Bub Duds

Bub duds? Wtf is that?!

Bub duds are what I like to call the pregnancy wardrobe. I don’t believe in shopping at overpriced maternity stores. It’s expensive, unnecessary and impractical. (personal opinion, don’t send out a hit just yet) My frugal self just can’t get into buying a whole new, belly fitting wardrobe that, let’s be honest, no one’s going to wear post pregnancy! With the exception of those unforgiving droopy months following Jr’s arrival, it’s just not happening.

So how do you get around this seasons favorites that simply will NOT fit around a rapidly expanding middle? With a sharp eye and some creative thinking, it’s easier than you think! Tip number one. Think long. Long tanks will be your best friend no matter what season. So do yourself a favor and stay away from anything that doesn’t at least come to about your hips. As cute as that tummy may be, no one wants to look like a busted can of biscuits with their stuff hanging out all over the place. ( Hello “people of Walmart” Never heard of it? google it, you can thank me later)

Tip two, jersey dresses worn as tops. These little gems are a godsend. They cover all the bits and because of their length, they do that cute little ruching thing we all love 😉

Tip number three, my favorite thing in the world, the maxi dress. No explanation needed, just buy one…Or 20. No joke. Another helpful hint, if you’re like me and feel like a roly poly blob half the time Seek out cover ups or shrugs, whatever you want to call them. I have a ton of these and I’m always buying more. They’re just so cheap and come in every colour, sleeve length and material you could imagine.

That being said, there are a few things a blossoming gal can only buy at a maternity store. Jeans for one. They have that incredibly sexy, stretchy waist thing going on that’s supposed to magically hold up your pants…They totally don’t. Half the time I end up doing this but tucked in, wiggle dance to get them back up to their proper resting place. Not attractive. Speaking of unattractive! Did you know they have these fancy little suspender things that clip to your bra/pants to keep them put?! How else can we make pregnant women feel hot and totally not awkward…Back to jeans! Get yourself one or two pairs, ( or more depending on the season) but don’t go overboard! Leggings are cheap, everywhere and oh so comfy….
I also did the whole hair tie through the button-hole thing so my fave skinny’s could stay with me a little longer 😉

Another good investment if you’re on a tight budget and want your everyday shirts to carry you farther, are belly bands. (Prevents the busted can O’ biscuits look) These can also be made easily with some cheap jersey material and a sewing machine. That is if you know how to use one…I don’t, so I hit up my sew-savvy friend for all my stitching needs 😉

 

Miss K ❤

The Man Boy

Today is all about the man boy, ie my husband.

This incredible gent goes by many names. Daddy, jungle gym, garbage taker outer, dog landmine/poop picker upper, BBQ’er, maker of perfect poached eggs…. There’s more, those are just the ones that came to mind 😉

He really is a useful guy. That is until dinner time. The man, much to my dismay, is clueless in the kitchen. He’s pretty good at breakfast (perfectly poached people!) and makes a mean PB & J, but that is about as far a his culinary skills go. I’ve tried teaching him, believe me I have. He can now peel a potato at the speed of light-blue paint drying…Needless to say the apron strings are firmly triple knotted around my waist in this house.

There are days I wish he would stay out of the kitchen all together. Like when his brain malfunctions and he lacks the ability to close a cupboard…or a drawer…What the funk is up with that?! Or how about when he makes his signature dish of PB & J and leaves the peanut butter and jam, open on the counter, bread bag, also left open on said counter and! The icing on the cake, a sticky goopy knife left on the edge of the sink “in case” he wants another one….there has never been another one ladies and gents…

Tracking this male beastie is never a difficult task. He leaves other careless signs around the house like, leaving refrigerated products out on the counter or big ole’ stanky work boots smack dab in the middle of the living room! He also has this incredible super power that enables him to leave a trail of destruction in his wake. Seriously! It’s incredible!
This amazing phenomenon is something that you have to really watch closely to observe. It happens so subtly that unless one studies the individual, you will miss the chance and once again be left stammering in confusion.
You see, wherever My Houdini husband goes in the house, a mysterious trail of…stuff seems to follow. Going back to the brain malfunction….

My man boy has this switch in his manly man brain that goes off when the rest of the world would normally complete a task. I am convinced he is missing something….It really is neat to watch! I imagine the thought process goes something like this…” Hey guy, we’re hungry! I think you should use those handy hands of yours and go make us a sammich…Smother that mother with that peanutty butter yea….now the jam. Ya that’s right, that’s a good lookin sammich guy… Oh ya…so good….Now walk away, walk away and eat that sammich. Taste it, chew it, love it…..” And that’s about it! Sometimes I imagine him pleading my case and defending my sanity…On second thought, that would probably cause some sort of explosion.

Brain glitches aside, my guy is a really great guy. He’s sweet and loving and full of totally necessary compliments 😉 He’s a doting and devoted father to our wee beauty. ( Soon to be plural )

He may have a few quirks but honestly, who doesn’t I am most definitely not perfect depending on who you’re talking to….I kid! The fact of the matter is, I love the big beasty and wouldn’t trade him for Gerard Butler…Well, I probably wouldn’t….

Miss K ❤

 

photo’s by https://www.facebook.com/pages/Rebecca-Cream-Photography/188181621217957

 

Project Pancake

What is the easiest, most deliciously customizable breakfast food? Pancakes!

Appley, custardy goodness…

Lemon poppyseed with blueberry syrup

sweet mini german pancakes

Potato with cilantro lime cream sauce

Better for you buckwheat banana

I’ve always loved the fluffy taste and texture of pancakes, but having them included as one of my many pregnancy cravings? Well….we just took it to a whole new level.

Gone are the days of flavorless, just add water boxed mixes and thick yucky fake syrup! I now have a cupboard full of ingredients for just about any kind of pancake imaginable. It’s become a kind of edible hobby I guess.

What began as a craving has evolved into a driving need to try every flippin flap jack ever created! And then some….

You see folks, after wanting, eating and dreaming about pancakes as much as I did, the standard recipe just didn’t cut it anymore. I needed new! I wanted different! I longed for the thrill of that first, mouth-watering bite of a fantastic new recipe….Enter project pancake.

Since my need for this glorious breakfast food seemed to be insatiable I needed to change things up a bit…A lot…ok like everyday I know I know, “the calories! The carbs!” Trust me I thought about it… Ok! It was more of a fleeting consideration that left my drooling brain faster than it popped in there! But we’re not talking about my will power or lack thereof! Back to the carbo loaded point.

I made it a rule that I could not and would not make the same kind of pancake twice. Unless of course It was crazy good. In that case going back for seconds is totally allowed 😉

If you are looking for a way to get creative with your brekkie in an easy, cheap and uncomplicated way. Pancakes are your bag baby. I’m still so in love with them, I just might give them their very own weekly slot complete with recipe…

Sigh….Now I want pancakes…what else is new

 

Miss K ❤

How to look fabulous in pictures? Make friends with a photographer, I highly recommend it…

photo by Rebecca Cream Photography

photo by Rebecca Cream Photography

photo by Rebecca Cream Photography

photo by love and anchor cinematography

photo by love and anchor cinematography

photo by love & anchor cinematography

I was the girl who hid from the camera.

There is a very large un-photographed gap in my life from about age 12 to about 22. I regret not being able to see those years in pictures. I was so convinced that I was the single most un-photogenic person on the planet. My face was to round, my hair wasn’t right, “I look fat in that one.” Ugh….When I think about all the pictures I either tore to shreds or deleted…

Why don’t we realize that while we are so busy being hard on our selves, we look perfectly fine and exactly the same to everyone else!

My ah ha moment hit me while crowded around my camera with my younger sister. We were going through the previous nights less sober shots and came across a really cute one of the two of us. My first thought was frame it! She had other ideas…

“Ew look at my arms! They look huge!”

Sister say what?! I stared at the picture and couldn’t see these gigantic arms she spoke of. Granted my eyesight is just about as good as a mole on a sunny day…I shit you not. I’ve been caught doing that squinty, nose wrinkle, upper lip curl thing while trying to spot the dude across the bar a girlfriend is slyly checking out. She’s all calm and suave and I’m just:

“Huh!? Wha guy?I don’t see a guy!”

Smooth…..

Anyways, back on track! So After explaining to my very thin and gorgeous sister that she didn’t look anything other than beautiful and her not getting it, I came to a long overdue conclusion. Ladies, we are entirely too hard on ourselves! Where did this come from? How does it start? Is it something we’re taught as young girls? That to believe in our own beauty, we need to look a certain way? I call shenanigans!! No I’m not thin, I’m curvy! I have large features but I think it gives my face character. My hair has been returned to its natural colour. ( I will totally admit this is due to laziness and nothing else) My body may not be what today’s society deems perfect, but it’s the only one I’ve got and therefore I love it! I have even learned to love my stupid, mismatched, one, a whole size bigger than the other, feet! Now that’s love people!

Another helpful trick to my love for all things me, (photo’s included!) Is that I am the proud owner of a new friend who just happens to be a photographer 😀

I had my first experience with my very own paparazzi for our wedding this past December. As awkward as it was at first, it turned out to be really fun! We had two amazing photographer/videographers which helped put us at ease and ended up with some incredible shots. The best part? I love them! I felt so beautiful flipping through them I almost cried! And then along came “Pacca”… (That’s what my girl calls her) This is a gal who just loves to take pictures. Almost every time I see her she’s snapping away at the kids and sneaking a shot in here and there. A girlfriend of mine is also pregnant and due two days after me. (Ya we like to do the horizontal mambo at the same time, what of it…) We recently hired Pacca to shoot our double, gender reveal party. She asked us not to pay her and razzed us out when we did anyway 😛 But she deserved every penny. Long story not so short, make friends with yourself, inside and out. Oh and a photographer…trust me 😉

Miss K ❤

Awake entirely to early…

Here is sit on my couch. Awake. Alone. Annoyed…

.Why then am I not blissfully slumbering in my incredibly comfortable brand new bed? Because I’m pregnant. That and my husband is snoring like a freight train, the dog has been pacing like a lion in a cage and I have had to pee oh….5 times already tonight?

Pregnancy insomnia is very foreign and confusing to me. I’ve been knocked up before! She’s 2 and also sleeping…I didn’t have this problem with her?! I was out as soon as my head hit the pillow! This time though? Good god….I can’t get comfortable on my side, I get up to pee constantly, my stomach thinks it’s one of those crying, hungry, dollar a day kids from the commercials, the fridge hums to loud, I dream to vividly….GAH! I’m only 21 weeks in and ready for it to be over already!. I’m convinced I’ll get more sleep with a newborn in the house then I do now!

I cannot understand how I can be doing the nod half way through the day, dog tired before I even get the rug monkey to bed yet I can not for the life of me fall asleep!! All I have to say is, thank god for coffee….Ya thats right, I’m pregnant and still drink coffee. I am allowed a cup a day and I make it count. The stronger the better. Sweet dark and luscious  liquid gold coffee…..mmmmmmmm…..On that note! It’s time to put on a pot 😉

Miss K ❤