Mardi Gras Ball Dresses

If you're a NOLA Mom and you are in the market for an inexpensive ball gown for the Carnival season because you haven't yet lost all of your baby weight even after a year and a half, like me, and you don't want to pay an arm and a leg for a full length dress that you will wear only once since you either a. swear you won't go to another ball after this year or b. are going to be a super model by next year...

Perlis on Magazine is having a sale on bridesmaids dresses. I finally parted with all of bridesmaids dresses because I swore I never would go to another ball again. Never say never, moms. Anyway, their dresses are 40% off, probably 50% off by now. I found a Thread dress (fancy New York designer) and love it. It doesn't even look like a bridesmaids dress. And free alterations for the length of the garment-meaning if you gain or lose weight they'll alter it for free. Can't beat that. Now don't get me wrong. A lot of them do look like bridesmaids dresses. But sometimes when you are in a bind you have to do some creative visualization.

Gerber Graduates

J said that W looked bigger today. It's funny because I feel that way every now and then. Sometimes I look at him and he seems like a little boy rather than a baby.

Once again, I should have taken a picture. I bought some ravioli Gerber Graduates at Walmart today. Put them in front of him and he smiled from ear to ear. He thought it was a big toy. He touched the green beans for a few minutes, looked up, laughed and touched them some more. From experience, I thought for sure he would eventually begin eating them. So I went about cleaning up the kitchen, unpacked boxes and I looked over a few minutes later and he was washing his hands (a new trick he's learned) with ravioli. And then he rubbed his hands all over his head. Yum.

They're better than an onion

I never know why or when W is going to eat something that I want him to eat. Some days he demands only goldfish but others, very few, but others he shovels down tomatoes or olives or chicken nuggets. Today was an "other" day. He was toddling around the kitchen playing with a mesh bag of boiler onions. I looked down and he was trying to eat one. So I immediately pulled out the chicken patty I tried to give him for lunch and gave him a piece. No go. How about tomatoes?, I said as I kneeled down next to him. He smiled and poked at them, put the onion in the bowl and began furiously stuffing the little cut up pieces of tomatoes in. I mean shoveling, one after the other. I cracked up. I couldn't help it. I was like a kid in church and he fed off of it. He laughed and kept eating. But at the same time I was laughing hysterically I realized just how tense I was. If that's possible. It happens every time he starts eating something nutritious. It's always unexpected. I try not to look at him. My shoulders get stiff and I hold my mouth in a position so that it won't move. It's wierd. Can't explain it. Anyway, we sat on the kitchen floor with boiler onions everywhere, the onion peels scattered all over the house and a bowl of tomatoes, laughing hysterically while W ate enough tomatoes to make him hiccup. I tried to figure out what made him eat the tomatoes this time. I try to figure this out every time so I can remember for the next day. The only thing I can come up with is that they taste better than an onion.

Juicer from Amazon

Oh, I found the juicer we used last night for the Citrus Margaritas. Think I may get myself one. I posted the link to the left if you feel you can't live without it either.

I grew up with a health obsessed mother. No sweets, no cokes, no bread (this was pretty advanced thinking for the 70's). Fruit for breakfast, fruit for camp care packages (the counselors never made me share), fruit in the morning, fruit in the evening, and I'm surprised no fruit for supper time.

And then she discovered the juicer. We were scared. Fearful that we would be on liquid diets of juice for the rest of our lives. But once we tasted the sweet nectar of apples, bananas, mangoes, lemons and oranges, and strawberries all juiced together (this was before we had pineapplebanana juices from Dole) we were hooked. So pretty much every afternoon mom would juice up some juice and she would pour us a small, okay more like a shot glass size, of juice to suck down in two seconds. We always wanted more but she was stingy. I didn't understand why. Until my parents went out of town. I had free range of the juicer. and I juiced the minute they stepped out the door. I juiced a whole big pitcher full of juice, skins and all. That's a lot of fruit. And I greedily drank it all myself. About 20 minutes later I understood the wisdom of Mom not giving us more as I headed towards the powder room

This brings me to last night. Friends came over for tacos. They hadn't seen the house so I told them to come on over for tacos out of a box. Nothing fancy. Jen asked what could she bring? How about Margaritas!? she said. I have this new juicer and can make them from fresh lime juice. Sounds great as I told her my last memory of juicing. So they show up with the juicer, a pretty large stainless steel contraption and a basket of fruit. So we drank lime, orange, mango margaritas. The juice was so sweet, so delicious. Don't worry, I was ever mindful of my realization back in highschool. I never thought about making cocktails with the juicer way back when. But now I want to get a juicer for only that reason. She says she brings the juicer everywhere. Her husband is getting sick of lugging it around but they were certainly the life of the party with their cocktail buffet. Everyone mixed their drinks according to what juice they were feeling like at the time. We drank Tequila. Frank opted for Vodka, I think. he says he had a bad experience with Tequila-haven't we all. And J reminded him that he had a bad experience with whatever he was drinking at Uncle Bob and Aunt Liz's wedding in Chi Town. But I'll save that story for another time.

Singing class for Tots

We went to singing class again this morning. W was in quite an outgoing mood and jumped right in the minute we arrived. Last week he kept to himself and my side. The teacher had a bunch of big blow up balls. The tots went crazy. They loved them. I must get some for our back yard. Anyway, he's not much for following directions. A lot of the babies weren't and although the teacher is very laid back at times I could tell she was getting impatient if the moms weren't making them do what she wanted. For example at one point she wanted them to sit in our laps. W was not having any part of it. He was standing there mesmerized by her so I didn't force the issue. This time she sang more familiar songs. My friend K and I still didn't know them but atleast it was easier to sing along to them then the random french songs she sang last time. Dance time was at the end of class. He didn't want to dance so he and I just twirled around a bit so as not to piss off the teacher. He liked it but just wanted to play with the big bouncing ball.

Contrast Between Sean Payton and Mayor Nagin

Nola Blogger: Contrast Between Sean Payton and Mayor Nagin

I read this on Nola Blogger today and wanted to share.

Walk tall and carry a big stick

I learned that expression from my parents. My mom takes it literally. She's always apt to carry a big stick wether it's hiking in the woods or walking around the park. She does it for steadiness in the mountains and protection in New Orleans. W must have inherited that gene from her but HE does it to have a good time. Papa came over and watched the Little Buddy this afternoon while Mimo and I went to preview some furniture for the my empty house. Boy, they must have had a good time. When we got back, W had TWO sticks he had found on their walk outside, the house was a mess and Papa's Wall Street Journal looked as if it had never been touched. When he left, W promptly stuck out his lip, it began quivering and then it developed into a full blown wail. It was kind of sad. Well it was really sad. I couldn't even be jealous that he wasn't more happy to see me because it melted my heart that the Little Buddy loves Papa just as much as I do.

Maui Fever

We caught the sneak peak of Maui Fever on DVR tonight. My favorite quote by far is something like this:

If we're 40 and still partying and hanging out like this, then... we're smart.

I laughed my butt off. Not sure if those were the exact words. I'll get back to you on that because I will certainly watch it again. For those of my fans who have never watched it and want to watch a bunch of cool surfer dudes "rage" check it out on MTV. It comes on right after the Real World on Wednesday nights but you can always catch it on a rerun during the week.

I know. It's sad that I'm a middle aged mom and I'm still watching this crap. But I LOVE IT!

Michelangelo's "Creation of Adam"

To quote Uncle Bob re: "give me one" thing he taught W

"Gimmie Five!" was just so.... so, 'Haslett'!
"Gimmie One" on the other hand, is just so...so....well, see below!

and then he inserted this link
oh well, he really inserted another link which I can't pull up but he also included this link to Michelangelo's "Creation of Adam"
http://www.christusrex.org/www1/sistine/0-C.jpg

It's wierd, the similarities.

Give Me One

"Uncle Bob" and "Aunt Liz" are two of our closest friends. Uncle Bob taught W how to "give me one". I am not really sure what it means or where it came from but W not only caught on pretty quickly but loves "giving one" to Aunt Liz and Uncle Bob. It's kind of their thing. It's especially funny to see the LB give UB one because UB's fingers are a gazillion times bigger than W's. Just so you can kind of get the effect here's a photo of W giving Aunt Liz one on Saint's Game Day last Sunday.

Olives, Olives and more Olives

W is finally getting settled into the new house. He is letting me go to the kitchen while he is still playing in the den and tends to hang out in his room when I want to run to mine to get the phone. If you ask him if he wants to go to W's room he's off in that direction so I think he likes it. It is my favorite room in the house too. But he especially loves the front and backyards and is constantly whining to go out. We went out today to bring in the garbage cans and he wouldn't let me back in. I resigned myself to freezing outside while he toddled around the yard talking about the plants and other things. It was so cold that my mouth got numb as I was trying to talk on the phone. I finally had to bring him kicking and screaming back inside. It was about that time...to go to Mimo and Papa's. Papa was furiously trying to cook the quails they were having for dinner before Mimo got home from Bridge. She doesn't particularly like Papa in the kitchen due to the inevitable mess he makes. But the outcome is always delicious and he enjoys it so much. You'd think she would be able to overlook the mess. Anyway, to keep W out of his tasmanian devil path I put him in his chair and gave him a tomatoe for supper. He ate a whole one yesterday over there. Didn't want it. You just never know, do you? He saw me eating an olive so I gave it to him. He had 4 jumbo olives for dinner. If the pimento had fallen out he wouldn't eat it. If it was still in it he didn't know it and gobbled it up. That can't be good for him. Can it? Well if ate half a pb&j back here and drank a bottle so I think all that combined can qualify for dinner-peanutbutter for protein, olive for good fat and the pimento for a vegetable? Sounds good to me. Tasted good to him.

W is back to finicky eating. I don't know what to feed him anymore. He only eats peanutbutter crackers, goldfish and bananas. I feel bad. He's got to be sick of those things. He doesn't even get excited about his guacamole anymore. I don't know what to do about it.

He had a busy weekend and a busy morning. We went to visit our friends who just moved back into their house in Lakeview. It's nice to see progress going on our there. So we played for an hour before having to come home for a nap. Playing with other kids really poops him out.

Saints

Okay-so the Bears beat us but atleast all the fans had fun up until then. We watched the game on our puny tv. I wanted to have a big party but a. J didn't want a lot of talking and b. there were really only 4 good seats to watch the puny tv. and c. I am not sure how many people would want to spend such a crucial game watching it on the puny tv so we didn't have a party. But we made wings and good salami and cheddar sandwhiches. I also made turkey, avocado, red pepper, brie and chutney sandwhiches which would have be delicious had I not used the too thick ciabatta bread.

So today is Monday and I've gotten a lot of organizing done around the house while the little buddy is sleeping. Even called about the fireplace screen that we need for the mammoth fireplace we have. Turns out it will have to be a custom order since it's so big. Ugh. Nothing is easy.

We're slowly getting settled. My goal is to have emptied out the old house by next Tuesday and get a cleaning service in there to clean so we can start showing it to sell. I will be very relieved when that is all in the past. I loved that place and there are definitely some things I will miss, especially the memories of the Little Buddy growing up over there. But I know there will be many fun new memories over here. I'm looking forward to it.

J and I ate at Crepe Nanou on Friday night. I have to say it and I hate saying it but it sucked. My fish was so charred I didn't even eat it. I feel like it's gone down since the storm-the quality of the food which makes me sad because it was always like going to a good cook's house for dinner. Nothing too fancy, but always good. This is like the 3rd meal in the past few months that I have not enjoyed there. The mussels were exceptionally good though. Of course I won't abandon it entirely but I will definitely take a break before going back.

This week coming up J has first pick on dinner destinations since he didn't get to choose where we went on his birthday. He thinks it's funny that I'll have to go to one of the restaurants that I cannot stand and he still thinks Nirvana is an option. It's not. I'll go anywhere else, but I cannot go there. If anyone can recommend another Indian restaurant that he may like I would love you forever.

#1 Rule of being a Saint's Fan

If J has learned anything from being married to me he would know that the #1 Rule of being a Saint's Fan is to not be hungover when they play in the NFC Championships. Guess who is no longer allowed to be a Saint's Fan?

I'm ready. I've got my Who Dat shirt on-a beautiful gold tank with black fleur de lis and many small rhinestones formed to look like a large fleur de lis over my left breast. My sister-in-law also was a kind enough Who Dat (that's how Who Dat's are, kind) to paint a black fleur de lis on my right cheek to offset the rhinestone fleur de lis.

Let's bow our heads and say a prayer for the boys in black and gold as they go forward on this NFC Championship day. May we be with them in all black and gold spirit if we are not able to be with them in body. WHOOOOO DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT!!!!

Angelina is becoming a NOLA Mom like me!

For those of you who don't know, Angelina and Brad are moving to NOLA. I asked Angelina if I could I write about it and although she wasn't thrilled she understood that I had an obligation to my fans and that I would compromising my blogger integrity if I didn't. Rumors were flying, fast and furiously about where they were living and where the kids were going to school. Some said Trinity, others Newman, other the French Immersion school. Some said parents had to sign a release and that Newman was way too white bread for them.

Here's the scoop.

They bought an historic mansion in the French Quarter.
The kids are going to the French Immersion School. Ange told me that the immersion schools in San Fran were very good and that's why they started looking into it in NOLA.
She wants to hang out with normal moms like herself who won't judge her for wearing a vial of blood around her neck... because that's normal. She laughed when I interjected that. She can be so funny in a self-deprecating sort of way. Anyway, there's the skinny if you haven't heard it already.

W fell asleep in his crib sitting up today. I should have taken a picture. Next time.

New Home Sweet Home?

We're still trying to get settled here at the new house. I still don't really believe yet that it's our new home. There are a few things that need tweaking although I do really love it. It's just that it doesn't feel like home. I guess after living in one place for so long it will take awhile to adjust. I have to wear a hat in the den at night because of the glare from the massive chandelier. It must have something like 1 gabillion watts of light. J makes fun of me but the hat makes all the difference in the world. I'll have to do something about it because I think even my sassy beach hat is going to get old.

W is still getting used to everything too. He is my shadow. He follows me everywhere from one corner of a room to another and he is still getting used to the threshholds and is tripping more often than usual. He kind of looks like a raggamuffin with all of his dings on his head. Poor Little Buddy, he really has been a trooper.

My favorite part about the move is that I have quickly taught W that my shoe cubby holes (that I have talked about in previous posts) are a no no. I knew it was going to be an issue since they are at his level and the minute he saw them he promptly began pulling out my shoes. It was socks at the old house and it used to drive me nuts. He would pull them out in the morning when I was taking a cat nap and J was watching him and and night when J got home and took the LB upstairs to change. J never seemed to care. They weren't his socks. So I nipped the shoe thing in the bud the minute it started. Now he goes straight for J's shoes. and J is so neat and tidy I know it's killing him. Even though his shoes are in cubby holes just like mine, they even look neater than mine. It's just the way he is. Instead of Beauty and the Geek, it's Sloppy and Tidy. Ha! Not so catchy, I guess. My saving grace is that I'm the primary caregiver and am able to encourage the messing up of Daddy's shoes over Mommy's shoes. Sorry J.

The Hills Season Premiere

I TOTALLY FORGOT! K had to remind me about it and luckily I was able to find it on this afternoon and tevoed it. Wheeeew. Okay. So I'm watching it right now and I'm thinking what an idiot LC was for not taking the internship. HELLO!

Then the theme song comes on and I am dancing around like a teenage girl-like we did everytime we waited for Michael Jackson's Thriller to come on ( back then I seem to remember the videos were scheduled. Do they even have videos anymore?) and I am so excited. I'll be back. Just needed to take a break from all the dancing (2nd work out of today) and put the chicken in the oven.

Who Dat?!?

I can't believe I neglected to give a shout out to the boys-WHO DAT SAY THEY GONNA BEAT THEM SAINTS!

I know, I have been quite the "Ain't" this year and I am eating my words.

I'm Back

but not fully with it. I finally got my internet straight at the new house. It was so frustrating. I am really dependent on email and the interent. It's like crack. So I am very happy to have it back. The Little Buddy slept like a champ his first night here but I can tell he's still a bit out of sorts. He doesn't like me to leave his sight. In the old house he would play by himself for awhile but here he is constantly on top of me. He'll play for a minute, then crawl on top of me for another. I guess it's going to take him awhile to realize I'm not going to leave him alone in this strange new house. And now I have a nice new office for all of my "work" stuff. The computer is in here and it's a great room except that W hates it. He absolutely hates the room. Isn't that ironic. I finally get a cool space for the computer, out of the hallway, where he can't push on the buttons etc. and he hates the room. Ugh.

The house is a mess. I'm trying my best to get organized and I am determined for it to be. Before I buy anything new. Keep your fingers crossed for me.

I'll be in touch. I am sure with many new organizing websites to pass along to my fans.

Oh! and for stay at home moms out there, I am trying out a 6 week music class this week. I'll let you know if it's worth joining.

Packing up and Moving

We're packing and moving on. I have cried once today already. I don't know, I've lived here for over 10 years-really I grew up here almost and found myself, found my husband, brought my baby home (if only for 5 days before the big K). It's very emotional and I am sure there will be more outbursts. J was going to work today but decided to stay home and help out. I wanted to cry. Then I talked to L and she said she got kind of sad thinking about it because my house reminds her of when C was a baby. They used to just lay on the rug while we chatted and laughed and sometimes complained about our new status as moms. I got off the phone and wanted to cry. Luckily I was at Harry's Hardware looking for "those little thingies that hold the shelves up in the kitchen. Tee hee." I know they thought I was such an idiot girl. If I had broken down and cried, no telling what the manly hardware men would've done. but I found exactly what I was looking for. I feel very accomplished. Just call me HandyMan.

Anyway, I may not be posting until after the weekend. Cable will be hooked up tomorrow (J told me it was the single most important thing I had to do and it wasn't an easy feat, believe me. The pressure didn't help my emotional state any) But I have a feeling the computer won't be connected. So please don't panic or abandon me, fans. I have a post about JOY that I want to share so stay tuned. Now, I'm not saying that I won't be posting because I can from J's computer just want to give you a heads up just in case.

J was out of town last night. It was kind of fitting that I spent one of my last nights here by myself since I moved in here as a single girl. I sat in my big chair, drank some wine and read one of my journals that I am destroying. I laughed so hard. Ironically it was one from when I first moved in here. I wish I could keep it but I would be mortified if I died and anyone read it.

So I feel like we're starting a new chapter. Maybe I'll start a new journal-the kind that anyone can read.

Fear of walking?

We were on our way home from the playground today around 4pm. I came to a stop sign and a car came up beside me-white with tinted windows-I kept going and he didn't. I got half way down the block and the dude was still sitting there watching us walk down the street. I was scared. I picked up my cell phone and called a friend. Told her what was happening. She asked where I was, exactly, so if I "I got kidnapped we will know from where you were taken." I thanked her for her concern, seriously. We were laughing, but we were serious. He finally drove away but I knew for sure that he was going to make the block and come get me. That is what it's come to, here in New Orleans. I grew up in this city, not in the suburbs, in the city, and am very aware of my surroundings. As far back as I can remember, I was taught to look around, be aware and hurry up inside, when it was dark. I accept that as a part of life in a city, at night. It's sad that now I feel like that during the day. It's more than sad now that I have a sweet baby with me to protect.

Heavenly Ham is Heavenly for Babies

We just got back from lunch at Heavenly Ham. W seems to eat better when we are out at restaurants. I think it has something to do with his highchair because my parents bought a restaurant highchair for him and he loves it. Anyway, we headed on over and we sat at one of their picnic tables with W on the bench right next to me. He gobbled down the turkey on half a turkey sandwhich and half of my pickle. He did fall off the bench-oops-felt horrible-but he was okay. He got right back on and swung his legs back and forth, waved to people going by and watched the gross pigeons in battle. It would be awesome if they had highchairs but I think he felt like a big boy without it so it's not required.

My sweet, beautiful college aged cousin called me today. She's in town with her boyfriend and a bunch of UVA kids doing Katrina relief work. I called her back at 6pm-pitch black mind you- and she told me she was with 2 girls window shopping on Magazine. "Where?", I asked her. Oh, the 3000 block. AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I said to myself.
"Please be careful", I said.
So she said she wanted to stop by before they went to dinner. So I gave her directions to my house and worried the whole time that she wouldn't make it. My phone was ringing off the hook and I frantically cut each and every person off every time the other line clicked. and then I read Chris Rose's column, agreed totally and waited in fear for her to arrive in one piece.

When she got here she asked me if it was really so unsafe. I told her it had gotten pretty bad in the past few weeks. After she left I remembered when I brought my freshman roommate home from college. She was from Waco, Texas. We got here late on a Thursday, I think, and we were waiting for other friends' plane to arrive. We were bored so she suggested we got take a walk around the neighborhood. I laughed and said, "yeah, right. If you wanna get shot" Sad how some things never change.

Getting back to the shoes

As I was putting more shoes in my new cubby holes (see previous post) I came across an obstacle. I couldn't get a pair of shoes in one of the cubbies. I stuck my hand deep into the hole and aha! I found a shoe that the previous owner left behind. It was a designer pump, but only one. If it had been a pair and in my size, I may have kept them. Does that make me a bad person?

Dear God,

J usually puts W to bed but tonight I did. I sang him "You are my sunshine" and then started saying his prayers...."Dear God," and as I held him on my lap he put his little hands together. I thought it was a fluke but a cute one, smiled and finished the prayer and put my baby to bed. Then I called John and asked him if J puts W's hands together when he says his prayers for him. He said that he did and now W does it himself. My heart melted. My sweet boy.

Shoe cubby holes

I have an incredible closet at the new house and have 48 cubby holes for shoes. J also has 48 cubby holes for his shoes which he is obviously not going to need so I probably have about 72 cubby holes for shoes but really only need exactly 48 right now. This much I have decided. That once my cubbies are filled, I cannot buy anymore shoes unless I get rid of a pair.

Moving Day..tick..tick..tick

Moving day is approaching quickly and we are scrambling to move the odds and ends before the movers get here. We must have taken atleast 4 trips loaded with stuff to the new house int he past 24 hours and I feel like the old house looks just as full as it did when we started. After the storm I swore that I wouldn't accumulate any unnecessary crap(UC). Is that really possible? and the problem is I am so overwhelmed with organizational thoughts and don't want to transfer the UC from one house to the other that I have ended up not moving hardly anything. Boy am I pooped.

The O.C.

I'm so upset. Finally, after a horrible season, the O.C. is on fire with Taylor and Ryan getting together. They are by my most favorite couple-besides Seth and Summer-on t.v. right now. and now they are cancelling it. I cannot believe it. It's by far the best teen drama on prime time and I just do not know how they will replace it. I will say a prayer for the show in hopes that they can stick around.

Keds Toe Cap Champions

We went to get a new pair of Keds for the Little Buddy yesterday. I really wanted a pair of red and another pair of white since we had to go barefoot to a friends house the other night since he played in a mud puddle and they were all wet. not that that was a big deal. The freind obviously didn't care but it was frickin' cold outside. So off we went to Haase's, our local children's shoe store. Been around since I was a kid. Much to my dismay they didn't have the traditional toe cap in red. They only had these scooter things. I didn't like them at all. Obviously people do or they wouldn't be selling them. I wasn't sure if Keds just didn't make them anymore or Haase's just wasn't carrying them. Thank goodness for the trusty internet. You know what I found out? I am sure you were wondering. From what I could find out on their website, they don't make them anymore. I even searched ebay and other sites and what I found miffed me even more. There are pink Keds around!!! But no red ones? I think they make them for Nordstroms. So here we sit with only white boring Keds. Not red. Not even blue. Just white.

Now, I always root for the little man. Especially since Katrina. But when prices vary so much I have to look to the internet sometimes. You can buy Keds on the Keds website for $10 cheaper than I have found anywhere. That's a big difference. But there is something to be said for Haase's. I will still buy them there despite the price difference because I am not yet confident in my ability to fit shoes to a toddler. And they are nice and been in the business a long time. But if you know your kid's size and can order them, I say go for it. Oh, and you can buy a pair of Toe Caps right now on ebay for $10, if you are really a bargain hunter.

I hope today was better than the last
although it wasn't too bad and went by pretty fast.

We woke up as usual and bundled up good
Took off for some hot coffee like we usually would.

We talked to the customers and and did a little dance
Gave everyone high five as if it was his last chance.

Once we got home I went Walmart
And W took a nap so that he could have a fresh start.

15 minutes after he went to sleep
The roofers came (who certainly aren’t cheap).

They woke up the little buddy with all of the banging such
I wanted to scream, "You think you’d be quieter since we’re paying you that much"

So we played around the house and was in a surprisingly good mood.
He drank some milk and ate a little food.

Until the time came for the desperately needed nap
He didn’t want to take it and put up a flap.

But he was a much happier kid when he finally woke up.
W looked at me like, “What’s for sup?”

So this day I thought I’d try something new
“I got Vienna Sausages! Just for you!”

He smeared them into a delicious paste
Another thing down the drain, what a waste.

So I tried some yogurt, he’ll always eat that.
He spit it out twice, like it would make him fat.

Here's your milk. You win, you win.
I won't give you Vienna sausages ever again.

I cooked dinner early and thought he would eat some peas
"What are you stupid?" W said, "Momma, please."

So the day was over and it was night night time
If I hadn’t started a “no wine” resolution the night would have been sublime.

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! Our New Year's dinner was pretty darn good. The coq au vin was better than I expected but terribly filling. Even J only had 2 thighs so I had plenty even after throwing away the over salted one. Liz made a delicious mocha chocolate swirl cake and it was deliciously decadent with the rose Champagne. If 2007 is half as "pretty" as that picture, it's going to be a good one.

W was in good spirits but would not take a photo with a party hat on his head so I settled for one at the table. He danced ALL night but hasn't yet figured out how to add the twirl at the end. He'll get it-what with all of his inherited rhythm.

Here's to a happy, healthy and joyful 2007!