"You can do it. Put your ass into it."

I have decided I need to get fit.  I have decided I want to lose quite a bit of weight.  I propose to Rory this morning that we should make these two things priority action items for the week. "It makes sense to get rid of some dead wood", he dribbles.  "As long as it doesn't conflict with my snuggling schedule, in which case you can go fix yourself a reality sandwich".   

Creative or Domestic?

Following more bouts of crazy precipitation this past week (and far too many sodden hairstyles for my liking) I declare like a woman possessed that we are refusing to leave the house until it "jolly well" stops.  Way to go!  Rain, consider yourself told!  So I throw open the cupboards and grasp at carrots, onions, potatoes, lentils, anything I can get my waterlogged hands on.  I chop, I dice, I blend, I make what I call "soup surprise" because if it ends up resembling anything soupy then quite frankly I'll be shocked.  

The soup is disgusting.  I assure myself that the flavours just haven't had enough time to blend properly.  So I leave it another hour.  Still disgusting.  I add more chicken stock and all of a sudden it is one of the finest soups I've tasted that day.  If I do say so myself. 

Babe report

Well the babe is 18 weeks and counting.  We attended a weaning fair recently and he sat quietly on my lap listening to some talks from local "experts".  They ranged from a warm and fuzzy librarian (whose fabulous bracelet we both ogled from the front row) enthusing about the joys of weekly story time, to the midwife Frau who warned against the eeevils of weaning a baby too early.  

Achtung!  Rusks will make your tot's teeth fall out, even if he only has gums.  Spooning rice into your young before they are 23 weeks and 25 hours old will surely increase the risk of speech problems, bed wetting and a penchant for KFC.  

Now I am not one to poo-poo years of research and I am sure her case against early weaning is well founded.  She even demonstrated how it is impossible to feed a baby, as its tongue reflex instantly pushes food back out of the mouth.  

"You don't do that, do you?"  I laughed at the carb-comfy baby in my lap.  Only 2 small spoonfuls a day, mind you.  But the evil look we were shot was priceless...  

Rory had fallen peacefully to sleep anyway, dreaming of care factors.