Hello momsnack!

Dear friends,

I've started a new blog, and I'd be tickled if you would visit me over there. The URL is www.momsnack.co 
Momsnack is a blog about food and stuff, with an emphasis on the food :)

I've been feeling a little confused over here with how much to make public and how much to make private, so I've organized myself to turn this into more of a baby book for Isaac and Noa with more pictures and (sometimes stressed out) mommy-thoughts, and to make momsnack more public, with lots of recipes and project ideas. There will still be lovely photos, just not quite so Isaac and Noa centered. The kiddos are even are going to get secret names!

Anyway, in a little bit, I am going to make this website password necessary, so if you would like the password, please write me, or leave a comment and I will send it to you.

Big hugs,
Eva

Playing Pretend

Playing worker

Isaac has been wanting to act out a childbirth scenario every night before he goes to sleep. His inspiration was a video that Jeremy's brother took when Isaac was one day old and I was in an excited happy tizzy about Isaac's entry into the world. In the video I tell a story about how during some of my most intense labor, Jeremy happened to be making a sandwich. He would make it for a while, and then when I needed him, he would come and stand in front of me. I would grab his legs with all the strength in me and he would rub my back. That was going ok, until a contraction started and he told me, "Sorry sweetie, I have avacado on my hands and I need to wash it off first." I yelled back, "I don't care!!!!! I NEED YOU!!!"

That's what Isaac likes to act out, except that I don't grab his legs. Our "pretend" ends with me giving birth, and handing the baby to him to admire. He then takes the baby with him into his sleeping bag and tells me, "It's okay mommy. I'll give him milk and Bengal Spice [tea]"

The thing is, childbirth is just one small aspect of playing pretend. He used to have his own imaginary friends, and still does - the funniest lately is bad guy "Dufuserny", but now he has made me the human embodiment of many of his dearest. I am now Madlenka, a little girl who inexplicably drives and cooks dinner. I'm her friend Cleopatra, who has many of her same advanced qualities. I'm Doctor B., who puts casts on both his legs before breakfast(!). I'm sleeping beauty, and I'm mommy. Often with the exception of the doctor, who "spends a lot of time at her office.", I'm all of them at once and have conversations with myself.

"Hi little boy!", "Hi!" "Who are you!?", "I dunno anymore!"

The Kid Can Argue!

I need no colorful land

I bought Isaac some watercolor paper today thinking that while Noa napped he could paint. He's been asking to paint a lot lately. We got all set up and he painted a green shape in the bottom corner of the paper. I said I thought it looked like a turtle. He said, "No, it's a building."

I said ok, and went to go get Noa from her nap. 5 minutes later he told me he was all finished. I asked about the rest of the blank white paper, and he said, "I switched, now it's a turtle" I suggested that he paint the ocean around the turtle, and he said, "No, this is a dry-land turtle". So I suggested he draw the dry land, and he answered, "The dry land is white." Couldn't say anything more to that!

Go Isaac!