Ann is hosting a virtual girls' night out tonight. It's kind of like Ultimate Blog Party. You get to sign the Mr. Linky, then pop by lots of blogs. Check out her blog and join up if you haven't already done so!
I don't suppose there's a way for me to lose 23 pounds by Tuesday, huh? I'm returning to the Alabama Shakespeare Festival, where I did my graduate work, to stage manage a reading next week. I can't wait!! But it would be cool to be the size I was LAST time I worked there. (8 years ago, very pre-baby)
My husband has to dress in full graduation regalia tomorrow morning and sit through the University's commencement ceremony. This? Is one of those times I am happy to just be a part-time instructor at the good ol' U of M. (Because panty hose + cap + gown + hot master's hoodie thing + 90 degree weather DO NOT make a happy Jen.)
In other news, I've decided that Dean may have a future in product testing. I think I should send him to the Fisher Price headquarters to offer his services. Tonight, he finished dinner before we did and wanted out of his high chair. We let him down, assuming he'd go and play with his fridge magnets. Instead, he went into the living room, picked up his lunchbox, then his toy piano and tossed both over the baby gate, tumbling to their certain death down the stairs into the "Bonus Room."(I've just been told our family room is a "Bonus Room" so I will now use that term lots and lots. With quotes.) We've been extra cautious with him this week, considering he did a full-on face-plant on the driveway Sunday night while playing with the neighbor's dog. He only has a small scrape on his forehead, which is juuuust about healed. See?
Gee, Dean, I'm not sure your smile is QUIIIITE big and cheesy enough. Could you try again, please?
He is so precious I could eat him, Cookie Monster bib and all. Tonight, he would taste like mango and string cheese.
Ann asked us if there was ever a time when we walked into a room and felt like everyone was staring at us. Yes. 6th grade in the cafeteria. I had a MASSIVE crush on an 8th grader. I went through the line to pick up my tray, then turned around to see HIM standing at the cash register, getting his lunch card punched. I did NOT see the girl about to run smack into me. Just as I entered the cafeteria dining room, I crashed into another girl, dropping my tray and falling flat on my fanny. My recovery line? "Well, I guess I won't be eating that!" (as she scoops up her hot buttered roll and fruit cocktail and runs for cover...) Ah, memories.
I hope everyone has a lovely weekend. Oh! If you're a mom of a toddler and you'd be interested in answering a few questions about your child's eating habits for my next Foodie Mama article, drop me an email. Thanks!
