I bought a box of 38lbs of gala apples from bountiful basket this week…
This is the first of three things I want to make with them:
Apple Sauce! 2 pints of plain ole applesauce…no sugar, no nothing. That’s for Phoebe. And then there’s 7pints and 1 quart of spiced applesauce, which has yummy spices and just a little sugar.
They are both yummy.
I still have Caramel Apple Jam and Apple Pie filling left to do tomorrow and/or early next week!!
Now I’m beat!!
I **might** have procured these from my neighbors garden. In my defense they moved out so it was fair game, right? That’s over 8lbs of red tomatoes and then the greener ones.
I might try making my own pasta sauce….
And keep an eye out for more to ripen before someone else moves in!!
Free is free…and I like free.
I went to the dentist tomorrow and found out all of my wisdom teeth need taking out, ASAP, and I have to have this other tooth pulled BC it broke during my pregnancy with Patrick because of throwing up. Ugh.
And now I find out all dental insurances kind of suck. And this is going to be pricey for me. And Idk if Aaron’s work is going to give him off for my surgery and recovery. Or how this will effect breastfeeding. Basically I want to cry.
A lot. And all the time over this. Dammit.
Like a loser waiting for someone else from the Mom’s group, anyone, to show up at this park. They meet weekly at a park and of course the one time I can come, no one shows up. I’m sitting here for a few more minutes and then leaving. I’d let Patrick play but it’s a lot of bigger kid things (tire swings and this half dome climbing things) and it’s huge so yeah I’d rather wait for Aaron to get off work and take him to the little park by our house.
Sighs. I really wanted adult interaction other than David and Aaron. Or the dentists office.
And that boy is FINALLY calling me Mom. Not Mama or Mommy…he’s started calling me Mom. Consistently. With purpose.
No longer does he constantly call me “Daddy”!!!! Progress.
One of *THE* most annoying things people can say is “boys will be boys.” For being dirty, for breaking bones, for lewd behavior, etc.
Also, what the hell kind of reply is that to a mother (not me) who thinks her son (2) broke his arm a second time and wants to know why his bones broke so easy (literally someone said “boys will be boys stop looking for someone to blame”). Like I can’t even.
I’ve said it, rarely, usually in regard to Patrick farting and laughing but I know little girls do that too. And I try not saying it because gender doesn’t equal behavior.
I’ve seen it a lot lately and it bugs me. Because Patrick loves to get dirty outside but wants to be cleaned up IMMEDIATELY after he comes in (or if dinner is messy he wants cleaned up before getting out of his chair) and he loves ChapStick and my purse and and dressing up. Is he now a girl? Nope.
Ugh. People. It hurts.
She passed out in her bouncer for the night before I could do her monthly picture, so I will have to do that tomorrow…
This little angel is 6 months old today!! How has it already been half a year since I gave birth?? And why have I lost no weight since the initial 30lb drop? I need to fix this…”I just had a baby” isn’t really a valid excuse anymore.
Anyway, Happy 6 months Little Miss!!