My pancake recipe is super secret! It's been passed down through generations....just kidding. Well, maybe it has been passed down through generations, but not in my family...I literally googled "best pancakes ever" about 5 years ago, and found the only recipe I had all the ingredients for, and taaaadaaaa!!!!! Best pancakes ever!!!! They turn out perfect EVERY time. 

Want to try them for yourselves? Best Pancakes EVER
 The hardest part of this recipe is melting the butter! The only change I ever make is I substitute sprinkles for white sugar. Hope you enjoy! 
This summer, we decided to take Ellie to Disney World. She was a little over 2 and a half years old, and completely in love with everything Disney. We did get the usual, "but she's not old enough to remember" comments. But as a mom, the only chance I got to see my 2 year old react to Disney World...was to take her when she was a 2 year old. 

Needless to say, we had a blast a Disney. Ellie LOVED it.... except for one part. And I tried to get over it, but she HATED the princesses. She was absolutely terrified. The very first attraction we did was Enchanted Tales with Belle (super adorable). She decided then, no more princesses. 

I should not have been the least bit surprised. Seeing Santa last year was a complete disaster, don't even think we made it into the building. 

Despite all of these things, I made an appointment this year to have professional pictures with Santa. I asked Ellie if she wanted to talk to Santa and showed her a picture, she asked, "is it just a pretend Santa?"
Not knowing what she was going for here, I answered, "he looks like a real man." Thankfully that sufficed

I am so glad, I made that appointment! Ellie LOVED Santa!!! And the pictures turned out AMAZING! ... but as far as Disney goes... I NEED A REDO! 
Here is a sneak peak of our Santa photos, by MistyKettingerPhotograpy! 
More to come closer to the holiday! 
On this day 4 years ago, one of the worse things, I ever imagined happened. Since I was a little girl I yearned for the day I would hold a sweet baby of my own in my arms. My husband and I were married on September 15, 2012, and wanted to immediately start our family. I found out I was pregnant on Halloween, less than 2 months later. 

I had some spotting the next day, and immediately called my doctor. I went into the office and was told my uterus was empty, and I was "just having a miscarriage, but it was fine, because I got pregnant quickly, so I'll be able to get pregnant again soon." I had a gut feeling that wasn't the case, and thankfully, my amazing nurse Kristen listened. The spotting stopped and, and she recommended I have some labs drawn every other day for a week. I was still pregnant, and my levels were increasing as expected. I scheduled my 8 week ultrasound for the following week.  
The day before the ultrasound, I woke up to more blood (tmi...I know). I knew something wasn't right. I called Kristen, and she told me to come right in. I vaguely remember having the ultrasound done. Then sitting in the doctor's office next to his desk. He asked me if I'd ever had surgery. I said no. He hands me a pamphlet titles "Laparoscopic Surgery", and as the dots begin to connect in my brain, I say, probably a little too loudly through my tears, "I'M A NURSE!" 

I drove myself to the hospital, calling my husband first who is working 2 hours away, and then my mom...who didn't even know I was pregnant at all." I was pregnant, but it was an ectopic pregnancy The baby had been growing, just in my left fallopian tube, and not inside my uterus where it belonged. I was devastated to say the least. This was not how it was suppose to go.  Instead of seeing my baby's heartbeat for the first time, I was having that baby cut out of my stomach. 

Since my surgery was so late in the evening the doctor had me spend the night in the hospital. Usually such "routine" surgeries, do not require a hospital stay. At about 2 am, I was awake watching "Brave" on my tablet, and still crying of course. The nurse came in to check on me, and told me, "I hope you find the help that you need, I don't want to see you at my other job." She also worked at a behavioral health facility. So I knew I needed to get over myself. 

In the morning the doctor that did my surgery came in to see me before I was discharged. Before he left he said, "I promise you, you will have a baby in 2013." I remember thinking, this man is crazy. I'm in the healthcare field, and making promises like that is just INSANE. 

Fortunately, he was right. Less than a year later I welcomed my rainbow baby into this world. And I couldn't imagine my life without her.

I know I'm not the only one.

I didn't plan on having popcorn for dinner. I planned on delicious homemade beef and broccoli stir fry. I found the recipe on I washed my broccoli, and mixed all the sauces. I opened what I thought was perfectly sliced beef to start the cooking process... but instead it was slivers of meat that resembled liver dumplings (local dish that people rave over...personally, i'm not a fan.) 

I continued on anyway. It doesn't matter what it looks like. But turns out the texture was just as horrid as it's appearance. Thankfully Darick was teaching a CPR class and missed out on this dinner disaster. Ellie and I both had a few pieces of broccoli before I dumped the entire thing into the trash....and turned on the popcorn machine.

So instead of delicious beef and broccoli stir fry, we had popcorn, complete with a sprinkle of M&Ms (you should totally try this!) , on the couch, while watching Beauty and the Beast. 

And I don't feel a bit bad about it....I don't think Ellie minded much either!




Today I created a blog.

I have been thinking about it for awhile…I’m not really the “blogging” type…is there a blogging type? If there is, I didn’t think it was me. I had a Xanga when I was 20…that’s pretty much the closest I’ve ever come to creating a blog.

I didn’t wake up today and think, “Today is the day. I’m going to start my blog”… I woke up to my three year old whispering in my ear, “I, toooooooo hungry.” What would you like for breakfast? “PANCAKES!”

She asked for pancakes EVERY morning, but I’m off work today, so pancakes it is. And of course “I help you” over and over and over until she’s sitting on the counter, pink spatula in hand ready to mix it up. I have an amazing made from scratch pancake recipe I found on the internet YEARS ago. I’ll have to search for the original! So I pull it from the recipe box, even though I know it by heart, and start gathering the ingredients.

Except this morning as Ellie was stirring the flour frantically, and I added the third teaspoon of baking soda, it hit me. The recipe doesn’t call for baking soda, but instead baking powder….honest mistake. Super easy to start over, but my tired brain thought…it won’t make a difference. So I continued and added the baking powder, too, made all the pancakes, and made Ellie’s plate. She excitedly sat at her Little Tykes table next to our couch, took one bite and “These pancakes are YUCKY!”

I should have started over 10 steps ago. Thankfully she agreed peanut butter toast would be sufficient. Now I have double breakfast mess to clean up, including peanut butter on my living room carpet. And like so many moms in the world, I feel slightly defeated. I’m left standing in the kitchen surrounded by dirty dishes and dog hair gathering in the corners. I take a little advice from Daniel Tiger and Elsa. And take a deep breath, count to four, and let it go. And start cleaning…and while I feel so alone in this moment, I know I’m not the only one.

I hope you can relate to my partial insanity in these moments and find comfort in the fact, that you are not alone!