Stuff

I considered myself fortunate; I've always preferred the savory to the sweet. I was never a big fan of cake, ice cream, pie, pastry, simple carbs, or sugar.
That is until my baby girl reached the 20 week gestational mark and I was freed from so called 'morning sickness'. Now, I am shamed by the contents of my pantry. Chocolate milk, cinnamon bears, and angle food cake monopolize my conscious and unconscious thoughts. Today, I purchased half a dozen donuts from the bakery-all chocolate (and I only shared one). The night before last, I prepared lemon-cheese blintzes covered with homemade blueberry syrup for dinner. Last night, at book club, I was offered an extra-large helping of strawberry shortcake which I would normally turn down. About 5 minutes later, I was shocked to find that I had devoured the whole thing.



Tuesday, my sister in-law, Kate, and I took our children to the tulip festival at Thanksgiving Point.





It was lovely, it was warm, I worked up a bit of a sweat, and on our way out, Kate bought some water, and I left with one pound of fudge-solely and selfishly intended for moi'.



In other (totally unrelated) news; I've already gained 24 lbs. this pregnancy, and I'll only be 26 weeks tomorrow.

So to all of you who live close to me, quit lying to me by telling me how good I look. Just be my friend and bring me a donut.



*We will be moving on Saturday. Who knows how long it will take to have our internet service up and running. If you need to get a hold of me over the next week, please email me before Saturday and ask for my cell phone # if you don't already have it. Thanks.

Snow Storm Elixir

Is there a cure for the blues on yet another January day in April, when there is much to pack, an ever growing belly (accompanied by ever growing pains), and 3 fitful children who desperately need spring?



Yes. Lemon Curd.



Sweet. Sticky. Sublime.
Half licked off of fingers, half spread heavily on something equally as unhealthy (whats a few extra pounds when pounds are multiplying at the speed of light).



And so we carry on to see another day, just as cold, but slightly brightened by the citrus sting of our lovely yellow treat.

Top Reasons For Being A Bummer Of A Blogger

The house. We are in the final stages of finishing our new home and it has monopolized way too much of my time. This home would have been a much better choice if I had no babies, wasn't pregnant, and was 50.
If you are interested in seeing the recent progress of the home, click here.







Abram has learned to throw temper tantrums. I'll just leave it at that.



Because of the above two reasons, I have felt the need to spend any extra free time with these two instead of parked in front of a computer.



And lastly, I'm brewing something; and this thing has taken possession of me, body and soul. Notice the excruciatingly large bags under my eyes. I'm not kidding when I say that my physical resources are exhausted by noon.

For all of you who don't know, the boy who turned into a hermaphrodite has now been confirmed to be a girl. I know because the perinatologist confirmed that the penis is now gone.

I will try to be a better blogger, but I can't promise anything. I do read you and will endeavor to leave more comments.

One more thing...



the kitchen faucet showed up with the French words for hot and cold instead of English on the handles. Will you think I am less pretentious if I purposely (of course purposely, I would never mispronounce anything) mispronounce froid and chaud?