Blogging Tapas

Time for some bits of randomness that I'm too tired to flesh out.

--Some of my favorite bloggers aren't blogging as much anymore. Then again, neither am I. I look forward to a time when it's more feasible...perhaps when I can actually put the laptop in my lap again?

--We tried to have dinner out at Chipotle last night. Turns out black beans are suddenly tiny black Death Stars sent mailorder straight from Satan, because a meal that Eva's eaten time and again without complaint induced shrieks that nearly brought the walls down. Two timeouts in the bathroom didn't touch it, so we had our first experience of bagging food to go and walking out with a screaming, flailing toddler underarm. In the car, from the backseat: "What was I doing in that restaurant?" What, indeed.

--Water play must first be approached with mild trepidation, crocodile tears, and whining before being fully embraced. It always is fully embraced, but the lead-in is tricky.

--It cannot be good for my teeth to be chewing this much ice.

--About four weeks now. I am not ready. It is a testament to the generosity of my friends and family (as well as my refusal to dress infant Eva in much pink) that I now have so many clothes for this baby-- all the way up to 3T-- that I'm actually drowning in laundry. I did make headway with Mount Burpcloth yesterday, however. If Silas doesn't have reflux, I have a bumper crop of dustcloths on my hands.

--For the first time in the history of the Twilight franchise, I have an outing next week with a bunch of girlfriends centered entirely on watching the movie together. Though Mr. Milkweed is, I think, secretly bummed that I'm not dragging him to this one, I'm ridiculously excited to make it an Estro-fest. Prior to the movie, we're meeting up at my favorite Richmond restaurant thus far-- this one-- and my friend C. is also making some kind of lemony dessert in honor of the baby on the way. I cannot WAIT.

--For the record, Team Jacob.