It’s not about how much money you can save for them, or what material things you can provide, its about the lasting imprint you leave on them as they grow.

The late night feedings, the messy diapers, the snotty noses, the ouchies, the smiles, laughs and first steps.. money can’t buy these memories.

“One of the most difficult things for fathers to realize… is how irreplaceable they are.”

Interesting read!

With boo boo coming fairly soon, I was reading up on lots of different articles that talk about family relationships, balance, expectations and the sort..

Came across this jewel and thought to share since it was, what I thought, a good read and insightful for those new grandparents.

What some grandparents may think are innocent actions, can actually be intrusive and demeaning.  Be careful! What you once did will not always work now and in fact may alienate you (further) from your grandchildren! Don’t do it!

Random Vent Session.

There is such a thing as consideration.

Consideration to help someone out.
Consideration to house people in your home.
Consideration to make their accommodations and comfortable as possible.
Consideration to help them take the steps in their next chapter in life…

But sometimes its SO HARD to WANT to help people when they don’t share the same considerations as their hosts.

Consideration for their schedules and time.
Consideration for their hosts putting in the effort.
Consideration to tell their hosts if plans change or schedules need to be adjusted.

What is even more frustrating is that strangers have far more consideration than the family closest to you.

Here is where I go into a full on rant, sans sugar coating.

I can’t for the life of me understand why people (and when I say people, I mean my folks) choose the hard way to do things. I want to believe that they make the decisions they do because it HAS to be done that way.. but a large part of me doubts what they decide and how they decide because the options provided to them aren’t what they wanted in the first place.

Here is what I am pondering: Let me ask you interwebs.. If you were given the option to stay in a house with a bed, room, amenities and such. Would you rather stay in that house or sleep on the floor of an empty townhome?

Here’s the nuts and bolts: The parents are trying to clean out the townhouse for rental. After moving day they were offered a place to stay. A few days before moving day, they decided to stay at said townhome and sleep on the floor because they have to “clean and fix things.” One would think that would mean a couple days.. but they are talking about more than 7 days.

Whats driving me crazy: Why would you want to sleep on the floor when there is a perfectly good bed? I was told that they don’t want to make the trip between households but the distance between the homes is only a drive of 5-7 minutes! I could understand if it was one to two days.. but for over a week? Who wants to sleep on the floor for that long? Who does that? Maybe young’uns that can fall asleep in a heap on the floor from a drunken stupor.. but we are talking about 55+ year olds! All that stress and aching bones sleeping on the floor for the simple reason (excuse I say) that they don’t want to travel back and forth between house to clean and finish up the house.. I call BS. Not to mention that plans and things are being made without considering the other parties involved… How do you ask for help, set a schedule, then up and change those plans without letting anyone know? Who wouldn’t be irritated by that? Who wouldn’t resent helping someone if they were the last to know about changes?

What I believe is really going on: I think and have always thought that there is a sense of entitlement, pride and selfishness. The idea of being in control and feeling that they are entitled to that control because they are the parents.. Its frustrating.. It puts the kids in an awkward position and leaves all of us in a haze of resentment of sorts. Not of each other but of the decisions being made and the reasons (read: excuses) given for them. Sometimes I find myself frustrated thinking – If you didn’t want to stay there, then why didn’t you say so to begin with? Is it because you can’t control the house? Because you can’t manipulate the people in it? I hope that they don’t think they can control or manipulate my household because that is NOT how it works. A guest is a guest and they should act like guests.

Just had to get my frustrations out.. I am sure I am leaving a lot out, but trust me when I say, I usually don’t get frustrated over things.. but if I do, I’m not doing it lightly.




The worst feeling.

It swallows you whole, it tears down your self worth and ruins ones ability to make decisions and feel confident with them..

It’s exhausting.. Saddening.. Depressing.

It feels like one mistake after another and even with blessings to be thankful for, it still makes me sad. Have to fight the feeling I suppose.. This too shall pass..

Hot Cakes.. MmMmm.. Hot. Cakes.

I have a love-hate relationship with sweets.. There are times I crave it.. other times the sugar rush is overwhelming and I stay away. I had heard about this place through Colossus and he suggested we try this place out since it was so popular..

Naturally I was more than happy to oblige.. My 4 month preggo belly was craving something sweet and since the fam and I would be in the area to help fundraise for a friend at a nearby bar, we decided to stop in.

Let the sugary review begin!

Ambiance: Quaint and cute. Bench style seating on the larger tables, with bar seating against the wall and some smaller 2-seater tables. Lots of merch to be found and the smell inside is intoxicating! Lots of the young prof/hipster crowd so the volume of the place was slightly on the louder side.

Staff: Quick and attentive. You order when you walk in so you have to figure out what you are getting before you seat yourself. They can get pretty busy so the servers seem slightly rushed, but still VERY helpful with their customers.

Selection: I’ve never seen chocolate/vanilla, desserts, coffee, liquers and sweet treats done in so many different ways before. They took the grilled cheese and turned it into grill chocolate sammie. YUM! Not to mention the sauce that accompanied the sammie was like liquid gold. A grilled chocolate sammie, a nutella hot cake, lemon tart and a double chocolate shake were all on my order (I swear I was sharing!) and all of it was fantastic! The ice cream that came with the hot cake – Delish!

Price: a little on the pricy side for being mostly desserts, but definitely nice as a treat every now and then 🙂 Would definitely suggest trying a hot cake and then coming back to try other concoctions that they have on their specials board.

Overall: I would come back. Fun place to go on a date or good place to visit with a bunch of friends during the summer. Be prepared to stand in line on peak hours.. Do take a hot cake home if you don’t feel like eating it there.

Get Your Hot Cakes!