I've had two cooking blunders this pregnancy. The first ended in lots of tears. The second just made me laugh:
Several weeks ago I decided to make chicken and rice, the easy kind you just pour rice in the baking dish, covered in cream-of-chicken and topped with frozen chicken and then popped in the oven for a couple hours. EASY-PEASY. Except I put the chicken directly on top of the rice and THEN poured the cream-of-chicken on top. When my timer went off I was so happy that dinner was easy and ready. I went to dish up and realized all of the BROWN rice under the chicken (which was most of it) was nearly raw still and just started bawling. Luckily it was inexpensive and I later used the cooked chicken in really yummy pad thai.
This morning I was making French toast for breakfast-the kids' favorite breakfast. I wasn't paying much attention when I was grabbing spice out of the cupboard to add to the eggs. I realized my blunder once the first piece was cooking and suddenly the kitchen smelled like CUMIN! Ugh. Pregnancy + 8am + cumin = nauseous! I started over and this time made sure I used cinnamon in the eggs. Oh, and it was delicious.
I love that he says, "so-so" for sorry.
I love the way he jumps around and grunts, he's so boyish.
His pouty face makes me laugh.
I love that he and Ruth are different. I have been a little confused because I've been trying to discipline and interact with him the same way I have with Ruth and he doesn't respond the same way. Then I realized it's great, he's his own person! I love that he takes his time when eating treats...he'll seriously take ten minutes to savor 5 fruit snacks.
I love how loving he is; he loves to give kisses.
I love that he loves his sister, he wants to be just like her. Some of the most recent thing he's picked up from her include pretending to be a cat, and saying "1, 2, 3" and naming any letter he sees as "E." Also he calls most colors either blue or green.
He is also amazing at throwing. I told Brad that he'd been throwing everything within sight and Brad said we should just tell him he's not allowed to throw things anymore. The next day Will threw a ball from across the room to Brad. Brad then changed his mind about not allowing throwing because he doesn't want to jeopardize Will's amazing pitching career.
I love that instead of saying "YEE-ha!" like a cowboy he says "hee-HA" like a donkey.
In Ruth news, she saw Sesame Street for the first time today. She has renamed everyone in the family: Brad is Grover, I am Big Bird, Ruth is Cookie Monster, Will is Count Dracula and baby sister is Sesame Street! She's actually called us these names all afternoon, we'll see how long this lasts.
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So cute! I'm also trying to document Brynn's new stuff too...she's really developed into quite the 3 year old and says the funniest things. Miss you guys!
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