Disclosure: I received Brew over Ice products in exchange for this review. As always, all opinions are my own.
One of my favorite pre-children activities was going for coffee. Selecting the type of coffee I wanted, sitting and sipping my chosen drink, and then enjoying the caffeine buzz afterwards was a process.
Enter children, and going out for coffee meant stressfully holding onto two children in a coffee shop, explaining that we went to the store to get coffee, not sugary treats because mommy needed the energy, not the little people! Then waiting (not so) patiently for the drink to be brewed, balancing hot coffee while leaving the store, fumbling for keys, getting everyone into the car (while not spilling the coffee), and gulping down coffee before you got to whatever your destination was.
After going through a couple of months of this, we decided to buy a Keurig brewer. We entered back into the coffee enjoyment world. This past summer though, I started to get a bit envious of the cold drinks which my Keurig could not whip up…or could it?! Enter these guys…
In a matter of moments, my drink was brewed…
And ready to drink!
I was so impressed with the flavors, and especially the fact that we were able to drink it right after it was brewed (and ice was added, of course!) – as there was no need to add any sugar, milk, etc. They were quite simply, perfect. Nothing is better for me than easy, and delicious
Brew over Ice has a couple of fun things going on now that you may be interested in…
I am going to be honest – a friend of mine gave me this recipe for Taco Pasta Shells in October of 2010. It has sat in my Facebook inbox since then, because I could not decide if it sounded good, or gross. I mean, you are mixing two very different types of food – pasta shells (Italian) and Tacos (Mexican). She offered to make this for me in my last couple weeks of pregnancy, and I realized I was an absolute idiot. This dish is magical…maybe because it mixes my two favorite cuisines ever, it is just perfect? Oh and if you think it is weird pregnancy taste buds, my husband and kids thought that this was absolutely delicious as wellI have already made this once since she made it for us, and I see it very quickly entering our regular dinner rotation!
I had the opportunity to test out some new snacks today from Green Giant…yes, Green Giant of vegetable fame! I have always been a chip person – they are more appetizing to me than a brownie or cookie. I blame this salty food preference on my mom who was such a potato chip addict that she used to always have a back up bag hidden in the back of our cupboards, so that she never ran out unexpectedly. I have become a bit bored of the usual chips though over the last couple years, and have been on the hunt to find something new, and of course, flavorful.
Enter into my world Roasted Veggie Tortilla Chips…
(Don’t they just look so tempting???)
And sweet potato barbeque chips (yes, they combined sweet potato AND barbecue):
(Can you see how thin and tasty they look??)
My husband and I enjoyed these as snack with our lunch one day on the weekend – and we both agreed that it made our usual peanut butter and jelly sandwich lunch a little more exciting! What was perfect about both kinds of chips was that I did not feel like they needed any dip or anything. They were so flavorful on their own, which was a welcome change from regular chips! I also felt like I was saving some calories because I did not feel the need to put them in anything.
Of the two flavors, I would absolutely say that the Green Giant Roasted Veggie Tortilla Chips was my personal favorite, while my husband preferred the barbecue ones. This could be because I felt like the Tortilla chips were a little heartier to eat than the Sweet Potato Chips…and my husband, well, he is a little more restrained with all things food
Have you tried these chips yet? If so, what do you think??
I was selected for this opportunity as a member of Clever Girls Collective and the content and opinions expressed here are all my own.
So my brain is a little fried these days. My normally clear email inbox is crazy, texts go unanswered for a couple of days, and I am constantly saying dopey things. Like in the hospital when my doctor looked at my daughter, and said she was so fair compared to my other children. My response was, “I have no idea where that comes from.” He politely points at my pale Irish husband with his light red hair…um, right. Mommy brain moments will be plentiful these days.
Tonight though, I am celebrating the return of breastfeeding to my life. Yup, you read that right. Any nervousness that I had time #1 has gone out the window. The tender quiet moments I snuck with #2 are long gone. With #3, I feel like breastfeeding takes an entirely new meaning when you have two kids staring at you from about 4 inches away as you try to get the right latch. Oh and I also need an app on my phone which alerts me to when it is getting close to “feeding time”, or what side I should be feeding her from next. There are definitely a lot more giggles in my house around when it is time to eat. So, feel free to share in laughing with (or probably at) me.
Oh and I am still enjoying some of the pain medicine from the hospital this week, so likely in my normal state, this post will be deleted Right now, I am the better flower child version of myself.
So first story up…in the hospital, I knew that I was having pain when feeding my daughter. The kind of pain that requires the special cream that you get when you go to the specialist after gutting through a month of toe curling hurt. I knew the nurses could get this for me, so when the lactation consultant and nurses made their rounds, I made my request. The lactation consultant asked to check…um, sure. She then proceeded to tell me that the best cure for this was not the cream, but instead, milk itself. And the lady proceeded to milk me to prove her point. Yes…she milked me. I looked at the nurse and told her I still needed the darn cream, and she looked at me with a massively sympathetic look, and put in the order. I should have remembered at this point – my body will not my own again for some time.
The next was the other day one of my good friends stopped by to meet the baby, and drop off some of the clothes that I had lent her little girl…which I now needed back, despite me thinking we were going to be back in blue-land. I had to feed my daughter, and went into my office (now taking a break to be a multi-purpose room), so that I could be behind closed doors for a bit. I could hear my son and his friend talking…
“We can’t go in that room now, because my mom is feeding my sister from her boobies” – my son
“Yeah,my mom did that too when my sister was little.” – his friend
“Really – your mom did that too???” - my son
“Yup, I guess we all eat boobies at some point.” – his friend
I was dying after overhearing this, until I could walk out and repeat the conversation to my friend and my husband…it took about 4 times to be able to say the full story, and I had to sit to tell it, because it literally hurt me to laugh so hard while sharing.
Do you have any funny delivery or breastfeeding stories to share? (remember…you don’t have to share your name on here in the comments)
Well, someone new has walked into our life. Well, maybe not walked, but our sweet baby girl has finally arrived, and I could not be more overwhelmed with joy. For the last 9 months, we have wondered if a boy or girl would be joining us, what they would look like, how the kids would react, and of course, if everything would go okay. After months of wondering, I feel like we can take a deep breath. Our daughter is here, and I feel like our family is complete.
Last week, I shared my hesitation around my impending c-section. Unfortunately, I have to say that my fears and anxiety had really gotten the best of me in the last month or so. All I seemed to be able to think about was the surgery – and that process, as opposed to the amazing ending (or beginning really!) which was coming our way. I felt so worked up about everything – and so just out of the ordinary. I am incredibly grateful that I shared my thoughts on here though, because the comments and support made me realize that I was truly not alone. So many people felt similar levels of anxiety, and nervousness, I wasn’t crazy (at least not in regards to this!).
Thursday morning was the planned day for my c-section. Despite my doctors and I all thinking I would go early, my daughter decided she liked our plan, and stuck with the scheduled day of 8/8. I have to say I was grateful for both my doctors thinking I would go early – and my daughter sticking with the plan. I felt like I got done the various items on my to do list, but also had time for fun with my family, and took the time to do relaxing things for myself. After sleeping through the night on Wednesday (a pretty large accomplishment at the end stage of a pregnancy!), I woke up to my daughter saying at 5:45 am, “Mommy, I’m awake, come see me!” Usually I would groan at the early wake up…on this morning, it felt right to have some snuggle time with my soon to be middle-child.
My husband and I prepared breakfast, and the four of us sat down, and talked about the day ahead. We explained who would be staying at the house with the kids, when they would come to the hospital to meet their newest sibling, and of course, we talked about all the fun that would be happening in the months ahead! After bringing the kids to school, we came home, ensured our bags were properly packed, looked at pictures of our two kids when they were born, took some last-minute pregnancy pictures, and got ready to head to the hospital. It was a fairly normal morning, and I kept looking at my stomach, and feeling completely odd that in just a few hours, I would be holding my baby.
Last look at the belly!
Arriving at the hospital, I was a jumble of emotions. Were we really ready for this? Could one ever really be ready? How could I make sure that this experience was the best one…it was certainly going to be my last time going through a child delivery! I talked to the nurses, and told them my fears. I talked to my doctors. I talked to the anesthesiologist. I might have talked to the person who was cleaning the floors of the room…but it worked. The anesthesiologist talked me through the process. The nurses gave me the words of encouragement that I needed. My doctor who I have been with for years gave me a squeeze of my hand, and told me he was going to give me another perfect child. My fears subsided, and when I felt them rising back up, I closed my eyes, and pictured myself paddling my family of five in a canoe, around the lake that my family vacationed all my life (yes, I know how to paddle a canoe!). It has always been my “happy place” – not only one filled with a million happy memories from childhood, but also the place where I was engaged.
It all worked wonders, and a short while later, I heard the doctors tell my husband to tell me what we had…when he said “Dana, it’s a GIRL!” – I was shocked, because I could have sworn I was having a boy! I started crying, because it felt so right that SHE was here. We named her the name I have dreamed of naming a little girl since I was a little girl, and we were ready for the next step in our adventure.
The next couple days were a blur and I think they will be for a while. My children are overwhelmed with excitement over their little sister. They can’t stop kissing her, asking to hold her, or wanting to be near here. Last night at bed time, my son told me that him and his sister made a deal. In the middle of the night, he would wake her up, and together they would climb into the baby’s crib, and bring her into his bed, and they would have a “sibling sleepover” – and they would do that every night because they loved each other so much. After a long discussion on why that was a pretty bad idea, and placing booby traps by her door last night, I went to bed a very grateful person last night.
Thank you all for following in my pregnancy adventure the last several months. I can’t promise how my posting schedule will be (although I am more inspired with post ideas than ever!)…but I will do my best. For now though, I will be getting all the newborn snuggles that I can possibly get…
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