Look! Major website changes! Y’all, I have been working so hard on this. And I knew if it didn’t happen before Hunter arrives, it wasn’t going to happen any time soon.

So here are some new things you can look for:

  • optimization for iphone! and ipad! look, I’m mobile-friendly again.
  • categories! Right now there are only five. But. There will be more. This is a good starting place. (Is there one I’m missing that’s totally obvious? Let me know!)
  • all the social-media follow buttons worth following on the left (with Instagram coming back soon! I’m on instagram hold until I get my new phone next week. It hasn’t worked on my iphone in like, a year. What was my response to that: ehh. So. I’ll get it all fixed up pre-baby though!)
  • Did I mention I’m finally mobile friendly again? Because that’s going to be a big deal.
  • RSS feed is back!
  • On that note, guys. Switch to Feedly. Do it. I really cried over the whole “no more Google Reader” thing. And then I sobbed. And then I hiccuped like you do when you’ve been crying too much. And then I decided I was going to pretend it wasn’t happening because that’s a really emotionally healthy way to go through life. And then I realized it was almost May 1 and I didn’t have a solution and I don’t honestly remember half the names of the blogs I adore (I follow over 100) and then I found feedly and then last night I slept for the first time in weeks. That may or may not be related, but still, take it as an endorsement. Feedly. Be a reader refugee.

That’s a start. I’m so excited! Hooray!

A Short List of Things I Have Consumed Today

Or, Why I Fear Pregnancy Weight in the Last Eight Weeks

one large almond croissant

one large chocolate croissant

one large fruit smoothie (one banana, one siggi’s pineapple yogurt, three cranberry juice ice cubes, one cup mixed berries and I think some melon)

one mozzerella, smoked pepper and basil sandwich

another large smoothie (same as the first)

a piece of funfetti cake

and I am so hungry.

This past weekend, my friends Jenzo and Bex threw me a baby shower. It was all sorts of awesome and I’ll write about it soon (I promise). But in the mean time: look, I’m really pregnant. High-res

This past weekend, my friends Jenzo and Bex threw me a baby shower. It was all sorts of awesome and I’ll write about it soon (I promise). But in the mean time: look, I’m really pregnant.

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Most memories of my childhood have three dominant themes: the Christmas Pageant, Anne of Green Gables, and food.
My mother ran the Christmas pageant at our church for years (she revolutionized it by putting Herod in it - the perfect role for any misbehaving seven year-old boy in your midst, and let me tell you, I can guarantee you that Hunter isn’t shaping up to be the Baby Jesus but the Black Sheep and straight on to Herod - anyway Herod sneaked around the sanctuary stalking Jesus and Mary and Joseph, it was pretty hysterical) and my stepmother was as much a fan of Anne as I was the year I really, really, really wanted to die my hair red (apparently I did not learn much from Anne’s own escapade - mine wound up something close to eggplant, which I suppose is a little better than her green ‘do), so I came by those themes pretty honestly.
What I think took everyone by surprise was that I had some vague interest in food. As the kid who refused to eat breakfast, wouldn’t touch an apple that wasn’t green, and firmly believed there was something wrong with purple raisins and only golden raisins were worth eating, I can comfortably assure you that all the adults in my life thought I was on the road to a lifetime of chicken fingers.
Admittedly, I really do love chicken fingers. But I also really love Ethiopian food, bubble tea, and almost all apples, regardless of color. (But not golden delicious. Sorry, goldens. We disagree on ‘delicious.’) But somehow, one way or another, I became an eater.
A foodie.
And I want to know how.
My mother’s rules: This is dinner. This is what there is for dinner. Say thank you for dinner. And put a ma’am on the end of that sentence.
My stepmother’s rules: It’s this or yogurt.
My dad’s rules: I will make you sit at this table until you finish that glass of milk and if that means we stay here all night, that’s what it means. My dad did this with me and I will do this with you. 
And he did.  It was a very long night.
So today on Design Mom, we talk about how to raise eaters. I’ve been reading Hungry Monkey (or laughing through it, that’s a better way to describe what I’ve been doing) and I want you to weigh in with your tips, tricks, and habits: how do you get your kids to eat more than chicken fingers?
I should point that to me, chicken fingers are still their own food group. But now, so are peri peri peppers. So I guess that’s a win.