I can’t believe I’m actually hearing thunder outside. I’d almost forgotten what it sounded like (not Chloe, apparently- she’s going batshit).
Jack hung out with my mom today, so Isla and I had a nice little girls’ day and met Lauren and Caroline for lunch at Olivella’s. Lauren and I split the Olivella’s salad (mixed greens, pear, walnuts and gorgonzola):
I had the tomato & mushroom pizza:
And Lauren had the San Daniele with prosciutto, mozzarella and arugula- she wins:
Isla and Caroline were rowdy. Crazy girls.
So much fun!! Isla slept through pretty much the entire meal, which is a nice break from my usual dining out experience- retrieving cars from under the table, coloring and hearing, “MOMMY, MOMMY, MOMMYYYYYY” anytime I dare speak to anyone else.
Speaking of Jack, I have to share this picture. That kid has ZERO interest in using the potty, so we’re trying to talk it up to him. Just now I was nursing Isla on the couch and look down the hall to see this:
Brian had just given him his bath and I guess suggested he try using the bathroom. So there he was, in his little towel, huddled on the potty. That kid cracks me up.
The kids and I are going to a baby shower “sprinkle” for a friend tomorrow and I signed up to bring something sweet. Allison brought these amazing peach bars to book club last week, so I found the recipe on Pinterest (here).
They’re simple. You mix butter, yellow cake mix and an egg until crumbly, then press into a baking dish and bake for 10 minutes. Next you top with diced peaches:
And then top that with a mixture of cream cheese, sugar and egg:
Finally you top with some reserved cake crumbs and bake for 30 minutes:
Then chill and cut. I haven’t tried mine yet so I’ll have to let you know how they turn out. Isla supervised the process from her Nap Nanny and apparently she was really impressed with my mad baking skills.
(Tell me you don’t want an ikat romper?? I sure do.)
I’m going to try to get up and go run tomorrow. My knee still feels a little weird but I’m going stir crazy, so I’m just going to wear the knee strap and hope for the best.