So everything is either making her hoppin' happy or hopping mad. It's her current favourite dance. Miriam watches her, bemused, and commenting quietly. Elizabeth is working on growing hair and hopping, and Miriam can talk in sentences and practices looking skeptical about her family.
The girls can open the bathroom door, which means I've found them running hot water while stuffing the sink full of toilet paper. They can also open the cupboard under the kitchen sink, which means today's project is moving all the cleaning chemicals.
They're weaned, finally, which is great. They're getting up at five, which is less great. It's almost seven, and I'm trying to decide if I should make bread or focaccia for lunch, or if I'll run out of energy and enthusiasm before then. Judith's coming over with the kids, and I need to feed them something. Always preferably something low-mess. I could make some bread dough and stash it in the fridge, and then roll and bake it later. Post-grocery-store-ing.
Nat is fully committed to repeating the lemon juice+milk=ricotta experiment until we totally run out of milk. I need to teach him to make a large quantity and make him eat it instead of playing with it.
I read Kendra's post about eating more vegetables and I'm pondering whether something like that would help break me out of my meal rut. I am solidly committed to cooking whatever I like (and to a lesser degree, what Geoff likes- hey, he doesn't do the cooking), but that leads to the wasteland of what do I feel like eating? I like the idea of more salads, especially cold noodle ones, and a return to the enchiladas that my children have started to reject, and a lot more beans. I fall down heavily at fresh vegetable prep, and the times I have brought home veg and immediately prepped it have been the times we have eaten more vegetables and less pasta/cheese/bread. Not that there's anything wrong with pasta/cheese/bread, it's just that it gets expensive and monotonous. We go through A LOT of cheese. So, what would I make if I went vegetable shopping once a week and prepped immediately?
I need to be more like Tamar Adler, clearly. And I need my children to be less like small people who put their faces down on their arms and cry when they see the soup I made for dinner (happened yesterday. Miriam this time)....
ETA: Hello! Comments would be fine! I know you're reading this!