With the heat wave going on in the western U.S. Mr.
Adventure has also made comments about not wanting the “bun in the oven to burn”
and not wanting an “overcooked baby,” which I think is him mostly trying to get
me to turn the a/c on in the car and let the car cool for a few minutes before
I get in.
Speaking of overcooked baby, according to the
internet, McCloud is the size of a head of cabbage this week! It makes me wonder if the Cabbage Patch Kid
preemies were born at 30 weeks? Perhaps
I should write to the manufacturer to inquire about this very important issue. In honor of how incredibly hot it is outside,
here is a recipe for cabbage rolls, delicious for summer and impossible to
burn. Whether you use a cabbage with a
baby inside is entirely up to you. I
haven’t actually made this particularly recipe, but it looks very similar to
the one I normally make and, considering the lack of remembering skills I am
currently dealing with, I will probably forget a crucial ingredient if I try to
recall my own recipe. All I know for
sure is that I add chili garlic paste to pretty much everything because, well,
it’s delicious. So, the recipe for Thai cabbage rolls
for your eating pleasure.
My coworkers threw me a lovely baby shower on
Saturday. I had never been to a baby
shower before, but my coworker who hosted has a darling eight month old son and
a kind and adorable three year old daughter.
Her home is like something out of a magazine, complete with a turret in
the master suite and a beautiful rose garden in the backyard. She called it her “forever house” and told us
about how her daughter will get married in the rose garden one day. The food was amazing, the company was
delightful… it was a very casual yet classy affair. The hostess had three games we played and
gave a prize of a scented candle to each of the winners. The first game was a word find. We had five minutes to find as many words as
possible on the paper she gave us. She
also made several felt diapers, pinned together, that we pulled out of a basket
and the game was “who has the dirty diaper?” Kind of gross, but not too
gross. The final game I thought was
rather clever. It was baby shower
bingo. Everyone was given a blank bingo
card and had to fill in the gifts they thought I would receive at the
party. Whoever got “Bingo” first when I
opened the gifts won the final prize. In
addition to two small bags of high quality hand-me-downs from a super handsome
eight month old, I received some lovely blankets, a bouncy chair, glass bottles
(which I am in love with. I have some
plastic ones, too, which Mr. Adventure states will be easier for El Bebe to
hold before he develops his bottle holding muscles) and some great books and toys
and clothes. My two favorite books were
Go the F**k to Sleep, and Mustache Baby!
I put the first book on my registry at Amazon, but the second was a
hilarious surprise. I think it will go
well with the Cowboy Mustachifier I received.
Now I have a ton of thank you cards to write, but I
have been having a hard time staying awake.
And I have been trying to think of the perfect hostess gift for my
coworker. She loves wine (possibly more
than I do) so I was thinking a nice bottle of pinot grigio and this. People seem to love it and I think the best
gifts are things that people would never get for themselves, like truffle
butter. I think a gift for her wee babe
is also in order, since he so generously gave me some of his old clothes,
including a small stack of reusable peepee teepees. For those of you unfamiliar with the peepee
teepee, here is the link.
I’ve heard they aren’t all that great,
my coworker said they didn’t really help, but we will see. When I showed them to Mr. Adventure and
explained to him what they are, he said, “I never thought of that! The baby better not pee in my face!” Only time will tell…
We still haven’t painted the nursery or stained the
floor. Apparently I was wrong when I
said Mr. Adventure was done sanding the floor.
He still needs to do the finish sanding.
If we wait too much longer, I am going to have to tag in my support team
to paint for me, because I won’t be able to stand close enough to the wall. I’ve also been on houzz.com and found some
really cool nursery designs and ideas. I
love this
but considering neither the Mister nor I possess drawing skills, I think we are
going to go with something a bit more traditional. Like a sage green wall with a giant tree
painted in one of the corners. I was also
thinking it could be cool to have an outer space wall. Just one.
Because, um, space is rad. I don’t
know. There is no base trim in that
room, so Mr. Adventure has asked me to start looking at trim, but the thing is,
I don’t give a shit about trim. He seems
to have an idea of what he wants, so why do I have to look? I’m already interviewing day cares and
pediatricians, do I really need to help pick out trim, too? Babies don't give a shit about trim.
Okay. It is
snack time. Remember to eat your
cabbage, folks. Also, I would advise
against measuring around what used to be the smallest part of your waist. It will only lead to tears.
That is all.
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