Day One Fifty Eight joins the ranks of the completely unknown and forgotten, goodbye day One Fifty Eight!

Luke’s homemade wheat bread from the lawn.

If there is something I can say with great certainty, there is nothing more wonderful than the concept of buying food for an entire week.

I cannot achieve this goal, I am a person (like the French!), who likes to go to the market daily and buy whatever looks good that day.

This is a really bad way to organize ones life with two kids to feed. Really bad.

Lucky for me, Mommy is great at it and when she can she stocks me up on a Sunday andI am good to go.

What a pleasure!

Another moment of forgetfulness that is hard to admit.

I spent the hole morning explaining to Luke that today was not garbage day, but isn’t it odd that we are hearing garbage trucks? Oh, no, tomorrow is garbage day Luke, remember?

Well, I guess not Dad.

I came home from dropping Luke off and going to RIE class with Lily only to realize all the neighbors bins were out and the trucks were swarming. Like a mad men. I ran around flagging down garbage trucks trying to get our bins emptied. I was successful in two out of three cases, but alas, the lone blue bin has been sitting outside for a week now waiting for its turn.

Did I remember next time,

YES!

A quote from one of Luke’s friends at school I particularly like.

“I love popcorn at school, but I will NEVER eat it at home”

After the rains there is nothing like at hike at Temescal Canyon. I had hoped to find something resembling a frog or a slamander, but they eluded us quite well. Though, we distinctly heard more than one frog, at least we think we did.

The Bar

As I have suggested, Lily has some interesting eating habits and this is one of them.

There are these Trader Joe’s berry bars, Luke used to eat them and a few months ago Lily had a passing interest. But this interest grew, unclear whether it was the taste or the look or just something she wanted to be interested in.

Ba, Ba, Ba, she would exclaim

Then a few weeks ago she demolished a whole bar in front of me, Blueberry to be exact. I was like, oh, I get it, now she is going to really eat those bars!

For a few days she ate most of a bar when she asked, but it taped down to zero pretty quick.

Now she askes for Ba! a LOT and is VERY excited about picking them out of a bowl we keep them in. She also wants to sit outside at her little table, her special bar eating location. Then she eats none of it, just a wee nibble.

This morning we had two such occurrences, one blueberry and one apple thinking perhaps she just wanted a different flavor, nope, end result, two uneaten bars.

What’s a poppa to do?