Not Me Monday: Easter edition
- At my sister-in-law’s house for Good Friday dinner, I did not begin eating Baby Boy’s spaghetti dinner — off his tiny plastic baby spoon — once he lost interest in it. I would never be so
childishhungry that I couldn’t wait for the adults to eat. - During Easter mass, I did not lean over and (not-so-quietly) whisper to Darling Husband, “There are a LOT of old people here, and almost no young people. What happens when all of them die, like, soon? The church needs to do something to attract young people! I should start something!” while he frantically tried to shush me. I would never be so age-ist.
- Before Easter dinner (at my other sister-in-law’s house), I did not slip nursing pads into my bra (even though I don’t need them anymore), just so my boobs would be a little bigger. I would never be that vain.
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
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