Saturday, December 08, 2007

I like a little sweet after dinner...

Somehow, Eric ends up wheedling a Popsicle out of us after dinner on a nightly basis. Sometimes it's a tootsie pop, but we usually do some kind of dessert. I feel like a nightly treat will demystify sweets a bit, but I also figure I like to lie to myself and sometimes I don't always know the difference.

I like to have a little treat after dinner, whether it's a bowl of ice cream or a brownie or whatever, so who am I to tell my kids they can't have one, provided they eat a relatively healthy meal.

Yesterday was Rich's 34th birthday. So, I made a pie for him because we're doing birthday cake tonight, and well birthdays call for spectacular desserts. Kaylee finished her dinner and started yelling "LOL POP!" meaning she wanted a teeny tiny tootsie pop, but we held her off because we all wanted to eat pie together.

We managed to distract her until she saw me putting the whipped cream on the chocolate cream pie. "THAT!!" She howled pointing to the pie. "AWANTHAT!" (I want that!)

"You want some pie, Kaylee?"

"PAE! ME! PAE! ME!!" She shrieked like a tiny banshee in purple leggings until a small piece was placed in front of her with a spoon. She had never used the word pie before last night, but made sure to learn it for the occasion.

Rich and I spent the rest of the evening yelling "Pie! ME!" just to amuse ourselves (and it worked, I know, it's sad).

In other news, I'm doing the happy dance because Eric decided he liked the gluten free bread that they sell at Trader Joe's for $3.50 per loaf. Considering that most other GF breads start at bout $6-$10 per loaf and he doesn't eat them, I am kind of excited. He made himself a sandwich today with 2 pieces of Muenster and the bread in the middle. OK, so it's not quite a sandwich, but it's a hell of a lot easier than pasta. Last night he had a pile of cottage cheese and a couple of pieces of bread that we had made. It's the first time that I haven't made pasta in 24 hours in like, I don't know two and a half years? Cheese sandwiches, GOOD.

Enough food talk. I've got to go frost Rich's birthday cake.

Thursday, December 06, 2007

I try, I Really TRY

I try not to swear around the kids. I really do. I find myself saying SHHHHHOOOT more often than not. But Eric has somehow started picking up DAMMIT! I hear him scuttling around his room getting dressed in the morning pleasantly saying "Dammit. Dammit. Dammit."

Not sure what to do about this at all.

Work's been OK so far. My brain feels like a car with an iffy starter on a cold day. It's chugging Rrrrr Rrrrr Rrrrr and eventually it will catch and start chugging along, but for the moment it just feels like it's turning over at the wrong speed. It's kind of a bummer that the weather turned right as I started. It's been really hard getting the kids to school and to Harvard Square. It takes about 45 minutes door to door. And considering that it's only a 20 minute walk from my house when I don't drop off the kids, that's quite a difference. I'm also not eating anything until about 2:00 PM, a problem I need to work on. I generally can't eat breakfast first thing, I'm just not hungry. I am in such a rush to get there, that I don't want to stop and pick something up. But I'd better start doing that, or my brain will not recharge. Then once I'm there, I'm only there for 3 1/2 hours so it's not like I'm going to take a lunch break during that time. Then by the time I pick up the Childrens and get Kaylee off to her nappletini, it's 2:00 and I am falling over.

I need to fix this STAT.

Monday, December 03, 2007

And Why Did I Have Two Kids?

So they would play together. Right now they're running around our $12 Ikea tent and running into it and screaming "Night Night!"

They've been at it for over 20 minutes.

This is one of the best things that's ever happened.