I am glad I didn't read Bringing Up Bebe while Munch was restricting her voluntary caloric consumption to white food- rice, pasta, bread, yogurt, cauliflower (!?!) (the rather painful exception was cheese, which had to be yellow). I would have thought, even more than I already did at the time, that my child was headed down the slippery slope towards Kraft products, type II diabetes, binge drinking, poor grammar, crass consumerism, and all other negative associations made of America's youth. As I wrote last week we. are. fine.
Powered by LD's garden. And, when the neighbors aren't looking, the occasional box o' mac n cheese.
all done? oh nooooo....
Other things-that-grow updates include (and please ladies, forgive me for characterizing you as such, but I am working with a theme) Mrs T (38 weeks along with blue baby T) and Mrs S (19 weeks along with pink baby S), both of whom came over for dinner Sunday after the husbands battled out an afternoon game of squash. I have three other good friends who are also pregnant - Mrs. AB, Mrs. W, Mrs. H/K and I am super excited that Wow will have so many potential playmates amongst our group of friends. His sister, after all, has had to entertain herself at many an otherwise adult party due to the slim age-appropriate pickings amongst our pre-Munch pals.
Eagerly waiting for some buddies to arrive on the scene. Or just a ridiculously cute pic I couldn't resist posting.
padrons. There's about 2-3 total quarts of apricot, apricot-fig, fig-orange, and apricot-plum (a sad fail) jam in the freezer and George keeps leaving more bags of fruit on the doorstep.
Unfortunately, not everything has fared so well.