Friday night I made
Quesadillas Stuffed with Greens and Feta. It's an effectively unhealthy way to use up a bunch of chard. Between that and the
spinach pizza, I guess my take on this particular CSA box has been "hide the greens in junk food whenever possible." It's like I'm
Jessica Seinfeld-ing
myself.
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"La la la la I can't taste you over all this cheeeeeeese." |
I just want to say how fortunate I am that the other moms I know don't put very much time or thought into their kids' birthday cakes, thereby shaming me in
my own efforts.
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Such a relief! |
We've been making a little bit of big-girl progress. We pulled off some big-girl pigtails the other day. For about 20 minutes.
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I'm not complaining, I'm bragging, that's by far the record. |
More progress: sitting in a booster seat instead of a high chair and using crayons appropriately.
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Less progressive, not pictured: me shoveling her PB&J into her mouth with a spoon. |