Lady Infant is napping, and Sir Toddler is enclosed in his crib for his lately inconsistent "nap" time, so here we are with my first ever link-up with This Ain't the Lyceum. Here are a few thoughts kicking around here these days.
1. I made fancy shmancy oatmeal.
There's a (boring) story behind this: I've been trying to shake up breakfast a little bit since I've gotten really sick of cold cereal and the sugar crash that comes with it. Although my recipe of choice lately has been just salt+pepper+butter+oatmeal (bulletproof?), I did really fancy it up after I tried a recipe that called for 8 oz. of ricotta. Naturally, the grocery store only had 32 oz. containers, so I had to use up quite a bit of extra in the four seconds it takes for ricotta to go bad after it's opened. I made a (not pictured because we gobbled it up) ricotta cheesecake from The Italian Slow Cooker, and still had a bit left, so I decided to add it with some leftover lemon juice and sugar to fancy up some steel-cut oats. It was like having ricotta cheesecake with oatmeal, which was much tastier than it sounds. Try it!
2. It's August? How is that possible? Maybe because we had such a long wait for nice weather in New England, this summer has flown by, and I feel like my inability to get out the door before lunchtime with both kids has meant that we've barely taken the time to enjoy it. I'm trying to get over my disgust with our shared backyard-with-no-enclosure-full-of-weeds-and-anthills and the pointlessness of trying to improve rental land that is also a minefield of dog feces.
3. Lately, if I leave the two littles alone for a few minutes, I've been walking into scenes like this:
7. If I've heard it once, I've heard it many times that it's pointless to force potty training on a kid who isn't ready. The thought of the whole process gives me nightmares because I haven't done it before and I'm not eager to spend so much time scrubbing poop and pee out of all of the upholstered purchases in the house. However, we spent two mornings now where Sir Toddler played peacefully sans pants and diaper for an hour, asked to put his diaper on, and then promptly soiled it. So I'd say we're halfway there.
1. I made fancy shmancy oatmeal.
There's a (boring) story behind this: I've been trying to shake up breakfast a little bit since I've gotten really sick of cold cereal and the sugar crash that comes with it. Although my recipe of choice lately has been just salt+pepper+butter+oatmeal (bulletproof?), I did really fancy it up after I tried a recipe that called for 8 oz. of ricotta. Naturally, the grocery store only had 32 oz. containers, so I had to use up quite a bit of extra in the four seconds it takes for ricotta to go bad after it's opened. I made a (not pictured because we gobbled it up) ricotta cheesecake from The Italian Slow Cooker, and still had a bit left, so I decided to add it with some leftover lemon juice and sugar to fancy up some steel-cut oats. It was like having ricotta cheesecake with oatmeal, which was much tastier than it sounds. Try it!
2. It's August? How is that possible? Maybe because we had such a long wait for nice weather in New England, this summer has flown by, and I feel like my inability to get out the door before lunchtime with both kids has meant that we've barely taken the time to enjoy it. I'm trying to get over my disgust with our shared backyard-with-no-enclosure-full-of-weeds-and-anthills and the pointlessness of trying to improve rental land that is also a minefield of dog feces.
The rope is my attempt at a barrier to keep him out of several stinky messes. Seriously, what is wrong with people?
3. Lately, if I leave the two littles alone for a few minutes, I've been walking into scenes like this:
It warms my heart to see their relationship as siblings budding.
4. When do toddlers drop their naps? I'm hoping we have a few more months of napping, but my inability to get us out in the morning plus some probing for potty readiness means that Sir Toddler doesn't always get out the wiggles. We've been trying to get out in the morning here and there to help him along.
He's learning how to walk with me instead of riding in the stroller, which helps wear him out even faster.
5. Lady Infant is finally starting some solids. She continues to earn her nickname of Queen Baby, as her Majesty won't sit in the high chair for very long without fussing, and showed very little interest in solid food at all until I whipped this out and stuffed it with chunks of cooked sweet potato:
She does have eyes. We're just not ready to plaster the internet with public pictures of our kids' faces.
I know there are easier-to-clean feeders out there, but someone gave us this one for Sir Toddler as a baby, and since he cried every time I tried to give it to him, it was just laying around unused.
6. Does anybody else hate the word "chunks"? And all other related words (chunk, chunky, etc.)? I'm stretching this, I know. #1 is so long, though!
7. If I've heard it once, I've heard it many times that it's pointless to force potty training on a kid who isn't ready. The thought of the whole process gives me nightmares because I haven't done it before and I'm not eager to spend so much time scrubbing poop and pee out of all of the upholstered purchases in the house. However, we spent two mornings now where Sir Toddler played peacefully sans pants and diaper for an hour, asked to put his diaper on, and then promptly soiled it. So I'd say we're halfway there.
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| Unrelated, I know. But how lucky are we to be walking distance from a construction site? |
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