Sunday, November 27, 2011

Ice Cream

So Iain disappears into his bedroom and reappears without his shirt. He eats dinner shirtless.

After the meal, the usual entreaty: "Can I have some ice cream?"

"Yes, but wait until Miss Olivia [who will be babysitting] arrives. You can have some with her."
"Oh. No. No."
"Why not?"
"Ice cream is private."


Friday, November 25, 2011

Do You Think We Need a Downstairs Fridge?

So we take Iain out for dinner. Breakfast, of course.

He eats:
  • One large pancake, with butter and maple syrup
  • One large strip of bacon
  • Two scrambled eggs
  • A large pile of fried potatoes
  • Two orange wedges
  • A very large mug of hot cocoa
On the way home, we hear this from the backseat:

"I'm hungry."

And sure enough, he proceeded to drink a glass of goat milk, eat an entire large orange, and drink a glass of diluted cranberry juice.

We're doomed. Doomed, I tell you!

Sunday, November 20, 2011

Preliminary Thanksgiving Menu


Turkey. Naturally.

Dressing (not stuffing. Eww.)
Wild rice (alternative for those who don't like dressing)
Haricot Verts (tiny, skinny green beans)
Creamed spinach
Roasted sweet potatoes

Meyer lemon curd with something. Because.

So that's two starches, two greens, and a betacarotene infusion. Plus lemon curd!

That's my plan. For the moment. Iain, of course, will eat scrambled eggs and toast. Or a grilled cheese sandwich. Or noodles.

Friday, November 18, 2011

The What?

Iain's class had a "Friendship Feast." I presume this is a replacement for Thanksgiving (which is next week, anyway). We contributed turkey. Rolled up, deli-sliced turkey. Iain, of course, ate none of that.

Tonight at dinner we asked him about the feast. "The French Fry Feast?"

Yes, that one, son.

"I was invited by 3 Pre-K, actually."


"It's nice to invite people."

In other news, it's snowing cats and dogs. We're forecast for a little accumulation (2 inches? 4 inches? Hard to know right now.), but it's so warm (40s!) that we imagine the snow'll melt away like magic.

It better. Tomorrow morning Iain's scheduled for another birthday party. This one's up a steep hill in a garden. Yes, a garden.

Saturday, November 12, 2011

Scary Stories at Bedtime

Here's Iain's story:

There was a fishbear. With a turtle, racing. Then, they had pizza and cake (shaped like Cookie Monster and Elmo). Bearfish had cookie monster and the turtle had Elmo. And they were having a good time.

Then they played with a dinosaur. He grew really big. They blew party sticks. See below.

Then it was time for presents. The fishbear got a tire, a glue gun, a paintbrush, some pliers, cable, and a sander. Out of this, he built 2 racecars.

They raced around the world.

The end.

Saturday, November 05, 2011


Today Iain saw the snow, asked to go outside to play in it, put on his boots, asked to sled, went sledding in the yard, and then went with us to sled in park. And he had fun. What a difference a year makes.