*Woke up early to get your day started (6am) *Learned a new word during breakfast (toast) *Decided 6am was waaay too early to wake up and took a nap at 8:45am (yay) *Played and played with the sitter *Took trash out for Mommy (I tie it up, you drag it out the back door- good job) *Learned how to use your mini fishing pole in the bathtub (good work) *Downed a shot of Motrin to fight of the aches of your cold
I promised a friend I'd post the recipe for the soup I made last week. I made it again today- Yum! (Yes, those are Christmas muffin papers. I'm all sad since I packed up Halloween stuff last night. Gotta move on to the next-ish holiday.)
1 32oz carton of lower sodium chicken broth 1 10.75oz can of Hunt's tomato puree 1 14.5oz can of diced tomato (I use either plain or fire-roasted with garlic) 1/2 cup half n half or whole milk 1 small onion, diced 1 Tb. olive oil salt, pepper and dried basil to taste garlic powder (if the diced tomato is plain)
Saute onion in olive oil over medium heat until translucent. Add the rest of the ingredients and simmer for 15 minutes to allow the flavors to meld. (Sometimes I use the hand blender to puree the soup while it is simmering.) Make a box of Jiffy Corn Muffins while the soup is simmering. They make an excellent soup companion! :)
Your Dad and I have washed them a MILLION times. We've assembled their many parts so many times we can do it blindfolded. We might have cursed them on more than one occasion. But tonight, as I packed them away until the next baby, I cried about them. Well, I cried about you never needing one again. The bottles. It really started because I tried to remember the very last time I fixed you a bottle and gave it to you. I couldn't. And I bawled. Because that means that I forgot something about you. I know it's a condition of the brain, to remember some things but forget most, but it's just not okay with me when it comes to you. I want to remember every moment. To be able to conjure any experience we've had together. To know that you are right there in my thoughts when I need you.
Things seem to be moving at a breakneck pace since you were born. You are growing up so very fast. The experience of raising you is the best thing your Dad and I have ever been a part of. Every day you bring a joy to our lives that we are so grateful for. Last night we were talking about you over our dinner date and both of us were just brimming with pride and wonder over what a happy, curious and smart little boy you are. We had just been trick-or-treating earlier in the night and you were so into it. We were impressed at how quickly you caught on and how thrilled you were to pick out candy from the bowls of neighbors. You were delighted and you were a delight. You were the cutest skeleton around. We love you.
Here's a photo representation of our Halloween trick-or-treating!
I'm a 32 year old Momma. I live in Atlanta with my sweet baby boy, my cute husband, my happy-go-lucky pup and my naughty cat. I love family, friends, cooking, and the beach. Feel free (obligated) to leave me a comment!