Dinner?

So, I set out to make dinner tonight, all excited because it'd likely be the first dinner for me to make since baby boy was born. After entering the kitchen, I hear the sudden wailing of lil'S. (He screams bloody murder in his sleep when he's hungry. Pretty funny to watch when he wakes up and suddenly stops crying.) I head on into the bedroom, pick up my little Bundle, and return to the kitchen, unsuccessfully attempting to comfort my apparently STARVING little boy. One-handed, I smile and pull out the bag of frozen brown rice. SCORE. I don't have to figure out how to handle a heavy pot one-handed afterall! However, I did tell H she could help measure and cook the rice for tonight. How am I going to handle this one? I then pull out the buried frozen stir-fry veggies and put them in a more visible location in the freezer. Then, out comes the chicken breasts S picked up yesterday at Food Lion for *$1.59/lb* (YES, BONELESS, SKINLESS!!!)--nice, there's a couple pieces in a zip-top bag so I don't have to try to deal with a tightly wrapped package--and the bottle of teriyaki sauce. Open the zip-top bag one-handed, pour in the sauce, seal it back up still one-handed, plop it around on the counter to get it all mixed together, and, ta-da! I've got the chicken marinating for tonight. And everything else easy for S to throw on the stovetop once he comes home in 5 minutes because I'm obviously going to be nursing this still screaming child.

Well, I tried, right?? Kudos for me! ;)

And that screaming child? Well, I guess he just realized he hadn't finished eating after falling asleep half-way thru! Back to being Mom. . . . :)

My lil' 9-pounder

Okay, here are some awake, pacifier-less pictures for you all!

Just Too Cute!

Sorry lil' S is 1) asleep and 2) stuck with a pacifier in his mouth! I just hadn't gotten any good picts for a while, he'd just had a bath, and the lighting outside was still nice.

Blessings of Less

Over the past few years, S and I have tried to improve our lives by clearing out the clutter. Here's a blog posting he emailed me the other day, one that applies to our children.

Fewer Toys?

Clearing out H's toys, with her excited involvement even, is actually much easier than clearing out my own stuff. Imagine that. . . . ;)

Look-a-like Contest

Which religious leader does Baby Boy look like in this picture?