Hippity-hop to the mall
I’ve been so busy with work lately that I COMPLETELY FORGOT a crucial Easter detail — I can take Baby Boy to the mall to get his photo taken with the Easter Bunny!
I don’t know how I forgot all about this, but I did. So today, we’re off to the mall — yes, it’s the last day possible, eek — to capture this special moment on camera for a mere $5 donation.
There is a hilarious photo of me and Little Sis sitting on an Easter Bunny’s lap as kids. That bunny was possessed or something — it was terrifying — and it remains one of our favourite OMG childhood photos. It’s practically my motherly duty to get Baby Boy a similarly scary photo, right?
Wish us luck!
The "long" weekend
It’s Good Friday.
Everyone on Facebook and Twitter is going on about how it’s a holidaaaaaay, yayyyyy, so they don’t have to worrrrrrk today, yayyyyy!
Me? Um, it’s still Good Friday. But it does not feel like a holiday, and it definitely doesn’t feel like a day “off.”
Darling Husband is working — airplanes don’t take holidays. I’m home with Baby Boy. We were up ridiculously early at just after 6 a.m. There is laundry to do. There are a zillion teeny tiny meals to prepare (and clean up!). There are dishes to do. There are toys to pick up. Then, when Baby Boy goes for his naps today, I need to bust ass on a few freelance writing projects until he wakes up. Everything is the same as always.
Someone wished me a “happy long weekend!” yesterday via email. I wanted to reply and explain that in my world, there is no difference between a weekday and weekend — let alone a “long” weekend.
But I just wished her one back.
It’s not the kind of thing anyone understands until they experience it.
Hope all my other mommy friends are enjoying their “long” weekends 🙂
For my non-mommy pals — it really IS a long weekend for you. Enjoy it! Savour it!
TV dinners for babies
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| I used my fave Pampered Chef Food Chopper (“Choppy-Chop” as I call it) to get the spaghetti into little tiny pieces … |
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| … oh, and then used a knife to make sure it was reeeeeally small. Like my awkward left-handed pretend-to-cut shot? |
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| I’ve given Baby Boy spaghetti with butter in the past, but I thought I’d try sauce. He LOVED it. |
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| Mixy-mix! |
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| I scooped the servings into my super-awesome silicone muffin liners. |
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| Five “Baby TV dinners” ready to go in the freezer! |
Cute, right? I think they’re be really convenient. I mean, if we have quickie meals for us — like frozen french fries, mmmm — it makes sense that Baby Boy have some frozen meals that can be quickly prepared.
My genius didn’t stop here, though. I had some leftover spaghetti sauce, too, and got the brilliant (read: everyone else probably already does this) idea to freeze some in an ice-cube tray. I figured that I could nuke a cube and add it to chicken or fresh noodles or something else I was already making for Baby Boy.
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| Don’t judge my messy stove-top. I’m a passionate cook. And I had the heat too high. |
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| Mmmm, garlic-y tomato sauce! |
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| Tomato sauce cubes! |
Is there anything more satisfying than freezing tiny portions of something?
No, I don’t think there is.
Wordless Wednesday: Banana-dusted bananas
Egg-ellent progress
Strange thing #4692 I have learned about parenthood: The things you obsess most over? You will eventually be like, “Meh!”
Example: I used to be really nervous about giving Baby Boy eggs.
“They have a high allergy risk!” I’d cry. I never let him have anything that may have come in contact with eggs. I started giving him the yolks around seven months, because that was deemed “most likely safe.” But the whites? Oh no, not the whites! Those can’t be eaten until 12 months. No way!
The other day? Baby Boy ate one of buttermilk pancakes (made with whole eggs), and then I let him have a tiny lick of cookie dough (whole eggs again — raw ones, at that).
I thought about it and realized that he’s been eating my pancakes for a while now.
And he’s fine.
I think my old self just had a stroke.
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