Sometimes Weird, Green Poop is Just Weird. Green. Poop.

In our wonderful world of sharing today, information is literally at our very fingertips at every moment of the day. From connecting with other people, whether neighbors or across the globe, to Googling questions or asking Siri for answers, we truly do live in a world of infinite information.

No longer do you have to look up information in only Encyclopedias (like I loved doing when I was a kid); noooo, now on your quest for parenting answers, you have 14,800,000 Google results for “baby bedtime,” 3,040,000 hits for “baby bedtime books,” and hundreds of local to international Facebook parenting groups to join, asking for advice. What could be better than this, am I right?

No, I am not right. Because just like I get overwhelmed when a restaurant menu has too many items to choose from, the age of information can be exponentially more overwhelming than my epic diner decision to choose a Reuben or waffle (which, let me tell you, if often a painstaking verdict).

I’m a Mom with a Clean House – And That’s Okay

“Hi, my name is Lindsay, and I’m a mom with a clean house.”

*Cue irritated glares.*

Okay, okay, hear me out.  The thing is, during my first pregnancy and once I had my daughter, I read all the posts out there in Mommy Facebook groups, I read all the new momma blog posts I could get my hands on, and there was always a resounding theme – let the housework go, let the laundry pile up, feel lucky if you shower once a week. First, let me say that if that helps you, I am totally okay with that! I am on board and support any way that any parent survives and thrives. We’re all different, and that’s okay. My favorite speech teacher used to say a quote that has always stuck with me: different doesn’t mean better or worse, it just means different.


Healthier Homestyle Pasta and Meatballs

For some reason in my pregnancies, I don’t like the term “pregnancy cravings,” either because it makes me feel like an uncontrollable animal or because I tend to have these “cravings” at all times in my life, so nothing about pregnancy makes them special.

Basically what happens to me is I get an idea of something I want to eat, and I pretty much cannot rest until I make it happen (and by “I” I mean my husband, who has been known to get me Captain Crunch at 10 p.m. or who makes me Gingersnap cookies from scratch after checking that 3 stores don’t carry the pre-made mix).

But I digress. I had one of these strong food preferences last night when I decided to make a lightened version of a homestyle family favorite – pasta and meatballs.