7QT: Whole 30 update, baby milestones, and 100% more bacon
September 12, 2014
1. Can I just start out by saying thank you again for the overwhelming flood of love and support this little blogger received thanks to my pity party of a post on Monday? Well, I’m grateful. And I’m glad I’m not the only crazy in the bunch, as so many of you have reassured me. Solidarity in psychosis.
2. We’re on day 13(!) of the Whole 30 and it is going so well. I mean so, so well. Last night we went on a date to Barnes and Noble where we sat side by side for 2 hours in dead silence, drinking tea and reading books we had no intention of purchasing. It cost us $4.17. It was awesome.
The last time we had a date night that cheap I think was…never. Do you know how much more expensive it is to drink something other than flavored water and go to restaurants? Yeah, who knew? But obviously this way of being is not a lifestyle. At least it never could be for us. Has it become less painful now that we’re almost at the halfway point? Much. But do I still fantasize about giant glasses of wine and slabs of chocolate cake with salt and vinegar chips sprinkled over the top? I’ve said too much…
3. If I can take one more take to talk at you about my food, I will just go ahead and post the following to evidence that ain’t nobody suffering in this house. Behold my lunch:
Homemade green apple, acorn and butternut-squash soup with coconut milk and curry. With bacon on top. This is not a restrictive way of eating. At least not when it’s snowing in bleeping September and I don’t mind roasting winter squashes in my oven all afternoon while I dress my urchins in rags from last winter and resolve to go glove shopping soon.
(Recipes here and here. I loosely adapted both to accommodate my very large acorn and butternut squashes, and it is friggin delish. I’ll write it all down one day, but just know that it’s very hard to screw anything up with squash in it. And there’s no dairy! And it’s so creamy.
4. This girl.
When she’s not busy gnawing off my nipples (TMI TMI why can’t I stop?) and yelling mama and dada, she’s busy throwing my parenting for a loop by refusing to look even somewhat interested in crawling, scooting, pulling up or growing legs or feet. (I mean she has legs and feet. They’re just pretty much the same size they were at 3 months.) I’m sure she’s fine and I’m 100% sure I’m one of the craziest moms on the block, but I’m still taking her in for a weight/development check this afternoon just to rack up one more copay in the name of neurotic parenting. Can’t help myself. (She’ll be 9 months old on Monday.)
5. Bacon. Can I be frank with you? We’ve gone through a pound of it since yesterday morning. Can I be more frank? By “we” I mean “I.”
Be still my heart? Like, very, very still. Maybe as in no longer beating?
But I’m thisclose to fitting into a size 10, which is crazy because I was a healthy 12 in my magic mom jeans when this adventure started. I’ve even been able to start running a little bit again, and I feel good. Like really, really good. Power to the pork products.
6. Do you have a grasp on your child(ren)’s temperament? I was mildly obsessed with this book in college and then I was chatting with a girlfriend this week and she brought up the junior version, which I’m dying to get my e-paws on. And she dropped a bit of a bombshell in so doing. While describing her incredibly sanguine firstborn son I realized that she was also describing my unbelievably social firstborn, and I may have had a stern chat with the Man upstairs about why He saw fit to saddle an introverted choleric melancholic with an extroverted sanguine with egomaniacal tendencies. Oy vey.