I'm reading a great book by Barbara Kingsolver about her family's commitment to eating locally for a year. During this year, as much as possible, they eat only what they grow or can buy from other local growers and producers. Therefore, they are eating only what is in season as well as eating whole foods vs. processed. I'm not far into the book and have learned way more about asparagus than I ever wished to know, but it is also making me very happy about our decision for the past 3 years to join a local CSA and making me look forward to this June when the crops are in again - oh the husk cherries, salad greens, heirloom tomatoes, raspberries and local cheeses!! Oops, I've digressed from the real point of this post.
The real point is that last night while reading, there was a recipe listed and after that recipe the note that if I wanted more recipes I should go to
www.AnimalVegetableMiracle.com. I thought, "Animal, Vegetable, Miracle? Oh that's interesting they did a different website for the recipes. Wait. Why would they do that? That doesn't make any sense!" So I turn the cover over, really look at the title of the book, and lo and behold, the book I have been reading for the past week and referring to in conversation as Animal, Vegetable, MINERAL... is not actually entitled that, but indeed entitled "Animal, Vegetable, Miracle"!!!
So you are now aware that as much as I love books and reading, I obviously don't really pay any attention to what a book is called. Although in my defense, I've talked about this book with several other people and I believe that they have all called it, unprompted by me, Animal, Vegetable, Mineral as well!! You know who you are!
FAVORITE PART OF THE DAY
M: long, much needed afternoon nap (maybe now I can pay attention to details)
T: playing broken daddy
We are at 18 weeks now and expanding. Lots of great little, soft kicks throughout the day. Although they can't be felt from the outside yet. She spends most of her time pressing on my bladder and making me have to pee constantly. There are many joys in pregnancy... having to pee all the time is not one of those joys.
A few days ago Tate came with me for a client lunch meeting. He was good, told jokes and showed off his new blue-teeth-staining mouthwash. I rewarded him with ice cream.
M: Do you want to tell daddy it's brushy-brushy time. Do you want mommy to tell daddy or do you want daddy to tell daddy?
Oval eye! I've got a joke for you.... Why did the chicken cross the kitchen? To see what snacks there were!! Hahhahahahahahahahaaaaa. I'm a blogger and a Tater.
From the bed onto the blow-up mattress! What a morning they had after deciding that 7:30am would be a GREAT time to get up... "It's morning day!"
This just about sums up the day!
I was too tired to think about dinner tonight...what to make, is it in the house, go to the store to shop for it. So I emailed Dave begging for help with the culinary decisions this evening. He came home with potatoes, green beans and pork chops. With mac & cheese for Tate. I set to work cooking with my little helper.
Hmmm.... I still fit in my more stretchy regular clothes. And I do believe that I've started to feel some tiny, whimpy, soft little kicks. A few times a day I feel something and think...."WHAT WAS THAT??? Was that a kick? I think it WAS!!" 
Yes, folks... she is spoiled rotten to the core! That is the dog, in our bed, having made a nest of pillows for herself upon which to snooze the afternoon away. And I allow this??? Well, yeah, I do. It all began when she arrived from the rescue program and promptly fell ill. She required lots of extra care, pampering, love and rest to be able to fight for her life and win. Most days I didn't really think she'd make it, so little things like her sleeping in our bed were not concern for longtime bad habits. But here we are, six and a half years later, with a very spoiled yet alive dog. 
I'm tired tonight. And Dave's chomping at the bit to get his computer back. So that's all you get!
