Fish and Chips

I caught up with S Sunday morning for a Coffee-in-the-Park. I had a double shot flat white. S is not in The Life. I look at her and see my previous life, one of a fool unaware of the train barreling down the tracks, about to hit.

S thinks I’m very put together. I must be a better actress than I think.

I sipped coffee, suddenly aware that my eyebrows needed threading, my
hair needed a flat iron and my shirt was stained with baby sick. But who
cares. Today is was a special day.

This morning I showered and took a chance. I was wearing a pair of Transition Jeans.

There was an associated muffin top. But we won’t focus on it – a girl’s got to treasure her victories where she can.


Did I tell you about the girl I know that tweeted the #BackInMy OwnJeans
#SkinnyJeansHowI’veMissedYou 10 days after her first child? Yeah, I
know. I don’t think she likes having friends either.

I came home to a spotless house and my darling curled up on the couch asleep. If Ben AND Bobby hadn’t both been asleep (thanks to the fresh air and car ride), I would have thrown that man a parade. Babycakes, like most husbands, doesn’t always seem to get it, but when he does, it is a thing of beauty.

I gave him a wink. A wink that says ” you know that ‘thing’ you wanted? you’re going to get it… Now!”.

And I gave it to him.

Crispy skin and all.

|He really enjoyed every bite.

Of HIS FISH! ( what else did you think I meant? Freaks…)

Lemon, Garlic and Herb Salmon (served on a bed of Kale Chips, Triple fried Potatoes and Aioli)


fish and chips


Bobby is enamoured with Kale Chips. Score 1 for mommies everywhere trying to get green leaves into toddlers.

Hint, hint: you can “Chip” anything you set your mind to.

In other news, I finally washed my hair, undisturbed. I even conditioned.

Word(s) of The Day

The Life – The House, The Husband, The Kids. Oh and The Saggy Boobs, The Wrinkly Stretch-Marky Tummy, The Sleep Deprivation and The Fledgling Career . Not forgetting the Love, The small cold feet in your bed at 05:00am and the sense of fulfillment.

Transitional Jeans – The halfway mark. Pre-pregnancy you would have considered them your Fat Jeans. Now, they are a badge of achievement. Who knows, maybe you’ll get that body back? No? Well, a girl can dream.

I’m Betty, and Butter is a story of a full-time suburban SAHM ( Stay-At-Home-Mom) who practices Medicine in her spare time. My life heavily revolves around Babycakes, my husband, Bobby and Ben, my children and an acerbic tongued pug D’Artagnan.

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3 responses to “Fish and Chips”

  1. Sasha says:

    Oh my, you are really, really funny!! AND this looks delicious!! 🙂

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