Breakfast for Dinner
This morning my daughter proudly presented me with breakfast in bed at 6:07. "Look Mommy, I brought you your own pickle!" she announced gleefully. I bought pickles yesterday and opened them just last night. When making lunch today, this is what I found in the fridge. This means she probably ate oh, about TEN PICKLES between last night and lunchtime? Can't wait to see the periorbital edema tomorrow.
Husband has been on call two weekends in a row (single parents, my hat is completely off to you.) With HODAD splashing in the toilet bowl (see Casapinka) and visiting his catfood issues again, it's been a bit hectic. What better way to celebrate the insanity than by having breakfast for dinner?
I'm trying to learn to take prettier photos.
Ketchup is Juniorette's favorite food (other than pickles) so I tried to pretend that I was this great creative mom who didn't let her eat real maple syrup followed by a popsicle for dessert and then sit her butt in front of Charlie and Lola for 2 hours (after she spilled half a bag of confectioners sugar on the stairs while transporting it to her play kitchen.) I'd like to say that we practiced long division and quantum physics and followed the libretto to La Boheme but no - we repeated past mistakes and removed more catfood from Junior and did some chalkboard art while dinner was sizzling and mom was cleaning up the sugar.
Don't even ask me why my kid doesn't have pants on. I'm lucky I even remember he requires diapers. Sandrine, don't laugh - I'm sure lots of moms don't know what size diaper their kid wears (husband SHUT UP) - the box says something like 16-25 pounds; it's not as if he needs a 34 C or it won't fit!!!
Yes, my mom failed to notice that yet again I'm eating catfood. Dad, would you pleeeeeeease listen to mom and stop buying canned food?
I am soooooooooo tired right now. Hubs, after working fours shifts this coming week and having the kiddos for two weekends in a row, doesn't mom deserve a fifth of bourbon dinner and a movie?
i'm sure at the moment then all you wanted to do would have been locking yourself in the closet with some alcohol and tweezers, but your recollection of events is hilarious. yes junior's nappies look rather small... and now that in laws are here, hannah isn't perpetually in her pajamas :P hehehehehe
Posted by: drey | July 22, 2007 at 11:37 PM
Ok Drey, in lateral shots the diaper always looks small. It's the same on Giselle in a bikini - trust me. I can assure all of you that his diapers fit him like a bestoke Armani banana hammock.
Posted by: casapinka | July 23, 2007 at 05:40 AM
there is absolutely nothing wrong with breakfast for dinner. it has become our tradition to have breakfast for dinner when hubski is on travel. (he is very traditional and certain foods should only be eaten at certain times of day.) however, hubski travels so much these days that we have breakfast for dinner about once a week. when my children host their first grown up dinner party, they will probably serve pancakes and bacon. :)
Posted by: teri | July 23, 2007 at 07:43 AM
Pink... they're the low-rider version of huggies.
Posted by: FAIRFAX | July 23, 2007 at 03:35 PM
half of the stuff i want to say i'd have to post anonymously. and frankly, i'm just too lazy. :) you crack me up.
i'm off to get another glass of wine. why yes i am breastfeeding.
ok, yes, there's pumped milk in the fridge and the little poopy head won't take formula at all. i'm not sure about catfood yet.
Posted by: rebecca | July 23, 2007 at 10:58 PM
I'm worn out after reading this.
Posted by: Di Overton | July 24, 2007 at 03:56 AM
Hi darling doctor,
I just wanted to say that your daughter's blackboard is amaaaaazing looking. Lacquer it just as is.
Posted by: Maryam in Marrakesh | July 24, 2007 at 12:10 PM
Oh.. kids they are so beautiful.
Posted by: Julie at BV | July 26, 2007 at 05:10 AM