Pesto, anyone?
I’m being bad about responding to comments. I’m sort of anti-social right now because of all my phone/email energy being taken up with family stuff; I will write a longer angsty post later. Maybe. Lucky you all. :)
In the meantime two moments that make me laugh. Ruefully in one case:
1) I spent all that money on toys. Noah’s favourite? The little rubbery-spring doohickey behind the door that keeps it from bashing into the wall.
2) I had Noah on the couch with me and I was sitting in front of him so he couldn’t fall over, going through flyers for grocery specials. I was thinking to myself “wow, that variety of basil sure has a lovely strong scent.” Then I was brained by the root ball + dirt of an entire basil plant, which Noah had pulled up out of the pot, and I realized that it smelled so nice because Noah had been crushing and chewing it.
I also flipped out for about 10 seconds: should I call poison control? Eeek! It’s a good thing my brain kicked in before I called to ask whether /basil/ is poisonous. Hee.
And yes, he likes it. So much for worrying about seasonings. Pesto, anyone?
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