FOOD. I LOVE IT.

Sometimes I really want to write in my blog, but don't have much to write about. Then it hit me: FOOD. Duh. I love food. Perhaps a little too much? I consider myself a foodie in the simple fact that I really, really, love the stuff. So here goes!

Last night Ryan made me dinner. And not only did he make me dinner but he cleaned up the kitchen after as well. Normally I would think this is super super sweet, but if you have ever seen a kitchen after Ryan cooks, it's literally like bombs over Baghdad. I mean every dish, every appliance, every condiment, everything you could get out and dirtied is out and dirtied. So it was more than super sweet. The poor guy got home about 5:30, started cooking and when all was said and done it was after midnight. But the meal was. A. MAZING. As follows:

Appetizer: caprese salad and stuffed mushrooms

Main Course: Pork chops (he makes the best, I promise), asparagus with Hollandaise sauce, blue cheese twice stuffed potato's, and garlic pesto bread.

Dessert: donuts or German chocolate cake. Buuuut neither of us had any room :)

Ryan is an amazing cook. It is one of the many ways he won my heart. I know he loves to cook, and even when he thinks he has overdone something or ruined it, the meal is spectacular.

Thanks babe :)

ONE STOP SHOP? NOT.

How come there isn't one store that has all my weekly needs? I mean, I have to go to at least 2 different stores every week to get everything I need. Usually it's Walmart and Whole Foods. Because walmart doesn't have organic produce. Or good meat. But, Whole Foods doesn't have everything else! And Whole Foods is ridiculously expensive! And sometimes I have to go to Trader Joe's or Raley's too! Have you ever tried to go to more than one grocery store with a 15 month old? not the worlds easiest task. And, what is it with Walmart not carrying normal things? Like Panko Bread Crumbs. Or my favorite brand of hand lotion. Oh and note to self, Scolari's is a waste of time. They don't have anything.

that is all. That is my rant for the week. Thank you for coming.

UP!

Well, Ryan made it home safe. He and Branson have had a hard time separating since, it's pretty cute. I couldn't imagine having to leave our little angel for more than a day. Or 2. Ok MAYBE 3 but that's pushing it.

Now that I officially have a toddler, I also officially have no time. Like getting house work done? Forget it. If I vacuum, I end up sucking up little toes or fingers trying to help. If I do dishes, He climbs in the dishwasher. Same with laundry. Scrubbing toilets...do I really need to paint the picture for you? Branson is so active. He always has been, but since he was a late walker this is pretty new to me. Ryan was always trying to rush him walking, but I wasn't. I think I was semi aware of what was to come. While it is wonderful and amazing and cute and all sorts great, it's also so. darn. tiring. I spend my day putting him "up" in his big boy chair at the table, only for him to climb right down and demand to be put back up again. Or I have to watch him right by his side because climbing on the couch is great fun! buuuuuut falling off head first into our slate floors is not. The other part of my time is spent climbing over the dog gate to retrieve toys (or food, shoes, clothes, remotes, phones etc) that Branson so lovingly shares with our furry friends. And, as you can see from the picture below, the piano is a great display for his toys! Except somehow he can get them up there, but can't get them down. So mommy does. Ah. I'm kinda tired just thinking about it! Of course there are the fun times too. Like playing outside. Watching him walk around our entire property is pretty awesome. Until we have to come in because his little fingers are blue and on the verge of frost bite. Then there might be a meltdown.

Today also marked our first pediatric dentist appointment. Two words: NOT. FUN. he screamed the whole time. I wasn't going to even make an appointment until he was 18 months, but the poor guy chipped his tooth. Sad! His gorgeous, straight, white, amazing teeth! Very, very sad day for mommy. "But it is just a baby tooth." And "it gives him character." And "you can barely tell. Kinda." None of which make me feel better. Anyhow. He checked out fine at the dentist, a little florid for Branson and xanax for mom. Kidding!

BABY FEVER

I have baby fever. Pretty bad. It's so amazing to watch my child grow everyday, and I can't wait to keep experiencing it with him, and experience it again with other kids. Today we had dinner at the "big boy table" (a little Fisher Price table that has been around for 15 years). It's pretty awesome to watch Branson grow into a young man. He sat quietly, eating his bowl of Mac N Cheese (which I of course snuck in tomato's, spinach and butternut squash), drinking his water and talking about Elmo (I think). So yes, I want more. Soon. They are so amazing! And I love watching him interact with his grandparents and Great Grandparents. He loves saying "Momo, Nana and Poppa". And the best part is he knows each and every person individually.

Sadly this week he is missing Ryan. Ryan is away on business for 10 days, and the first few days were really on hard on Branson. He would point at the garage door or bedroom door and yell, "dada?! dada?!", and in the mornings he would cry, saying dada over and over trying to crawl to Ryan's side of the bed. It really breaks my heart. We have been able to see Ryan everyday on Skype, but I'm not sure Branson gets it just yet. He sees dada, but then because of the bad Internet connection in Timbuktu (aka Bolivia), the video freezes and then it just looks like a picture. I cannot WAIT to pick Ryan up from the airport, and for him and Branson to be reunited. And it will feel so gooooood!

IT'S OFFICIAL.

I was right. 27 is old. I'm legally blind. Says the Eye Dr. Apparently it's more common than one would think. (Is that supposed to make me feel better?). And not only that, but whatever idiot told me I could start wearing contacts at the age of 12, is just that; and idiot. My eyes now have imprints and there will come a time not to far away that they will actually REJECT contacts. Ugh. Oh, and I have to have plugs put into my tear ducts due to my severe dry eye. All of this on top of having my eyes dilated, poked, and prodded. I got home last night with a terrible headache and unable to see. And today I still have a headache. I'm also wearing a pair of glasses that is about 3 years old (and a bazillion prescriptions too weak) since I can't wear contacts. *sigh* I'm having a pity party today.

I'M FROM PLUTO

It's never been my intention to have this blog in order to vent. But, sometimes you need to vent. Especially us girls. We need to vent, a lot. It has something to do with us being from Pluto and men are from Earth or something. But, I also could never allow myself to write something so public that would negatively affect someone so directly. Therefore, I can not properly vent. So I will just say, that I think it's BS that even as adults the drama doesn't end. In fact it only gets worse. There should be a class in high school that teaches you all about this. Like how to deal with it without turning into a 2 year old brat throwing a temper tantrum because someone hurt your feeling. Well, my feeling has been hurt. But I'm not the only person in the world with this problem, So I'm trying to mentally push passed it. Trying to focus on what matters. Like me being a mommy and a wife. I love my husband and my baby and it's important for me to not let other people effect me to the point of questioning myself. After all, I cannot control other peoples perceptions of me, but only my reaction and presentation. That is so much easier said than done.

On a good note, Branson is finally walking. Holy cow I thought this day would never come! He has had the ability and skills to walk for months now, but has finally decided that maybe he will actually do it once in a while! In the last 2 days he has gone from refusing to take 1 step, to walking everywhere (within 15 steps or so). I know what comes next and I'm fearing it....running. Dear Lord grant me the ability to keep up with the adorable monster on wheels!

Branson has also decided Elmo is the greatest thing ever. Anything furry and red is "ELMO!!!!!" and my mom whom we call "momo" has lovingly become "Melmo". Cuteness!

JUST A QUICK NOTE

Well Christmas break is officially over. And I'm totally ready for it be. I'm ready to get down and dirty and clean my house. Except it's not that easy with a toddler chasing me, the vaccum/swiffer/mop/dog/cat around all day. So maybe by this time next month I will have the floors mopped...