I like my book. I like my futon. I like my teeth.
So we met Santa. Turns out, he makes pepperoni rolls with Danish dough that he folds butter into for three days. True story. Ian liked looking at Santa, but wasn’t so sure about sitting in his lap. He wanted to cry but held it together for the photo shoot. However, once mama was trying to […]Read Post ›
Well it appears that the fourth time’s the charm. Dr. Nancy Blumstein is wonderful! Real, present, she listened and looked me in the eye and shook my hand and everything. Ian didn’t cry and she takes insurance and we’re on the exact same page in the gnarly book entitled Vaccinations. I’m sold. Here’s Ian’s stats […]Read Post ›
There was a lot of it. It was delicious. As my friend and client, Denise, wisely told us, cut your turkey and put it on top of the stuffing. Done in an hour and a half, juicy with crisp skin, and the stuffing has soaked up all the drippings. Swoon. Spiced yam […]Read Post ›
A while back, my midwife (and friend) brought my family some delicious African Groundnut Stew, and I’ve been wanting to recreate it ever since. Over the weekend, I boiled a beautiful organic chicken, thinking we would enjoy said chicken all week, but then husband magically got the entire week off work, so we’ve been playing […]Read Post ›
I’m laying on the couch, feeling like death. Mastitis got me yet again. Ian, however, is having the adventure of his life. Literally. His best Debbie took him to her son’s school for story time (she was reading spooky stories), and the whole class thought he was pretty neat. Here he is, being held by […]Read Post ›