So guess what? Being distracted while you are trying to steam asparagus will most likely cause you to forget that you were cooking at all and your lovely beautiful asparagus will burn burn burn once all the water under the steamer gets steamed away. My actual thought process once I came back into the kitchen– “Hmm…oh riiight– I was cooking. Where’s that burned smell coming from? Why is it coming from the pot of steamed asparagus? Wha? HUH? WHY IS THERE SMOKE COMING FROM THE POT OF STEAMED ASPARAGUS?” Lesson learned–burned steamed asparagus will stink up the place awful quickly.

Also–Owen snaps to attention pretty quickly when the smoke alarm goes off too.

Luckily we’ve had a few really nice days so I’ve been able to leave the doors open to air the place out without freezing us out. I’m happy to report that as of today it no longer smells like a delightful combo of burning trash and/or really burnt popcorn in my house.

We finally found someone to come and till the area that is going to be our little garden. I’m starting all the little seeds this weekend so that hopefully we’ll be ready to fill the garden up with little plants in about six weeks. You know, until the wild rabbits decide that I’ve planted a bunch of snacks for them and they destroy it all. The eternal optimist–that’s me.

Owen has managed to catch his first cold, conveniently at the same time that my husband has been sick as well, so I’ve been busy taking care of my two babies. Three shiny gold stickers to whomever can guess who the bigger baby has been (hint–it isn’t the one who still wears diapers). It seems like the worst is over and everyone is on the mend.

What I would like to know is why it has to be such a terrible thing to have your nose picked. Owen acts like I’m asking for a kidney every time I pick a huge booger out of his nose. Little newsflash pal, it isn’t like I look forward to the privilege of picking your nose and I do believe I’m doing you a favor by making it easier to breathe.

On a completely different tangent, I have discovered the coolest thing: Pandora It is entirely possible that this has been around for a while and I am just now finding it as I tend to be on the tail end of cool new things. It’s a free (and legal) music search/play thing that I won’t be able to do justice trying to explain–so you just need to go and visit the link and see for yourself.

Now I’m off to the craft store to buy yarn (glorious yarn–my secret weapon in my bid to take over the world) and a new pattern. I’ve wanted to knit a blanket for Owen for a while and thought I had found an easy and cool looking pattern. After my third attempt to make it past row 28 and my third result of having to rip everything out yet again I’m done with the stupid pattern and looking for something different that won’t cause me more stress. Knitting is supposed to be relaxing, right?

Ooh looky looky–I’m not too good to post. Seriously though, things have been busy enough in my ‘real life’ that during any fleeting moments of free time I feel a little like I’m trapped in the eye of a really big storm, just catching my breath and waiting for the next onslaught.

Some quick highlights of the past two weeks–

*My husband has been traveling quite a bit for work, so this means that I am playing single parent. This also means that dinner (for me) can and will consist of microwave popcorn, a hard boiled egg and a glass of orange juice. Yay for balanced eating.

*There IS light at the end of the tunnel. After a rough week where I just totally caved and Owen slept with me pretty much every night because I was just too tired to be loving and consistent…he has spent the past two nights in his crib (without tears) sleeping the entire night away with nary a wake up or even a peep. Hopefully I have not now jinxed this blessed occurence by mentioning it here.

*I think I’m going to be brave and put in a garden this summer. So when I’m bored at work (read=boring weekly conference call that I have to sit through and I never get anything out of) I am totally planning out my little backyard garden; what I’m going to grow, my dimensions and layout and how I’m going to keep the wild rabbits that live in our backyard out of it.

We also had our first swimming lesson, the boy and I, and let’s just say that a swimming suit (even a modestly cut tankini) is not my best outfit currently. How can I be under the weight (by seven pounds) I started out at when pregnant and still look so much more terrible in a bathing suit? Curse you post-partum body. Although, post-partum nursing chest? You may stay as this is the most I’ve ever filled out my swimsuit top. Where were you when I was 15?!!!