Dough! Nuts!

Attention: I Hate Donuts.

Ok. You still there? Just give me a chance to defend myself.

Donuts are like the imposter dessert. The Milli Vanilli of sweet things. If I wanted to eat bread, I'd eat bread. When I want something sweet, though, I expect something that resulted from the mass murder of many cocoa beans. It's only fair.

That said: OhMiGawd! Someone take me here right now. Actually: yesterday. Take me here YESTERDAY!

Sublime Donuts

I want this one

And this one

And this one

And then I'd like to bath in this one, please. Thanks.

This is SUCH a crucial priority for me when we move. Who wants to join?

Groundhog Day Giveaway

Well, Punxsutawney Phil saw his shadow this morning; graciously granting us six more weeks of winter (let's be honest though... we'll probably have another three months of winter in Connecticut).

So, to brighten the mood of all you moms/moms-to-be/friends of moms out there, check out this $50 giveaway on LA Stylist Mom. Jillybean Green has all of the uniqueness of a high end baby boutique, but the prices are great.

Oh, and can we please talk about how we went out to eat with Evie THREE times last week and not once did she have a melt down?!? It's like 7 months happened and all of a sudden we feel like what I always imagined a family would feel like. It's magical. Now I just need those doctor people to figure out a way to make it so that I can BIRTH a seven month old. Then, my friends, we'd be in business.

Can we also talk about how freakin' excited I am for this show because, well, I fully expect to be one of those s0-embarrassing-my-life-is-over kind of moms... and not even because I want to be... I just know myself well enough to know that there will be times I am unable to resist doing the robot in the carpool lane. So sue me.

This is What Happens...

...when you throw a string of spaghetti on the ceiling to check if it is cooked...

and then you look up SIX HOURS LATER and realize that you forgot to get it down...

Why My Triceps are Going to be Awesome...

I mean...your life doesn't really change all that much when you have a baby. You just have to function as though you ONLY HAVE ONE ARM. Basically...having a baby is like becoming an amputee...except that instead of getting an indestructible, titanium limb in its place you get a squirmy little ball of chub that coos.

Are we destined to eat meals like this for the rest of our lives? It does make dinner-time interesting, at least.

Operation Eggplant

This morning, as I was reflecting on all of the advice that I got from my last post (thanks everyone!), something inside of me snapped. I became a woman on a mission. My mission: get this child OUT OF ME. I know that I am only one day late...and that many women (especially first time moms) go way longer than I have...but I am so type A and this is killing me. Just the fact that anything associated with me has the word "late" attached to it makes me want to pull my hair out one angry strand at a time.

So this morning I woke up and promptly kicked my husband out of bed so that I could clean the house...starting with the bed he was occupying, of course. Two floors of scrubbed tiles and hardwoods later I began to think that this Old Wives Tale is probably not an Old Wives Tale, at all...it is probably an Old Husband's Tale. Some evil man out there, in an effort to give his over-pregnant wife something to do...and because I am sure he thought it was hilarious (he is evil, remember) made this one up.

When the floor scrubbing did not work, I decided that I was going to hunt down some Eggplant Parmesan to eat for lunch. We live in a very small town, so this was no minuscule task. Then I found it...approximately 30 minutes away, in Manchester, a labor-inducing-dish was waiting for me, ready to cure me of my achy back and pelvis. So we drive (Graham goes with me because, frankly, at this point I am sure he fears for his life, or at least for his most prized appendage, should he say no).

We get to Bertucci's and sit down. In all honesty I am not really looking forward to this meal from an eating standpoint because I am not a big fan of eggplant. In fact, I have only ever had it in breaded, fried and cheese-covered form (and what wouldn't be good prepared that way?). I order the Eggplant Parma...and here is where my troubles began. "Oh" she says "That isn't breaded. Just thought I would let you know. That changes some people's minds." Not? Breaded? Gross. But I forge ahead. There is no other comparable dish on the menu, and this is still the closest to the real thing.

Then our meal comes. Apparently the waitress misunderstood. She must have thought I had ordered "Poop-plant Parmesan". Not only is it not breaded, but it is not fried, and it is not smothered in cheese. It is barely dusted with cheese.

I start making gagging noises, and Graham looks at me, disappointed. I know that I am being a baby...an embarrassing-to-be-seen-with-23-year-old-child, but I truly think that I am going to be sick if I attempt to eat this dish...I have not had any food aversions so far in this pregnancy (in fact, I have been less picky than usual)...but even the smell grossed me out.

"You said you would do anything" my nemesis taunts. I take a fork-full.

It is literally the slimiest, most horrible thing that I have ever put in my mouth. I have not felt so disgusted by food since the time, when I was 11, I threw up at the dinner table after my Dad made me eat scrambled eggs. Apparently I have food texture issues.

I get about five bites down...three of them accompanied by a large chunk of bread (to help with the texture). Every fork-full makes my body convulse. I am done. Operation Eggplant was the most gigantic of failures.

Oh, and I am taking the baby ticker off of my site because it is mocking me. "You're baby is 1 day old". Stupid ticker, I hate you.

Best Thursday EVER!!!

Graham brought me home CUPCAKES from work last night. Putting it mildly, his boss is the BOMB! Nothing else is remotely worth posting about compared to this:

Note: There was a coconut flavored one (pictured above) and a chocolate-peanut butter flavored one. They are both being happily digested by my stomach juices right about now. Yum.

I Have to Have This!!

I know that it will be a long time before the little acrobat in my stomach is out and eating food...but I have found something that I am dying to get!!

The Beaba Babycook just started being offered in the States by Williams-Sonoma. They have been using them in France for years (but don't hold that against the appliance).

You pick the fruit, veggie, or meat...then peel and dice it...and this amazing little thing does the rest. It steams and purees. You can know exactly what your little one is eating (no preservatives or sugar in this mushed up banana!).

Two other amazing things: 1) An apple costs a WHOLE lot less than even one jar of babyfood...and one apple would make about 4 servings in the Babycook. 2) It is green!!

We are having a major snow day here today...so Graham and I are staying warm and hanging out inside. I am sparing you the pictures and details...I know you're all like "We get it. It snows there. Geeze!!".

Evening Snacks

Graham and I were having a very serious conversation last night about some things that are going on in our family when he suddenly burst into laughter shouting

"I HAVE TO TAKE A PICTURE OF THAT!!"

Now...not only is this something that one never wants said while someone is pointing at them...but also: it was downright confusing. Someone tell me what is so hysterical about my chocolate yogurt.

Also, please disregard the bulbous belly hanging over my sweatpants...that is not the frozen yogurt's fault...coincidentally, that is my HUSBAND'S fault.

Our Newest Addition

Life is extremely busy right now and that gives way to a lot of good posting material...so I will be writing a lot this week.

One of my favorite things about Connecticut thus far is the prevalence of locally grown food. It doesn't seem quite fair that we are able to help the environment just by eating delicious, fresh food! Graham and I went to the Coventry Farmer's Market after church this morning and it was fantastic.

We came home with this eggplant, which is comparable in size

to my niece, Belle. We are having eggplant Parmesan tonight and eggplant/tomato sandwiches on Tuesday....four meals and that honker only cost us $2.

The farmer's market is so close to us, and it is one of the largest in New England. They have fresh breads (yum yum yum yum yum), every fruit and veggie you can imagine, meats, seafood, milk, soap, condiments (we picked up some sweet and spicy mustard, jalepeno mustard, and dill pickles), doggie treats, and much more.

But really...have you ever seen an eggplant this big?