I watched Munchkin Number 3 all day on Saturday. He was quite fussy and I couldn't figure out what was going on. He was taking a bottle and then would just stop and whine and then kind of choke. Of course, I'm not a mom, so I freaked out a bit. But turns out, he didn't want a bottle. He wanted something to CHEW on. So, I broke out the wooden spoons. He had a grand time chomping on them. Then he ate sweet potatoes, peaches, AND applesauce. Apparently he was hungry. New Life Mom and Dad were there that day, too. It was kind of weird to have them there when I had the baby, but oh well. Such is life, right? I'm sure it was hard for my mom to see me with a baby that's not mine. It's hard enough for me.
We did my taxes. (Blech. Not that I owe anything, but just DOING them makes me want to vomit. Numbers and crap.) And when the baby was sleeping, my dad went through my investment account statements (The ones I don't open because I can't handle it.) and my mom helped me fold and put away laundry. How horrible is that?
In other news, I have mastered the green monsters. At least for now. 1 cup of strawberries, two bananas and 6 romaine leaves with the white stems removed. Tastes awesome. I also made a raw cauliflower chowder. The whole raw thing is not something I intend to embrace full time, but it's been fun to read about it and experiment. I have enough chowder and green monster to last for two days. But sadly, that does not outdo the fact that I bought both a block of provolone and a block of swiss cheese. Did you know that milk products have opiate properties in them and that giving up cheese is akin to giving up morphine? And I've given up drinking, so whatever on the cheese, right?
Or maybe I've gone too far in my research. But whatever. At the moment, I am drinking green smoothies, eating raw cauliflower chowder and munching on berries and grapes. And if I need some cheese, then so be it. Right? Of course, right.