Spice On, Storm On, Spice Off

We're on high alert over here. Laura is 5cm dilated and I think, for most women, that means you are in the middle of giving birth. Of course, this does not apply to my amber-headed beauty, and she ain't had a single, what one would call, contraction, and for the record, it's starting to piss me off.

We tried the spicy food thing, and during the meal realized that the incoming storm would cause a slight travel complications and immediately ceased the spice inhalation, and by immediately I mean after three more trips up for tikka masala and almost accosting the waiter when they said they were out of rice pudding. AFTER that we did things opposite of what one would if they wanted to expedite the birthing process.

Like wander around an antiques warehouse.

Yeah. It didn't go as planned. What has? WWe moved Yuula doctors appointment to today as well, since the storm was going to interfere with that as well. She was a champ.

See.

(I don't know what the makeup is all about)

The Brown Death Stinks

The cupboards are low, so the other night I got a little creative, and threw some curry paste, black beans, turmeric, stewed tomatoes, and a few other mystery ingredients (I can't give away my culinary secrets) in with the chicken and Yuula and I ate it up. I called it the Brown Death. It was a little spicy but she scarfed it right down and chased it with some milk. No problem, right?

Fast forward an hour later to storytime, where she tried to gas me out of the place. She thought it was hilarious so.... beans.

Eat The Injera, Spare The Spices

A new cuisine for us here, who thought we may have tried it all, or maybe most. Ethiopian food, care of Demera. Eating with our hands is usually what a normal dining experience finally ends up in, messy hands and sloppy shirts. At least tonight we had an excuse. 

And apparently every culture supplies their children with crayons to keep them calm at dinner. 

Blowouts, Baths & Burning Tongue

This was my day.

We spent the entire morning retracing Laura's steps from yesterday because she lost her check. Her very first live check after cancelling her direct deposit and it has disappeared. It could be at Nissan. It could be at the outlets. It could be in the kitchen somewhere. I think we'll never know. But that was a debacle.

Then in the last two twenty four hours both active sports teams I root for were demolished in heartbreaking and quite honestly, embarrassing losses. Mets by 9 to the Rockies last night and today the Knicks lost game one of the playoffs by 33 to Miami. This is going to sound like a bitter fan but LeBron James should be nominated for an Oscar. If that's how he has to do it to win, I hope he can convince himself it's legit.

So tonight I made some eggs and toast and gave Yuula a bath. I gooped on the new pepper jam I bought from Ross & Ross the other day. There should've been a "no-gooping" warning because I spent the next 15 minutes cooling my tongue with a glass of ice. Yuula had strawberry.

Now I wait for Laura to get home and we do it all over again.