Pink Prickly Pear

We started the day with a poo of such epic proportions that it required a bath.

I'm on my second load of laundry. 

Other than that, I'm having an excellent day.  No sarcasm intended.  Really.  The boy drifted off to sleep early and I ate last night's leftovers for brunch.  I also took a very long, very hot shower.  The new house is a bit rickety and beach-house-y, but we have a very large hot water tank (I know we're having a drought, but I figure since I shower less than the average bear, not to mention less than the average I-get-other-people's-bodily-fluids-on-me-frequently person, I get to take long ones when I do take them).  My shower was longer than that run-on sentence.  Much longer and smelling of lavender.

I'm organizing our downstairs space.  I reconfigured my desk and decided I needed to test the new spatial relationship between the monitor and the keyboard.  Might as well natter on here for a bit.  I also listed some books on half.com.  What books sell quickly?  Books on having babies.  What I am not having any more of?  Babies.  Money in my pocket.  Money I'm going to spend on some expensive organic baby sunscreen since my boy is fair, fair, fair.  Despite his layers and full body coverage, he managed to get a wee sunburn the other day on his wrists of all places.  The coverage of the burn is wee, the actual burn itself?  Horrible.  Not wee at all.

Do not email me and chastise me for letting the baby burn.  I'm his mother and feel terrible enough.  Do not email me telling me that sunscreen causes cancer.  Until I have researched this topic ad nauseum, I'm going to slather him with the stuff.

WTF?!?!?!?

There is a swear jar on our kitchen counter. 

You know damn well I didn't put it there.

And so it goes...

My time.  It is so not my own these days.

Whose crazy idea was it to move again?  Oh.  right.  Mine.

I'm feeling slightly disorganized these days.  Slightly sleep deprived.  I end up falling asleep by 9 PM, mostly because once he wakes back up, it is a long night of not going back to sleep all the way.  The teeth. 

If I do manage to fall asleep, I wake up slightly grouchy.  And sometimes wonder What Was I Thinking?  Until this kid makes a goofy face at me...

We're in love (sorry about the top of your head, cutie pie).

That's a bit better.  

Oh, one more for good measure...he's been doing that very focused investigation of very small things that the very smallest of people do so well.

Every time I leave a comment on someone's blog, and start typing "triple p", that little drop down menu of prompts appears with the following options: Triple P, Thich Nhat Hanh or triple p. 

Let's talk about food.

We recently got a little thingy to hold the utensils as they dry.  This has evolved into us not actually putting the utensils away very often.  I have noticed we use a lot of little spoons around here.

I keep buying red cabbage and all I ever do is chop it up into salads.  What I really want is some soft, hot red cabbage (doesn't that sound a bit obscene?).  I think it usually has some apples in it.  Or maybe it's just served in the proximity of apples or something.

Not sure if the food philistines hereabouts will go for that though.

It turned into "Make Your Own Pizza" night here. Mr.Pear was not so sympathetic as I scrounged the fridge, looking for something to make mine pizza-like.  I have a bangin' vegan pizza recipe but it requires tofu.  Of which I have none. 

Ha!  So now Mr. Pear has gone up to the shop in search of some meat for his pizza - pepperoni, I suppose.  I ran out to the car, "Why don't you get me the tiniest little bit of goat cheese?"

I heard that maybe babies who have the problem with the milk proteins are okay with goat milk.  I'm not sure I'm so into goat milk ( I don't drink milk by the glass, but do like it in my tea - no gamey tea, thx!) , but goat cheese I can eat by the cartload.

We don't have much going on tomorrow, so may as well give it a go tonight (the trying of the cheese).  I'll let you know if I get vomited on all night long.  Yeah.  You bet you're going to hear about it.

Since he's going to the shop, I suppose I could have said, Why don't you get me some tofu, so I can make that bangin' vegan pizza?  but I didn't.  I miss the cheese muchly.  I know that's not a word, don't email me.

It's the weekend;)

My throat is a bit sore, so I'm nursing a hot tea with lemon and honey.  That's freshly squeezed lemon from the little tiny lemon tree in our front garden! 

We're mostly moved in.  There's no longer a sense of urgency associated with the unpacking.  We know where all the necessities are; everything else we'll get to sooner or later.  With that in mind, we all headed out for the dog walk this morning.  Nothing quite compares to walking out your front door and seeing the ocean meet brilliant blue skies. 

Mr. Pear took both kids off to karate so I could putter about at home.  After lunch, mini-pear went off to spend the afternoon with her aunt.  The rest of us went on a quick errand before coming back to the house to play in the garden.  Mr. Pear gave our strawberries a little lift and turned the soil in our soon-to-be-vegetable patch.  I weeded our unruly front garden.  Or tried to...d'anjou wanted desperately to join in.  So we traded off, one of us entertaining the boy, while the other got their hands dirty.  A most satisfying afternoon.

Mini-pear came home tired and happy.  Mr. Pear went off to acquire us some fish tacos.  I nipped out for a solo grocery trip after dinner.

It was a delightfully mundane day.  I'm tired.  In a good way.

Here's a photo of that little red headed boy for the grannies.