Thursday, August 4, 2011
A few weeks ago, I made chicken quesadillas for dinner, not thinking that Grace would eat any since she'd had dinner earlier. She proceeded to eat over half of a chicken quesadilla, taking bites of the whole thing, chicken, cheese and tortilla all in one bite. Since then, I've offered to make quesadillas for her for lunch. Some days she wants one and will eat it rather than dissect out the cheese. I feel like this says something about something, but I'm not quite sure what. I'm pretty sure it doesn't say anything about my parenting or anything that I'm doing, but perhaps something about her taste in food or something.
Friday, July 22, 2011
Friday, July 15, 2011
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Week 1 of CSA blogging is kind of sad, but I'll try to remember to take pictures of the veggies and foods I make with them in the coming weeks. I'm looking forward to being forced to use more veggies in our meals, as I know that we need to include them but I'm too good at avoiding them. Yay CSA!
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
We were playing up in the third floor, and I was glancing at an old issue of Cooks Illustrated, when Grace saw a picture of a tray of muffins and shouted "muffins!" I remembered that we had an old box of muffin mix and figured why not? So we went downstairs to make some muffins. I measured the ingredients and Grace poured them into the bowl. We took turns mixing. Waiting for them to cook, she kept grabbing the timer shouting "muffins!" Finally they were done baking, but waiting for them to cool brought more of the same.
Needless to say, the muffins made from an old mix were not really very good. Grace ate a little of one, but I'm thinking it might be ok to chuck the rest and try again tomorrow with better ingredients. As something to do on a rainy day, though, I'd say it was a success.
Friday, April 8, 2011
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
So many people, people I know in real life as well as people I know of on the internet via their blog or twitter, are either pregnant or recently were pregnant and now have adorable, sqishy newborns. I am not pregnant, nor do I have an adorable, sqishy newborn. There is some part of me, my ovaries or my hormones or something, that is screaming about how I should get pregnant ASAP. It's screaming about how cute newborns are and I should get on it. It's screaming about how the longer I wait to have a second child, the higher the chances are that Grace will wean herself before then and my small desire to tandem nurse will be crushed.
The other part of me, the rational and thoughtful part of me (not to say that people who want more children are irrational, just that the part of me that wants more children RIGHT NOW is irrational), knows that it will be ok to wait to have another baby. It knows the reality of what my days and nights with Grace look like. It knows that Grace still nurses three or four times a day so there's still a possibility that she won't wean before I have a second baby. This part of me also acknowledges that it would also be ok if she weaned before I have a second baby. This part of me knows that my days of having a baby aren't numbered but even if they are, even if I can't have any other children grow inside my body, there are other ways of growing our family.
So there you have it. I'm not pregnant and that's ok.