a family together at the table as often as we can. In the past we’ve had the kids eating together at the small table in the kitchen while my husband and I eat sitting at the island bar stools or standing which we both know isn’t ideal. So whoever is cooking now takes care of preparing the meal while the other sets the table and keeps the kids happy until the meal is served. We’re cooking using recipes from our new vegan cookbook, Veganomicon, and have loved almost every one we’ve tried so far. The kids are being very open to trying new things and have found that they really like eating vegan and vegetarian meals. I’m thinking we may transition them from cow’s milk to almond milk in the new few months, but I’m not going to force anything on them if they decide they would rather not make that switch.

When I found myself feeling terribly unmotivated this morning, I made the decision not to dwell on it and just got up and started moving. An hour later I was amazed at how much I got done. Once I dug in and got started it wasn’t so hard to forget about those negative thoughts. I was able to unload the dishwasher of clean dishes, reload it with the dirty breakfast dishes, clean up the rest of the kitchen, put away all the kid’s clean clothes, tidy up their rooms, and rally the troops to get ready to head to swimming while my husband relaxed with a cup of coffee on the couch. I appreciated the fact that I could get that housework done while he kept the kids occupied, and we all made it out the door on time for swim lessons.

My husband and I booked a 10-year anniversary trip to the Riveria Maya in June with friends of ours who are also celebrating their 10-year anniversary. The guys were each others’ best men and we always have such a fun time with them reminiscing on old times and making new memories whenever we have the chance to get together. (They live in Texas now so we only get to visit once every other year or so.) I didn’t want diamonds or a new kitchen to celebrate this milestone, just time alone with my better half. It’s going to be heavenly and I am counting the days. (139 to be exact.)

I loved every minute of the holidays and spending time with family and friends. Now that January is almost over I’m getting excited for February because it is the month of birthday parties (my best friend’s, her son, mine – 34 – eeek!, my Grandma’s, my good friend from highschool, my hubby) and then Valentine’s Day when I get to spoil my loves.

So yeah, we’re getting back to our old routines but with lots of exciting stuff coming up. Therefore, here’s to a new year of appreciating all the craziness that life throws our way!

Secret Mommy-hood Confession Saturday

12 May

I can totally relate to Kim’s confession today. Mine is similar. In honor of Mother’s Day tomorrow:

Six years ago I thought there was no way in hell I’d recover from the deep depression and crippling anxiety I was feeling, day after day, to start a family with my husband. Was ready to give up on the dream of being a mother because I thought I just couldn’t do it. I was too sick.

I am so thankful that I didn’t give up. I am so thankful that I fought like crazy, albeit not without many tears and mopey naps on the couch, but I battled my illness for a good year and a half until I was able to slowly and steadily climb out of the trenches to realize that there was hope. I am so thankful that my husband did not give up on me. I am so thankful that my family stuck by me and was there to listen to me cry when I needed to {which was pretty much daily}. I am so thankful that my doctors were able to figure out the best medication to get me back to my normal. I am so thankful that my friends did not turn their backs on me when they found out I was suffering from a mental illness. I am so thankful that I was able to see the light at the end of the tunnel.

Because if I wouldn’t have been able to, I wouldn’t have been able to see this:

My little blogger-in-training. :)

But seriously, my kids are the single BEST thing that has ever happened to me {aside from marrying the love of my life, of course}. These kids make me laugh {constantly}, challenge me {hello, potty-training, anyone?}, and push me to become a better person because I want them to look up to me. I sometimes have to stop and stare at them. I think to myself, “Wow. This little incredible person is half me and half my husband, and together, we made him and her. We made these little miracles. Just, WOW.”

Tomorrow is Mother’s Day and Postpartum Progress will be featuring a letter an hour, for all 24 hours of Mother’s Day, written by moms. It is, as Katherine Stone, the rally’s creator, put it: “a 24-hour celebration of the importance of emotional health for new mothers on Mother’s Day.” And I am honored to be a part of this fantastic online support network. And I really hope you stop by tomorrow to read.

Happy Mother’s Day {a day early}! I hope you, like me, will celebrate all. weekend. long. We deserve it.

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A Mother’s Day memory

8 May

In the spring of 2008, my bulging mid-section was the giveaway that I was five months pregnant with my first child. We had just moved in to our first single-family home the month prior, and had excitedly invited our parents over for a Mother’s Day brunch to celebrate. Mine were up visiting from Florida, and were staying with us for the weekend. My mom had brought her lapdog with her, a toy poodle she had called her baby ever since she brought him home when my brother and I were in high school. That Saturday night as she took the dog out for a walk before calling it a night, she accidentally left the front door open when it didn’t catch the latch, and our cat slipped out of the house, undetected.

In the morning, the house buzzed with the excitement of Mother’s Day and the brunch that my husband and I were cooking for our moms. I was slicing fresh strawberries for yogurt parfaits, when I heard my husband ask if I had seen the cat lately. I hadn’t, and we both thought it was strange since he was usually roaming around the house, stopping to rub his head against any shin he could find in the morning especially.

We immediately began searching the house for him. Calling his name and peeking under beds turned up nothing, and so we put two and two together and realized he must have gotten out the night before. The search party was on, as we began walking and then running through our new neighborhood to try to find our precious bundle of fur, our first baby.

 After half and hour of searching we still couldn’t find him. I called my in-laws and asked them to come over earlier so that they could help us look for him. I was in tears as I raced up and down the streets in our little subdivision, while my husband shook a package of treats to try to lure him home. Another thirty minutes passed, and I started to really get scared. My husband said we should drive behind the neighborhood by the highway to see if he was out there. Dead probably, was my first thought. My poor baby!

He quickly drove us the five minutes to the busy freeway, but there was no sign of him, thank God. We rushed back home so that I could start calling the animal shelters in our area to see if anyone had turned him in. I was back outside, walking the sidewalk with my cell glued to my ear, trying to comprehend the questions the woman at the shelter was asking me. My eyes were scanning the perimeters around me for any sign of my white and orange tiger-like fur ball.

All of sudden I saw him. His white face and orange ears peeking out from beneath our backyard neighbor’s deck.

“Riley!” I shouted, with no regard for the woman I was talking with at the shelter. “I found him! He’s here!” A wave of relief swept over me, as I thanked her for her time and scooped him up in my arms at the same time.

His white fur was brown with dirt, damp from the humidity that was in the air. But he appeared to be in perfect shape, other than a little scared. Looked as if he had spent the night under the deck, so he hadn’t wandered too far. Just wanted a taste of freedom, I guess.

That day is so vivid in my memory because I remember thinking, “so this is what it must feel like to lose a child in a crowded park or mall”. My motherly instincts were so strong, even though I was not yet a mother myself. I wrapped my arms around my swollen belly that evening in bed and made a promise to protect my baby with all that I have, forever and ever.

WW: Drowning in Easter candy

11 Apr

How am I ever going to lose the winter weight I gained and firm up before swim suit season with this basket of candy lying around?!?! {this is what is left after the 5 pounds of chocolate I’ve already consumed.} Sheesh.


{Also linking up with The Paper MamaLive and Love Outloud, And Then-She Snapped and Baby Baby Lemon!}

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