Ok, I’m one of those people that signs up for subscription services and enjoy it for a few months and then so desperately want it to stop but it’s impossible to make it stop. Jaryd hates this little habit of mine. BUT! The fun part is, you get happy mail, and you never know what it will be. And when it’s fun it fun.
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.