1. I sent this tub of pistachios to work with Kevin in his lunch this week and it came back untouched, presumably because cracking them open would be too taxing on his delicate hands.
So tell me: Should I do the stubborn thing and continue to send them to work with him, the nice thing and shell the pistachios for him, or the sarcastic thing and shell the pistachios then send only the shells to work with him?*
2. The next question is simply: “Cute or Gross?” Every winter around this time we end up with ladybugs in our master bedroom and bathroom. We’ve never understood why until Kevin noticed this in a corner of our crown molding:
There are about 15 ladybugs visible and who knows how many underneath the molding.
Ladybugs are cute, right? So is this a Corner of eXtreme Cuteness in my room? Or is it disgusting to have a corner of our room wriggling and writhing with insects and their creepy little larvae?
3. Rocco stopped nursing early in December. I tossed all the bottles because he drinks real milk out of real cups now. My boobs have returned to “Snack Size Ziploc Baggie” size and shape.
And yet, I have a freezer full of this:
You’re looking at about 30 bags of frozen breast milk. I was not one of those moms who produced gallons of milk at a sitting. Each of these bags took at least 20 minutes of pump time, sometimes longer. Add in the prep and washing time and this is about 15 hours of my life. It was worth it because this milk bought me feelings of security, of freedom, of peace of mind.
I took this milk out of the freezer for a brief photo shoot (people who blog document everything, just in case). I planned to trash it afterwards but then had a change of heart and returned it, expired and useless though it is, to the freezer. I just couldn’t bear to rinse 15 hours of my life down the drain. I couldn’t throw out my feelings of security, freedom, and peace of mind with the weekly trash.
So…do any of you creative folks out there have any ideas for what I can do with 120 ounces of slightly expired, much cherished, freezer burned breast milk?
WHAT’S COOKIN’ 2NITE:
Chicken with mostarda
Fresh pasta (we love the pasta maker, Wendy!)
*One of these days remind me to tell about the last time I messed with Kevin’s lunches. It was the last time Kevin ever tried to win an argument against me.