I record Parenthood and watch it the next day while Henry plays with blocks. It's not a "kids" show but he loves the intro because there is a slideshow of family pictures.
He wasn't paying any attention to the t.v. but at the end a character was giving birth to a baby and he looked up. After looking up at the slime covered, crying baby in the nurse's arms, he said, "dark, pinched, stuck". For any of you who have had the misfortune of hearing my labor story, I think he was talking about his birth:)
Art Linkletter was right. Kids DO say the darndest things!
Thursday, February 23, 2012
Healthyish Banana Shake
My sister in law turned me on to this. I had it this morning.
1 frozen super ripe banana
1 T cocoa powder
2 t peanut butter
1 c. milk
Blend it all in the blender. Add a bit of whipped cream from the can on top, if you're feeling fancy. This makes two small servings. It's a good breakfast and filling. The banana is so sweet when ripe, that no added sugar is needed.
1 frozen super ripe banana
1 T cocoa powder
2 t peanut butter
1 c. milk
Blend it all in the blender. Add a bit of whipped cream from the can on top, if you're feeling fancy. This makes two small servings. It's a good breakfast and filling. The banana is so sweet when ripe, that no added sugar is needed.
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
On my tale, at Target
Shopping is not Henry's favorite activity. His dislike of Target and Winco are shared by many of his contemporaries, I'm sure. The "treat" at the end of the trip system seems to work pretty well. But then I always push my limits by doing something stupid, like perusing the clearance clothes before throwing in the essentials, I know I'm on borrowed time but just like eating too much chocolate, sometimes it's just too hard for me to stop!
Yesterday went well. Occasionally I get groceries and my Target items list all at Target and in one trip so I don't have to go to two stores in one week. I even have the courtesy to shop when the stores are not crowded.
At checkout I noticed that I had a pretty full cart, a slow checker and six coupons. There was an ultra slim, suited, perfectly coiffed woman wearing make-up behind me. She had four shirts in her tiny basket and a look of contempt on her face. I imagined she was planning to dash out to Starbucks for a soy latte on the way back to the prestigious law firm where she works but here I was making her late...I was starting to sweat, feeling the pressure, like when I've been on an airplane with him. There were shorter waits at other registers, I wondered why she was behind me, breathing down my neck, reminding me of how I felt in line before I had a kid, and I was trapped behind one. I would have let her go ahead of me but all my stuff was on the conveyor belt and I knew Henry was at the end of his rope I simply wanted to get out of there and save everyone from witnessing a terrible tantrum. And if I let her go, where would it end? Everyone had fewer items than I did.
And then I realized this may all have been in my head, maybe she wasn't bothered by the wait. Maybe she has kids of her own at daycare or home with her partner. Maybe I felt insecure because I rarely have an opportunity to wear make-up or a pant suit anymore. These are times I feel like a new mother of one, that still has enough energy to care or notice what anyone thinks. Maybe one day that will fade away. Maybe then I will channel that energy into wearing mascara again.
Yesterday went well. Occasionally I get groceries and my Target items list all at Target and in one trip so I don't have to go to two stores in one week. I even have the courtesy to shop when the stores are not crowded.
At checkout I noticed that I had a pretty full cart, a slow checker and six coupons. There was an ultra slim, suited, perfectly coiffed woman wearing make-up behind me. She had four shirts in her tiny basket and a look of contempt on her face. I imagined she was planning to dash out to Starbucks for a soy latte on the way back to the prestigious law firm where she works but here I was making her late...I was starting to sweat, feeling the pressure, like when I've been on an airplane with him. There were shorter waits at other registers, I wondered why she was behind me, breathing down my neck, reminding me of how I felt in line before I had a kid, and I was trapped behind one. I would have let her go ahead of me but all my stuff was on the conveyor belt and I knew Henry was at the end of his rope I simply wanted to get out of there and save everyone from witnessing a terrible tantrum. And if I let her go, where would it end? Everyone had fewer items than I did.
And then I realized this may all have been in my head, maybe she wasn't bothered by the wait. Maybe she has kids of her own at daycare or home with her partner. Maybe I felt insecure because I rarely have an opportunity to wear make-up or a pant suit anymore. These are times I feel like a new mother of one, that still has enough energy to care or notice what anyone thinks. Maybe one day that will fade away. Maybe then I will channel that energy into wearing mascara again.
Thursday, February 16, 2012
A Sophisticated Cuppa Tea
In a grown up mug...ah they grow up so fast. Soon he'll be smoking cigars and carrying a briefcase!
Doing the Dishes
Don't let this picture give you the idea he does "all" the work around here. I'm still the only one allowed to handle knives.
Makn' Orange Juice
This kid likes citrus fruit. I know he's mine because, like me, he even eats a little of the rind!
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