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I am proud that my son will be able to love and marry (or not marry) whomever he wants when he grows up.
Roman mostly slept through his first Pride Parade, but we woke him briefly for the kickoff.
I love this little boy and can't wait to learn more about who he is!
What a brave little man he is, dressed up in big boy clothes, ready for his next adventure!
He can't eat it yet, of course. But we introduced him to ice cream decadence anyway, at Max Brenner on Sunday.
Hello there Super S'more Sudae. My, you are looking fine today!
He appeared to be impressed.
We promised him that some day this would be one of his most favorite places.
The weather is finally here. The summer for which we waited so impatiently, for which we endured the unrelenting cold of March, April, May.
We hung out with the pup and the baby most days this weekend, outside when possible.
On Saturday we drove to Queens for a friend's co-Ed baby shower. Ben partnered up with the dad-to-be and they won the baby food eating contest!
Although Ben was quite the failure at the bottle chugging competition. Roman was embarrassed for him.
Kale. I adore it.
So does Doolin.
We go through a lot of he leafy stuff around here...but I usually get a bit more creative with it than Doo does.
I'm always scouting out new kale recipes, and this one (adapted from Smitten Kitchen) is my current obsession. Ben likes it so much, he's happy to entertain Roman while I make it!
Kale Casserole
Ingredients:
4 cups cooked wild rice
1 tbs butter, divided
1 tbs olive oil
1 large onion, sliced
1 large bunch of kale, shredded
2 cups swiss cheese
1/2 cup vegetable broth
1/2 cup roasted red pepper
dash paprika
dash salt
dash pepper
1/2 cup panko crumbs
Prehead oven to 375 degrees F.
Grease an 8x13" casserole.
Heat 1/2 of butter and all of olive oil in a skillet. Add onion and stir, cooking over medium head for about 20 minutes. Add kale and cook for another 5 minutes. Add chopped roasted red pepper and cooked wild rice. Stir in one cup of cheese. Season with paprika, salt and pepper.
Spread mixture into casserole dish. Drizzle with broth.
Top with rest of the cheese. Then sprinkle with panko crumbs. Dot with butter.
Cook for about 45 minutes then enjoy!
In just one week I will return to work.
I want to ignore this fact.
I want to spend this week pretending that nothing will change. But I can't.
My heart is heavy. My stomach is sour.
I am sore from pumping so much milk for my baby.
Never mind that we have enough milk in the freezer for him to survive a month without me if I turned brain-eater in a sudden zombie apocalypse. And more to share with the puppy, if it came to that.
I just keep pumping, as though that will keep a little part of me with him throughout the days.
In truth, it will.
I can't seem to motivate myself to do much more than lie around in bed with snoozy babies and puppies. And pump more milk.
It isn't a bad way to spend the time. But I feel like I should be...doing something more. Like making a hair appointment.
Or running away to Mexico with my little family.
Without a pump.
Roman and I took Ben out to a special Father's Day brunch at Dovetail on the upper west side. Duck! Crab! THREE desserts! Winning! And with the "daddy" discount, it was way cheaper than we expected!
After, we wandered down to Lincoln Center to the 88 Pianos Exhibit and the International Craft Fair, all with free music and intermittent sunlight.
Roman played his first "middle C."
It was the first Father's Day I've been able to enjoy, and we had a lively time of it.
So if you scroll down just two post ago you might notice an oddity - an errant post just appeared from our trip to Belize over a year ago! What a funny little quirk, a vacationly blast from the past I suppose, as I make the foray once again to PHONE blogging!
I assume that gem was trapped somewhere in my app (or on La Isla Bonita) and escaped as I started this process over again.
Anyway, I am NOT in Belize (however much I wish to be) and the phone blogging seems to work now.
Hello from underneath a sleeping baby!
It is a strange thing really - to think that we are "parents" now. I don't feel that different, really. Not like a "parent" ought to feel, I'm sure.
But then there is this tiny little guy hanging out with Ben and Doolin and me everywhere we go, giggling at everything we do. And he is in this whole adventure with us, altogether a team.
And we are his. Which makes him ours. Which makes us "parents" I suppose!
This is Ben's first official Father's Day (Doolin would disagree) and he is amazing at being a daddy to our little guys.
Happy Father's Day to my partner in this grand adventure!
