I recently spent three days attempting to bake lemon bars, seven days actually if you count how many days it took me to get to the grocery store and procure the ingredients. This is perhaps the largest area of adjustment for me as I become accustomed to the role of mama. I can not believe how long it takes me to accomplish simple tasks such as baking an item that seems like a good idea, or planting the poor veggie starts I bought last week.
Most of the time I have a sense of humor about how our day unfolds, knowing the only thing certain is that it will not look anything like I anticipate it going. The baking thing really put me over the edge though, a mini meltdown ensued. After four failed days spent trying to get to the grocery store I chose a different recipe that I had the ingredients for. I managed to get Cora fed and happy and mixed the dough before turning it out onto the counter. The next step was to cut out biscuit sized portions, preferably with a biscuit cutter designed for the job. I do not have a biscuit cutter. Remembering watching my mom do this with a glass I started down that road. The glass must have been too thin because I managed to shatter it...into the dough I had just mixed. It all went into the garbage and I took the rest of the day off from baking.
After calmly throwing all my hard work away while the baby cried for her next feeding I hatched a plan to finally go to the grocery store in the morning. The next day found me again in the kitchen with a sleeping babe. It was great, I had a few minutes to play my favorite podcast (This American Life) and bake! I created the crust for the lemon bars and had it in the oven baking before I realized that we had completely run out of sugar. Uggghhh! The crust finished baking and sat on top of the refrigerator while Cora and I took another walk to the grocery store, this time for sugar and a bit of wine for mama who desperately needed a few doctor approved sips.
Back at home again and seven days after I first had the thought "gee, lemon bars would be awesome right about now" we had a glorious tray of them cooling in the kitchen. Wheewwww....I pulled it off! Now I just need to plant the garden.
Here's how Cora spends most of her day with me. I put her in the sling and pick up the house, walk around the neighborhood, water the garden etc...
Here she is riding in her sling:
...and ten minutes after being put in the sling:
I love this jumper, it's one of the first things I bought her when I was pregnant and she just started fitting into it. We were at the doctors yesterday and she weighs 10lb 9ounces.
Cora LOVES her uncle Jeff, she will sit and smile/talk at him as much as possible.
Another successful dinner out, this time to a fancy date night kind of restaurant. Everyone who meets her thinks she's a boy when we have her in this jumper. We don't care because we think it's cute and very comfy.
Sound asleep on her changing table