There was a thing I’ve done in the past, once Cade was born, where I’d post at least one photo a day during February. I didn’t do it last year, because, ahem, twin babies and two toddlers had me consumed with survival.
I think I’ll give it a go though. No promises I’ll make it every day, because as I look out at this month there is A LOT on our calendar. But still. I will attempt it.
Some might just be photos and a caption. Some might look more like regular posts. Time (and life) will tell.
For today, I submit this photo. My friend Carolyn and I have been trading voxes about smoothies and it’s inspired me to get back on that kick. One of the things I told her though was that I can’t drink a smoothie around here without serving it to four other people or being hounded and stalked by my children.
Today Gage and Mike shared a small amount that didn’t fit in my cup.
Shiloh stalked me (she’s my chowhound; she is always aware of what I’m eating). I finally relented at the very end of my cup.
She was a fan. (In spite of the fact that both babies cried through the entire blender cycle to make this smoothie).
This was the tail end of the frozen raspberries we had – so you know, all the little pieces of raspberry that had fallen apart and couldn’t actually be eaten, some frozen mango, a third of a banana, a tablespoon of raw, unrefined organic coconut oil (shout out to Carolyn for this idea of adding a good fat), two scoops of Tera’s Whey protein powder, a thing of whole milk baby yogurt, some almond milk, a small squeeze of local raw honey, and ice. (My smoothies are usually a smorgasbord of what sounds good at the moment. I never really follow a recipe).
(And look! You can see some of Mike’s office put back together.)
Gage asked me this afternoon, “Mama could you make me some more of that drink that I liked that was tasty?”
I told him no, but more smoothies were in his future.