Sweets Caroline

So in the past month I have officially become a mother of two.  Our beautiful baby girl is no longer a baby and will be three years old come November.  Our newest of kin is a wonderful little baby boy and is officially one month old as of today. Now this last month has been anything but easy, and equally as wonderful.  Which to anyone who doesn't have kids would never understand.  Our newest little bundle does not often cry and sleeps a lot, which we are so grateful for.  But the regressions that our girl is going through, are tough buggers to deal with.  Naps have been absolutely out of question, the sass is strong with that one...The potty training has just been forgotten, and every day we are having at least one accident, simply because she "didn't want to stop playing."  UGH! Even with these tough regressions, I cannot get over how amazing she is with her baby brother.  She loves him and thinks he is the most amazing little creature on the f...

The other morning, I made some of my most favorite little breakfast treats ever!  Popovers have always been something that reminds me of my mom's home cooking.  The way it worked in our house growing up was Mom's way or the highway.  As a single mother of two, I am always amazed of how she ever did it.  She is someone that has endless amounts of gusto and never stops.  With that being said, often times we were woken up in the morning by clanging of pots and pans coming from the kitchen and the wafting smells of coffee and whatever goodness was being made. These popovers were always a treat to be had.  The popovers would come out of the oven like magic, with their giant pockets of air just waiting for butter and some lovely fruit preserve (made by my mom), to be spread around and enjoyed. These are not a particularly difficult thing to be made, however they have been a baked item that I have always feared...apparently for no logical reason what-so-eve...