Do Kindness, Recklessly. @lexienoelleundem
October first hits and something shifts in this house. Shane drags the bin of fall decorations out of the garage so I can drink coffee and decorate. Carolynn starts begging for pumpkin everything. Camden toddles around saying “boo” at literally anything, including the dog, the mailbox, and a sock on
Halloween is my favorite time of year to get the kids in the kitchen, mostly because there’s zero pressure. Nobody’s judging a lopsided ghost or a slightly melty mummy. It’s spooky season, which means the messier and more chaotic it looks, the better. And honestly? That’s my kind of cooking
If you have a Traeger sitting in your backyard and you are not making smoked peach salsa with it this summer, I am genuinely concerned for you. Like, are you okay? Because this recipe is the kind of thing that makes you want to text everyone you know and say
Halloween crafts sound magical in theory. In practice? You’re scraping dried glitter glue off the kitchen table at 10pm while your kid has already moved on and forgotten the whole thing existed. I love doing crafts with my kids, but I’ve learned the hard way that “fun” and “worth the
Halloween is supposed to be fun. The costumes, the excitement, the candy, it’s genuinely one of the best nights of the year for kids. But when you’ve got a little one with food allergies, it can feel like you’re constantly playing defense. Scanning ingredient labels at the grocery store, worrying
So I finally did something just for fun. No meal prep, no allergy label reading, no negotiating screen time with a six-year-old who has the negotiation skills of a tiny lawyer. I had some of my sisters over for a craft weekend, and we spent the day making polymer clay
There is something about Halloween cookies that just gets me. Maybe it’s the googly eyes. Maybe it’s the fact that my kids will eat anything if I put a spider on it. Whatever the reason, this time of year I lean hard into festive baking, and I’m always hunting for recipes that
These easy weeknight dinners for families were basically born out of survival mode. I am not exaggerating when I say that 5 o’clock used to feel like a full-on panic attack in my kitchen. Shane gets home tired, Carolynn is bouncing off the walls and asking for snacks every thirty