Go BC!

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This weekend W and I hit the road with my parents to cheer on my alma mater, Boston College, as the football team kicked off the season.  I’ve gotta be honest, though.  There was something totally strange about pushing a stroller around the same places we used to drunkenly stumble at 5am exclaiming, “People are sugaring their Corn Flakes right now!”

True story.  That was actually said.

But seriously.  This past weekend I was that old person who brought their kid to campus.  That old person in the dining hall.  That old person in the Mods.  And then, of course, there were those moments when I felt totally out of place amidst a sea of cut-off jean shorts and crop tops (BC’s new student uniform, apparently).  Had me feeling like my distressed denim was all sorts of mom jean.  Lame.

That lady. Pushing the stroller.

But once I got over all that.  I’ve gotta say.  There was something absolutely priceless about having my little guy running through the quad, cheering Go BC!, dancing to the band while proudly wearing his new Eagles shirt as those same questionably clad co-eds smiled and cooed, “Awwwww” as he zoomed by them.

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I think they call it pride.  Yeah, that’s it.

I was proud.

Proud to be there with him and talk about where Mommy went to school.  Proud to be back on a campus that helped shape me in so many ways.  A campus where I met life-long friends.  I was proud to be an alum of BC.  And proud thinking that, one day, this precious little guy would be wearing his own Super Fan shirt.  (Thankfully I have 15 years to prepare for that milestone.  I’m still anxious about dropping him off…alone…at art class next week.)

And with that pride welling in my chest, I wanted to get a picture with the little guy in front of the Boston College sign at the entrance to campus.  Well.  Want to make a toddler laugh scream?  Tell them your plans.  And then take the photo below.

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I was still proud.  A little sweaty from the 80 degree day and the anxiety that is holding a tantruming toddler.  But proud.  Here’s to more tailgating in our future…

Proudly yours,

MomME

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Pumpkin pie, oh my!

Pumpkin pie, oh my!

It’s no secret that pumpkin pie is one of the best flavors of fall.  Not to get all mathematical on you, but its addition to the menu board is to the start of fall as “skirt day” is to the start of spring (if you went to BC, you get the reference.)  I mean, the debut of fall-flavored goodies at Starbucks is practically its own holiday, causing my Facebook feed to blow up with pictures and exclamations of joy.  So, when I was craving some homemade granola, I decided to put a fall twist on a classic Martha recipe.

Instead of using cinnamon, I used McCormick’s Pumpkin Pie Spice.  I also added raw pumpkin seeds instead of pecans, and dark chocolate chips instead of dried cherries 🙂  This is delicious as is, over yogurt, or in its own bowl with some cold milk.

As for the presentation, we’re heading to a friends this weekend so I decided to pretty-up the packaging and went with a clear treat-bag with its own heart tag.  I just cut out two hearts, adjoined at the top, and folded it over the top of the plastic bag, adhered with Zots.  I’m kind of obsessed with gold sharpies right now, thanks to my crafty sister…so, naturally, I wrote the tag with that!

Tastefully yours,

MomME