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Transition to Solids

Ainsley started to make the transition to solids today. I'd say it was an overall success, and I discovered that she even has a real taste for pork products.

My personal chef, Avery, whipped up some ham, bacon, and hotdogs. Ainsley was in hog heaven, I tell you.



Much to my chagrin, she didn't take too well to the veggies. I had a little taste myself and I must admit there was something 'artificial' about them. Darn pesticides.


She dropped the other veggies faster than Dan Quayle can spell "tomatoe." Oh wait, that was "potatoe." Still...


After dinner, the kitchen was a mess, and I promised Avery I'd help clean up. I had a closer look at things and to my shock and horror, the cooking conditions and improper food storage were really atrocious.


There was food thrown in all willy-nilly with pots and pans and utensils, with no regard for refrigeration or, gasp, organization.


I'm pretty sure the sink didn't even have running water, and have a look-see at the pink glazed donut and the carton of OJ from this morning's breakfast just tossed into the dirty dish pile. I'm fairly certain these children are missing that Wash Dishes By Hand gene, just like their father is.


There was some evidence that a small amount of some cleaning had gone on at some point, but there's no telling when it took place, and whether or not antibacterial soap was used. I kind of doubt it considering there wasn't a cleaning product in sight.


After we did some organizing and food preparation/storage education with the chef, Ainsley tried her hand at baking. Somehow she instinctually knew to lick the wire beater, and when that was clean, she started in on the dang muffin pan. I guess I can't fault her for trying to clean as she cooks.



All in all, I'd say it was a productive day in the transition to solids. Tomorrow we're going to attempt rack of lamb with a white wine sauce and creme brulee for dessert.

In the wide, wide, wide, wide world

I have been wanting to capture Avery's constant rambling on video for a while, but she won't do it when she knows she's being videotaped. So I set up the video camera to record and left the room. Then I panicked about 45 seconds later because I thought she'd see the camera and inadvertantly break it.

I think the video basically speaks for itself. I'd say we've reached "talks non-stop" status, more or less. Hopefully you can figure out the meaning of the title.

Well, you're damned if you do and you're damned if you don't

I didn't want to 'upgrade' to the new version of Blogger. Unfortunately, though, when I logged in yesterday, the only choice I was given was to login to the "Old" Blogger one last time. As I logged in, I caught a glimpse of "you can only do this once," and I realized they were forcing me to upgrade. So there you have it, I've upgraded. Whoo.

What's the best part about this? I just tried to add the label "Blogger Can Suck It" to this post, and my publishing failed and instead I got a big fat "Error" screen.

Blogger rules!

My So-Called Life

Ahhh, I remember the days of going out late at night and staying up until the wee hours of morning. It's been too long since I've done that.

Last night I went out with my girlfriends on a whim. Just decided at 8pm that I was going to shower and meet up with them after telling them I had too much to do and couldn't come. (I hosted a shower here for very close friend of mine today and last night when I left I had about 60% of the work left to do...)

I left the house last night with no plan for when I'd come home and made no promises to my husband that I'd be back in time to feed the baby. There was milk in the fridge for her and he could deal with it this time. It was SOOOOO his turn.

I stayed out for a few hours, had a couple of drinks, talked to some old friends. I think I took this stuff for granted way back when when I had these freedoms. I never realized how freeing it is to go out for an evening and not worry about anyone but yourself. It's been much too long.

So I'm adding to my list of New Year's Resolutions. Once a month I'm going to put the girls to bed and go out and do whatever the hell I want to for a few hours. I need the escape. All those years I partied it up and never thought twice about how I might not have that freedom when I "grew up." Now I'm all grownded up and in need of a barstool and a drink and a few hours of nothing but... nothing!

Just a couple of pictures for the heck of it

Ain't all it's 'cracked' up to be...

Seriously people, please, please, for the love of all that is good and decent, put your freaking butt cracks away. I am so tired of having to look at your ass cracks every time I go into public.

Put them away!

Cover them!

Wear clothing made to fit you, not someone four sizes smaller.

I can't take seeing any more butt crack! Something that used to just be reserved for plumbers has now become a national epidemic. Next thing we know it'll be cool to have sweat rings under your pits. What about hairy backs? Let's make those popular too!

Get it?

Don't give up on me...

My husband has been out of town for several days and things have been a little hectic around here. I will be back soon!