Thursday, September 25, 2008
- Come on. No letter that has Dr. Spock as a reference should be taken seriously. After all, think about how all of those kids turned out. And the name just says it all. Spock.
- So if it's inhumane to milk cows, why in the world are they suggesting we should start milking humans? Granted, these moms are paid for their liquid gold, but, like my friend Kim said, I really don't like being compared to a cow.
- Though the technical definition of "cannibalism" refers to eating flesh, I'd say milk is close enough, unless you're younger than a year old. See #4.
- As I'm sure the majority of the population will agree with me, that's just disgusting. Besides, do all moms taste the same anyway?
- I don't really think changing the milk in ice cream would change the course of human life as we know it. People aren't obese because of the milk in ice cream. People are obese because they can astonishingly consume huge amounts of ice cream, and that's after they've snarffed down 3 Big Macs and 2 large orders of fries. With a large soda. For breakfast.
- When pediatricians say "breast is best" I'm not quite sure this is what they have in mind. They're usually referring to infants and babies, not full-grown human adults.
So what say you? Willing to try some all-natural ice cream? After all, it's probably nice and heart-healthy, seeing as it has no cow's milk-can't claim that it has no dairy, since the technical definition has to do with milk, and not just cow's milk. So does that mean that lactose-intolerant people can now fully partake in one of life's more simpler pleasures?
As for me, I'll have to pass. However, being a nursing mom, I'm mildly curious as to what those Swedish moms from the article are paid...
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Friday, September 12, 2008
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
1 cup creamy peanut butter
1 stick butter (room temp)
2 cups powdered sugar (it says sifted, but honestly, I was too lazy, and who sifts anymore?)
3-4 tablespoons milk
2 teaspoons vanilla extract
On low speed, beat peanut butter and butter for 30 seconds. Add powdered sugar, 3 tablespoons milk, and vanilla. Blend on low speed until well combined, about 1 minute. Increase speed to medium until frosting lightens and is fluffy, about 1 minute more. If it seems too stiff, add up to 1 tablespoon more of milk.
I beat mine a little longer so it was a little more fluffy. Delicious!
Monday, September 8, 2008
But he did okay. I wasn't expecting much, and I certainly didn't expect a prodigy (good thing, huh?). But he was having fun (most of the time)and I do have hopes that maybe he'll be potty-trained by the time soccer is over. In the past month, Taylor has not once told me he has to go pee. However, Thursday, while we were leaving, we walked by a port-a-potty. He sees a man walk out and immediately decides he has to go pee. Geez, of all the times to decide to tell me he has to go. So I get all fired-up thinking this is the beginning of a new life for him. I was tempted to tell him to just go in his diaper (after all, come on! Did he have to tell me when only a port-a-potty is available?) but I sucked it up and took him inside. After touching everything he could get his hands on in there (I wanted to vomit, and bathed him in hand sanitizer afterward), he actually did go pee. But he didn't tell me he had to go pee again... until Saturday after his game when we walked by the same port-a-potty. I'm not looking forward to tomorrow when we have to walk by the same one again. Maybe I should just rent one and put it in my backyard...
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
- You know that plastic tab thing you're supposed to pull off of the milk carton the first time you open it to take the cap off? He doesn't pull it off all the way, so he leaves it dangling there for me to pull off later.
- He forgot our last anniversary.
- He takes his socks off inside-out, so that they go through the wash inside-out as well. So then I go to sort socks, put them right-side-out, and all the dirt that was on them falls all over my newly-vacuumed floor.
- After he changes the boys' diapers, he won't close them up: he leaves them lying open like nobody's business.
- He forgot our last anniversary.
- He won't clean the "extras" when he cleans the kitchen i.e. the leftover dishes that either have to be hand-washed or won't fit into the dishwasher (though I think I probably have his family to blame for this one).
- He still insists on wearing his holey T-shirts from high-school out in public.
- He forgot our last anniversary (I'm obviously not going to let him forget this one).
Why He's So Freakin' Awesome!
- The man has got some awesome dance moves. But before you sign him up for "Dancing With the Stars" keep in mind that they're awesome because they make me laugh until I'm about to wet my pants.
- When the house gets a little too dirty, I get close to totally freaking out. And he's nice enough to stop what he's doing and ask me what he can do to help.
- The man can't multi-task to save his life. BUT put a football game on while he's playing the Wii, do a split-screen with the TV, and he can still kick some trash.
- He finally likes my enchiladas better than his mom's (thank goodness, considering I'm Mexican and his mom isn't- sorry Linda :).
- He's brutally honest. When I made my first meatloaf, he said, "Do I have to try it?"
- He makes up songs. And I'm not talking lullabies for Taylor. I'm talking full-length songs that don't always rhyme... complete with his falsetto voice.
- He's an awesome daddy, with a ton more patience than I have.
- Even though I totally torched him for forgetting our anniversary, he tried his hardest to make up for it and felt sufficiently contrite (still, I feel it's my right as a wife to hold it over him for the rest of his life... at least until I get a surprise trip to Hawaii for our anniversary or an eternity band from Tiffany's).
You're awesome, honey!