Breakfast as harbinger of bad things to come?

Does anyone find it troubling that for breakfast I have, thus far, eaten a combination of bran cereal, organic cinnamon toast crunch (obviously that makes it OK, ;) ) and the small bit of brownie left from yesterday?

I think it’s safe to say that you won’t likely get any great food inspiration from me today, but I’ll try to motivate later. At the least, I’ll post more recipes.

Here’s hoping that most of you are not experiencing the gray shroud that is us DC-folks’ current sky design. Deeeeepressssing!

Adorable

Listening to Oliver via the monitor right now. He is talking to his crib friends (stuffed animals) and saying “I love you, I love you. Applesauce, ghostie? Yummy, I like it.” It is too darling!

Jack and I took a beloved teacher out to lunch today, and he got all dressed up for her. Button-down, belt, combed hair. He was precious. You should have heard him order: “May I please have kofta burgers, lemonade, french fries and a side of scallions?”

Hiding with brownies

Ok, I’ve hit the wall earlier than usual today and am now hiding inside with a pan of brownies while Tom cleans the grill, Jack shop-vacs the deck, and Oliver wails about everything we put away into the garage. “Raaaaake, sliiiiiiiide, gah-bage baaaag.” Really, it must be so hard to be 2, but really, it’s also hard to the mother in this context. Have mercy.

So thanks to Miss Flo, I am beyond wiped out and eating said pan of brownies with a spoon people. It’s that sad.

Alas, there is no cooking in my future tonight. In fact, and very sadly, we are having to raincheck dinner plans with dear friends. What is in my future is work, a glass of wine, US Weekly and bed.

Adios.