A day in the life of the crazy pirates.
First things first, Jill needs coffee. All the other mommy/infant essentials are kept bedside.
While Jill takes a shower, Jane does some work in her "office." She does peekaboo all by herself. She was also practicing her "grasshopper" stance this morning. We kiss daddy goodbye as he heads to work.


We sort the laundry that is left to be done from a week on vacation and a weekend of camping. How did having a baby multiply the dirty clothes so much?

Once the first wash is started, we get the weentsy girl dressed. Rocking out the latest fashions, of course. Then it's downstairs for breakfast.

Mini wheat bagel with non-dairy butter and tofu cream cheese for me, since dairy makes the demons possess my precious. I'm going to make her live a year of her life dairy and egg free in retribution. (kidding) Handfuls of multigrain O's for Jane.


Today we have homegrown tomatoes from my parents' garden, since our tomatoes were a fail again. I can't wait to have a real back yard. Yet another reason I do not like townhouse living. In any case, while on our vacation to Wildwood, NJ, Jane decided she loves pasta and sauce, so we thought to try our hand at making tomato sauce for the first time. My cherished Betty Crocker cookbook from 1963 that was my Nana Jane's failed me in that tomato sauce was an ingredient in their recipe for tomato sauce. Sure, tell me how to skin and cook a squirrel, but neglect homemade sauce. We turned to Alice Water's The Art of Simple Food for direction. I say direction because I don't follow recipes at all.
Here's how to make our sauce:
Saute one large onion and a few (4? 5?) cloves of garlic in olive oil (1/4 cup-ish.)
Cut 3 strips of uncooked bacon into half inch pieces and add to onions and garlic.
Add tomatoes that have already had their skin removed and cut into chunks. I think we used, oh, ten-ish tomatoes of varying size.
Chiffonade ten-ish fresh basil leaves. Add to sauce along with salt and pepper.
Simmer for a while with top off to reduce liquid a bit. Then I used our wand blender/milk shake maker to smooth the sauce out. This made enough sauce for 2 pounds of pasta.

While the sauce was simmering we played on the floor. Jill chats with Dad and Nunni, checks emails and packages up sold eBay items to get mailed later today. The postman wouldn't let us take his picture. What a dud.

In the afternoon we have a Skype date with Gramma Joanie in California. She's having some Jane withdrawal after spending 2 weeks with her.

We try some big people oatmeal today for the first time. After thoroughly inspecting it, Jane determines that oatmeal is finger food. No worries as she likes to clean herself up with a washcloth and of course play another round of peekaboo.



Danny is home from work! We have our dinner of tomato sauce on Trader Joe's organic pasta made with veggies (so they're fun rainbow colored noodles.) Then it's bath and jammies time for the littlest bug.


I think they like each other.

Once Jane is asleep, we we're free to watch some Jon Stewart online (if he isn't on vacation again) or whatever Netflix has delivered to us.
While Jill takes a shower, Jane does some work in her "office." She does peekaboo all by herself. She was also practicing her "grasshopper" stance this morning. We kiss daddy goodbye as he heads to work.

We sort the laundry that is left to be done from a week on vacation and a weekend of camping. How did having a baby multiply the dirty clothes so much?
Once the first wash is started, we get the weentsy girl dressed. Rocking out the latest fashions, of course. Then it's downstairs for breakfast.

Mini wheat bagel with non-dairy butter and tofu cream cheese for me, since dairy makes the demons possess my precious. I'm going to make her live a year of her life dairy and egg free in retribution. (kidding) Handfuls of multigrain O's for Jane.
Today we have homegrown tomatoes from my parents' garden, since our tomatoes were a fail again. I can't wait to have a real back yard. Yet another reason I do not like townhouse living. In any case, while on our vacation to Wildwood, NJ, Jane decided she loves pasta and sauce, so we thought to try our hand at making tomato sauce for the first time. My cherished Betty Crocker cookbook from 1963 that was my Nana Jane's failed me in that tomato sauce was an ingredient in their recipe for tomato sauce. Sure, tell me how to skin and cook a squirrel, but neglect homemade sauce. We turned to Alice Water's The Art of Simple Food for direction. I say direction because I don't follow recipes at all.
Here's how to make our sauce:
Saute one large onion and a few (4? 5?) cloves of garlic in olive oil (1/4 cup-ish.)
Cut 3 strips of uncooked bacon into half inch pieces and add to onions and garlic.
Add tomatoes that have already had their skin removed and cut into chunks. I think we used, oh, ten-ish tomatoes of varying size.
Chiffonade ten-ish fresh basil leaves. Add to sauce along with salt and pepper.
Simmer for a while with top off to reduce liquid a bit. Then I used our wand blender/milk shake maker to smooth the sauce out. This made enough sauce for 2 pounds of pasta.

While the sauce was simmering we played on the floor. Jill chats with Dad and Nunni, checks emails and packages up sold eBay items to get mailed later today. The postman wouldn't let us take his picture. What a dud.

In the afternoon we have a Skype date with Gramma Joanie in California. She's having some Jane withdrawal after spending 2 weeks with her.
We try some big people oatmeal today for the first time. After thoroughly inspecting it, Jane determines that oatmeal is finger food. No worries as she likes to clean herself up with a washcloth and of course play another round of peekaboo.

Danny is home from work! We have our dinner of tomato sauce on Trader Joe's organic pasta made with veggies (so they're fun rainbow colored noodles.) Then it's bath and jammies time for the littlest bug.


I think they like each other.

Once Jane is asleep, we we're free to watch some Jon Stewart online (if he isn't on vacation again) or whatever Netflix has delivered to us.


