Before I launch into the scene-lets of domestic life, let me say a quick congratulations to the Ritterleaf family's first professional blogger! Here's a hint...it's not me. And I'm not bitter about that at all, what with my three-year blogiversary coming up. As soon as I have the URL, I'll be linking to Chip's new blog, Print Soup.
Here are some of the potent quotables on offer this week:
Connery, coming into the nursery this morning to find me asleep, breastfeeding: "Mommy, why were you sleeping while you were feeding Emerson?"
Me, still bleary: "Because Emerson was up a couple of times last night, and then you were up with a bloody nose, so Daddy and I didn't get much sleep."
Connery, with an air of superiority: "That's what happens when you have a baby."
Me, to Chip, expressing the (I hope) good-natured frustration common to all gatekeepers when discussing household finances: "If you were in charge of the money, we'd be living in a cardboard box!"
Chip, without hesitation: "But it would be a kick-ass box."
Connery, infant expert, coming upon the upset baby of his school directress and advising her: "I think she's overstimulated."
Me, to the universe, while attempting to eat dinner al fresco at the Livingston Farmer's Market and swatting away meat-eating wasps with one hand and holding Emerson with the other: "The next time I start waxing on about the glories of outdoor eating, shoot me."
Me, earnestly conversing with Connery about ways we can make at-home mealtime more enjoyable for him in an effort to combat his incredibly frustrating and insulting insistence that his favorite food is McDonald's, when he's eaten there only a handful of times in his young life: "Is there something we could add to the menu?"
Connery, hedging a little: "Yes, but it has high-fructose corn syrup."