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Sep. 30th, 2007 12:55 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
same_skyIt's after midnight and I am sitting here on the couch for absolutely no reason. The baby is asleep, and I should soo be in bed, but I'm not really sleepy. I was up for an hour and a half with her this morning, but I went back to bed when she did, and all three of us slept until after NOON. It was fabulous, fantastic, wonderful, lovely, nice, terrific, amazing, great, perfect. I could go back to bed every day if I wanted to, I guess, but I never do. I feel caught up on sleep! How nice.
I made a double batch of soup tonight, and then a casserole to take for a family dinner tomorrow. In no particular order, I found that we were out of, or did not have enough of: carrots, chicken stock, stick butter, cheese, wine (otherwise known as: the reason I was making a huge batch of soup in the first place. I wanted to finish off the bottle since neither of us drink it.) It was cheddar vegetable soup, so essentially, I went into the kitchen to make the stuff and was missing both cheddar, vegetables, and also, the soup's base. YAY ME. In the middle of this process of substitution and emergency cooking decisions, E woke up in the pissiest mood, and cried like her heart was broken if Mommy wasn't holding her. M had to finish cooking for me. It ended up tasting pretty good but it was touch and go there for a while. It made nine meals, seven for the freezer, so it was worth the trouble, I guess. I LOVE having all those meals in the freezer. It's so fun. It really takes such small stuff to make me happy.
In other news, my baby is a brat. We were asking her tonight if she was Mommy's girl or Daddy's girl. She would laugh at us in response. Judging from the intensity of the laughter, we could determine that she was Daddy's girl when I asked her, and Mommy's girl when M asked. Basically, she likes whoever isn't talking to her best. Isn't she a little young to be so very contrary? M might say that she's taking after her mom, but then I would be SAD and I would HIT him, so I bet he'll keep that opinion to himself. Now.
I made a double batch of soup tonight, and then a casserole to take for a family dinner tomorrow. In no particular order, I found that we were out of, or did not have enough of: carrots, chicken stock, stick butter, cheese, wine (otherwise known as: the reason I was making a huge batch of soup in the first place. I wanted to finish off the bottle since neither of us drink it.) It was cheddar vegetable soup, so essentially, I went into the kitchen to make the stuff and was missing both cheddar, vegetables, and also, the soup's base. YAY ME. In the middle of this process of substitution and emergency cooking decisions, E woke up in the pissiest mood, and cried like her heart was broken if Mommy wasn't holding her. M had to finish cooking for me. It ended up tasting pretty good but it was touch and go there for a while. It made nine meals, seven for the freezer, so it was worth the trouble, I guess. I LOVE having all those meals in the freezer. It's so fun. It really takes such small stuff to make me happy.
In other news, my baby is a brat. We were asking her tonight if she was Mommy's girl or Daddy's girl. She would laugh at us in response. Judging from the intensity of the laughter, we could determine that she was Daddy's girl when I asked her, and Mommy's girl when M asked. Basically, she likes whoever isn't talking to her best. Isn't she a little young to be so very contrary? M might say that she's taking after her mom, but then I would be SAD and I would HIT him, so I bet he'll keep that opinion to himself. Now.
