Sophie and I got a girl's day out today. Victoria had a slumber party and Josiah went to Six Flags with his bestest friend in the whole wide world.
I had to track down a movie theatre in the area that was still playing the American Girl Doll movie. Seems it got bumped from a bunch of theatres because of The Dark Knight. I had been promising her all week we would go. Most of the showings were too early. I finally found one in Annapolis that was showing at 4:10pm.
I got everyone else to where they were going and we headed out. I was super excited because there is an Amish market AND a Whole Foods in the same shopping center. I needed more truffles (Yes, I finished off the box I bought Monday night, but in my defense I shared with the kids, my mom, my sister in law, and broke them out on TV Thursday.) and wanted to grab some creme fraiche since no local store sells it.
The movie was good, but a bit of a tear jerker. Not once, not twice, but like 5 times at least. The Great Depression was definitely depressing. The cool thing was almost every group that came in consisted of a mom, some kids, and a great grandma (at least, I'm assuming it was a great grandma, they all looked like my Mom-Mom). There was even an elderly couple by themselves. I couldn't help but think that my Mom-Mom would've enjoyed it, considering she lived through the Great Depression herself.
After the movie we hit up Whole Foods. I bought my truffles and creme fraiche. I also picked up some cute grocery bags that were made from recycled plastic bottles. I love me some reusable bags. I hate plastic grocery bags with a vengence. They always seem to multiply and it's gotten to the point that I feel horribly guilty throwing them away knowing they are just going to sit in a landfill somewhere. The hardest thing is making sure I remember to take my bags into the grocery store when I shop.
On the way home, Sophie was dropping hints about going to dinner at Sakura, a Japanese hibachi restaurant. I was trying to steer her toward a local Korean restaurant, even reminding her that Jon and Kate Plus 8 just made Korean food. She could have some just like they made. She wasn't buying it though.
Steve got home shortly after us, and was like, let's go to Sakura, without Soph ever saying a word. Needless to say, she was thrilled. She was also thrilled to find she is too old for the kid's menu, so she got an adult portion. Nothing like a good dinner and enough leftovers for lunch the next day. Knowing Sophie, she may just break it out for breakfast.
So, anyway, I'm rambling. Soph's in bed, so Steve and I are going to curl up and watch a movie.
I post this rather sheepishly
because I know it's not extraordinary to grow tomatoes. I've read they're
some of the easiest vegetables to grow. But, for me the following photo
does show a gardening feat (as I tend to kill anything green)...or at least vast
improvement from where I was in garden cultivation a couple years ago.
They taste amazing. Which is definitely worth the little bit of work it takes. Also, in the age of the salmonella scare the peace of mind knowing these were grown in my backyard helps.
I will definitely be growing more of these babies in subsequent years. Now if only I could move to a new residence with a little more land...
He loves me not?
Before 8 o'clock this morning, I changed my clothes twice (not including pajamas). Yes, that's right - I'm in my third outfit of the day.
My sweet little boy decided to throw applesauce at me at breakfast as his way of letting me know that his teeth hurt. After a stern "We do not throw things at Mommy", he started crying and promptly finished his applesauce. Once he was done with breakfast, I changed my clothes.
While I did that, I let him play for a while. Before long he came to me, arms open and a big grin on his face... and a certain odor emanating from his rear. I hugged him tightly, then put him down to change his diaper. (After all, I had no intention of letting him sit in a dirty diaper for any length of time.) He put up a good fight, but I succeeded in getting his diaper off... only to have him reach over and throw it (and all its contents) at me. This resulted in another stern "We do not throw things, especially at Mommy!" and a hasty cleaning and rediapering from me and a few additional water works from The Boy.
Let's just say I've never been so happy to drop him off at school and come to work.
Moonpie didn't go poop yesterday but once in the morning. I knew that when he finally went it was going to be big. Well, he waited over night. Nothing. At about 10:30 this morning he had just finished a boob and was laying on a pillow in my lap. All sweet, smiley, cooing. So nice. Then SPLAT! GREEN POOP EXPLOSION! It was so forceful that it came out the side of his diaper in a big wave and went all over him, the pillow, and then right down into my lap. NICE!
I couldn't do anything but laugh as I stripped both of us down and got his bath ready. It was probably the first bath where he was actually visibly dirty and needed to be cleaned! GROSS! But kind of funny.
I almost grabbed the camera but then decided that it was not a moment that he would like for me to preserve for posterity. I kind of regret that decision.
It is hot in NYC today..after touring Ellis Island, the Statue of Liberty, and shopping in SOHO we needed to take a break. We stopped at Balthazar for some pastries, and lemonade. I have to say the lemonade was wonderful, though a meal there would have been better.
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