Tumor Soup

Totally not PC... The title is at the bequest of my dear husband. It was a fun name he gave my tomato soup at lunch today since I had three meatballs in it. Spares from my mini food prep action this morning. Made 78 meatballs and they are now bagged and literally chilling in the freezer. They will be a variety of meals throughout the month.

I imagine Collin cringing as he sits next to me typing this. The other night he gave me the sweetest compliment... He said it sounded like I was trying to punch my space bar through the bottom of my laptop.... I have never noticed.

We're watching Pitch Perfect for our "date night". I love these movies.

After the always precious nap time (I am grateful the wee one still naps) we went to OMSI and spent about an hour letting her run around the Science Playground. She spent most of the time in the water area. It's her favorite. She loves bath time so it makes sense.

Spaz is watching Pitch Perfect... It's always unsettling to me when she actively watches what's on TV.

Tomorrow morning I am hoping to get a run in before the forewarned snowpocalypse / icetrophe arrives... Yea, we are under a winter weather advisory.... We shall see. I hope it snows. The last time it really snowed the tiny human was all of two months old. Now she could actually enjoy it, assuming she isn't terrified of it like the cat. Quickest way to convince our idiot cat to stay inside is open a door out into the snow.

We also plan to experiment with allowing the little monster to wear real underwear. She is working on the potty training business but her interest comes and goes inn waves. We figure letting her try panties instead of pull ups might help. I know she hates to have accidents so maybe this will be the right kind of encouragement. In our dream world we will have her completely potty trained before she is three, but at the same time it all comes down to what she wants. Damn little independent creature. I am trying to use her hatred of the changing stations in stores and restaurants to encourage her transition to the big girl potty.

This is a disjointed post.

Dinner tonight was delicious. How to tell my body is craving the good for it stuff again. Caesar salad, herb, parmesan crusted tilapia and a sliced tomato. Perfect. Wonderful. So goddamn good.

I asked the little one what she would kind of pancakes she would like for breakfast tomorrow. Her response?

"Blue!"

....

Luckily, I have some dried blueberries in the pantry. not enough to do the pancakes by the selves so it will be cranberry, blueberry pancakes.

I feel the urge to share my dinner plans for the month with you... Maybe tomorrow.

Next weekend, after class, we will finally be going to see the new Star Wars movie. I hear your collective gasp, but yes, with a toddler and the holidays finding time to go to the movies is a little difficult. No, I am not one of those parents comfortable taking a toddler to the movies. Especially not something that deserves my undivided attention like the cinematic masterpiece that is The Force Awakens.

I am excited.

Now I am going to make hot chocolate and popcorn.

(PS, I have decided to stop editing before posting, so if you find something completely wrong or incorrect or anything, meh, I don't fucking care...)

Sleep well!