A New Normal

With The Mister’s days off shifting slightly, he proposed we experiment with Luv’s routine. You see, my husband has this uncanny ability in creating instant brain fog for me. My train of thought chugs and crawls to a pitiful, wheezing stop.

“Switch her weekend to the middle of the week.” ~ The Mister

At first I protested. Change?? Ain’t nobody got time for that!

{I kid.}

A New Normal

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No. I can’t make lunch AND watch a baby at the same time. So just go and watch Daddy play… Oy vey! ~ Luv to Bugsy {she got the first gem from Daddy, the second was all my doing}

Steak Salad with Tarragon Vinaigrette

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I’ll prep and make mushrooms for The Mister and Luv without complaint. They love them. Luv recently asked me why I don’t eat them. She actually tried to insinuate that I should like them because I like “all the foods”.

*crickets*

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The one thing you literally can’t even is non-existence. ~ The Mister

Tarragon Beef Stew

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Because of its anise-like flavor, tarragon works well with many meals. I love to add fresh tarragon to salad dressings, tarragon takes center stage in French sauces like the classic Béarnaise sauce, and it’s delicious with chicken and fish. Surprisingly, tarragon also works wonderfully with beef. So when I noticed I was down to my final stew meat pack from the cow we split with our in laws, I knew I wanted to incorporate tarragon in a warm, comforting stew.

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Bugsy and Co-Sleeping

Four weeks ago Luv’s new mattress was delivered. Which by the way, arrived wrapped tightly with plastic wrap, rolled up in a box. As I cut away the plastic, the springs began to pop up. It was like a giant jack-in-a-box, but without the creepy clown. I put on the freshly washed sheet, laid down her blanket, and lined up her pillows and “friends”.

Then I turned to the next bed. *sigh* Bugsy’s. It was official. They were sharing a room. Of course, he already had mostly free reign in this room. He was able to come and go as he pleased. She was well aware that one day this would happen. And she was actually excited for it.

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Shoo too! ~ Bugsy proudly showing me the handful of prosciutto he snuck from Sissy’s plate