Our Home in Indiana
Enjoying I’m back on board the meal planning train, after several interruptions, and looking forward to salad season! I had a good routine going with meal planning and grocery shopping that was interrupted last spring when early pregnancy nausea made pretty much everything unappealing. By fall, the kiddos had a…
I love the start of a new year…. a fresh look on all the goals, projects and lists that grew wearisome as the previous year comes to an end. Something about the mere turn of a page in the calendar, and change of a single digit, gives everything a shiny…
Reagan is my second “holiday baby” (born during the season of Thanksgiving and Christmas) and there really isn’t a better time of year to have a newborn. Work and school schedules tend to be winding down as the year comes to a close, family and friends are gathering near, and…
Reading: More of my favorite: Grace Livingston Hill, currently Bright Arrows. Hopping between that and The Good Life for Less by Amy Clark Jones. I recently stumbled across Amy’s blog through yet another capsule wardrobe search, and was delighted to discover that she is local (lives in South Bend) and…
It’s been about two years since we move to Indiana and around the same time I shifted this blog from “Real Housewife of Chicago” to “The Hoosier Homemaker”, choosing the tagline “Making Indiana Home Sweet Home” to summarize my sporadic blogging moments. It still fits, but the depth of the…
When I was young (like, elementary school young), being in my thirties sound so old. Practically middle aged. Only parents are in their thirties. Being in your thirties means you’re really an ADULT. An old fuddy-duddy. Until a certain point, in your late teens maybe, when “your thirties” take on…