Boats and Men

It has been a really long day here. Porter is sick and tired and Molly will not nap. So I will just leave you with some words of wisdom from a four year old:

Mom, I don't know much about men. But I know A LOT about boats.

I'm Cooking: Sweet and Sour Chicken with Carrots, Brown Rice, Roasted Asparagus. The chicken recipe was a new one for me, but everyone here really liked it. It's not sweet and sour Chinese-style, but with lemon and honey and cinnamon and paprika. I used chicken breasts instead of thighs, and didn't exactly follow the amounts as I like a lot of sauce to pour over my rice, but the recipe is very forgiving. Yum. The asparagus was my first from the CSA, and it was very fresh and delicious just roasted with a little olive oil and lemon pepper.

Evening

Last night we had chicken fingers and egg rolls and pretzels for dinner. Not our usual fare, but we were having a picnic. On the water. It was perfect.

End of an Era

So Molly is 16 months old now. I am still nursing her. I only nursed Porter for about 8 months, so this toddler business is new to me. She loves it. It's been really easy and nice for everyone involved. She never took a bottle, and she still will not drink milk. But now I am thinking that it's time to be done. She is my baby and a huge part of me is sad to think about this part of our lives being finished.

BUT, she is turning into the biggest crank-pot ever with me. And I think the nursing has a lot to do with it. I wasn't even clued in to this until my lovely friend Elena said that was when she weaned all of her babies. When they were fussy with her and perfectly happy with everyone else. And that is exactly what Molly is doing. She can be having a grand old time with Bryce, then as soon as I come along she's whiny and fussy and clingy and I can't do anything. Even though she doesn't talk, she can now ask to nurse, and when I refuse, she throws a tantrum. Fists pumping the floor kind of thing.

PLUS, I have to admit that it sounds nice to have my body back. To be able to drink 4 cups of coffee with impunity. And to be able to leave her overnight with other people (namely my mom this summer!) and not have to worry.

So I know all this, but I am dragging my feet. I guess I just have to do it. Maybe next week.

I'm Cooking: Last night I made Cream of Celery soup. I just used half the cream and more chicken stock. I'm not the biggest fan of celery, but this was tasty, a standard creamy vegetable soup. And Bryce couldn't even figure out what was in it. It's kind of rich, and would be better as a first course (not that we have meals with courses around here) I think. I also made a Key Lime Pie. I use the recipe from my Fannie Farmer Baking Book, but I found it here online. I use a graham cracker crust though, and I always end up using like 10 tablespoons lime juice. Have I mentioned that I love limes?