I'm Not That Crazy

Yesterday was such a good day.  

We started it out right by whipping up some applesauce-oatmeal-zucchini muffins.  Ina has reached the stage where she loves to help me cook.  I hope this stage lasts the rest of her life. 

Right now, I mostly let her dump and stir, even though she sticks her hands out and screams, “Hold it!  Eggs!  Momma, hold it!” as soon as I bring out the egg carton, but-

I’m not that crazy.  

I did my first brick workout yesterday, which was about time, as the triathlon that I might sign up for is in 3 weeks.  

If I had run a 5K too, I would have completed the race distance, but-

I’m not that crazy.

This week is KC local week, and in honor of that, I decided to try something new and buy some ground lamb from the nice lamb guy at the farmers market who lets Ina pet his stuffed sheep. 

I made skillet moussaka and as I was eating dinner (and discussing with my mom the correct pronouncination of “moussaka”) I noticed that almost everything on my plate was from Kansas City due to the farmer’s market, my CSA, and my little garden.

All I need to do is find a place that makes brown rice pasta and mozzarella cheese, and I am set.  But, I’m not that crazy.

Yet.  

After dinner, Dan and Ina participated in their new post-dinner tradition.  Ina points to Dan’s plate, says, “Daddy - drink!” and she laps the juice leftover from the 3 tomatoes Dan has with dinner every night.  

She learned this from Dan.  He does it.  She does it.  I don’t.

I’m not that crazy.

Have a good day!