I had another Business Meeting with E.
I love E – she’s a scream.
You know that feeling, when you meet someone and you know and they know, you both know, you know? That’s how I describe it.
I left, having discussed everything and nothing but feeling all the better for it.
Ben did that thing where he wakes up at ungodly hour – usually round
02:30am – and does everything but go back to sleep. I want to get upset,
but then he gives me this gummy smile and my heart melts. My need for
sleep seems irrelevant.
Ben is also doing the meal-with-conversation-thing. That is to say, he has a sip, suddenly
(and violently) detaches from the nipple, gurgles, smiles for a bit and
then latches on again. rinse, and repeat.
I’m running out of conversation topics. I mean, we’ve covered “The meaning of Life”, “Say
No to Drugs”, “Current Financial Climate” and “The weather”. Is 3 months
too early to do the “Facts of Life” speil?
Bobby is getting bossy. He ordered Babycakes out of the car while dropping him of to “go and doctor”. He also asked me to drop Ben off as well.
This is a vast improvement. Glad to know Ben is now “Ben” and not “It”.
When I was expecting, I heard lots of toddler-harms-the-baby horror stories.
I began to look on my darling Bobby as a would-be killer. A psychopath
lurching in the shadows. Had I been sleeping next to the enemy? The list
As things would unfold, Bobby just ignored Ben. And me. And anyone holding Ben. Then after a forced-to-acknowledge-us moment ( that took 2 hours, 3 time-outs and as many tantrums) he just flipped a switch and he “saw” us.
I still hide the knives.
Tonight in honor of the new era of Austerity (see footnotes), I have taken over the Friday din-dins usually reserved as Bobby’s treat day for being good.
I made him Nuggets.
Homemade Chicken Nuggets ( With a certain Je ne sais qoui, but I know quoi)
For someone who hold McD’s Chicken nuggets as the holy grail of nuggets,
Bobby ate every single one. And I quote ” I love Chicken Nuggets. So
Anti-veggie toddler – nil, mommy – homerun!
I was suppose to dazzle you all with a side serving of my Zuchini fries. They flopped.
I will only post up recipes that work. And are fool proof. Or rather Bobby-and-Babycakes proof.
Speaking of which, have I mentioned my darling Babycakes bats for the Anti-veggie-toddler team?
Talk about Judas.
Word of the Day
Austerity – Post-DINK (dual income no kids) phase of life, in which college
funds, life insurance policies, top level health insurance, real savings and first home deposit savings take over where Louis Vuitton,
Jimmy Choo and Kate Spade left off. Snore. A sad place. Imagine a world
where Champers only come out for Christmas, significant birthdays and
christenings? Don’t shudder. I have to live that life, you know.