On the Phone

We are finally at that point in Den's trip that we can count the hours til he gets home. Well, technically we could from when he left, but it would have been a lot of hours.

Eddie's latest thing is making his own pb and j. He can now open the pantry door, even tho' the handle is up high. Note: He can also reach 1/2 way back on the counter and is tall enough to hold the regular handrail on the stairs. Anyway, so we have peanut butter with a red top and pb with a blue top. Eddie always insists on the blue top, so we've got this wee little bit left in the red top I'm trying to figure out how to use.

He can't figure out how to get the pb out of the container and I give him a demitasse spoon to get the jelly. He usually gets to spread it on the bread. I think I've finally taught him not to lick the knife--certainly not to lick and dip. Not sure how many reminders that will need, but he caught himself yesterday--he started to stick the knife in his mouth, stopped and went to get a spoon, so he could eat a spoonful of jelly. I was so proud.


So according to Cookie, Josie has been able to hold her own bottle for a month now. News to me. These next pictures were taken while we were on the phone with daddy last night (his Friday morning). She isn't sitting unassisted, but she sure can hold her own bottle. I love these pants--they have hydrangeas on them--wish I'd gotten the size for next year too (as I'm apt to do when I like an outfit).
Here Ed is blowing a kiss goodbye to daddy. In the background by Cookie is a picture of daddy on the bullet train--Ed specifically asks me to pull this picture up so much I just printed out a copy.

So at the risk of all the ribbing I'm about to get, I will admit the following: I burnt brocolli I was steaming. Now in my defense, I was trying to pump milk at the same time. Cookie said to cook it about 8 min and I did it about 4 -5 min. too long. When you are dealing with a small amount of water in a pan, every minute is evaporated water. I just forgot about it--until I smelled soemthing and wondered what it was...then I looked over at the stove and still couldn't figure it out until a switch turned in my brain and I remembered I was cooking.

So not only did I burn the brocolli -- it actually looked okay, but tasted pretty bad, I burned the bottom 2 inches of the pan. Black. Then, using ketchup, Cookie magically got it 98% clean. I was so proud of myself--I'd bought fresh brocolli and chopped it and everything--it was going to be so tasty. If there is any doubt as to my kitchen prowness, let it now be put to rest.

G'parents Wisc. arrived yesterday. They had a long day as the first leg of their flight was delayed, and they got here about 4 hours after they planned, but g'pa still came bounding up the stairs when he heard Eddie. Eddie didn't want any pictures this morning, even for daddy, so I look this one with him in the corner, he kind of blends into the toys.