Digesting on One-sie New Life

I think I need to change the name of my blog. Or at least the catch phrase.

The name of the blog remains correct. I am a nut. Or feel like one. Or write like one. Or D. All of the above. 

I think instead of “a sprinkle of life on nutrition” it should be “A series of major life events and their relationship to food.”

Not clever enough?

Yeaaa, I agree.

But seriously, I’m on some kind of higher list that is sending life event attendances my way. Maybe that higher list is called “being a 25 year old person with a large extended family and lovely friends who seem to be on a normal course of life.”

Not short enough?

Yeaaa, I agree.

Since late August I’ve been on a rocky course of transition. I’ve been traveling a lot and making several pit stops.

·   Pit stops being 4 weddings, 2 bridal showers, 1 funeral, 1 bachelorette party, 1 baby shower, 1 decline of a baby shower, a partridge and a pear tree.

There have been some ups. Some downs. Some slow moving times. Some realizations that this life is fluid. And some time to digest on all of these thoughts.

So while digesting, I pit stopped at my dietitian friend Brandi Breden’s house to celebrate the arrival of a whole new life course for her, her husband and their future baby. That…, or she had some slow moving “tract” of her own. Specifically in the GI department. Because it looked like she swallowed a basketball!

Guests were to make the mom-to-be a onesie. And in the honor of her new track and the arrival of Baby Drew Breden, I drew one out. 

Showing her that that sometimes her new life course would be made up of love. Of sweet moments with her little pumpkin. 

Sometimes a parents live-r can become a pain-cre-as and she may need to sp-leen on a good friend. 

Sometimes she might feel like there are so many little bits and pieces to keep on tract. And even when everything can be progressing normally, it might all come out like … well, that’s what daddies are for. 

To help.

Pick up the pieces.

Clean up the mess.

Hold mommy.

Because mommy is tired. From holding for 9 months.

We could all do with a little support.

When embarking on tracks that twist and turn and make the pit of your belly feel out of control. So we pit stop. And we help celebrate and support people who are moving down their course. We provide onesies big network of support.