Dad be not proud

Ann made mashed potatoes a couple nights ago, mostly for the two of us but also because they're one of the few "adult" foods that Molly can eat too. Ann's mashed potatoes happen to be really, really good, with garlic and butter mixed into the recipe and... mmmm. Good stuff. Anyway, last night she put a small amount of it in one of Molly's baby bowls and tried feeding it to her. The munchkin ate some of it, but she's being a bit finicky about foods lately (we think she's teething), so after she'd turned her nose up at the rest of it, Ann started feeding her finger foods instead. At that point, I took the bowl off the high chair tray, brought it into the kitchen, and -- this is not my finest moment -- stood there eating mashed potatoes out of a baby bowl. Yes, I used an adult fork, but still- baby bowl. My daughter's leftovers.

Hey, don't judge me until you've tried Ann's mashed potatoes.

Will blog for food

Apologies for the lack of updates, everyone. I know I promised that once finals were over I'd be posting more often, but first Ann and I took a week's vacation -- went to Beantown for a wedding, where Molly made a great impression, and the rest of the time I was just busy relaxing -- and then when we got back, we learned on our last day of vacation that my position had been eliminated. Yep, I am currently not a contributing member of the workforce. Now, never fear... something will turn up, and if all else fails I've still got my sugar mama working to keep me in the lifestyle to which I'm accustomed. But for the last week my priority has been hitting the job search hard, and that probably won't change until I actually secure one. (So if you hear about anyone willing to pay big bucks for someone to blog about Spider-Man... I'm just sayin'.) Don't worry, though- once I'm back on my feet, regular updates will resume. I know I've said that before, but baby, I can change.

One humorous addendum to an otherwise fairly crappy situation: tonight Ann was folding our laundry and asked without thinking, "Where are all your work pants?" I think I just gawked at her speechless for a few seconds until she realized what she'd said, at which point she blanched and couldn't apologize fast enough. She didn't mean anything by it, obviously, and it's funny in retrospect, but man, it's a good thing I'm not thin skinned.

Oh, and a message to my daughter: sweetie, I love you. You make me happier than I've ever been, and I'm immensely flattered that for the last two weeks you haven't stopped saying "Da da da da da da da." That's why I'm telling you this now, for your own good... learn "Ma ma ma ma ma ma." The woman grew your cells, gave up alcohol for you, and carted you around for nine months, and then an extra week on top of that because you weren't in any rush to come out. If you don't give her her due props soon in the form of learning the "M" consonant, I can't be responsible for what she might do. Let's just say they do make lima bean baby food, and leave it at that.