Yesterday

7 AM

"Mom, I don't like it when you don't listen to me"

7:01 AM

"Mom, I don't like it when you don't listen to me"

8:30 AM

"Mom, I don't like it when you don't listen to me"

9:43 AM

"Mom, I don't like it when you don't listen to me"

10:15 AM

"Mom, I don't like it when you don't listen to me"
"Mom, I don't like it when you don't listen to me"

11 AM

"Mom, I don't like it when you don't listen to me"

11:30 AM

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH LISTEN TO ME!! STOP TALKING!!!!!!!!!!"

12 PM - approximately 1:30 PM

Sleeping.

1:32 PM

"Mom, I don't like it when you don't listen to me"

2 PM

Yellow Submarine

4:30ish

"Mom, I don't like it when you don't listen to me"
"Mom, I don't like it when you don't listen to me"

6:23

"Mom, I don't like it when you don't listen to me"
"Mom, I don't like it when you don't listen to me"
"Mom, I don't like it when you don't listen to me"
"Mom, I don't like it when you don't listen to me"

7:30

Mom hides in bedroom for the rest of the night....

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For the record, I'm listening. I can't not listen.

I am the Walrus

One reason I decided to stay at home and temporarily stop working (for other people outside the home) is to enjoy moments like these. Sophia (4 months) cuddled against my chest sleeping (finally) in our wrap carrier. Fiona (3 years) is also sleeping, but I am starting to miss her. She has vast amounts of energy so one is totally drained by, say, 9 AM. But when the life of the party sleeps too long it's frankly too quiet for my taste.

She has decided her new name is John and I am Ringo. Sophia is George and my husband is Paul. Yes, we are The Beatles. She loves them. Fortunately, so do I.

So why Veloute?

As a graduate of the New England Culinary Institute, I wanted something that linked my culinary interests with motherhood. Veloute is one of five "Mother Sauces". It's made with a lightly coloured roux (flour and butter) and stock, most often chicken stock. And salt, of course.

I am also a big advocate of breastfeeding. Maybe Bechamel would have been a more appropriate name. But I chose Veloute.

Music with kids

I have rediscovered Peter, Paul and Mary. I loved a few of their songs as I was growing up, so I obtained a copy of "Peter, Paul and Mommy" for Fiona. She seems to really like it, but not as much as Yellow Submarine.

And I can listen to either over and over without going bitchmother bonkers (I have to admit I totally stole that phrase, but it is really apt)...unlike, say, that charming melody called "Wheels on the Bus".

I want to write something pithy about the decline of our country into a Black Age at the hand of the current administration, but I have been unable to keep up with the grim details. We have no television, I can't sit down long enough to read the newspaper (I can type very quickly), and when I listen to the radio, I'd rather hear music. I must make more effort to keep informed.

This is a testing post

Hi, and welcome to my blog.

I'm sitting here with a bit of muscato, savouring the moment while my husband panders to our 3 year old daughter and carries the 4 month old daughter.

The house is trashed. In a tasteful way that says I've been doing my job.