Apathy

Over the past few days, I've had quite a bit of this for so many things...but most obviously for my blog. I bring up my blog page and get ready to write an entry, but then just stare sadly at the screen...with a complete lack of inspiration or insight.
Much like writer's block...just not for a term paper.

And it's not as though there hasn't been a whole host of things to write, or blog, about. On the contrary, life has been quite full of blog-worthy moments.
Perhaps that's why I feel so apathetic toward writing about them...too much pressure to list them all! Sheesh.
Not that I'm melodramatic.

You can imagine how great I am at getting the Christmas Letter finished.

I think I'm just overly tired this week...our Thanksgiving holiday was by far one of the best, and honestly, I'm still recovering from the fun. My equilibrium hasn't quite been fully restored, and yet I'm already feeling the pressure to be jacked-up and excited about Christmas. Which, I am, of course...but man. We went to Miss Margaret's class today and made as many Christmas trees as you can imagine out of as many art supplies you could possibly find at Michael's. And Benjamin loved it. Adored it. Loves Jingle Bells now and is singing it non-stop...which, ok, is a welcome reprieve from the Firecracker song my dad taught him from his DVRed CMA award show...but I'm just saying. For some reason, while we sat in the circle at Miss Margaret's class today and sang songs with animated hand motions and red and green plastic eggs filled with black beans (Christmas maracas?)...I just wasn't feelin the spirit. I was more interested in my travel mug of coffee.
Sidenote: the mug is totally cute, Ann.

Honestly?
I think I'm just tired as f**k.

Now it's time to go bring the crazy-train in my TV room to a hault...Benjamin and Jonny are speed crawling through the tunnel, turning around at each end and screaming with joy as they propel themselves back through in the opposite direction. Hilarious.

Black Thursday

Without stealing the title of Black Monday, Sarah Cavanaugh...can I borrow this phrase?

Thanks.
Today was just that.

Glass of wine, DVRed 30Rock and Office...then bed.

Flexibility

I need more of this.

With Benjamin:
--and his ever-changing "neeeeds"...when will he stop saying this???
--and his need to draw on himself
--and his insistence on eating ketchup on everything, even his pancakes

With Jonny:
--and his desire to get up and talk happily in his crib for approx 45 each night....around 3am
--and his obsession with yanking on my ponytail...and then laughing uproariously

With Brian:
--please, that's just too private.

With myself:
and everything.

But I did manage the splits tonight (close enough, anyway) during yoga...so I'm well on my way toward achieving greater flexibility, right?
Now if I could just stop wiping down the counters 50 times a day...

You know what's so random?

Including a picture of your 2 year old in a set of concert pictures. Seriously, though, could you resist? What a nut.

How many ways...

can you cook chicken?

Ever since we learned about Jonny's allergies, cooking meals--not to mention grocery shopping in general--has become a real challenge. In some ways I've enjoyed it, because it's caused me to get out of my rut with our meals...but lately I feel like I'm stuck in yet another one.
With chicken.
Naturally I'm trying to do more meat for protein, since he can't have eggs...but the wheat one is really the hardest! I bought some gluten-free products last week, and so far he's in love with the cereal...but I'm still working on him with the tortillas.
That's where the chicken comes in!
I made chicken quesadillas over the weekend...and by the way, folks...those tortillas aren't half bad! Brian and Benjamin gobbled them up just fine. I think Jonathan was just a little put off by the crunchiness.
Anyway, besides that, it's been every possible variation on chicken you can imagine. With brown rice (can't have white), by itself on the grill, browned in the skillet with veggies...and at the moment I'm poaching chicken, as well.
We do turkey burgers, garden burgers, etc...but holy shit, I feel like we just bought that moster-sized bag of frozen chicken breasts from Costco yesterday, and we're already nearing the end of the bag.

Just my thoughts for today.
Rather boring, I'm sure...and far less scandalous.

Because you can never get enough...

PLG is a policeman and a pumpkin...