I’m thrilled to be partnering with Stonyfield Organic this year, a brand that not only can always be found in our refrigerator but one whose values we admire. What began as a nonprofit organic farming school in New Hampshire is now the Stonyfield company made up of hundreds of family farms. This is the first sponsored post in a series you’ll see throughout the year, combining a little Stonyfield love with the same stories and loves we already share here.
I’ve recently shared my love for the new world of grocery shopping delivery service which basically transformed my life and has already saved me hours of time and stress. But even with online grocery shopping (…and yes, I still find myself running to the store on my own), I still usually have some kind of predicament I’m trying to solve as I fill my cart. Predicaments of the past have included:
– Revamp the kids school lunches so they’ll actually eat them
– Why do we never have breakfast food?
– I’m tired of serving the same three dinners every week
…and my personal favorite:
– Buying lots of cleaning products will magically fix the mess
My latest predicament though is to solve the Moment of the Ravenous Beasts. What’s the Moment of the Ravenous Beasts, you ask? It is the segment of time between the second the dismissal bell rings and the moment we actually arrive to a source of food and, consequently, the time of day my kids are the most hungry they’ve ever been in their entire lives. Surely that sliver of time isn’t that long, you’re thinking, and waiting for food isn’t that hard to do. That’s what I thought. But the dragons in the back of the car writhing and promising that they are absolutely going to wither up and die if they don’t get something to eat right this second beg to differ. God forbid you suggest swinging by the post office real quick or, say, stopping to get gas. And if we have an after school activity? Forget about it. Death by starvation is imminent. Please tell me I am not the only mom who experiences the after school Moment of Ravenous Beasts?
So, back to my shopping cart. The latest installment of Life Made Easy by Grocery Delivery Service had me scrolling through the online aisles of our Super Target looking for sustainable snacks I can take with me when I head to car line–something that can hold the kids over for a bit if I have errands to run or we need to head to Nella’s theater class or a tutoring session without stopping at home.
Behold, the new Stonyfield Snack Pack.

They introduce a new occasion for eating yogurt, no spoons needed. And they’re snazzy–yogurt plus crunchy snack.

There’s pretzels with chocolate yogurt, graham crackers with strawberry yogurt or their two new flavors–strawberry yogurt with chocolate chip cookies, and vanilla yogurt with chocolate cookies (all of our favorite!).

The Snack Packs are super easy to pack, stay contained in the package (no car mess!) and the best part…they calm the dragons! Ravenous beasts be gone!
And they embody all the good things that make Stonyfield who they are–farm fresh ingredients without GMOs or toxic persistent pesticides. You can find Stonyfield Snack Packs at Target, Walmart and a variety of other grocery retailers.

No more snapping “Do you think I can make food magically appear?!” to the kids when they’re asking for me to deliver something NOW. The Ravenous Beast case has been closed. Moving on the next week’s cart predicament…30 minute meals so I can spend more time decorating the dollhouse.


A strange satisfaction settled in from how quickly and easily I could obtain the kind of room makeover that normally takes weeks and effort and money to obtain in my real home. I don’t have wood beams and crown molding on my own ceiling, but for the small price of $4.95 and a bloody finger from the bread knife I thought would suffice for a miter saw, I have them in my doll house.


I now see dollhouses like that kid in the Sixth Sense saw dead people. Suddenly all the design accounts I follow on Instagram look miniature. I actually zoomed in on a planter the other day, interested in adding it to the dollhouse, and got disappointed when I realized it was life size.
Of course this is appropriately timed with Marie Kondo’s rise. Everyone else is ridding their homes of unneeded clutter, and I’ve accumulated a pocket-sized telephone, a whisk for Mrs. Hedgehog’s kitchen, a cutting board the size of a thumbnail, six miniature Coke bottles, a 3-inch ukulele, a bag of popsicle sticks to make floating shelves, and an itty bitty custom kitchen on its way from Hong Kong. At least I share her rule of thumb….IT SPARKS JOY.
In the end, Nella will be handed a renovated dollhouse, and I’ll have to find a new hobby. But everybody wins.



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