The hubster made a comment recently that made me laugh. Not just laugh but out and out chortle. He said, "You know it seems like things have calmed down for you because you're no longer blogging about the chaos around you." I looked at him with my standard, "You're kidding, right?" expression. Look, it's always a poop storm around these parts. I just opt to focus on the fuzzy parts every now and then. Don't mean I'm not still dodging the poo.
One of my New Year's resolutions was to slow down. To talk less. Reflect more. And write with more calmness. But sometimes, it is hard to keep the chaos under control, regardless of how many darn deep breaths I take. Take Sunday for example. Little man and mamma are hanging out. Things are going well. We have read Goodnight Moon 27 times. We have eaten lots of blueberries and not enough pasta. And we are counting down the seconds to nap time so mamma can have the second coffee she so definitely deserves. When little man throws a wrench into the works.
So here's the requisite warning. We're about to discuss throw up. On a food blog. If that kinda thing freaks you out, I understand. I also understand you likely don't have kids. But we're about to get real (i.e., gross) up in here so if you need to stop reading, I understand. However, if you're like my friend Amy Kim who wisely coined the phrase, "I've been puked and pooed on. Nothing phases me," then by all means, read on.