Yesterday was one of those days. Things started out good (Mama was up @ 5 getting it done), but they slowly deteriorated with a sinus headache. We were supposed to meet some friends at the new Perot Museum in Dallas at 3 PM; by noon I told them there was no way we would make it. Ailie was having a whack attack; my head was throbbing; H was running around like a crazy man and still not napping; we had no dinner plan (we’d be stuck in rush hour traffic on the way home); oh, and I definitely had not showered.
Feeling like a hot mess, I was able to finally eat my lunch (salad with salmon, spinach, romaine, tomato, and carrots, plus my totally against-the-rules Lite Caesar dressing that I can’t bear to throw away). Baby A doesn’t want to nap in her crib these days, so I reluctantly put her in her swing to let her snooze for a few minutes.
I got to work making this granola recipe that Koos texted me.
My concoction refused to be rolled into balls, but man, was it EVER DELICIOUS. Hendrik threw himself dramatically to the ground sobbing when I asked him to try a bite; when he finally relented he would not stop eating. Make these today!
Next, I chopped up some carrots and green beans to go with our leftover pork and vegetarian baked beans. Dinner eventually looked like this:
(It broke my heart not to eat a sesame seed bun with J’s delicious pulled pork, but I survived it.)
(I loaded my plate with mostly veggies like a good little health-nut, but it’s no problem for me. I love vegetables of all kinds. I just roasted the carrots and beans with a bit of EVOO, salt, pepper, and a little old-school Mrs. Dash. Yum.)
After dinner prep I managed to get in a Jillian workout. This one was from our library. (I love being able to check out fitness DVDs; you save the cash and you alleviate boredom.)
Between Biggest Loser and this DVD, JM is looking better than ever. I’ll have what she’s having. Sister is ripped.
I was able to complete 20 minutes before A woke. Eventually, H woke from his 2.5 hour nap (!) and performed his impressive down dog:
Later, J and I got into a knock-down drag-out about a conventional pear. (I’m not kidding.) Beware: insisting on organic can sometimes drive your partner insane.
He came around though. We’re all learning.