Food

I love food – isn’t that obvious!

I’ve been thinking a lot more about food lately. How it’s processed, what’s added in, things that I before thought was crazy mumbo jumbo I’m starting to pay more attention.

One of my friends has given me some great resources on places you can look online for getting better food:

www.eatwild.com this links you to local farms, we’ve found a place where we can buy a half of a pasture-fed cow, much better meat for very reasonable prices

http://www.localharvest.org this links you to local farms that might offer fresh fruits and veggies, even CSAs or community supported agriculture

Food, Inc. is coming on tomorrow night on PBS, you might want to check your local listings. I’ve seen clips before, but this will be my first time watching the whole thing. One of the clips that struck a chord with me was the glimpse of the average chicken from the 1950s to today – scary!

I still buy “regular” meat, but I have to admit, I’m now looking for other options. Andrew’s even somewhat caught the bug, being more weary of high fructose corn syrup.

So if you’re interested, check out Food, Inc.

My good girl

My baby says she’s not my baby anymore. If I ever say, “I love my baby”, she’ll say, “I’m not a baby, I’m a GOOD girl”. A few weeks ago I was talking to her about adoption (which I feel very strongly that it is an ongoing conversation), and I was trying to explain to her about her adoption. I said, “Madeleine, you are adopted”, to which she replied, “No, I’m not adopted, I’m a good girl” – totally caught me off guard and I had to laugh. Of course, she’s adopted AND a good girl (well… sometimes – she’s two!).

My good girl is growing so fast, I want to find someway to stop the time from passing so quickly. We’ve said a lot of recent goodbyes. Goodbye to the ba bas (pacis), goodbye diapers (HALLELUJAH!!!), goodbye high chairs, and goodbye crib (I totally had a break down over that one). It’s so hard not knowing if I will ever get the experience of having another baby again, but it also serves as a constant reminder to never take the moment for granted.

I am so very thankful that I get to be called this special good girl’s mamma.

The most tardy Christmas post (ever?)

Yes, I know it’s the middle of April. And I know my web presence is non-existent – did you miss me?

2010 has proved so far to be the busiest year yet, and I’m finally feeling like we are catching up from Maine and the holidays, pathetic, I know!

I didn’t want to forget our 2009 Christmas, it takes the cake for my favorite. We spent Christmas Eve with Andrew’s family, a breakfast at Anne’s in the morning with yummy waffles and the most delicious parfait, and that night we unconventionally went to our favorite Chinese restaurant for dinner and had those who could make it over to our house afterwards to just hang out. I really loved that. After everyone left, I stayed up way too late getting last minute gifts wrapped and making sure all the final details were ready for Christmas day.

Christmas morning we got up and went downstairs to see what Santa had brought. It was so exciting to see Madeleine all excited, and she totally cracked me up when she saw her new toys laid out she thought she had to pick one (she picked the polly-pocket-like Snow White dress-up dolls) and declared, “I want, this one!”. No silly girl, these are all for you! We let her play for a little bit than we packed up and went to my parents’ house, which this year we were so fortunate because the whole family was there!

Madeleine was having a blast. She got to where she started to open presents like it was a process. She would unwrap a gift (throwing away all paper as she tore), say how much she loved the gift, then would run give it to daddy and then demand the next one! I was totally tickled when she was opening this one gift, held in a Macy’s garment box, as soon as she tore through the wrapping paper and saw the Macy’s logo she said, “Thank you sooooo much for my present!” – ha ha ha! like all she got was a Macy’s box, it ended up being even better a new princess dress to wear.

 

We ate a typical ginormous breakfast, snacked on leftovers for the rest of the day and got totally worn out playing on the new Wii. So embarrassing, by the next day I could hardly lift my arm from doing some serious sword fighting!

I didn’t want Christmas to end, but luckily, it’s now only 8 months away!