I cannot express how much I adore my audible.com subscription. Seriously. I might eventually have taken time to read David McCullough's John Adams. But just being able to listen to it while I putter about the apartment was awesome. How often are you able to learn the history of a great man while washing fenugreek, chopping onions, pumping boobies, feeding baby, and doing laundry...
oh shit. laundry... be right back.
alrighty then. I love it when someone takes my stuff out of the washer and puts it on the counter. Seriously, then I don't have to do all that reaching and digging out of clothes. (which, with the addition of tiny baby clothes is not as easy as with big people clothes.) I just scoop the nice pile into my arms and deposit them into the dryer.
I'm also pleased with my boob output today. I'm keeping up with the girl, which is a big deal, and ever since mom and dad visited and I wasn't as regular with the pumping, I've been eating into my freezer supply. My boobs were as far behind as 8 ounces a day, yesterday, I was only 3 ounces behind, and today we're dead even, the boobs may be pulling ahead. Woot!
Anyway, I can't say enough about how awesome it is to listen to these books. I was working my way through both the Adams biography as well as War and Peace until John Adams just became too damn interesting. Now, it is back to War and Peace I go...
On the cooking front. Tonight I've prepared little teeny tiny sprout curry. (I don't know the name of these tiny legumes, but once sprouted, they are adorable and yummy.) Some white rice, and fenugreek sauteed with onions, fine peppers and mustard seeds. I don't know if there will be any fenugreek left by the time Nilesh gets home because every time I go in to stir the curry, I can't resist that bowl of yummy green stuff.
It would be so easy for us to convert to vegetarians and that's practically all we eat, but damn... I still occasionally like munching on meat, so no official state of vegetarianism will be forthcoming. (That sentence structure is a result of listening to John Adams for the last week.)
Ahh, the girl is calling me. This odd little train-of-thought blog post is now finished.
oh shit. laundry... be right back.
alrighty then. I love it when someone takes my stuff out of the washer and puts it on the counter. Seriously, then I don't have to do all that reaching and digging out of clothes. (which, with the addition of tiny baby clothes is not as easy as with big people clothes.) I just scoop the nice pile into my arms and deposit them into the dryer.
I'm also pleased with my boob output today. I'm keeping up with the girl, which is a big deal, and ever since mom and dad visited and I wasn't as regular with the pumping, I've been eating into my freezer supply. My boobs were as far behind as 8 ounces a day, yesterday, I was only 3 ounces behind, and today we're dead even, the boobs may be pulling ahead. Woot!
Anyway, I can't say enough about how awesome it is to listen to these books. I was working my way through both the Adams biography as well as War and Peace until John Adams just became too damn interesting. Now, it is back to War and Peace I go...
On the cooking front. Tonight I've prepared little teeny tiny sprout curry. (I don't know the name of these tiny legumes, but once sprouted, they are adorable and yummy.) Some white rice, and fenugreek sauteed with onions, fine peppers and mustard seeds. I don't know if there will be any fenugreek left by the time Nilesh gets home because every time I go in to stir the curry, I can't resist that bowl of yummy green stuff.
It would be so easy for us to convert to vegetarians and that's practically all we eat, but damn... I still occasionally like munching on meat, so no official state of vegetarianism will be forthcoming. (That sentence structure is a result of listening to John Adams for the last week.)
Ahh, the girl is calling me. This odd little train-of-thought blog post is now finished.
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