Sunday, August 9, 2009
Thursday, August 6, 2009
This time, I was the sick one. Spent a week on the livingroom floor, building increasingly elaborate buildings for Chas to knock down. Treehouse on all day. Occasional forays onto the deck, when I was feeling really adventurous.
I managed to continue to feed the kid properly, (Thank you, Good Food Box) but all I could stomach was Ramen Soup, my Very Sick Girl Staple. I blush, as a foodie, to confess the recipe: Oriental style Mr. Noodles, with a few finely sliced mushrooms, some slivered cabbage, and scallions thown in at the same time as the soup pack. You need that soup pack. Fatty steam cures just about everything.
Permanent effects of the sick week include:
- Chas' embarassing familiarity with even more television shows. He's at just the right age to wholeheartedly embrace Bob the Builder, ("I be Bob! Backhoe loader my buddy!") but somehow, thanfully, the siren song of Dora fell on deaf ears.
- Chas' great concern for my health every time he sees me eating an asian-ey noodle dish. "Spicy noodle. Mama sick?"
I managed to continue to feed the kid properly, (Thank you, Good Food Box) but all I could stomach was Ramen Soup, my Very Sick Girl Staple. I blush, as a foodie, to confess the recipe: Oriental style Mr. Noodles, with a few finely sliced mushrooms, some slivered cabbage, and scallions thown in at the same time as the soup pack. You need that soup pack. Fatty steam cures just about everything.
Permanent effects of the sick week include:
- Chas' embarassing familiarity with even more television shows. He's at just the right age to wholeheartedly embrace Bob the Builder, ("I be Bob! Backhoe loader my buddy!") but somehow, thanfully, the siren song of Dora fell on deaf ears.
- Chas' great concern for my health every time he sees me eating an asian-ey noodle dish. "Spicy noodle. Mama sick?"
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