McDreams

Okay, so I dreamed about a sausage McGriddle last night. It tasted wonderful (in my dream). Yuck. What was my subconscious mind thinking? Those things are terrible, but...sometimes I really really really want one. Help me!

Matilda is obviously shocked and disappointed.

Oh beans

Black beans, oh black beans, you make my tummy rumble. The sour cream that I cover you with does nothing to ease the pain. A vegetarian I may be, but these black beans have got to go...

Oshkosh MaTickle Squeeze

A few things on my (vegetarian) mind:

Jacob coined a new nickname for Matilda. He was laughing and tickling Matilda when he fused her name with Tickle. MaTickle was born. We can't stop laughing.

Yesterday Jacob and I had back-to-back dental appointments. While his went well, mine resulted in scary words like "graft" and "gum" being used in the same sentence. Ick.

I was talking with a friend today about humane slaughtering practices. I'm a huge fan of Temple Grandin and her curved corrals which calm animals as they are led to slaughter. She also invented a squeeze machine for autistic people who are calmed by physical pressure contact, but cannot tolerate hugs. Fascinating!

My ballet teacher says I need to use my bum more. So if on your way to the Metra this afternoon, you saw a tall woman in a green jacket doing a very poor impression of a Monty Python Silly Walk, that was me. Trying to raise my knees higher whilst walking. To use my bum more.

Fat Saturday

Recently, Jacob was walking home from the train and spotted this ad. On this, the most meaty of all national holidays, I needed this (not so) gentle reminder.

Veggies at The Lunch Store

M's cousin refers to IKEA as the lunch store; a wise 3 year old with an unending desire for all things purple, we love her choice of nom de plumes so much that we may start a name changing petition.

off topic

His name is Fred. His nose is soft. Matilda is in love. Thanks to the Lawyers for introducing my kid to a very expensive hobby...