Bruschetta and wine? That's a good dinner, right?

Bruschetta and wine? That's a good dinner, right?

That sounds perfect, vw. Now I want that instead. Sadly there are no tomatoes and no wine here.

Leftovers are a beautiful thing!

I used to know what leftovers were before I met TCG. Sadly, he usually finishes almost everything, there is rarely enough leftover for a whole second dinner, maybe a little bit for lunch.

Sorry Em was being so difficult.

The end of the work day was interesting. About 3:30 everyone figured out that there is new filtering software on the server so everyone was getting blocked from their usual websites. There's been a major crackdown and everything is blocked. I'm not exactly sure how this works but there are some websites where we have a 60 minute quota and if you click on the link then you can access it for 10 mins.

But not right away, first the request goes to our IT people, and they look and see if it's okay and then you can go back and if it's okay you get to read the website.

For example, I was poking around and was on Yahoo and clicked on a news article and I got the Quota message because it was Financial but didn't get to access the article right away. I went back and clicked on it and I could.

This week is going to be crazy withrdawl for me.

The sauce seems to have come out fine. Some proscuitto, some peas, a little of the half and half, some grated cheese, and some crumbled gorgonzola. It is patiently waiting for the pasta to finish boiling. I am going to pretend it is a healthy meal for the whole wheat pasta and the peas.

And the calcium and protein, sj. Don't forget that.

I am woman enough to admit that I am a much better mommy to infants than I am to toddlers.

Dude, toddlers are strange beasties. Adorable but EVIL to the fucking core of their being. They manipulate you emotionally, exhaust you physically, drain you financially and then grin at you, wrap their dimpled arms around your neck and melt whatever is left of your reserves.

I have no illusions about the wee people in my house. I love them, to be sure, but I never, never, NEVER let my guard around them. If I did, they'd knock me out, steal my car keys and credit cards and go on a binge at Toys R Us and Chucky Cheese.

I hope Em fell asleep on the sofa watching a video for you.

We ate the batch of potato & leek soup I made yesterday, topped with some bacon bits, chives and some shredded cheese. Served with some buttered Challah bread. Mmmm...starchy, comforting goodness.

The trick to toddlers, I have learned, is to treat them like you would any "friend" of yours that you don't really trust. Ever be vigilant for their bullshit and let them know in no uncertain terms that you will not be buying it.

That, and take every opportunity to play with them, because they are fun.

I have swept and mopped the living room, dining room, kitchen, mud room, and bathroom. I have also scrubbed and cleaned the bathroom and kitchen, done dishes, done two loads of laundry, and am about to get to the part that will actually make the place look clean: the de-cluttering.

Oh, and let me note that this was not half-assed sweeping and mopping--I actually moved shit out of the way and scrubbed the motherfucker.

I credit the Chicago movie soundtrack and Gwen Stefani for my progress thus far.

The trick to toddlers, I have learned, is to treat them like you would any "friend" of yours that you don't really trust. Ever be vigilant for their bullshit and let them know in no uncertain terms that you will not be buying it.

That, and take every opportunity to play with them, because they are fun.

If you two ever get your parenting book written, this MUST go in it. Best. Analogy. Ever.