7 Quick Takes

Joining Jen and the givettes ... you know the drill.


1.

Cuz I'm craftay.
I think it's called nesting.

No, I might not decorate a tree and wrap gifts for Christmas or grill burgers on Memorial day but the kids will remember me fondly as the mom that planned and executed elaborate displays of scary for Halloween. Costumes Schmostumes -- we've got fatty bats in the house. Be intimated.

2. Simon and I equally grossed each other out with our lunch choices yesterday. He said to "take it to the blog!!" to prove that I'm the grosser eater. His meal: mac and powdered cheese drenched* ** in ketchup (vom, vom, and vom again) and my meal: soy beans (edamame is the profesh name, I believe) and shredded mozzarella (admittedly not a fancy feast). You decide. I better win.

*Simon says he prefers "adult Fettucini alfredo with a light tomato sauce"
**Grace says he is delusional 

3. And typing of gross meals, Julia has eaten an entire apple - core, seeds, stem on two separate occasions this week. What does it all mean? I'll tell you ... it means that she has serious stomach ish at three in the am that a half awake Simon suggested we rectify by just "letting her get in bed with us".

Um. Hell to the absolutely never ever no. No.

Caged for life.

4. I think I'm going to need to demote myself from the torture that is Crazy J to the monotony that is Summer Sanders for the remainder of this gestational period. I usually just stare and pant during the ab minutes and even the modified moves are getting to be a little too much. I'll blame the physics of my bell and the anatomy of my lazy.

5. If you've had the pleasure of visiting our abode in the past month or so you probably saw that 60% of our spacious kitchen's counter space was occupied by this gleaming beauty ...

you like that little peek of blurred bat? I thought so.

because Sebastian's stomach does not discriminate and would go through and eat a handful of dryer lint, an entire banana peel, the squishy innards of a used diaper, coffee grounds, a waxy Q-tip, you get the appetizing photo. Before you suggest the logical: put the trash can in a cabinet ... I'll tell you that our cabinets are approximately tall enough to house coffee mugs and dwarves' newborns ... something I imagine broaching with the former owners that "completely remodeled and updated the kitchen" and even a bathroom trashcan would be a squeeze. Short story long? We finally sprang for a trashcan with a lid. I'll keep you posted on this and less exciting developments in the future.

6. Did you enter the shoe giveaway that ends tomorrow? I would.

7. Simon just learned the invaluable lesson to never ever blindly stick a finger in a diaper you suspect just might be soiled. I can't stop laughing.

And now I'm off to go do something even less productive with my life.


To Jen's with you.