A celebratory day

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Jack was beyond excited about turning eight this morning. I was up at 5:30, and I know he was too because I saw his light, but he was so good and stayed in his room until 6:30 during which time I decorated and put out his gifts. In addition to various Poké-presents, he received many cards, some books and the programming software he recently used at camp to make...wait for it...a Pokémon-themed video game. Bless his obsessive heart. I gave him The Westing Game, one of my favorite childhood books, and we have already had such a blast reading the first few chapters. Did you ever read it? Delightful! Wonderful! Even as adults you'd enjoy it. Oliver really rose to the occasion today and willingly took his Advil so as to be "healthy" for a full 18 holes of mini-golf, a diner lunch and a trip to Target where he continued to be so vexed by the choices that he was again unable to spend the gift card he received eons ago. He did manage TWO holes-in-one, to all of our complete surprise, and to eat only sugar-products for the entire day. Alas. They are the cutest brothers!

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I made a lovely dinner inspired by my desire to use some of the NM chiles in the ristra my friend, Laura, sent me a while back. I cooked down in my Lodge, some onions and garlic, cumin, coriander, cinnamon, chicken broth and three rehydrated (and destemmed and largely deseeded) chiles; once that was all deliciously stewed, I pureed it in my blender and then poured it back over some cumin- and coriander-spiced turkey meatballs which I'd lightly pan-fried in ye olde Lodge and then nestled together. I covered, baked for 18, uncovered and cooked for two more, and we definitely enjoyed these!

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Alongside, I had T grill some summer squash which I'd tossed with olive oil, cumin, coriander and lime juice; once done, I spooned in some lime-avocado crème fraîche sauce. Divine.

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Homemade chocolate chip cookies for dessert, some more Westing Game, and now we're all crashed in bed, aching for sleep. Happy 4th, all!

Willy? Filming pie-making

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On the way to camp this morning, Ol said I should get pregnant again. I let him know that he and Jack were perfect and enough for me, and there would be no more babies coming our way. "Mommy, how do babies get made?"

"Well, Oliver, men make something called 'sperm..."

Jack: "OLIVER, it comes from your PENIS!"

"and, ladies are born with many eggs, and when the two meet, a baby is formed."

"Where does the baby live in the mommy?"

Thinking this all stemmed from our recent viewing of The Adventures of Milo and Otis in which, you might recall from a recent post about said viewing, cat and dog babies are born in a seriously graphic way, I answered very earnestly:

"In the uterus which is a really neat and strong muscle that houses the baby."

"How does the baby get out?"

"The neat and strong uterus pushes the baby out when it's time."

"Well, I want a little baby named Willy."

People, this is not where I thought this story was going. Who is Willy? Why is that the preferred name? And why did I go on and on about uteri when ultimately Oliver just wanted to let me know he wanted a baby named Willy to join the fold?

In hysterics, I left them at camp and scurried home to scour my kitchen and organize -read: throw the bag of hamburger buns into my Tupperware cabinet and relocate the toasted to the basement- because foodie friend C and I were to soon demo the My Lil' Pie Maker for the local news. Now, the incredibly beautiful anchor is our friend and knows how much we like to cook, so we did have that in, but we were SO excited, and yes, you'll be able to see us on the 5:00 news next Tuesday night. I will share the exact details when I know them.

It was great fun, and although I do not recommend the My Lil' Pie Maker for a whole host of reasons (watch the news to find out), filming was a blast.

You know that piece of pizza I felt so smug to have squirreled away last night? Yeah, joke's on me because I just went to get it for a snack and damn if hubs hadn't eaten it earlier. Grr, hubs, grr.