eat yer veggies!

Week 2 of being at home (I have some notes saved from last week that I'll be posting soon) and it's been mostly snot and Baby Einstein DVDs. We're all sick and had to skip the art and music classes I signed up for last week. With that in mind I made a tomato sauce last night with a ton of hidden vegetables for extra nutrients. B.'s been really picky and since I want him to keep eating (and not throw a fit and get all blubbery) I've been a real pushover lately. Poor boy doesn't realize the tough love in store once he gets better. Anyway, I grated one carrot, one zucchini and one eggplant into a pan with garlic, one chopped roasted red pepper and a 16 oz box of Pomi tomatoes and then pureed with a hand blender once everything had melted together over medium heat and tossed with macaroni and ricotta. That's five vegetables at once. Mommy FTW!

avoiding starbucks

I am not a morning person (or really an evening person either...but whatever) but when I can summon the energy I push B. in his blue car (still in pajamas, of course) to our local Starbucks for some liquid strength. Except our Starbucks happens to be the same coffee shop that caters to all the Google, Yahoo and MTV hipsters who work down the street. This is gonna sound crazy but there's something about standing there in my sweats with a snotty kid and being judged by a bunch of 20-something tech heads that just makes me want to run the other way. When I'm pulled together I have no problem with it but there's just something so pathetic about standing there in pajama pants, an oversized sweatshirt, clunky shoes and unbrushed hair--I think I'd swear off motherhood myself if I could see my own reflection. The natural solution would be to get up earlier and actually get dressed for the occasion but since that's NEVER gonna happen I just walk an extra few blocks to the slacker Starbucks in the opposite direction. Which makes me one of the most resourceful lazy people I know.

uh-oh, brat at the store

Am I making a huge mistake? B. would happen to choose the day before I quit to act like a real terrible 2-year-old toddler. He thought it was the funniest thing to smack my face in the middle of the grocery store and there was only so mad I could get in front of the Whole Foods produce guy. And it really just hit me (no pun intended) that we’re going into the terrible twos...just in time for me to be home with him. And it won’t be somebody else’s problem, it’s gonna be mine, all mine. Bleh. Suspecting the timing of this might sucks. Should I have waited until he turned three? LOL. Joking, sort of.

freedom just around the corner

There's none of the usual anxiety I feel on the weekends, like I should be prepping for the week ahead and I'm worried about being behind because I’ve spent the weekend playing with B. and going to the farmer’s market. I’m sitting with him longer, playing silly games and not rushing to divide my time between him and the laptop. I bought four different kinds of herbs this morning at the farmer’s market: parsley, dill, sage and basil, and assume I’ll be able to use all of them at some point within the next week…as opposed to stocking the fridge with prepared meals. It’s corny but it’s my waiting to exhale moment. Not spending the weekend searching for material to cover Monday is like being told some big test is no longer happening--a big fricking relief.