Wow

So this blog thing is really hard. I mean, HOW do people find the time to do it? I honestly can’t find the time in the day. Everytime I would even think about sitting down to write a post, there’s a little boy that needs a drink or a baby that needs to eat or another little boy coloring on the walls or something. I honestly don’t see how mothers do it.
So I’m sitting on the couch eating chips because I have been cut off from my ice cream fixation. It’s so sad. Our 9 week old baby is apparently having a reaction to any dairy I’ve been eating, which would account for the high-pitched screaming he’s been using to make us deaf. So now I am off of dairy for a couple of weeks to see how he does. Of course, he’s been a total angel now so it looks like I might have to be off of dairy for a year. I really don’t know if I can do it. It might kill me. I LOVE ice cream. I look forward to eating it in the evening after all the boys are in bed. I LOVE butter, on bread, vegetables and pretty much anything else. I LOVE all of my husbands desserts which he so kindly brings home for me on occasion. I mean, a year is a long time!
I guess I should be grateful the doctor even considered a food allergy as the problem. We went forever with our third son before a doctor decided to check him for food allergies. He’s allergic to milk, eggs and peanuts. Oh, and now cats. So we’ve been doing the milk-free diet for a couple of years not. But I didn’t have to do it! I just had to keep him away. It is really amazing how his excema and coughing cleared up when we took him off of the eggs and milk. We didn’t have to use any creams or medications or anything.
Well, back to Burn Notice and my nightly chips before the baby wakes up.

Married to a chef

The number one question I get asked EVERY time that someone finds out that my husband is a chef is ‘ohhh, does he cook great food at home’? To get the answer out there right away, NO he doesn’t. I mean, not that he can’t. He’s a fabulous chef who gets written about in magazines and newspapers all the time. He serves excellent cuisine almost every night of the week. But no, he almost never cooks at home. I suppose most people probably think it’s strange when I laugh and say no, I cook at home. I mean, what’s the point of your husband attending a very expensive culinary school if you don’t at least get to eat his food every night, right?! But I guess people don’t realize that 1. It’s very expensive to eat at home what he creates for people in the restaurant, and 2. He would have to be HOME to make that food. A chef is gone at least 5-6 nights a week. His work involves almost all evenings and late nights and if he runs the restaurant as well as cooks, most of the days too. Now that our sons have started school, he drops them off at 9am and then goes straight to work and doesn’t come home until 10 or 11 at night. Sigh. It’s just not as glamorous as it sounds.
On the other hand, he brings home the most wonderful flourless chocolate tart sometimes and when we have people over, I know they’re going to get a great meal - and I don’t have to cook it! He even cleans everything up after himself. Ahhh. Life is good.

Why

A question I ask myself at least every day it seems like. WHY did you dump out every bucket of toys in your room? WHY did you have to pick that bee up and WHY are you surprised that it stung you? WHY do we now have a pile of rocks in the living room? Which leads us to WHY I’ve decided to become like the millions of other women out there and start a blog about… well, I guess about our life. I’m quite sure it’s not going to be that exciting and I’m not positive anyone is even going to want to read it, but at least it will get my mom off my back and give me something to do in the long evenings ahead while I’m waiting for the baby to wake up ANY minute and boys to finally go to sleep.