New foods

Ever since the hubby's near brush with death, we've been trying to eat better. Consequently, I've been spending more time in the health food section of our local grocery store. The other day, I found these. I've only tried the Art's Original Blend, but it was AWESOME! I've bought three other varieties and can't wait to try them. I'm not going to lie to you, they're not cheap. But, I ate one for breakfast at work the other day and wasn't hungry until lunch. It was delicious, filling, and had a great texture. They're putting out 5 new flavors in May. Can't wait to try those too!

Feeling guilty

When all hell broke loose with the hubby, I just couldn't focus enough to continue working on the munchkin's afghan. Not that the pattern is difficult, but it does take a little bit of attention to what you're doing. So, instead, I grabbed a UFO, the DC navy and denim afghan. It's just simple, back and forth, DC. Now, I'm to the point where I'm so close to finishing it, that I just feel like I should finish it and mark it off the UFO list.

But then the guilts hit. Shouldn't I really be working on something for my daughter? She doesn't have anything that I've crocheted.

While I was working on the navy and denim afghan, my sister-in-law saw it. She said she really liked it. So, I think I'll give it to her, probably for my nephew, when it's done. Maybe I'll get around to posting a picture of it later.

When it rains

Why does it seem like, sometimes, you just can't catch a break? I went out for lunch with a friend from work yesterday. I was so excited because we were heading for one of my favorite restaurants, Guadalajara's. I rarely get to go there because my dad doesn't like it, they don't have a lot of food for the munchkin, and, with the hubby house-bound for several months of the year, I just rarely make it there. After all, it's not really the kind of place you go alone.

I turned on my phone to see if there were any messages from the hubby. Sure enough, he had sent me a text. He asked me to call when I could. I called, and was once again smacked in the face with the reality that has become de rigueur for us lately. The hubby had fallen down the steps. His left knee went out from under him, and since he had recently gotten a cortisone shot in his right shoulder, tried to tuck and roll to avoid causing further damage to his already bad shoulder.

In the end, he hit the back of the shoulder, hurt his back worse than it already was, and today his hip is hurting quite a lot.

And the hits just keep on coming. So, rather than heading North to see family today, we are hibernating. Bad things happen in threes. Between his heart attack last month, news that he will have to have double bypass at some point, and now this, I'm asking, no, begging, can we be done for a little while?

Dexter

This is a show we watch every week. And every week I'm fascinated at how the morning routine has been made so DISTURBING!

Little Miss Two

We are deep within the throes of the terrible twos. Suddenly, EVERYTHING has become SO dramatic.

It used to be that I would drop her off at daycare and have to beg for kisses. Now, she practically climbs my body in an attempt to keep me from leaving.

In the past, if she was upset, the magic word was B-A-T-H. Now, you almost have to beg her to go with you into the bathroom.

Want her to get ready to go for the day? You have to trick her into her coat and shoes.

Don't allow her to have something she wants...She makes it known that she feels the world is coming to an end.

I don't like this. I don't like it at all.

I always dreamed that I would raise a fully independent child who needed me very little. It's not that I don't want her to need me. As a matter of fact, at 5 o'clock this morning, when she was sitting in the chair with me, wrapped her arms around me, and said, "Snuggle, Mommy, snuggle," I was quite certain that I never wanted her to decide she didn't need me. I guess teaching her that I'll always be there is part of her becoming independent.

Frantically reading

Book group is Thursday night and I've got 200 pages to finish. Nothing like leaving things to the last minute. The book is good, but not the best I've ever read. Plus, I figured out why it took me so long to get back into this book. I was reading it when all hell broke loose with the hubby. I think that my brain was trying to tell me something about going back to it. So, I'm back at it. And hoping like crazy that I can finish before Thursday night. Wish me luck.

Hey, Deb...

I got a lovely pattern for the "practically hyperbolic dishcloth" from my blog friend, Deb. You can check out samples of the dishcloths here. So, Friday afternoon I tried out the pattern. Here's the result.

Then, Saturday, I took the finished dishcloth over to show my family. My mom reminded me of something. Hey, Deb, check this one out. I did it about 20 years ago and it's been residing under a lamp on my mom's dresser for that long. She must really love me!