First:
Borboleta--Holy!!! That is the most elaborate, amazing birthday party I've seen! Who made that amazing "face" cake (not the one he's eating)?
But I have to say, I laughed all the way through your pics. And then went through them again, and laughed again. And then looked at your FB ones, and laughed, yet again. T isn't smiling in any of them!!! He has this impatient look on his face that kills me! You've already told us about how he doesn't smile much in pictures, and this sequence was really funny.
Thing is, there is NO WAY he wasn't having a good time. But he also looks so handsome and mature. I can't believe he is one now!
Okay, now I have to GRUMBLE!!!
My husband drives me mad. We're in the middle of a 2-day-long spat right now. I have been in charge of J's dinners since the very beginning. I've made elaborate batches of crockpot dinners which have been frozen and plentiful until lately. So, now it's time to make some more. I had three recipes planned: Chicken Korma, Chicken Apple Curry, and Butternut Squash Soup. I wrote out a detailed shopping list for myself on Saturday, so I could make sure I had the ingredients for all the recipes. My husband and I carefully tallied the amount of chicken I needed and he needed for his own food to get this all done, and bought appropriately. On Saturday afternoon, I had everything set; the next day, I would start cooking at least one meal. Chicken Korma, I decided. I would start in the morning, of course, because it's a crock pot meal, and I like to cook it on low for longer because it makes it taste better.
Then the next day I go to find the onions Eric swore we had. And we certainly did have them, but I found them in a dark cupboard in a closed plastic bag and they were completely moudly. I asked Eric WTF, and he said that he was just doing what I told him to do--store onions in a dark, cool spot. "IN A BREATHABLE CONTAINER!!!" I told him. I had told him to hold off with storing the onions until I could find some suitable paper bags for them, and otherwise to just put them on the counter. So, now I couldn't work on my "Korma Project," as I had come to view it, until Eric got back from the store, hours later, with my onions. He said something vaguely about he himself making the dish tomorrow, but I didn't really pay much attention; he didn't even know what I was making. Hell, he didn't even know what Chicken Korma
was. All we both knew was that by this point, it was too late to start a crock pot meal, and I certainly wouldn't be able to get around to it until Tuesday, when I didn't have to teach again. But, this was no problem; we still had food for J's dinners.
Then I come home from the university yesterday, and the house smells like curry. Eric, it seemed, had decided to make the dish anyway. Except, he didn't know it was Korma I was making, so he looked for a recipe for which we had
almost all the ingredients, and chose to make Chicken Tandoori. With spices missing (remember--
almost all?), and 6 pieces of chicken breast
(I'd halved the recipe), no salt (he doesn't get the "salt in moderation" thing for J), in the wrong crock pot and on high so he could do it fast. And I got mad. This was MY project. I had planned it so carefully, and was looking forward to making it so much. Plus, he had now used so much chicken for this dish AND his own stuff that we didn't have enough left to make the other dish: the Chicken Apple Curry. Not that big of a deal, but it meant that I couldn't now just reach into the fridge and get the foodstuffs that I needed because we had to shop AGAIN.
But now I was in this bind; he had just cooked, and how can you criticize him for that? And who cares if he took some short-cuts, it's just a dish! Anyway, this is what he said to me when I chose to blow up anyway. I explained about the project, the meticulousness of my planning, the portion size (I now had to fill 12 containers of tupperware just to freeze this behemoth of a meal into J-sized portions). He poo-pooed everything and said I was being ridiculous--the boy has food now, right?
After he left for work, I called my mother, who was completely on my side. We know this has to do with territory; my husband is the worst cook EVER, but when we first met, I hated to cook, so I taught HIM how (I do actually know how to cook, just hate it), and abdicated the kitchen to him. He never improved his cooking, but I didn't really care. But now that J's here, and I need the kitchen back, he won't give it up. And I can't believe we're fighting about something so stupid!
Ah, babies. What they do to strengthen your marriage. (<---hahahahahahahahaha!!!)
Okay, so considering the dearth of paper bags in this city, how do you (ahem,
Leeze in particular), store your onions so they don't go bad so quickly? I've heard wicker baskets, too, but I can just imagine that they would get ruined, and are expensive. Paper bag, usually free. Wicker basket, not so free.
Oh my, what a LONG tirade. Sorry guys. Okay, so here is day one of J in his "big boy clothes":
First thing to go, socks, of course.
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And then, we find the easy access to the bellybutton. Total bonus to wearing big boy clothes.
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