What a week. Draining in every possible way. I hit a wall a few days ago and decided to start the whole weaning process with Griff. He's 21 months..I feel like I've done my job and 99% of me is ready to be done with it. I don't know what is harder...nursing a toddler on demand or weaning that toddler. So..I've been shoving food in his face every minute I can. And when I'm not doing that and he's trying to nurse I'm spending my days redirecting...and let me tell you, it's not easy on this 43 yr old body to sit on the floor and play trains. Seriously..when did it start to hurt to sit Indian style?
I hate tv. Griffy watches it when I take a shower or when I'm making dinner..generally it's Barney or Calliou. And I'm sorry..but I think Calliou is a BRAT! The kid is constantly whining about something!
Can I tell you how thankful I am that we're in the 1-2" of rain section of this map?
We're going away in a few weeks. This body hasn't seen the sun in a LONG time. Hoping this stuff will help me not look so ghost like as I prepare to bare my arms and legs for the first time in too many months.
That looks like an easy way to drink your milk Griff.
Another fab recipe from Ina's book. Lemon chicken...easy and delicious. Big hit with the family.
And I'll leave you with this.
I should say I'm a bit obsessed with taking pregnancy tests. Like border line crazy. I throw these things in the grocery cart like I'm throwing in a loaf of bread. So, I had it in my crazy head that I was pregnant this week. I got myself all wound up. Started talking about names with Steve...looking at Gap Maternity's cute summer stuff...stalking blogs with new babies or pregnant moms. You know..all normal stuff. One day I took two tests. Not right in a row..c'mon. I'm not THAT bad. I waited a few hours in between. I'd stare at that ONE line wishing it were two. I'd throw it in the trash..then an hour later go back up and dig it out of the trash...just to make sure.
What is wrong with me?
Besides the obvious.