Simple Pleasures

I don't write as much as I originally thought I would, because I don't always feel like I have anything interesting to say. But maybe that's the point. Most of my days are filled with simple things that make me, the Tatiman, DH, and the Du (our golden retriever) very happy.

I thought about this yesterday, while the Tatiman and I enjoyed a simple peasant lunch--grilled cheese and soup. Seriously, what could be better than a crisp* fall day with homemade pumpkin bisque and granny smith apples, brie, honey, and fresh homemade** croissants, all gooey and warm from a stint in the panini press.

After lunch, we went down to walk along the boardwalk. We watched countless planes flying overhead, stuck our tootsies in the water, and tried to stand in some other family's photographs (ok, only one of us did that--you decide which).

A perfectly simple day...simply perfect.



*By "crisp" I mean it was like 80 and muggy...WHERE is fall?
**By "homemade" I mean I pulled the croissants, that were made at the Giant and brought for a playdate a month ago, out of the freezer--but I did freshly defrost them.

Mommies say the Darndest Things.

…sooooo I’ve been slacking a bit on the blog. I’d like to put an optimistic spin on it: I haven’t really been slacking on the blog so much as I’ve been too busy living life. In the past few months we have: flown to Florida, and home. Flown to California, and home. Visited Pennsylvania. Gone to the lake for a week. Spent not-a-single-weekend in over two months at our house. Attended countless playgroups. Started and finished swim lessons. Oh…and started a baking business.

But now I’m back, here to blog for your enjoyment. For those keeping up, the Tatiman is now 13 months old. He has managed to earn himself 3 black eyes and 1 fat lip since he started walking. Now he is running. I’m terrified.

Before I had a kid, I said all kinds of things I never imagined I would say. Many of those things were said after a frosty beverage, or three, but I digress. Now that I am a mommy (or, Daddy, as the Tatiman insists on calling me), I find myself saying all kinds of things I NEVER imagined I would say.

I think I’m going to compile a list, and write a book.

So far on my list:

1. Please don’t lick your shoes.
2. Please don’t put your chopsticks in your poop.

I know its early to contact Houghton Mifflin, but it’s a start.

What have YOU said that made you snicker as it came out?