emmysnacks

I live in southern New Hampshire with my husband, 2 year old son and 4 year old bulldog. I'm trying to find my way while doing the stay at home mom thing..

I like cooking, wine and reading. I'm always on the look out for new recipes and books to read.

How to run a race that you’re completely unprepared for:

therunningfox:

1. Look cute (neon colors are best)
2. Eat like 2 bunches of bananas before (trust me)
3. Run like the beautiful gazelle that you are
4. Yell “YIPPEE KI YAY MOTHERFUCKERS” as you cross the finish line

This works guys I am professional runner

Advice I’ll need in 5 weeks when I run my first 1/2 marathon.

(via reachyourpeak)

Wishing we were still at Grandpa’s lake house.

Cam sleeps so much better there. Like so, so, so much better. For some reason he’s still waking up a couple times a night and yelling for me to “see him” or cover him up. If I ignore him, he’ll get out of bed and start screaming and smashing his head into the door. Awesome. If I run right in, I need to stay a few minutes until he’s asleep again, and then sneak out, praying the whole time that a my knees cracking or the door squeaking won’t wake him up again. 


He sleeps with me when we go visit my parents, and sleeps through the night every time. He might mumble Mama at some point, and I’ll say “I’m right here”, pat him, and he’ll roll over and go right back to sleep. He also slept until 8am both days we were at the lake house, but has been up this morning since 6. Ugh. 


Sorry dude, as much as you want it, we’re not co sleeping at home.

Wishing we were still at Grandpa’s lake house.

Cam sleeps so much better there. Like so, so, so much better. For some reason he’s still waking up a couple times a night and yelling for me to “see him” or cover him up. If I ignore him, he’ll get out of bed and start screaming and smashing his head into the door. Awesome. If I run right in, I need to stay a few minutes until he’s asleep again, and then sneak out, praying the whole time that a my knees cracking or the door squeaking won’t wake him up again. He sleeps with me when we go visit my parents, and sleeps through the night every time. He might mumble Mama at some point, and I’ll say “I’m right here”, pat him, and he’ll roll over and go right back to sleep. He also slept until 8am both days we were at the lake house, but has been up this morning since 6. Ugh. Sorry dude, as much as you want it, we’re not co sleeping at home.

Is my tooth going to turn black and fall out?

Cam and I were FaceTiming Matt last night before bed, when Cam suddenly threw his head back hard, and hit me square in the tooth. Cam starts crying, but was easily distracted and was them fine. My tooth on the other hand, has been KILLING ME all night long. Throbbing and keeping me up all night kind of pain.

Does anyone have a cute story about your tooth hurting, but then feeling better in a few days? Ha, ha, ha… Everything’s fine now? Please tell me I don’t need to go to the dentist immediately. We just got to my parents lake house and I don’t feel like going to some random dentist in Maine.

thedaddycomplex:

I know you’re freaking out.
You have this baby that needs you to survive. YOU. And you don’t know if you have the ability to help this little one grow into a functional human being. Though you’ve been through rough stuff before, you now have an actual life to care for—a delicate, innocent life. But, see, here’s the thing…
You can do it.
Not only can you do it, you will. You’ll kick ass at it. Like, major ass. You might not feel like it as it’s happening, but you will.
You’ll trust you instincts, you’ll reach out for help when you need it, you’ll take time for yourself every so often, you’ll forgive yourself for getting mad or depressed and you’ll allow yourself to celebrate your victories, no matter how insignificant they seem.
You are a parent. You are not perfect, but your baby doesn’t need perfect. Your baby needs you. Flaws, quirks and all.
And the one thing, the most important thing, you can offer that baby is love. You honestly don’t need to know anything else because your love will lead you to the answers you seek. It will be the divining rod that points the way as you help this baby—your baby—grow.
So, chin up. Trust yourself. You’ve got this, okay?
You’ve got this.
(image via)

thedaddycomplex:

I know you’re freaking out.

You have this baby that needs you to survive. YOU. And you don’t know if you have the ability to help this little one grow into a functional human being. Though you’ve been through rough stuff before, you now have an actual life to care for—a delicate, innocent life. But, see, here’s the thing…

You can do it.

Not only can you do it, you will. You’ll kick ass at it. Like, major ass. You might not feel like it as it’s happening, but you will.

You’ll trust you instincts, you’ll reach out for help when you need it, you’ll take time for yourself every so often, you’ll forgive yourself for getting mad or depressed and you’ll allow yourself to celebrate your victories, no matter how insignificant they seem.

You are a parent. You are not perfect, but your baby doesn’t need perfect. Your baby needs you. Flaws, quirks and all.

And the one thing, the most important thing, you can offer that baby is love. You honestly don’t need to know anything else because your love will lead you to the answers you seek. It will be the divining rod that points the way as you help this baby—your baby—grow.

So, chin up. Trust yourself. You’ve got this, okay?

You’ve got this.

(image via)

Everybody toots.

Everybody toots.

(Source: charlottescomicsclub)

"Mama, I’d like to watch a show."

Dude, it’s 5:18am, the only thing you should be watching for the next 2 hours is the back of your eyelids.

Spend your free time the way you like, not the way you think you’re supposed to. Stay home on New Year’s Eve if that’s what makes you happy. Skip the committee meeting. Cross the street to avoid making aimless chitchat with random acquaintances. Read. Cook. Run. Write a story. Susan Cain, Quiet: The Power of Introverts in a World That Can’t Stop Talking (via 27sailors)

(Source: technojournee, via cats-books-donuts)