*Edited to add pictures!*

The Prof is at graduation, shaking hands and shepherding graduates.  Craig is napping upstairs.  Liam is at a friend’s and has been for about 24 hours – not sure when we’ll see him again.  Jack is flailing around the house whining about being bored and kind of destroying my otherwise quiet afternoon, and frankly I wish he’d just buzz off.  His friend came over for a while, and quickly pegged Jack as being in a foul mood, so he went back home.   Jack did have a friend spend the night but they went to bed at a reasonable hour so I don’t know what his deal is, but I am ready for him to take a nap.

Meanwhile, I am drinking a La Croix and enjoying my gorgeous flowers on my back deck, which we finally purchased and potted this past weekend.  They have gotten used to their new pots and perked up, especially after Friday’s dumping rains.

Enjoying the sun after yesterday’s monsoon.

I got a Norfolk pine,


a gardenia,

If only I could upload the scent

some herbs and peppers and strawberries,

Perhaps one day, we shall have a strawberry from this tiny thing

Some kinda hot pepper

Basil (already a bit baked), thyme, and sage.

and all colors of vinca and marigolds and snapdragons and dusty miller,

We bought four of these window boxes from the Prof’s grandmother


Scooter parking

Daisy head maizie

Love a simple pink vinca

and one lonely little hosta, tucked in a shady spot.

Hosta la vist- no. I won’t.

Jack insisted we purchase a palm growing out of a coconut, as well as a particularly ugly succulent (cactus-adjacent, but spine-free).  So those are out there too.  He said “no one else is going to want to buy this” and I was like “I KNOW, RIGHT, WE HAVE TO SAVE IT,” so don’t ever let us go to an animal shelter together.

Oh lord this cactus is so ugly and floppy

This one’s kinda neat and also might be an actual tree.

In front, we have several succulents – some echeveria and sedum and aloe, since the sun out front is punishing and anything else we put out there dies.

Succulents out front



Front porch succulents


Tucked into a corner. To get onto our front porch you have to crawl thru the window which is *mostly* charming

We have a somewhat OTT collection of containers for our very tiny back deck, so it feels quite lush and tropical out there right now with flowers at your elbow no matter where you sit.  By July it will probably start to look tired and a little leggy, as even now it’s hotter than it should be out there, but it looks so lovely and springlike now.

Last window box


One of the things I most love about Craig right now is how earnestly he gives me complicated lists of instructions that I have no intention of following, and I think he knows on some level that I won’t, but nevertheless he presses on.  Sometimes this is a stall tactic (i.e. the hoops he expects me to jump through right when it’s naptime are pretty laughable), and sometimes it is a ritual (every morning he asks me for “new batman shoes and a milkshake and some batman cookies” or some similar list when I drop him off at daycare, and I say “absolutely bud, will do, after school,” and of course we never do).  Sometimes he’s just trying to communicate in his four year old way, and my eyes sort of glaze over as I wonder when this lengthy nonsensical spoken checklist will cease, but also I find it so interesting to imagine what’s going on in his little four year old mind.  I have almost zilcho memories of being four – I mean there’s one or two in there, but it’s mostly gone – and what a mystery, those tiny brains are!  How silly and not-quite-right, but also figuring-things-out, sprinkled with surprise I-can’t-believe-you-remember-that.  Today he apparently notice the giant sprawling red birthmark on his leg for the first time, which is surprising as it covers his whole calf, but he asked me what it was?  And ‘maybe it’s from Wyoming [our neighbor] took us on a picnic, and I stooded on a ant hill, and the ants crawl on me?’  No love, it’s a birthmark you’ve had your whole life, but also wow!  That picnic was months ago, and you remember it, and bring it up.  He still talks about ‘that time we took a bike ride and waited under a bridge,’ and I believe that was not long after Mother’s Day last year.

Anyway, today I pushed him a mile in the stroller to the library – just him and me.  For some reason he thought the library had cookies, and he kept charming the circulation desk by asking politely where the cookies were please.  So we got him a library card and checked out some books and signed up for summer reading, and then I promised we would get cookies after we got home.

A cookie hopeful

Baby’s first library card

Only due to other children shenanigans we didn’t manage it before naptime, and I promised him daddy would bring some home after nap, and out came his fingers – “first [pointing to index finger], they need to have cream.  Next [points to middle finger], they also need to look like fingers. And some need to look like hats, and then the big cookie is on the 12 and the little cookie is on the 8. And that’s what daddy needs to get.  And we put them in a bowl so it’s full but they don’t spill out.  Make sure it’s the right size.”

Yes darling.  OK.  Finger-hat-cream-clock cookies, in a properly-sized bowl, coming up.  Now go take a nap.


Years ago the Angry Redhead – a woman who no longer blogs, and was she angry? Or some other emotion? I no longer recall – wrote about the concept of lilypads – those special events through the year that punctuate the humdrum everyday.  I’ve got quite a few coming up, and I thought I’d share them here.

  • Texas Hill Country: in just a few short weeks, we’re taking a short jaunt over to Texas.  First we’ll visit my sister in San Antonio, and then head over to a resort in hill country for a couple of days swimming and relaxing – a good kick-off to the summer.  We plan to spend a day at Krause Springs (I think – the Prof planned this and he told me the name and this sounds right?) and we also have to go to Luckenbach Texas so he can get a t-shirt to replace the t-shirt the last time he went to Luckenbach.  If you’re unfamiliar with the inspiration for this visit, please click here and feel just a tiny measure of my lifelong pain.  This is a long weekend – I take Friday, Monday and Tuesday off, and then on Wednesday I fly to Atlanta to take a deposition.
  • The Prof’s Hometown: in early July, we are going to spend a full week in the Prof’s hometown.  I don’t normally go on this trip because of work, but since I work remotely from all of my partners anyway (they’re in CA or NY, generally), I just said ‘what the heck’ and agreed to go.  I’ve told everyone, and it seems fine.  I’ll take the week as it comes – I definitely will need to work, but can also take some afternoon/mornings or perhaps even a full day off here or there.
  • My Parents’ House: in early August, my parents get a turn.  I’m going on this one, too.  My firm technically gives me four full weeks of vacation and you cannot carry them over or cash them out, so Imma use it, sort of, while paranoidly checking email constantly and probably let’s face it working quite a lot.
  • My Birthday: I turn forty in early September, and I’ve decided I want to spend it in some giant beautiful place, where I am insignificant.  This place will either be Big Bend or the Guadalupe Mountains, just me and the Prof, camping and hiking and kayaking and sleeping in a tent.  This is what I want.  After three days or so of this, we will head back to hill country and float a river, spend a night in a fancy resort and get some spa treatments on our likely achy forty year old bones, and then go home.  Perfect.
  • Thanksgiving will be with my in-laws, Christmas with my parents, though beyond this rough idea we have no firm plans.

There we are.  A lovely list of things to enjoy.  How I’m going to bill 2000 hours in there, I can’t tell you, but I’ve already got well over 1000 so . . . (our year goes November 1 – October 31, so April was halfway through, and I’m on target. So at least not going in on these back half in a deficit!)


Meals last week were really excellent.  I made the Romano chicken with skin-on, bone-in thighs, which I tried to butterfly – it definitely would work better with a breast, but still the breading was divine.  The kids were not feeling the lemon pasta, and next time I’ll put Parmesan in it as well.  The fritters were A++ – super easy, held together well, very good.  Next time I’ll spice them up a little more – they were a tiny bit bland, though the kids enjoyed them that way. The green chile and chicken lasagna is a great idea but needs work – it was just a LOT of really salty cheese.  I need to adjust the cheese – type and amount – and I may throw corn in it next time for some sweetness.  Worth working on, though, because it was so good, even though could be improved.  And last, for the salmon I just sprinkled some lemon pepper on it and broiled it, and roasted some potatoes tossed with Cajun spice, and then roasted broccoli.  Really simple, really good.  This week, I have a lot of potatoes and a lot of squash and a lot of sausage, so that somewhat informs my choices.  I’ve made all of these before (and loved them) except the last thing, so we’ll see how that goes.  On with the week!

Pan roasted chicken thighs with garlic roasted potatoes and squash.

Baked cream cheese spaghetti

Homemade Pizza

Zesty Burrito Bowl

Roasted Smoked Bratwurst and summer squash

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May in NOLA

Last weekend, the boys’ bestie across the street had a sleepover.  His parents have a pretty large property for our neighborhood (where generally the “yard” is the size of a picnic table).  Their house is pretty small, maybe 900 sf, but they have a giant outdoor courtyard area and a back-house with a tiny upstairs bedroom, even tinier under-the-stairs bathroom, and small main room with two daybeds.  The boys stayed in the back-house with another friend (the 14 yo girl from the last post), and they had a blast.  The mom snuck in briefly at 11pm to see if they were asleep, and they were not – they were all in the upstairs bedroom having a serious heart to heart about bullying.  She eavesdropped a second, and then quietly asked that they turn out the lights soon, and left them to it.  Gah, love it.  Love their little independence, their friendships, their hearts.

The next morning, I ended up taking just Liam to Costco after church, while the Prof took the other boys to a Sunday School teacher appreciation picnic (he is a Sunday school teacher for the 5 yo class, is that not darling?)  We had limited time to do the family chores, so we had to divide and conquer, and Liam was kind of terrible in church so he was forced to go with me.  He whined and complained at first, but then once we got there he got really into it, in a way that Liam occasionally does, and it was actually really kind of fun.  He enthusiastically ran and fetched things, he got thrilled by getting to choose cereal and juice and really agonized over whether to get our favorite tortilla strips or try a new brand.  He has always thrived under individual attention, and while not every solo trip with him is glorious, every glorious moment with him I’ve had has been with him solo.  Chalk that up to the curious enduring character traits of the middle child, I suppose.  After we finished, he helped me push the cart to the car and unload it, and then we rewarded ourselves with a slice of Costco pizza.  He was just happy as a clam – such a delight.  It was a good weekend.

Then this week, several basic, easy things that should happen in a civilized society just didn’t work in that particular way that NOLA has of failing to meet basic needs that other cities seem to find easy – like mail, and education, and basic street maintenance.  Last weekend I was sure we would live here forever, nourishing our children’s hearts and independence in the jasmine-scented, urban streets of humid magic New Orleans for the rest of their days, and this weekend I am ready to pack it all up and move somewhere more functional.  I will never not have this two-faced feeling for this city, I guess.  Its good moments are sublime perfection, and its bad moments are just maddening.

Today we plan to take the boys on a bike ride.  I have an abusive client (it’s actually 3 people on a very dysfunctional in house team) that email me over a hundred times yesterday, and they have already started in on the abuse this morning, and I am ignoring them.  Stick a fork in me.  If anyone in my reading audience is a lawyer, all of this nonsense is over Rule 26 Initial Disclosures – INITIAL. DISCLOSURES. Like, one of the least important things EVER.  I need to get out of these weeds and get some perspective, so they can shout into an echo chamber while I shepherd three little boys along a paved path and enjoy spring in NOLA before it gets so hot we can barely stagger through the day.

We are tentatively making plans for my upcoming 40th birthday, which conveniently falls over Labor Day weekend.  The plans involve a camping trip to a national park with sweeping vistas, and no cell service – just the kind of calm and perspective that is called for on a Big Birthday.  I want to take the whole week off.  I want to do long hikes, and be so tired out at the end of the day that sleeping on the ground poses no problem, and answer/read zero emails.  At the end of it, I want to stay one night in a luxury resort and get a massage and a pedicure and drink champagne and eat chocolate covered strawberries, and pamper a body that I will have overworked during the prior week.  Details are still being worked out, but this is the rough idea.

This week’s meals are listed below, mostly for my own edification.  I will also note that I made this Lentil shepherd’s pie a couple of weeks ago and it was AMAZING.  The BBQ sauce is vital.  Highly recommend.

Wishing you all a good week – with minimal maddening moments, and lots of joy.


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Kids are Exhausting and Cute

*Edited to add pictures*

Last night we had Jack’s tenth birthday party.  We had a Nerf war in the park, followed by a movie projected on a sheet in our backyard.  Ten 10 year olds.

The Nerf part went actually fine – we just sort of threw them into an area of Audubon park bounded by some trees and let them run, and they more or less did.

A friend gamely poses for me

The crew

Nobody shot anybody in the face, there were a few disputes over fairness and rules but mostly they got handled by the boys, and it actually looked like a lot of fun.  We then drove them all to the house for grilling out and a backyard movie.

Karate Kid

They may look attentive in this picture but absolutely zero minutes of this movie were watched.

But once we got home, our neighbor – a 14 year old girl who is the type of neighbor who can just come in our house without knocking and pull food out of our fridge any time, she’s one of the family basically – came by to have some burgers.

She’s half Italian, half Greek, all mouth, and I LOVE HER.

And OMG the tween hormonal SOMETHING that occurred made all of these children lose their damn minds.  They weren’t flirting exactly – more just hollering really loud to try to get attention, and then there was lots of chasing and poking and throwing popcorn and attention-seeking nonsense.  The 14 year old went home briefly and I sighed a sigh of relief, but then she came back with bright red lipstick on, and I was like – oh dear.

Long story short we sort of lost control of the boys.  Since they were contained in the house/yard, no humans were in danger, though I did fling myself in front of some furniture at points to save it from destruction.  But it was an absolute nightmare for about a half hour there, and I have never prayed so hard for parents not to be late to pick up their kid, and been so thankful for my wisdom to not host a sleepover.

A few more kid stories:

Craig, out of nowhere, mouth full to bursting with half chewed waffles, speaking extremely loudly: MAAAAHM, when I was in yer belly, did you every say ‘WOAH, this belly is SO BIG!’


Liam, who has been dancing around avoiding doing dishes for twenty minutes but finally buckled down: Well, if I’d just focused on this to begin with, I would’ve been done by now!


Craig, yesterday walking through the park amid the tress: Mom, you gotta DUG when I say dug, ok?  Ok, dug!  Dug your head! [ducks theatrically under a branch at least three feet above the top of his head]  Good job dugging, mom.


Craig this morning, in a wee, small voice: mom, do you think I’m going to die?
Me: not anytime soon, bud. why are you worried you are going to die?
Craig: my belly hurts.

I turn and see littered at his feet two banana peels, a discarded juice box, and three Nutri Grain Bar wrappers. He also had a bowl of applesauce.


(On the way into school he burped, then laughed and said ‘I just went BRAAAAP and now my belly feels better!’)


Craig recently learned roshambo (rock paper scissors), and makes us play incessantly. According to him, a fist 👊 = rock, a flat hand 🤚 = paper, and two fingers ✌🏼 = a silly dog that bites the paper. 😍😍😝😝


Craig, hollering at me from the other room:  Mom, there’s a crawfish in here!

Narrator voice: It was a cockroach.


Jack doesn’t often say cute things anymore, because he’s TEN DEAR GOD WHEN DID THIS HAPPEN, but he did very sweetly let Craig open all of his birthday presents this year.  He still has some struggles in school with academics, and we’re finding him a tutor who specializes in learning difficulties, but in terms of friends/relationships, he’s stellar.  Everybody loves Jack, and Jack loves everybody.  For this reason, although learning will never come easy for him, we don’t worry about his future too much.  He’s got it sewn up with just being a sweet, open, loving, humble kiddo.


Last “cute story” – this one’s about me.  I fell hard in the street while walking out of church Sunday, scraping knees and hands and also, horrifyingly, shouting a panicked involuntary ‘Jesus Fucking Christ!’ as I fell.

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Mardi Gras, Easter, Tall Ships, and Bed Bath and Beyond

I have just fought with my computer for at least two hours to try to get my phone photos loaded on my Mac, and then up to this website.  There were tears.  In this age of modern conveniences, NOTHING IS EVER CONVENIENT.  The lengths I go to, to keep my three or four loyal readers apprised of our doings . . .

Anyhow.  Having done all of that, I’ve just about lost my momentum, and so I’m just going to dump a lot of photos and narrate our way through – as the title suggests – the rest of Mardi Gras, Easter, seeing the Tall Ships for New Orleans’ 300th anniversary celebration, and then hitting up our local BB&B for a pillow.  Wow, way to end on a low note.

School Mardi Gras parade!

First up, the boys’ MG parade at school.  The littles all parade, and the older kids all catch.  I put Craig in his wagon and pulled, while he threw some of the beads and throws he’d caught this year.  I was afraid there would be reluctance and tears when he was asked to part with these sticky plastic treasures, but instead he took to the job with the utmost seriousness, carefully de-tangling and tossing each bead to the crowd.

Check out the over-archiever a few wagons ahead, who decorated their wagon as a hot air balloon, complete with cluster of balloons and cardboard “basket” surrounding the bottom.

Our wagon was a little less creative, but we dressed ourselves up at least. Check out Craig, the Most Serious Professional Parade Rider Green Ninja

Our next official parade was Morpheus followed by D’Etat, both on Thursday night.  Jack decided he wanted to use my eyebrow pencil to draw a skull on his own face, and then Craig wanted the same, so Jack obliged.

Brothers who do costume makeup together stay together

Serious work

Finished “product”

The Morpheus parade is based upon the mythological Morpheus, the God of Dreams, who was winged when he appeared in mortal form (i.e. not in your dreams, where I guess maybe he didn’t have wings?)  So the Morpheus throws incorporate a lot of wing imagery, including lots of blinky light up wing headbands.

Morpheus wings

Morpheus’ theme this year was “Morpheus Goes Wild,” and it featured really lovely sculptures of wild animals and plants as figureheads of each parade.  My pictures don’t do it justice, but some at the link above might, although it looks to be mostly photos from the D’Etat parade which rolled after.



After Morpheus rolled D’Etat, which is less lovely, but more clever/biting/satirical.  This parade tends to get very political, but no politician is spared and they’re very good at punching up instead of down.

Minecraft Skellie

I took zero good pictures of this one, but you can look at the link above to see the floats, which were real zingers.

The next day (Saturday morning) was Tucks – it was a bit sloppy outside, and we stood in puddles and tried to keep throws from falling in the mud.  We caught a ton of throws, as few people were out that day.


Better. Those floppy things were in my eyes the whole time.

Each floppy thing lights up a different color.

We kinda hate the redlight cameras around here. See a tiny Craig in the foreground, begging for throws.

Tucks is famous for toilet brushes, plungers, and printed toilet paper that everyone tps the trees with (a crew comes immediately behind and cleans it all up).  It’s weird, we know.

SO MUCH JUNK. I had to run home and get the car. We recycled most of this.

We also caught a million capes, and the infamous Tucks Blue Balls

There are parades Saturday night (Endymion is the big one), but we never go.  They aren’t walking distance and they tend to be MEGA crowded, so we skip those and rest up for the best day of Mardi Gras – Thoth Sunday.

Mobile friends visited us for Thoth Sunday

Throw me something!

Mid-City, Okeanos, and Thoth all roll right by our house, so we usually host an open house and let people come and go.  I make egg sandwiches and mimosas and people bring king cake and crab dip and a whole pile of delicious food, and usually start drinking at 10 am.  After all of this indulgence and abundance and excess, all of us are excited for Ash Wednesday’s scarcity, by the time it rolls around.

The Prof, plus friends Menaka and Geoff. Menaka will have their first baby in June!

Thoth Sunday this year was by turns lovely and sunny and cool, and then all of a sudden raging thunderstorms poured.  This weather related uncertainty meant we had fewer guests than normal, but that was fine.  It was still a great time.

Next night (Monday) was Orpheus.  The boys made their own dragon floats, along with a neighbor, and we walked to the route together.  I pulled most of the way, and the boys threw beads to random strangers standing around, who mostly got into it and cheered as if they’d caught a pile of gold.

Dragon float

A friend of a friend fed us chili and hot dogs.

The dragon parade

See the fire coming out of his mouth?

Orpheus is another really beautiful parade – famous for its lights and special effects (dragons breathing “fire,” for example).

Trojan Horse

Our crew in front of the dragon

Mardi Gras day, Tuesday, marked the close of the festivities.  There are always a couple of options for Fat Tuesday – Rex rolls uptown, and is a great calm parade to watch if you’re hungover.  Also, St. Anne’s is a walking “parade” (really just a bunch of costumed people who all gather in the same place) that goes through the Marigny and the Bywater, ending up in the Quarter.  That one is really amazing – I’ve done it twice now, in 2011 and this year – but you’ve got to be committed to the full day out there because it’s almost impossible to get in and out . . . as I would learn, to my displeasure, later in the day . . .

Mr. Slothman

I went downtown with this guy – the aforementioned Geoff – and his wife Menaka.  I paid for our uber downtown, so he paid for breakfast, which was this amazing cup of deliciousness:

A cup of grits, eggs, sausage, bacon, and gravy. Holy cow. It is the best.  Just what you need to start a long day of 8 hours of walking.

Menaka – Queen of the Night

Menaka is one of the most impressive costumers I’ve met (we attract a lot of them in this town – Menaka is actually Canadian by way of Sri Lanka, and while it’s partly the Cajun Geoff that brought her here, I think she is happy to stay because she is in her element, vis a vis adult costuming!)  She created this headpiece and wig, and usually will do a headpiece for Geoff as well (although he decided to go with the mascot head this year.)  I, having limited time (THOUGH NOT LIMITED ENTHUSIASM!) for costume creation just wore my Wonder Woman outfit again.

They are the Prof’s colleagues and good friends of both of us, and they adopted me for the day while the Prof took the boys to Rex.  After eating our breakfast in a cup, we met with more of their friends and basically wandered, agog at all of the creativity on display.  Really, it’s something to see.  These people work so hard, spend so much time to make these completely fabulous setups.  I regularly would turn in circles and just stare, absolutely open mouthed.

Who you gonna call?

Undersea god

These cows performed “Swine Lake”


Care for a wash?


The night Max wore his wolf suit

I don’t even know

AMAZING. This sloth head was a thing Geoff found in his father’s garage years ago, and yet somehow he met ANOTHER of the exact same sloth guy just wandering around. Serendipity.


There was a flock of flamingos


Hard to see, but this rolling pirate ship was astonishing. And full of kids.

Someone dressed as an Emotional Support Peacock

More hate for the redlight cameras and parking tickets. For example, we got a parking ticket for parking in our own driveway on Thoth Sunday. We ‘blocked the sidewalk.’ However, there is only sidewalk in front of our house – no other houses have laid a sidewalk around us. So it was a pretty gotdam ridiculous $40 ticket.

I will admit to casting a skeptical maternal protective eye toward all of these rickety old
balconies full of drunk people.

One of the flamingos.

Haha, yes, a group of The Rocks.

These two old guys from the Muppets – this was a good one.

A group dressed as Tarot cards, towing a portable bar where they would read your fortune


Wonder Woman and Slothman


So I will continue with the Easter and what-have-you at a later date, because the amount of time it took to upload these is not insignificant.  I will wrap it up by telling the sad sad story of the Big Law Lawyer – our office was closed (you couldn’t get to it), I had an out of office message on my email, I notified all clients and partners ahead of time that I’d be out on Tuesday, and yet . . . I got some frantic emails and something had to be done right then because it had to be filed that day, and though we got it all finalized ahead of time someone suddenly decided it all had to be completely changed and I was the only one who was capable of doing it.  So I tried to walk out of the mess of traffic and people as much as I could, and hailed a Lyft, and $100 and two hours of creeping traffic later, I was home.  A very stressful end to a fun day.  Sad trombone.

More fun to come, though . . . stay tuned!  Meanwhile, here’s the meals for the week, many stolen again from bloggers I love!

Vegetarian tacos

Steak and Potato kebabs

Smoky rub pork chops, homemade applesauce (using up some apples we have that are going off)

Sunshine lentil bowls that I didn’t make last week

Tortellini and sauce

Black bean burgers and macaroni

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Saturday Morning Meal Planning

Hello dear ones –

Thing Number One: Comments are “on” on all of my posts.  And yet they show as “off.”  I don’t really know how to fix this, so I’ll do what I normally do with this blog – which sadly must remain at the bottom of my list of priorities – and that is, wait til it fixes itself.

Thing Number Two: Last night when I got home from work, the kids were tossing a football in the street with some neighborhood kids.  Then I called them in for frozen pizza for dinner (we fancy), and all of the neighborhood kids came too.  They sat on the picnic table on our back porch and listened to music and ate pizza – even Craig was out there.  There wasn’t enough for us to eat too, so we let it slide and pretended like we had something else for the adults.  The Prof and I sat inside, just on the other side of the wall, listening to them raucously sing along to “Havana ooh na na,” and he said to me “if there’s ever a good reason for the adults to go without dinner, it’s this.”  I do love this neighborhood – what I always wanted for my kids.  (We did not starve, of course, there were other things for us to have once everyone left.)

Thing Number Three: The children have voluminous amounts of play dates and birthday parties and stuff this weekend.  It’s exhausting to be so popular.  *theatrically places back of fingertips on forehead*  I’ve got some Easter pix to share, but it’ll probably be Fourth of July before I get there.  In the meantime, I wanted to check in, and post the week’s meals, before I launch into being Mom Chauffeur for the rest of the day.

The week’s meals:

Chicken Vesuvio.  Looks tasty – spring peas and potatoes.

Lasagna.  This is a recipe for the supposed world’s best lasagna, but let’s be real – I may just go jarred sauce + noodles + ricotta.

Chicken patties, macaroni and cheese, frozen veg

Sunshine lentil bowls, because I’m feeling a lack of inspiration and the lag liv family seems to love them.  Jack hates eggs, but we can leave those out of his.

Fish.  Whatever looks good at Costco.  Plus probably couscous and green beans.

Have a great weekend!

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