He is the jam!

He (the husband) is the jam to my perfectly buttered toast. 

He is currently on my nice list. He was thoughtful enough to gift me a three month massage membership — and I’m waiting to be called back for massage #1; please note, this is my second favorite gift. 

Clearly he’s realized that it’s important for mommy to feel well (mentally and physically), in order for everyone else to be happy. 

My first favorite gift this year was having all of my family and closest friends in one place sharing drinks, love and tons of laughter. I am so thankful for the amazing people in my life. I’m even more thankful to be a wife to a phenomenal man and a mommy to three magnificent children. 

Ok, my sappy post is done. 

What was your favorite gift this holiday season? 
Xoxo,

The Momēak

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Christmas Hangover

Yes — I still have that “Christmas Hangover”. No, not from alcohol, though. You know when you’re prepping for the last month; wrapping presents, planning meals, cleaning house, watching your budget, nine hundred times a day telling your kids “you don’t want me to call Santa, do you?”, etc. THAT is the hangover I’m talking about. 

The Christmas hype has totally drained me. I’m flat exhausted; mentally and physically. 

I’m totally looking forward to a New Year! Cheers to a successful Christmas and the New Year that is almost upon us. 

Xoxo,

The Momēak 

12 is the new 22

Yeah, that’s right. Football & Espresso.

Meet Henry. He’s twelve and a half years old going on twenty-two. He plays travel baseball, shares my love of Starbucks Iced Salted Caramel Mocha Lattes, watches my kids, entertains my preposterous ideas and conversations, ensures men aren’t checking out my Mother and I while out in public and eats like he hasn’t been feed in days. Every. Single. Meal!

In fact, Henry likes to know what is for dinner before we’ve eaten breakfast. For real? I’m not even done cooking cheesy scrambled eggs and bacon and the kid is inquiring about dinner. Did you forget about lunch, buddy? Or is it just not that important to you? It’s ok, I don’t get too excited over turkey sandwiches, either.

Since when did 12 year old boys begin acting older than grown men? H likes to remind me to drive carefully and eat before enjoying a glass (ok, or three) of wine. He encourages my Mom to workout and have an awesome productive day. His humor is on our (mine and Yaya’s – side note: you’ll meet Yaya soon) level. The kid is just all around amazing. After all, he is my brother. They say give credit where credit is due. Done. I’ll take it!

I thought you should meet him, as he’ll be hanging around here quite a bit.

Xoxo,

The Momēak