That's very interesting

Every other comment out of my four year old, Eliza, is "That's very interesting!" It's really so nice to have such positive acknowledgment of everything I say. Except, of course, when she is screaming for me at 4 in the morning because she has wet her bed and when I ask if she wants to come sleep in my room I get "that's interesting?"

Hmmmm.

I found a healthy (somewhat, what do you expect) kid treat yesterday. More aptly, I baked one. Flaxseed Oat bars. Yum. They want to eat them for breakfast this morning covered in milk and know what? I'm going to let them! because that would be interesting.

Today we have the other Grandma and Grandpa and Uncle coming over for Grammee's birthday dinner. I'm going to make the clams and mussels in a coconut milk curry broth and a cheese plate with roasted garlic and lots of bread.

I have to say that after all my complaining the holiday is going very well. Relaxing and fun makes me think being independently wealthy would be very interesting.

Every other word out of baby Parker's mouth is POO. We've gone way past pinecones and actual poo; now, every speck of dirt, every little rock and pebble, every froot loop is POO!!!

Have a nice day.