There's not much to update in terms of how I'm feeling. Magic Man and I have a new game we play when I go to bed. He likes to keep track of how much time goes by before I get up to go pee. I think I set the newest record at 40 minutes last night. It's just plain annoying. I curl up in bed, get the pillow situated between my legs, lay there, roll over, re-position the pillow, start to drift off and... it's time to get up. In all seriousness, though, everything is fine. Niblette is a mover and a shaker, I'm doing my best to eat healthy when all I want some days is a giant burger with a metric ton of fries, and there a lot of balls in the air when it comes to our money situation. Sounds about right for a couple expecting their first.
I've been doing a lot of thinking about things to teach my daughter when she's old enough to understand and appreciate them. Last night reminded me of one I wanted to remember: pantry cooking.
Magic Man and I really need to go grocery shopping but it wasn't going to happen last night. The cupboards aren't bare but they're sparse. He looked in the kitchen and just thought, "We need to go shopping" resigned to having a sandwich or cereal. I looked in the kitchen and said, "I see dinner." Dinner was some bacon and a delicious (all bias aside) puff pancake dish with peaches, sliced almonds, and a cream sauce. With a handy recipe and a couple substitutions, dinner was wonderful.
I want to teach my daughter how to do that. How to be resourceful. How to be determined. How to make something beautiful out of seemingly nothing. After all, that's how she came to be.
I hope to add more "What I Will Teach Her Posts" in the coming weeks.
This is a great post. I love being resourceful as well. It's something I learned from the Haitian people. When you have nothing, it really challenges your creativity, and Haitians have definitely risen to the challenge. I want to be like that too. You are amazing!
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