Beware of the cheese blob

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So here I sit, glass of wine in one hand- keyboard in the other, watching Stella consume a dinner that consists of organic chicken hot dogs (with mustard, natch), black beans and green beans — lots and lots of green beans. The kid can’t get enough of them. Oh, and juice. Oh, and did I mention that this was all just to tide her over until the pizza comes off the bbq? What have we come to? I swore I would not become the mom who feeds her kid nothing but chicken mcnuggets and Kraft Mac & cheese. I am only a stone’s throw from high-maintenance-food-issues-kid-ville. Man, once this remodel is done….watch out perfect parent land, you are gonna have one more resident!! ;)

So the cabinets are coming along swimmingly. I confided in Peter that I am slowly starting to realize that red seems to be migrating quickly towards the top of my the favorite color list. I would never have considered red one of ‘my colors’. If someone asked me I would probably say orange, yellow — you know, typical Natalie colors. Somehow, when I look at my red purse and my red shoes I just bought, and the boxed red hair I color I sport, and the red paint I selected to have over half of my kitchen painted I am starting to see a pattern. So, anyway– back to the cabinets . It is looking like they will be completed by Friday. They are looking awesome! If we manage to get them painted and dry without any cute little handprints it will be a miracle.

Well, dinner is over and aside from the aforementioned tasty tidbits, our precious one also consumed an entire piece of pineapple/canadian bacon pizza (only choking on the cheese-blob once). I know you grandmothers out there love this kind of information. To all others — bear with us.

The first round of family has shown up, with another set potentially shortly behind (uncertainty has to do with a pyracantha thorn, swollen knee and an orthopedist). Aside from some time out for mother’s day festivities, it’s all about getting this [expletive deleted] remodel done!! We are so close. All we need is cabinet hardware for the bathroom, and we can abandon the Red Tail Ale box we have been using as a toiletries drawer and actually move all the bathroom mess currently residing in our bedroom into it’s new home in the bathroom.

Pictures to follow soon….

Baby books of the new Millenium

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How do Moms do it? How do they have the persistence and diligence to undertake the hurculean task of recording every detail of their precious childrens lives? Every moment, recorded with accuracy and precision — complete with lockets of hair, meticulous charts and graphs of weight/height/head circumfrence/finger length/hear rate, intricately detailed descriptions of their first steps, their first words, their first solving of the quadratic equation? How do they do it? Is this what separates the good moms from the bad? A sign of whose children are destined for greatness versus those who are destined for therapy? Yes, I have been terribly remiss in logging each and every wonderful thing Stella has done and no, I have no clue where her baby book even IS right now. Maybe instead, we have reached a new era. An era where instead of photo albums we have books of photo CDs and in place of meticulously kept baby books we have…blogs! Could I just be stuck in the middle of a huge shift in the space-time continuum? One where old ways are converging with new ones? Is there a scientific term for this? Should I make one up?