There are very few traditions that we, as a family, hold dear. We are not big on holidays or doing things the same way year-in and year-out for sentimentality. But, one thing that we try to do every year, is apple picking! This draws from my childhood and the fun I remember having. Each year I try to define what I love so much about spending time in an orchard with my family, but I always fall short.

If you have never made marshmallows before, be warned…plain gelatin STINKS. It is far worse than anything I would have expected and is enough to make you nervous about the sweet little clouds you thought you were creating. But push through, it will be worth it in the end. I have made marshmallows before, so the smell was not the biggest challenge this time around. Instead, I had to overcome misleading recipes.

It’s only August, and already I am craving fall! With this in mind, we finally, finally bought some Mums for the front steps. At the end of each summer these lovely flowers start showing up at the front of every store. And every year I walk by them wanting to get some for the house. This longing continues well into fall when the supplies start to dwindle and I give up on the dream for another year.

Our latest family adventure was off to visit Grandma Debbie and go to the Zoo! Paddy loves animals and being outside, so we thought this might be a fun treat for him. Of course, the day we picked turned out to be smack dab in the middle of a high heat warning across the country. The good news is that we live in the North, so high heat for us meant 90 and not 120.

Sometimes simple weekends can be the best weekends and this was one of those weekends. Grandma offered to take Paddy for a sleepover Saturday night, so the Mister and I decided to spend a simple night in. We started off the afternoon watching Spectre. We are both huge Bond nerds, and we had not watched this newest incarnation yet. I have heard mixed reviews, but I will watch anything Bond with zero complaints.

Thirty…30…three, zero. To quote the too soon gone, Aaliyah “age ain’t nothin but a number”. But this number is so high! I have never been terribly concerned about my age. Most days it takes longer than I’d like to admit for me to remember how old I actually am at that point in time. The past year however, has seemed like a slow countdown to old age. Thirty marks the end of youth, no longer will anyone consider me young.

Hi friends! Welcome to Observant Elephant! My name is Kadi and I am turning 30! As I enter my fourth decade on this planet, I would be thrilled for you to come along with me on my journeys through mommy moments, craft endeavors, and much more. In this blog you will find a little bit of everything. From geeky wonders and crafting wizardry to family fun and tasty treats. Whatever I trip over as I make my way through this crazy little world.