Failure
Hello. Yes. I'm alive.
I totally forgot to post on Saturday, and then in true Danielle style, I decided that since I already screwed up NaBloPoMo, I might as well just totally slack off and not blog for four days in a row. I rock.
In keeping with the theme of failure, behold the disgusting dinner that I served Monday night. It was supposed to be Jamabalya, but I didn't have long grain white rice. I had brown rice, which would have taken too long to cook, I had arborio, which is decidedly not long grain, and I had Forbidden Black rice, which is medium grain. I made the WRONG decision, and went with the black rice, yielding a black jambalaya, filled with black sausage, black ham, black chicken and black onions. Try serving that to two children. It went over really well (sarcasm). It might not have been a total disaster if the rice didn't have that mineral-y flavor that black rice has. It just tasted funky.
In other news, Max is talking up a storm. His new words include; bruise, bus, moose, bay, Abby, Max and ABC. He also likes to repeat the Spanish numbers up to 15, but only if Dylan is the one doing it with him. He has a very cute lisp, so it's a good thing we're already in speech therapy. I'll be sad, though, when he no longer pronounces "bus" as "buth." It's really frickin' cute.
Oh, and he got a big boy bed! He is in LOVE with this thing, and has been acting like a silly maniac since it was delivered on Monday.
Dylan and I are working hard to prepare for the art lesson that I am teaching next week in her kindergarten classroom. We are doing this project. We spent an hour last night cutting out pictures of people and landscapes. We had a few interesting conversations while doing so. First, she really admired the lovely landscape on a cigarette ad. Then, she loved the background on a vodka ad. Oh, and REALLY liked the roller coaster picture that featured a coaster made out of a maxi pad. I also had to explain that it probably wasn't a good idea to use Saddam Hussein as one of the people.
She also made it a point to tell me that I should try to look good for the lesson. Apparently she isn't a fan of my hair sometimes. And my outfits.
I totally forgot to post on Saturday, and then in true Danielle style, I decided that since I already screwed up NaBloPoMo, I might as well just totally slack off and not blog for four days in a row. I rock.
In keeping with the theme of failure, behold the disgusting dinner that I served Monday night. It was supposed to be Jamabalya, but I didn't have long grain white rice. I had brown rice, which would have taken too long to cook, I had arborio, which is decidedly not long grain, and I had Forbidden Black rice, which is medium grain. I made the WRONG decision, and went with the black rice, yielding a black jambalaya, filled with black sausage, black ham, black chicken and black onions. Try serving that to two children. It went over really well (sarcasm). It might not have been a total disaster if the rice didn't have that mineral-y flavor that black rice has. It just tasted funky.
In other news, Max is talking up a storm. His new words include; bruise, bus, moose, bay, Abby, Max and ABC. He also likes to repeat the Spanish numbers up to 15, but only if Dylan is the one doing it with him. He has a very cute lisp, so it's a good thing we're already in speech therapy. I'll be sad, though, when he no longer pronounces "bus" as "buth." It's really frickin' cute.
Oh, and he got a big boy bed! He is in LOVE with this thing, and has been acting like a silly maniac since it was delivered on Monday.
Dylan and I are working hard to prepare for the art lesson that I am teaching next week in her kindergarten classroom. We are doing this project. We spent an hour last night cutting out pictures of people and landscapes. We had a few interesting conversations while doing so. First, she really admired the lovely landscape on a cigarette ad. Then, she loved the background on a vodka ad. Oh, and REALLY liked the roller coaster picture that featured a coaster made out of a maxi pad. I also had to explain that it probably wasn't a good idea to use Saddam Hussein as one of the people.
She also made it a point to tell me that I should try to look good for the lesson. Apparently she isn't a fan of my hair sometimes. And my outfits.
