Lose that broccoli smell….
Like to cook broccoli but not so keen on the smell? Toss a celery stalk into the pot as you cook the broccoli.
Celery = Smell-B-Gone
No idea why it works. But it does.
(Thank you: Jane Stromberg)
Like to cook broccoli but not so keen on the smell? Toss a celery stalk into the pot as you cook the broccoli.
Celery = Smell-B-Gone
No idea why it works. But it does.
(Thank you: Jane Stromberg)
Continuing in the theme of Connor taking pictures, this is his first attempt at a serious portrait. Not bad for 4 yrs. old.

I let Connor play with my digital camera yesterday. I think he enjoyed himself.

Last night’s middle-of-the-night drama was a doozy. Susanna woke me up because Connor was crying, and I went into his room to check up on him. It was dark, and I whispered. “What’s wrong?”
“I barfed,” he cried.
I told him to cover his eyes, and I turned on the light. The poor little guy had vomit on his face and all over his pillow and bedding. There was evidence of peas from his dinner and even pinto beans from his lunch yesterday.
Susanna and I cleaned it all up. She wiped him down with a warm, wet towel while I was spraying the solid stuff off into the kitchen sink and putting a bundle together for a 2am load of laundry. By the time I got back from the laundry room downstairs he was already back asleep on his fresh bedding.
He woke up one more time needing to vomit. He threw up everything until there was nothing left. I held him as he hurled into the toilet. It was impossible not to feel his pain.
That seemed to be the end of it. After spending 45 minutes or so in our bed for comfort, he was carried back into his room by Susanna. This morning he claimed not to remember any of it, but there was a little glimmer of a fib in his eye as he said it.
There is really nothing in life which compares to parenting when it comes to being put into completely unforeseen situations. Kids are magnificent little engines of entropy.
“Mommy, you’re not very clever. But you’re as clever as daddy.”
Perhaps his first overhand double-diss?
C: Daddy, one day can we get a bunk bed for me?
P: Yeah, one day we will.
C: Just get it from online. It’s easy.
“If you don’t stop it, I’m going to kill everybody in America.”
He’s 4 years and 1 month. He doesn’t watch violent stuff… he hardly even “watches” any of the mass media deemed cool for his age by America.
I was showering, and he was in the bathroom with me. He was speaking in a false “low voice”, pretending to be somebody only he knows about.
Who does he think he is? Al Qaeda?