Leo’s Day at the Office

I stuck Leo in his office-attire onesie one day and took pictures of him, “at work.”  That’s what play is for a baby, after all.  😉

Here he is on his morning commute:

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He had an off-site inspection at a local park that morning:

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Here is one of that parts of his job that he loves…

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Showing off his window office:

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Lunch break (catered by Our Carpet)

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At the ball popper, poppin’ the balls

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After work, relaxing with a little fishing

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And that’s it—one day at the office for Leo.  One rough, tiring day of work.

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WHAT’S COOKIN’ 2NITE:
Not exactly sure yet…

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My runs

I’m a runner.  I love to run, and I especially love to run when there is a specific purpose for running.

There happens to be a grocery store one mile from my house, and I usually have a thing or two to pick up for dinner, so I often bring a plastic bag and a few dollars with me on my runs.  I look like this before I leave:

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One day as I left for such a run Kevin saw the bag in my hand and asked incredulously, “Is that in case you have to…poop during your run?

I explained that no, it was not a personal poo bag, it was for shopping.

I’ve been a bit self conscious about my bag since then–especially because after I stop at the store, I run a mile home with the bag looking like this

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It would be different if I had a dog with me but I don’t.  And a I live a mile from Vincenzo’s school, I am spotted by a lot of people who know me and are always honking and waving at me and my not-a-poo-bag.

I tried a cloth bag once, for a different look, and the next day a friend said, “I saw you running by the lake yesterday…with your purse!

So I went back to plastic. 

Now when I get to the store and put my groceries on the counter and the cashier asks what kind of bag I would like, I stick my sweaty, wadded up bag on the conveyer belt and say, “You can just use my poo bag.  I didn’t need it on the way down here.”

Yup.  If you can’t lick ‘em, join ‘em.  And with that in mind, the title of this blog post takes on a whole different meaning.

WHAT’S COOKIN’ 2NITE:
Twice baked potatoes (bacon and blue cheese for us, bacon and cheddar for them)
Steamed broccoli
Roasted red pepper and tomato soup
White chocolate macadamia nut cookies

Shave the Date

The play-off beard thing is getting out of control.

As you might recall, Kevin (a Blackhawks fan) is having me cheer for the Redwings since I have been shaving my legs and plucking my facial hair during the playoff season, and the road to the Stanley Cup is paved with beard hair.  When last night’s game got off to a rocky start, he almost sent me to the bathroom to shave again, just to make sure.

But thanks to a big slice of chocolate cake, an extra shaving was not required.  Leo instead sprouted an instant playoff beard of his own.

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The Blackhawks won and all was shaved.

SAVED!  I meant to say all was SAVED!

Oh dear…we’re going to need more chocolate cake.

WHAT’S COOKIN’ 2NITE (last night):
Fresh pasta and meatballs
Strawberry Salad (thanks S)
Fruit (thanks T)
Old-fashioned chocolate cake and ice cream

Thoughtless Thursday: Baby S

I got my hands on a newborn last weekend.  I seriously need to start doing this as a job; I’m addicted to the baby fix I get when I do these photo shoots!  Thanks, MB, for letting me shoot your kids.  😉

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WHAT’S COOKIN’ 2NITE:
Sticky Spice Ribs (for him)
Cheese Souffle (for her)
Leftover rice and ham (for them)
Edamame (for everyone)
Double chocolate brownies a la mode

Of Blackhawks and Blackbeards

My husband is a Blackhawks fan.  He’s been a fan for a looooong time, even before his sister and husband partied with the Blackhawks at their own wedding and drank from the friggin’ Stanley Cup.

The Blackhawks are in the playoffs right now, which means Kevin is growing out his Playoff Beard.  It has become like a sixth member of our household and a scratchy third wheel in our relationship.

Tonight, before Kevin turned on the game, he told the boys: Look, I’m about to turn on the game.  Have you all been growing out your beards this week?
Vincenzo: Dad, I’m seven.
K: Vincenzo, this is important.  Have you shaved recently?
V: No!
Me: Does plucking count?  Because I’ve done a lot of plucking in the last week.

I was instructed to root for the Redwings, just in case.

The Blackhawks started the game off poorly so Kevin texted our BIL to accuse him of shaving because someone must have shaved for the Blackhawks to be playing this way.  I pointed out that his own father was shaving every day—blatantly shaving–so maybe he is the weak link.

Kevin just stroked his beard and kept watching the Blackhawks lose.

I suggested maybe he’s got it wrong, that maybe it’s not Playoff Beard that the entire Stanley Cup rests so precariously on; maybe he’s supposed to be getting me Playoff Roses instead.  I could have 2.5 weeks of roses in my house instead of 2.5 weeks of this:

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(I took this picture of Kevin when I was helping two of my sisters virtually shop for my oldest sister, hence the pink skirt.  It led to the following texts:

Sister: I think Kevin will look very fresh & flirty in the pink lacy skirt.
Me: Thanks.  It’s because of his fun and flirty playoff beard.
Sister: I could tell he probably asked to model the skirt & you had to insist he just hold it up in front.
Me: It’s like you were there.

) (Bet you thought I was going to forget the out-parentheses, didn’t you?)

WHAT’S COOKIN’ 2NITE:
Ham and turkey crepes
Edamame
Strawberry Rhubarb Crisp (thanks, Tati!)