All I really want… a little wish list.

For the past three years, I have been using these incredibly cheap pots and pans that came in one of those  apartment starter kits, because, that is what we could afford.  These pieces have served us well decently, but the non-stick is becoming just stick and I’m growing tired of trying to make a large batch of soup in a pot three times too small for such things. Forget trying to make pasta, sauce, and a vegetable.  I can’t even make all three at the same time. 

Since I’ve become all grown up with a family and I make almost all of our meals at home, my big Christmas wish is to upgrade my kitchen.

I would be giddy over this yellow cookware set.

I can’t imagine how wonderful it would be to make a pot of soup  or pasta large enough for company with this… oh and did I mention, I do not currently own a colander.  This makes draining pasta and other items very, very tricky. Very tricky.

This handheld grater would be so dreamy for grating all those lemons, oranges, nutmeg, and more.  (Which I actually do all the time.)

And this box grater would make grating cheese  and veggies so much easier than tying to hold my broken handheld one.  And everyone knows that that freshly grated cheese tastes SO much better than pre-shredded, right?  If not, you’ll learn.

I also wouldn’t mind having a blender, food processor, or a waffle iron… but I don’t want to sound greedy.

So, there it is, my Christmas wish list.  Do you think Santa reads blogs?

What would you like to add to your kitchen?

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baby growing diaries #7

In the third trimester, conversations with strangers about your pregnancy are rather inevitable.  Most of the time, they are generic, kind, and quickly forgotten.  Often, they are annoying and intrusive, causing you to feel the need to punch someone in the face.  But, sometimes, they memorable for altogether different reasons.  The latter happened yesterday.

(Standing at the check-out of the fabric store.)

Cashier:  When are you due?

Me:  middle of January (I like to be mysterious).

Cashier:  Oh, not too long now.  Do you know what you’re having?

Me:  A girl, which is exciting because already have a little boy.

(Note a complete change in cashier’s demeanor)

Cashier:  Oh.  The second pregnancy is not nearly as exciting as the first.

(What the???)

Me:  Well, it is more challenging, because you have another little one to take care of, but that also makes it go faster. So, it’s ok.

Cashier:  Sure, but the first time you are so excited and everything is new, so you don’t really mind all the pain, but the second time, the labor starts and you think… why did I do this again? 

Me:  (slight pause and shrug)  well, the babies are pretty great, so it’s worth it.

Cashier:  (long pause- does she really have to think about that?)  Yeah, I guess it is fun to see the little people.  Good luck.

Le fin.  (The End)

I walked out the door thinking how strange and bizarre.  But honestly, as I write this, I actually feel more sadness for this lady.  Do you get that same feeling for her? 

I mean, I know challenges of pregnancy and the pain of childbirth, but like most people, those things quickly fade into jubilation with the first glimpse of that sweet little love.  I did not get this from our cashier.  I don’t know anything about her, but if I,  in sixty seconds, could notice these  sentiments, there must be a story… and whatever it is, my heart goes out to her today.

 

30 weeks tomorrow. 

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