Long time, no see, Hot Breakfast friends! Hope you had a great summer. As you may or may not have noticed, I took a nice long blogging break. If I had to sum up my summer, I’d make a play…
Over spring break, I took the boys back to Illinois to visit my mom. It’s our usual trip (without last spring’s random vomiting, fortunately), and it’s always a good time: along with my mom, we get to see my sister…
This is the third time I’m writing this post. Originally, it was about food. Pasta. “Four New Things I Made With Pasta.” Healthy things. Easy things. Things that everyone in my family ate. I was going to write about it despite…
I am so excited to have a guest poster on Hot Breakfast today! Today’s Souper Tuesday is brought to you by Eva, who has her own Souper Sunday tradition. Eva and I met studying abroad in England in 1999. That…
January 1 came and went this year without any resolutions. I don’t know if that’s the cause or just another symptom of the winter haze I’ve been in the last six weeks. Here’s what I remember: I made a quick, kid-free…
On Monday, in honor of Martin Luther King, Jr., we made “blessing bags,” plastic bags full of snacks and other supplies for people in need. Noah first made these at church camp last summer, and I thought they were a great idea. People panhandle…
I’ll just say it: I wanted to quit this blog. I haven’t written a post in almost three months. Let me revise that: I haven’t posted anything in three months. I wrote stuff here and there, but nothing that felt worth…
Last Monday started like any other day. Our alarm went off at 7:00. I woke Noah at 7:10 and sent him, eyes still half-closed, downstairs for frozen waffles. I got Rory out of his crib, changed his diaper, and watched…
During my self-imposed blogging hiatus, Pat and I went to Nashville for a weekend. It’s old news now, but I decided to write about it both to share tips with anyone considering a trip to Nashville AND to remind myself…
I was about to run my first half marathon, and the morning was not going well. My sister and I stood shivering, watching steam rise off Lake Monona, waiting in line for one last chance to pee. The temperature, 80…
