Not for me, of course, though I would dearly love to be able to take a morning nap. No, sadly it was Cubby who elected to not sleep this morning, instead whirling around like a dervish, eating anything put in the proximity of his face (bread and cream cheese, peaches, egg salad, pickled green beans, blueberries, Cheerios . . the kid is a black hole), stacking blocks, rolling around, and generally just . . . not sleeping.
So. Here it is, noon. I'm just eating my lunch now and I have gotten very little done so far today. Other than keeping an apparently starving child hell-bent on his own destruction alive and fed, which I suppose is something.
Now I must go make some panzanella for a party we're supposed to attend tonight. With tomatoes from the garden, because at least they're managing to produce something edible despite the drought. Panzanella is also supposed to include a cucumber, and that, I do not have. What kind of garden doesn't produce cucumbers, of all things? Oh, right. This year's shitty garden. Usually I have so many cucumbers they're rotting in the crisper. This year I can't even come up with one lousy cucumber for panzanella.
Oh well. At least I have the tomatoes. That's what's really important.
Happy Friday, duckies!
It is really amazing how much little boys eat. I sent my oldest two out to play at 9 and in the next two hours they came back no less than 5 times requesting snacks. The kitchen closed after the first two, but judging by the tomato seeds all over their clothes they must have successfully foraged in the garden.
ReplyDeleteOh how I wish my grandson would eat like your Cubby. Our little guy hardly eats anything.
ReplyDeleteIf you think he eats a lot now, just wait until he's a teenager. And if you think he eats a lot as a teenager, just wait until he's in his early thirties and comes home for an occasional meal. ;>)
ReplyDeleteMy cucumbers are sucking wind, too. It's actually quite frightening to think we'll get to winter without a dozen jars of pickles.
ReplyDeleteI shudder to think it...
Enjoy those tomatoes. I expect horror stories soon.