Favorite Ingredient

I know I complain about Harrison's sleeping habits a LOT, but there is one thing I love about his sleep: his bedtime. We used to try to keep him up pretty late thinking it would help him sleep for longer stretches, but as I've explained before, this is false. So when we nixed that, and realized he was getting REALLY tired around 7pm, like as in could barely keep his eyes open come 7:05, we were sold.

The 7pm bedtime is pretty glorious, and it allows us many freedoms and normalcies, like:

Eating dinner.

I wouldn't call what I was doing before "eating dinner". I mean, in actuality, that's what I was doing, but if you had caught a glimpse of it, it was more like wolfing down food like an unsocialized, starved neanderthal. When the revelation of the 7pm bedtime came, so did the revelation of eating dinner after he went to bed, so that we could, 1. eat together, 2. actually eat a pace where our taste buds could register the food, and 3. enjoy it.

All of your dinners made my legs explode with cellulite, thanks.

Having a babysitter.

It's a lot easier to convince people to come "babysit" when babysitting entails watching TV on the couch while casually listening for the baby monitor, that probably won't even go off. Even if our potential babysitters wanted to come watch Harrison in his waking hours, it's pretty much impossible for now, because he refuses to let anyone besides Dave or I feed him his cereal. I refuse to let him skip his evening meal of mush, in fear that he will wake up starving earlier than I'm prepared for, and be pissed that he disrupted my restless sleep even more. Therefore, our babysitters are on duty from 7 on. This should really be called "housesitting" rather than "babysitting".

That's what you think...

Going out.

I just have to make it known that I am a much more sane, enjoyable person now that I can go hang out with other sane, enjoyable adults. Monday night, I was able to put Harrison to bed, then immediately drive to Rochester to meet some of my lady friends for dinner. That is the best of both worlds I'd say.

Last night, I made a copycat version of the Olive Garden zuppa toscana soup, in the crockpot I might add, so it was easy and delicious and amazing.

Yup

During the cooking (aka throwing ingredients in the pot and turning it on), I discovered the secret of good cooking. I will reveal it to you because I'm that nice:

Salt.

I loaded up the pot with a lot, and I mean a LOT, of salt, but then because that wasn't enough, when it was done cooking, added in some of the Wegmans Garlic Salt for good measure. This was enough.

This sums it up

We also had an appetizer of bacon, so all in all, a meal made for kings. We discussed the fact that looming in our futures, will be the day when our doctors tell us to cut down on the sodium intake. This will be a sad, sad, day.

As inspired by my sister, this also happened last night:

Half Shamrock, Half Chocolate, Half Amazing

Are you a salt addict? Please say yes so that I'm not alone.