lunch at 5 pm
After a morning of grocery shopping, visiting our friends and their new daughter in the hospital (lucy bean's new best friend), as well as running papa to the restaurant, poor little one was tuckered out.
she had one of those fitful afternoons where she wanted to sleep, and bleated like a baby bird on the edge of a nest, but wouldn't allow herself to sleep.
when i finally put her down, and heard no crying for twenty minutes, i made myself this lunch. gf pasta with the bacon that danny had cooked up for the fat for a meal two days ago, a tomato i chopped up rough and fast, some goat cheese, good olive oil drizzled quickly.
and on the couch, next to the remote (to attempt a dvd i would not finish today), one of dozens of burp cloths around the house (i keep calling them drop cloths, as though she will paint the walls with her spit-up), the binky she pretty much refuses to use (oh, it would make the car rides so much easier), and the cell phone, so i can reach it before the ringing wakes her up.
this is my life these days.