Addicted to Parmesan

My local grocery store recently turned into a fancy pants store with European-style bread and non-refrigerated blocks of cheese.

One day, after a recent trip to TGI Friday’s where I enjoyed the Strawberry Fields Salad, complete with shaved parmesan cheese, I decided to brave it up and check out the room-temperature cheese section.

I brought home a sliver of parmesan and promptly stuck it in the refrigerator, hoping the cool air would make it last an extra year or two since I wasn’t sure if I could use it often enough to keep it from going bad.

Now it’s a few weeks later and I just bought my second block of room-temperature parmesan. I put it on everything—sandwiches, salads, pasta—everything. I don’t even know how I lived without it for all of those years.

What a boring life I had before the parmesan.

Mommy Needs Her Reading Time

While the rest of the world was reading Harry Potter last Saturday, I was reading Twilight. And while the rest of the world was still reading Harry Potter on Sunday, I was reading New Moon, the sequel to Twilight. I finally broke down and bought Harry Potter on Tuesday when I couldn’t get my mind off of the silly vampire love story, but now that I’m finished, I’m back to obsessing about vampires. Seriously, it’s ridiculous. If you haven’t read Twilight yet, you should probably go get it right now.

And don’t even ask how many times Liam has watched Cars over the last week.

Accepting Defeat

Almost Too Sore to Type

I went surfing on a Flowrider two nights ago at Ben’s company party, and almost 48 hours later I’m still too sore to pick Liam up. I don’t remember a time when I’ve felt so sore, except maybe right after Liam was born.

Even with the soreness, though, if you told me I could go again tonight I would jump in the car right now. It was THAT fun.

Envy

My mom's camera is cooler than mine.

Did You Ever Know a Wump with Just One Hump?

In case you were wondering which page of One Fish Two Fish Red Fish Blue Fish is Liam’s favorite, he’s been sitting on the couch repeating, “wump” over and over and giggling to himself for the last 20 minutes.

Orange You Glad I Didn't Say Banana?

As I was getting ready for girls camp a couple weeks ago, I sort of felt like I was doing one of those color-themed Internet package swaps.

Back to the Grind

I just got back from a week-long vacation in California, followed by a crazy week of girls camp preparation, followed by a week of girls camp, and now I’m like 25498763 hours behind on So You Think You Can Dance. How lucky that they're taking a week off so I can catch up.

Copycat

Over the last few weeks, Liam has been showing off his newfound personality. Sometimes I wish he would keep it to himself, but that’s probably just me letting him stay up late too many nights in a row and then calling his lack of sleep a “personality.”

One day last week I got out a few cookbooks to help make a grocery list. Liam wanted to read one of the cookbooks, and he had a fit when I wouldn’t give him one. Finally I succumbed, even though I knew it would probably come back with one or two pages missing.

Instead, Liam climbed up in the chair next to me, opened the cookbook, and started turning pages. The best part, however, was that before every page he turned he stuck all of his fingers in his mouth and made a “tsk” noise.

Apparently I had been doing that thing that all elementary school teachers do, where they lick their fingers before they turn the pages. And Liam was copying me like it was some kind of fun game.

Why Do I Love Banjo Jokes So Much?

The Onion posted this sweet article on Saturday about a banjo player who caused all kinds of commotion by starting hootenanies all over Boston.


My favorite part is a quote from some made-up dude about how the banjo player totally messed up his schedule:

"I was already late for work last Monday morning when that smiling fellow started that hootenanny on [Boston Common]," stockbroker Sid Daley said. "It's one thing when infectious banjo music compels you to grab the nearest washboard or empty jug and join along on a Friday night or a Saturday afternoon, but on a Monday morning, when I have meetings? There's a time and a place for letting this kind of deal go down, is all I'm saying."

Honestly, who comes up with this stuff?