by mayberry on December 21, 2008
Jeff’s mom sent us a box of Omaha steaks for Christmas, which was very generous but also unintentionally funny, because let’s review the guest list* for our holiday festivities:
- 2 vegans
- 2 low-fat/low-carb dieters
- 2 small children
- 1 vegetarian
- 1 diabetic
- 1 pregnant woman whose stomach has a mind of its own (not a rational mind either)
But just like the box can often be the best part of a gift, the OS packaging brought a half an hour of pure glee:
*P.S. My husband (the special-occasion chef in the MM household) has a whole spreadsheet of the meals he is preparing for this crew. If you have need of any festive vegan recipe suggestions, we stand ready to assist.
P.P.S. Re my last post, it looks like I probably overreacted to the NT measurement I (thought I) saw. The result was normal (although at the upper edge of the accepted range). I feel much better now. And pledge not to abuse Google any further.
by mayberry on November 26, 2008
And I am always one of the ones traveling, every year of the *ahem*twenty*ahem* since I graduated from high school. As a kid, I spent every single holiday at home, not just in my hometown but in our house. My mother was the designated hostess for every Thanksgiving, Christmas, Easter, birthday, Mother’s Day, Father’s Day, Fourth of July and regular old Sunday meal, and the guests were always my grandmother (who lived a few blocks away) and my aunt, uncle, and cousin (who lived around the corner). In the usual kid grass-is-always-greener way, I envied my friends who got to go somewhere and do something for holidays instead of staying home which is so boring.
Be careful what you wish for, as they say. Since I turned 18, I’ve never been in my own home for Thanksgiving. Not that I ever wanted to cook a turkey in my dorm room or my Manhattan studio apartment, but you see what I mean. It feels a bit Peter Pan-ish to always be the guest and never the host. Like I’m not a Real Mom (hi, Motrin!) until I’ve stuffed the turkey and mashed the potatoes my own self.
(The reality is that my husband cooks the turkeys around here anyway.)
Truthfully, I can deal with Thanksgiving travel, even when it’s on a crazy day like today and even with two travel companions under 7 years old. They may be young, but they are experienced. Thanksgiving doesn’t have quite the baggage Christmas does (in the form of gifts, for one, and more firmly entrenched traditions, for two) and I’m above all thankful that we have families who love us and with whom we will enjoy sharing a meal.
I’m thankful for all of you, too, and hope you have a wonderful day and weekend, wherever you spend it and whatever you eat.
by mayberry on August 26, 2008
It’s a little eerie how these PBN products have dropped into my life so serendipitously this summer. First we had the Hanes underwear so perfect for a tender little waistline, and now we have Yoplait yogurt: another must-have for a post-infection, antibiotic-crammed little gut. We needed to rebuild the healthy bacteria in our 6-year-old’s body, and yogurt is the perfect choice. The only problem: Too much sugar, and we’d undo all the goodness of yogurt (hello, digestive unpleasantness).
Review (and giveaway!) over at The Full Mommy today.
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And! I’m guest-posting over at Mrs. Chicken’s. Click over if you want to hear about my idyllic childhood. Thanks to my lovely hostess!
