8 Random Things Before Breakfast

Yesterday, I packed a lunch for Davey and I and took it to McDonald's. Davey loves playing on the McDonald's playground, even though I think half the kids are brats and have no idea where their mothers are. I think I should go back so I can learn to be more loving and less judgemental of them. A McDonald's worker came around with a basket full of cookies (the animal cracker type with faces of the McDonald's characters, I am a sucker for those) and I took one. I took free cookies and used their playground without eating their food. I even brought my own food in. Was that dishonest?

I got a new (used, but new to me) phone that has Sudoku on it. Please be jealous.

Davey wants to have his cup on his tray now. But he doesn't spill it, which surprises me. And he only sometimes puts food in it. But now he drinks the whole cup. Before, when he had to ask for water he only would drink a few sips here and there.

Davey only likes water. He wont drink juice or milk. For a few split seconds I worry about him not drinking milk, "the calories, the fat" I think. But he eats a lot of whole milk yogurt, that has calories, that has fat.

I can't stop thinking about being able to see Little Chase tomorrow. Tomorrow I have my 20 week ultrasound. My sister wonders what there is to be excited about, since, yes, we are not finding out the sex. I am excited to see his (or her) little hands and little feet. And little nose. I just can't stop thinking about tomorrow.

I have three books in which I am more than 3/4's done with (Treasure Island, The Book of Three and The Jungle Book). Why can't I finish them? Because all I want to read is The Measure of Reality. A textbook for Joseph's Science and Philosophy class all about how the Renaissance changed the way we think about things today. It is beyond fascinating. My nerdy-ness worries me.

Davey now repeats back the beginning sound of words.

My new goal to cook everything from scratch is coming along fine. Except for frying. I can't fry. Chicken fried steak and hashbrowns have been my biggest two disasters. Yes, hashbrowns! I can't cook hashbrowns. Joseph says it's our pan. We only have one pan.