Saturday, February 10, 2007

Cold pancakes, cold coffee

We eat in a lot. I prepare three meals a day about every day. This scenario is the norm: I cook, make plates for both girls, cut up their food, get them a drink, put on bibs, get them in their high chair (which are about to be scratched from the equation since the girls are about too big for them) and they start to eat. By the time I have gotten back to the stove to prepare my plate they have a request for a different color fork or spoon, more drink, more whatever so I tend to them. And finally, when I get my plate and sit to eat, my food is often less than hot. This isn't a complaint, just a fact. This morning was no different. The menu was blueberry pancakes (I love The Joy of Cooking recipe) and a latte for me, OJ and pancakes for the girls and Martin. My pancakes were cold and very unappealing which worked out fine since the girls ate most of them anyway (why is it they are quickly finished and can't be persuaded to eat another bite while in their chairs, but once they are free and able to walk & eat they can't get enough of whatever is on my plate?).

I think Holly Golightly called hers "the mean reds". Breakfast at Tiffany's has been a favorite movie for a long time. I discovered it in high school and instantly fell in love with it. In the movie she used the term mean reds to describe her agitated, not-fitting-into-a-groove mood. Not depressed, not angry, just sad and out of sorts. Today I have the mean reds. I know it is because Martin is leaving again tomorrow. He will be gone for 12 days before coming back home. I hope he will be able to remain home until the move takes place, but his March travel schedule has not been decided. It takes the girls and I about 2-3 days to adjust after he leaves. Three days is a long time with a cranky mama & two cranky toddlers. We did have a great morning at the park, and I am sure we will have another outing after naps - we're getting in our daddy-time while he is here.

1 comment:

Joanne (The Simple Wife) said...

How I wish I could say I cooked like that. But Toben LOVES to eat out and if I don't have an answer (and something already in the works) when he asks, "What's for dinner?" then his inclination is to head out the door.

I know I can have some influence on this--IF I get my act together early enough in the day. But I so struggle with this. We always eat together as a family, just not always around our own kitchen table.

One of my goals for this year is to get this figured out a little better--and I think the crockpot is going to be the answer. Because by 4 p.m., I'm TIRED and not very excited to think of something to cook.

All that to say, way to go, girl!