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Tonight’s dinner! Every time I make these Thai style turkey wraps for friends, I get asked for the recipe, so here it is (adapted from an Ed’s Biggest Loser recipe). Probably the healthiest recipe ever and still delish. Ingredients 1 package ground turkey (I get the leanest stuff available) 1 head of living butter lettuce 1 carrot, peeled and grated 2 cloves garlic, chopped 1 Tbsp. fresh ginger, minced juice of four limes 1/2 bunch cilantro, chopped 1 bunch green onions, chopped 2 Tbsp. low sodium soy sauce splash of sesame oil... Read The Rest →
Had a couple hours and some chalkboard paint on our hands, so Hubbs gave this guy a makeover: Now that you know this week’s dinner menu, you’re totes welcome to join us. Especially if you have serious chalk skills, like this guy from Astor House:
Our day starts at 5am. I’ve been ordered not to eat or drink for eight hours prior to surgery – not an easy ask for a very pregnant wanna-be foodie. Ryan wakes early to prepare his most acclaimed dish: French toast. For a boy raised on yogurt nights and take-out, French toast is as gourmet as his cooking gets, but it’s legit. I savor the last few bites, not knowing when I’ll eat again, then take my time getting ready. How do you get ready to become a parent? Sure,... Read The Rest →
Most days, when I’m not doing laundry, changing diapers, or trying to squeeze in a shower, I just lie next to you in our comfy bed while you sleep. I watch your chest rise and fall, rise and fall, rise and fall. Still breathing. You furrow your brows, stretch out a wrinkled arm, then smile and relax. I wonder what kind of dreams such a new life can have. Dreams of heaven maybe. I can’t describe what your existence has done to us, but feels a bit like every dream... Read The Rest →
With the arrival of baby Hubs fast approaching, a glimpse into his new bachelor pad: BEFORE: AFTER:
Today, Ryan gets up at 6:30. I hear his alarm, but I have no intention of waking. I roll over and let it fade into the back of my consciousness. I barely feel his lips brush my forehead, but it makes me smile. He sits there for a moment, then sets off down the hall to get ready for work. My face hasn’t seen a lick of makeup in 48 hours, my nose is rubbed raw from a steady barrage of tissues – a futile attempt at combating seasonal allergies,... Read The Rest →
Ryan and I house-hunted for MONTHS, and made offers on half a dozen properties before finally snagging our home. Built in 1947 with the same owner since 1954, outdated took on new meaning. I’m happy to say the shag carpet and JCPenny drapes met their match and are now peacefully resting in the junkyard in the sky. (Actually, we recycled them. We’re so GREEN!) It’s still very much a work in progress, and nothing compares to the bathroom nightmare, but here are a few before and after shots:
As we sleepily pulled out of the driveway this morning – me in my pajamas and Ryan in his preppy professor duds, we discovered a slew of packages littering our front walk from the street clear up to the porch. We stopped the car to discover the most thoughtful Valentine’s Day surprise. A dozen friends from across the country each sent little Hudson James their favorite childhood books with personal inscriptions from the sender.
The past several months have been a whirlwind of change for the Hubbell fam, not the least of which being our hallway bathroom. We tackled it immediately after moving in, because well…see for yourself: More before and after posts on their way!
This weekend marked our first of two baby showers. Ryan and I recently learned of a pregnancy complication that has thrown me (and my hormones) for a loop, so this shower provided a much-needed diversion. Never have I felt so overwhelmed with love from so many people. From Mrs. Grabe who spent countless hours preparing every detail, to Lori Hall who hunted down the very cake Ryan and I devoured at our wedding, to Mary Dixon who handmade the sweetest cardigan and storybook banner. If that weren’t enough, to my... Read The Rest →
Around 23 weeks, the Christmas cookies, Honey-baked ham, and homemade pumpkin pie all caught up with the little guy. His new year’s resolution was to gain more weight, and I’d say he’s well on his way.
Last night, your dad and I could barely fall asleep. Knowing we would SEE you for the first time…suddenly, the restless sleep, morning all-day sickness, peeing every half hour; it all felt 1000% worth it. It’s one thing to see a barely-there line on a dollar store pregnancy test, but to see you living and growing and MOVING? Surreal. So, this is it. This is where you’ll be living and growing and moving for the next seven months. Your new digs are roughly the size of a grapefruit. Spacious, I... Read The Rest →