Evolved Mommy - Page 20 of 52 - Family tech / gadget tips, blogging hacks and a little nonsense
Guest post by Lyndi Fultz, nwafoodie
I know you are busy right now so I will make this brief. Face it, you are going to have unexpected company soon and will most likely have to throw something together for a potluck/finger food/drop-in event. Don’t worry because I’ve got you covered. All you really need are ten ingredients waiting in your pantry or refrigerator that will make four instant appetizers.
Steve and I were headed to my parents’ lake house in Scott, AR, on Christmas day 2007. The lake may seem like an odd choice for holiday festivities, but it truly is gorgeous. And my dad is the Clark Griswold of dock lights. Well… if Clark only had one strand of those big colorful lights and an oversized faded red bow.
What’s the “hot” new toy this year? What is the “Tickle Me Elmo” of 2012? Who knows? That sort of toy desire or Elmo-envy has fallen off sharply every year. In fact, this year most of the people that you ask couldn’t tell you. Heck, I don’t know, and we have a three year old. I do know what she wants, and if you watch any children’s programming you know that the marketers of Pop the Pig, Dream Lights and Stompeez have done their homework on how to market to kids.
CONGRATS Shannon B.! You won this giveaway. Check your email.
If you didn’t win this one be sure to enter the next giveaway (for A FitBit Ultra) here.
A couple years ago Tori Spelling had this fabulous baby shower that I was not invited to, but read about in People or In Style or some such guilty pleasure favorite magazine of mine, where she was given Piggy Paint.
Check your email Keisha. You have 24 hours to reply with your mailing address. Then we’ll send that Country Outfitter gift card out right away.
Thanks everybody for participating! This was one of my most favorite giveaways.
Nobody peed on my yoga mat. I haven’t even done yoga in like a month.
“Who Peed on My Yoga Mat” is the name of Lela Davidson’s new book of essays.
Her first book, “Blacklisted from the PTA” is barely a year old, and already Lela has done it again. Her stories are witty, blunt, insightful and comforting. It turns out, after reading Lela’s essays, I’m not a psycho or a failure as a parent. And I can laugh (publicly) at some of the ridiculous things I’ve done.
This Thanksgiving we got to spend quality time with both families (Steve’s and mine), which doesn’t normally happen.
We played games, ate Thanksgiving dinner (even though it did not contain officially sanctioned dishes like green bean casserole or corn), took a road trip, went to a tree farm and drank lots of coffee.