“Hi baby.” Dub has now spoken a sentence and it was “hi baby.” Apparently we say that a lot around here.
I will try to make this next portion brief.
Sometimes I don’t remember I’m pregnant until I witness myself responding (reacting) in a-how do I say-rather intense way. I feel sometimes like people really suck. Most of the time I know that, and I go about my business unaffected by any of it. Sometimes though it touches me and I can’t shake it off. Yesterday I was at Costco (which, if you are like me is a serious experience since I pretty much shop at co-ops, farmers markets and Trader Joes) and I stopped in the entrance to put Dub in the cart, very much in the way of people trying to pass by. It was dumb, I get that, but I was overwhelmed by the sheer mass of the place and the people (and the carts! Whisky-Tango-Foxtrot). Anyway, this woman (my age, maybe a little older) walked past with her child already in the cart and said “You’re blocking the entire entrance so people can’t get by” which was simply untrue due to the fact that she had just passed me while vomiting all over me, but regardless it was the way she said it and the look she delivered AFTER. Granted, I was already having a day, and it was followed by way worse, but it got me thinking…
How often is our first reaction something like the Costco she-devil and not one of offering assistance or even just quiet judgement. Joking, but not really. I mean, I think what got my goat the most about the whole thing is that she wasn’t old and crotchety, she was young and with a young child herself! How did she not identify in any way with my human-ness?
I’ve been seeing a couple of things on instagram and pinterest lately that I feel I can apply to both she-devil and to myself in this situation.
BE A NICE HUMAN.
LOVE PEOPLE ANYWAY.
Which leads me to my next point. In thinking about all of this it occurred to me (suddenly and out of the blue at a stoplight) that today is Good Friday. Today is the day Jesus died for us. Today is THE DAY that a faultless man took all of the sin in the world to ever have existed-that will ever exist-upon himself to save us. I guess the least I can do is not take she-devil’s puke so hard. I suppose I can love her anyway; dust myself off and take time to consider just how incredible it is that a man like Jesus would love us anyway.
Okay, now for some pictures. I can’t say I have styled Weston’s room, but I have tidied and pared it down a bit and I’m feeling great about the overall arrangement of things. I will work on it more through the summer and since we are turning the hubby’s office into a nursery I will have more space to keep baby things there too.
First, Dub is now in a toddler bed. I put a pool noodle (the $1 one from target) under his sheet so he doesn’t roll out and it has worked like a dream.
I have found that the more organized I keep his shelves the more he plays with his toys. The cleaner I keep his room the more likely he is to be in there using his imagination. I found old metal baskets in the garden that I use to keep shoes organized. He loves to get his little animals down and he really loves to read books to himself. The jute rug is new from Target and I love it for so many reasons, but mostly because the cats don’t care to scratch it. I swear, I vacuumed twice a day with the last rug and it never stayed looking clean for more than an hour. I felt like I sucked at housewife. Also, the fan. I don’t know if your toddler has the fan obsession, but mine sure does and it doesn’t seem to be going away. It’s the first thing we say hi to and the last thing we put to bed each night.
As far as food goes, I am still digging Mexican but more than that, it’s just easy.
If you happen to have a little extra time (I mean maybe 30 minutes longer than your allotted dinner prep time) then you should make this. The chicken itself cooks for an hour, but hands-on is about 30.
Yes, that is the husband’s plate. I don’t really like the chicken neck.
This recipe involves roasting a chicken, stewing the meat in Mexican seasonings, frying up tortillas and assembling tacos. Sounds arduous but is totally fun. I mean it. Throw on some embarrassing 90’s hits and go. to. town.
You can use my recipe for roasted chicken from here:
I just used Mexican spices with the butter and shoved that under the skin since I knew exactly what I was making this chicken for. (Basil, oregano, red pepper flakes, cumin, salt, garlic.)
While your chicken is roasting combine stewing ingredients:
On medium heat: sunflower oil and butter melted, then add 1/2 onion and cook until translucent. Add a clove or two of minced garlic and cook 30 seconds or until you smell it. Add oregano, basil, cumin, red pepper flakes, chilli powder, salt and pepper. cook another minute or so and then add 2 cups of chicken stock. Bring to a boil and cover, simmering on medium/low heat until your chicken is done.
Once your chicken is roasted let it cool 5 minutes and then pull its legs and wings off and slice all the meat from them. Slice the meat into strips and add to the stock mixture.
–you can slice the breasts off and put them in the fridge for a few days of sandwiches, as I did—
–put the chicken carcass in a plastic bag and stick it in the freezer so you can save up a few carcasses and make chicken stock!—
Cover stew mixture once more and let simmer while you prep your tacos. Overall I like mine to stew about 45 minutes to an hour.
What you like in your tacos is totally up to you but we like:
chicken (of course)
and corn tortillas freshly fried in sunflower oil
We had leftover chicken and it was perfect for making taco salad the next night! I just added blue corn chips to the rest of the ingredients, lots of romaine, replaced the refried beans with canned black beans, and voila! The chicken juices and sour cream make a perfect dressing. I don’t like a drenched salad, but if you do, a little sunflower oil and lime would be great as well.
I do this so much better than the local Mexican restaurants. Sometimes it sucks to live so far north.
Happy day and happy cooking, and don’t forget to be a nice human!