My go to cookie recipe!

Good afternoon ramblers!

So a little unknown fact about me is that I absolutely love to bake! I was lucky enough that when we moved into this new place my hubby got me a kitchenaid mixer as a moving gift (husband of the year award!) I really try to limit my baking these days though because I mean who doesn’t love to eat what they bake?! So I’m a monthly baker when my monthly friend comes along (who doesn’t want chocolate during aunt flow’s visit?) I’ve tried and tried again to get a good classic chocolate chip cookie recipes down and I think I finally got it! So let’s get baking!


We’ll start with the ingredients; here’s everything you’ll need for this recipe! Also if you are in search of a new baking sheet I completely recommend NORDIC WARE……they are so amazing, so easy to clean, and nothing ever sticks!


  • 2 1/4 cup all-purpose flour
  • 1 teaspoon baking soda
  • 1/2 teaspoon salt
  • 1 cup butter, softened
  • 3/4 cups white sugar
  • 2 eggs
  • 2 teaspoons vanilla extract
  • 1 cup mini chocolate chips (really any kind of chocolate chips will work)


Now that you have all your ingredients together lets get started! Go ahead and preheat your oven to 375 degree F (190 degrees C). In a separate bowl; mix together flour, baking soda, and salt. Set aside for now.

In your mixer (or a large bowl if you do not have one), cream together the butter and sugar until it’s completely smooth.

Quick tip: if you’re like myself and always forget to pull out the butter ahead of time to soften, you can stick it on a plate and pop it in the oven while it’s preheating! Just make sure to keep an eye on it so the butter doesn’t melt completely.

Once the butter and sugar mix is smooth go ahead and beat in your eggs one at a time. Then add your vanilla and mix for about 30-60 more seconds.


Now we will slowly add in the dry ingredients. I take my 1/4 cup measuring spoon and mix in that amount until it’s all gone. Make sure to let it properly mix together before adding the next spoonful in or it can get pretty messy! During this step if you have a kitchenaid mixer I use it at a level 4.

Once the dry ingredients are all in it should be a dough consistency and look like the second photo above!

At this point I take the bowl off the mixer and with a spoon mix in my chocolate chips. Like I stated above you can use any style of chocolate chips. I have even mixed milk chocolate and white chocolate before! If you really want to jazz it up you can add your favorite nuts into it as well (walnuts taste amazing!).

Now that we have everything mixed together it’s time to bake! I use a little cookie spray on my cookie sheet to prevent sticking. You can make the cookies as big or as small as you’d like. I make mine about a heaping teaspoon size so they are small enough my daughter can hold (but not too small that she can choke). You’ll want to spread them about 2 inches apart. They’ll bake for about 8-11 mins.


I hope you give them a try and if you do let me know what you think! If you give them a try make sure to tag me in your finished product on instagram (handle at the bottom). Drop a comment below your favorite baking recipe and I’ll give it a try next month!

Happy baking and remember to stay rambling



the rambling mom





  1. Preheat oven to 375 degrees F (190 degrees C). Mix flour, salt, baking soda in seperate bowl.
  2. In mixer, cream together butter and sugar until smooth. Beat eggs in one at a time then add vanilla. Slowly add in dry ingredients until dough like consistency. Stir in chocolate chips.
  3. Drop heaping teaspoon sized balls about 2 inches apart on greased baking sheet.
  4. Bake for 8-11 mins. Move to wire rack to finish cooling.

Life After Loss

Good afternoon ramblers!

Today we are going to talk about a very hard topic so I will say take this as your *trigger warning*


Back in January we decided that we wanted to start trying for another baby. At the time we felt Louise was old enough that she would be okay and we wanted our kids to be close in age, as Riley and his sister are and myself and my sister are. With Louise it took us a little over 6 months to conceive so when we conceived on our first cycle we were both shocked! I knew right away I was pregnant, it was just like the first time; couldn’t stop sleeping, all I wanted were smoothies or milkshakes, and I cried….A LOT. So it was no surprise that we found out at 4 weeks pregnant, I believe I was that early along when I found out about Louise ( I must have some sixth sense haha)

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We were so over the moon. But that didn’t stop the lingering thoughts of ‘oh no what did we do’. I was filled with constant worry about Louise and would she feel neglected or the silly thoughts I’m sure every mom goes through the second time around ‘how can I love anything as much as I love my first born’. So my stress levels were high, but I tried to continue on as normal with my gym schedule and regular routine. I had just recently quit my full-time job so thankfully that stress was out of the picture! Looking back at this photo I feel so silly for taking a ‘4 weeks pregnant’ photo, I mean let’s get real that’s all tummy fat haha but another part of me will always cherish this photo because it’s the only photo I have of my short pregnancy.


On the morning of March 4th I awoke before Riley and Louise and felt wet down below. I’m not one to have accidents so I knew something was up. I rushed to the restroom and my pants and underwear were bloody. Now in the beginning of my pregnancy with Louise I had some pretty heavy bleeding due to a hemorrhage behind where she attached. But this time I knew it wasn’t that, I swear I could feel it in my soul. It was over. My baby who we already loved so much and never got to meet was gone. The only thought running through my head though was I didn’t want to wake anyone up. So I jump into a hot shower and cried. I couldn’t tell you how long I was in there but long enough for the hot water to run out. I couldn’t even cry anymore, it was like I had no more tears. But then I started feeling silly, I’m only 6 weeks pregnant it’s not even far enough along to mourn a loss (which is oh so wrong). So I got ready for the day and woke Riley up. I can’t remember exactly but I’m pretty sure all he got was a “I’m miscarrying.” Confused is an understatement and as the days have gone on I really wish I would have broke the news a little softer, after all he’s mourning a loss too. I will never know how excited he truly was or how often he thought about our new baby (I know it was on my mind daily those few short weeks).


I’ve never been the best at coping or showing my true emotions ( I blame the trauma of losing my father at a young age and no one really expressing their feelings about it). So I continued on with my ‘nothing is happening, I’m totally okay’ attitude and went to the gym. I know what you’re thinking, what is wrong with this chick?! I wish I knew the answer to that because it’s now over two months since my miscarriage and I’ll never understand why the gym was my answer. Maybe it’s because the gym is the only place I can really work on my emotions and feelings without actually having to say anything, who knows. So after that Riley and I decided okay we really should get me to the doctor. My OB got me in ASAP that morning and ran all the tests and did a pelvic exam to make sure nothing else was going on. She sent me on my way after a blood draw to see where my levels were at. So after leaving the doctors I was still in a numb state of mind and decided ‘hey nows a good time to go to Ikea and buy a new couch’, I mean really? So the day went on as normal as it could with no other talk of miscarriage.


The hardest part was watching my positive pregnancy tests turn negative. But the bleeding continued on pretty badly and I ended up finding myself late at night alone in the ER. I told Riley I was fine and to stay home with Louise because I didn’t feel it was right to keep a one year old up late in a germy place. But looking back I truly wish I had someone there with me. I sat alone for hours crying the loss of my baby. Doctors, nurses, patients all zooming by giving the odd glance. Until God sent me someone to help me. In comes the housekeeper. She asks me if it’s okay to come and tidy up a bit seeing as I’m in the middle of another crying fest. I say it’s fine because deep down I was tired of being alone. So for about 45 mins she talks, not expecting me to answer back. She tells me about her night, her job, herself, and then starts talking about her faith. She wasn’t prompted to do so and she had no idea what I was going through and never asked. But there I sat hearing God’s words and love pour through this stranger and I started to feel the healing process begin. It’s been over two months now and not a day goes by that I don’t think about this lady and what she did for me. I still keep my hospital bracelet in my bedside drawer as a reminder.


Two months have gone by and I’m slowly healing everyday. I still constantly wonder what did I do wrong? What caused this? In fact I cried to my husband the other day because it was supposed to be my 2-month bump date, and I’m sure more of those days will come. But I counter them with days filled with love and laughter of my daughter Louise, mornings alone to think and workout at the gym, going to church and thanking God for all he’s done for me and my family. Life after loss isn’t easy, I’ve had to do it way too many times for the short 25 years I’ve been here. But it does get better, you hurt less, you love more, and you never forget those who are gone. Going through a miscarriage is something I hope none of you ever face but if you unfortunately find yourself doing so or already have just know that the ones around you love you and though they may seem uncomfortable with the topic it’s okay to talk about it and your feelings and loss. Or if you need to my inbox is always open to listen or talk, let me be your cleaning lady! For now we have no plans of trying for another, we want to take this time to heal and love on our sweet first born a little bit longer. And I may never know why this happened but I know it made me and my marriage a little bit stronger!


Stay strong & stay rambling mamas!


the rambling mom


Guess who’s back?!

Good afternoon to my faithful followers who’ve stuck around and waited for more posts. Or if you’re new here, hello! Check out my previous get to know me posts!


So a lot has happened since my last blog post. Some good, a lot bad. Let’s start from the beginning. Last summer we were staying with my in-laws after my husband got out of the Marine Corps and I was a stay at home mom just trying to find my place and keep my sanity. At the end of August we decided to finally make the cross-country move to Ohio to be closer to my family. Blog post about our 7-day road trip coming soon!


We lived with my sister and her family for a couple months in a tiny apartment. I started working full-time again. Finally got our own place and I went back to being a stay at home mom. We’ve experienced Louise’s first steps, first birthday, first words, a pregnancy and a loss. A lot has happened but so much more is coming and I can’t wait to bring you all along with me for the ride! We have stories, how to’s, family hacks, toddler life, fitness, travel, and so much more!


Stay tuned and stay rambling mammas!


the rambling mom





Spread the love!

Since I’m a new blog and don’t have any/many followers I’ve decided to do a giveaway to help spread my blogs name!

Once my blog hits 50 followers the giveaway will become active and I’ll post how to enter it. I will be giving away a few of my favorite mommy/baby items!

So give me a follow (new blog coming soon about flying with a baby for the first time) and spread my blog around to your friends!

Itzy Rotzy Silicon Teether

Goodnight Moon

Variety (3 pack) Que Bella facial masks

*contest only for US*

The Journey Begins

Thanks for joining me!

My name is Annie and I’m a 25 year old mother and married to the man of my dreams. Let me give you a little background on how I got where I’m at today!

In May of 2015 I decided leave my childhood home in Ohio to join the United States Navy as a Master-at-Arms (military police). With the MOS (job) I was given the option to do nuclear security with United States Marines. At the time I was single and newly turned 22 with my whole life and career ahead of me and trust me I so badly wanted a 20 year career in the military.

So with the opportunity to work with the Marines I was given the choice of either moving to Washington State or Georgia. My family so badly begged me to move to Georgia so they could be close and visit me often, but my intuition told me otherwise. I’ve always been a big believer on following your gut, so when mine told me to move to Washington State I did just that!


It was at this base that I met my now husband, Riley. He was a Marine working there as well. Since then we have dealt with him PCSing (moving to another base) while I stayed in WA, him leaving for deployment, our marriage, moving into our first home, having our beautiful daughter Louise Isabella (now 6 months old!) and him leaving the Marines and us moving again.

If you want to hear more about our past (and let me tell ya it’s a crazy story!) and what the future holds my little family give my little blog a chance and follow my crazy journey! Don’t worry it will be filled with plenty of ramblings!

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