Chocolate macaroons were one of the first recipes that I learned to make. Not the pillowy meringue kind from France but the humble, chocolate sticky kind that require little planning and only some patience while you wait for them to harden in the refrigerator. The kind where you scrap the pot with a wooden spoon to get that last bit of chocolatey sauce. The kind that if left in a warm spot, become a gooey mess and you’ll probably still eat them! Years ago, I started added Cadbury mini eggs (no other brand will suffice) to them at Easter and wham! They are an Easter classic at my house. The children love them and they also satisfy Easter cravings for those who are gluten-free.Read More
The beginning of a pregnancy leaves me rather lifeless. I find it difficult to accept that I must slow down because my body is making a baby (can’t I just power through it?) The sickness, lack of energy and general fogginess affect everything. Joys such as reading, baking, drinking coffee and playing ring-around-the-rosie with the kids make my eyes bulge in terror. I know these activities will make me feel worse than I am already feeling (and I’m barely making it through a day). In times of weakness, I wish desperately for these feelings to let up for an hour to give me a breather.
But then, unexpectedly, the sickness does all end. I wake up and feel somewhat normal around 17 weeks. My energy and zest for life return. It’s been like that for all 3 pregnancies. Sure, I still have significant food aversions and certain smells can just throw me off but otherwise, I start my regular routine again albeit, being slightly forgetful and less graceful.
Now that I am 27 weeks along, I am keenly aware of how fast time goes by and I wish for the opposite. Time needs to slow down. I’m not ready yet. I still need to spend more time snuggling my girls, listening to their stories and watching them dance. There is an urge to capture every moment with my camera or iPhone and to write down every word said. What if I forget? I’ve noticed recently that the kids start to pose as soon as I pull out my phone. My oldest has asked me to take photos of her several times and then immediately asks to see them. I am keenly aware that this habit is becoming part of their routine and it kind of bothers me. Not every moment needs to be photographed (something I need to remind myself of constantly). Cameras, and mobile phone, tend to take people out of the moment. To ruin the moment in some circumstances. I cringe when kids are happily playing and an adult pulls out his or her phone and ask them to “look at the camera and smile.”