In Which We Don Sweatshirts and Pretend It’s November
I spent the last hour rocking the baby while she slept, snuggled together under a cozy quilt, listening to the wind howling around our house.
Until the big kids came in from playing outside at a neighbor’s and disrupted our slumber, all wind-blown, pink-cheeked, dressed appropriately for the weather in sweatshirts and jeans.
The sky is overcast, with intermittent moments of the sunshine, opening occasionally to douse us with a short rain shower. The wind is brisk, the air cool.
No, I’m not re-posting something that I wrote last fall. This is JULY, yall. And not in Alaska. (Hi Michelle!) No, I’m in eastern Pennsylvania. Yesterday it was 85 and sunny, and today it feels like fall. What gives!?
So what’s a momma to do on a cool, rainy summer day? Schlep the kids to the grocery store of course.
You thought I was gonna say bake a batch of cookies or something, didn’t you? That would be far too sensible.
I learned two things at Trader Joe’s today. (Yes, I returned, armed with all of your excellent suggestions from this post!)
1) When you have a child with tree nut and sesame allergies, it is almost impossible to find food he can eat at the health food store. Very discouraging.
2) Also. Do not take all three children to Trader Joes. It will not be an enjoyable shopping trip. Especially when your new lease on life as well as your son’s allergies require you to examine every single label.
That’s all. Carry on.
Oh. One more thing. I’m making tempeh for dinner. I even know how to pronounce it. Temp-Aye. Thanks to the helpful Trader Joes personnel. Who among you has had Tempeh before? Will I be pleasantly surprised? I am skeptical.