It’s 6 something in the morning and I’m waiting on my coffee. Apologies for the words that come out of my mouth before I’m caffeinated. People ask me when I blog, or when I find time for this blogging thing. Well, it’s because I wake up at the butt crack of dawn, get my workout in, drink my coffee, and write a post. Allll before our sleeping beauties open their little eyes and turn into gremlins. Are they adorable, perfect, little snuggle bunnies or are they small, destructive, evil monsters? Never can tell.
I am in it to win it this year, guys. I’m kind of rocking St. Patty’s Day. Aaaand it all started with these perfect little Irish potatoes. Growing up I remember eating these throughout the whole month of March. I mean, why not. This year, I was kind of dreading making them because the classic recipe calls for a butt load of confectioner’s sugar and I wanted to keep things sugar free. Well, I kind of rolled around in bed last night doing all these what ifs in my head. I marched to the kitchen this morning on a mission. The result? YASSSS.
This was quite the day. My youngest son is 6 months and was up for an hour last night crying 🙁 I can only guess he’s teething (pretty much what I say anytime I have no idea what his deal is), but this has been a pattern for the last week.