Last night Michael told Sybilla (and I quote) "Billa, if your mama was MckMama, you'd be Special Sauce." It made me laugh, but then I wondered what exactly he was trying to say. I decided it was better left unknown.
Billa actually slept through most of the night a few nights ago, thank GAWD. When she finally wandered into our room at 6 am, she whispered, "Mommy? Mommy! Up? Up?" meaning, 'Please can you lift me up into bed with you for some quality snuggle time?' As she settled into place in my arms, she whispered again, "Shhhh...no wake Daddy." I wasn't sure whether to laugh at her sneakiness or be mildly concerned, but I was too tired for concern. So instead I whispered back, "That's right. We don't want to wake up Daddy." In fact, I thought, it would be even better if you didn't wake up Mommy either. Time to find her stepstool and put it back next to the bed so she can just climb in herself!
Since I got sick a couple of weeks ago, I stopped drinking coffee and took up tea. Part of me felt that it was probably a better choice weight loss wise, because I don't feel the need to add sugar and cream to my tea whereas black coffee just makes my stomach turn. I can drink black tea blends and still get enough of a caffeine jolt to wake me up until my internal clock says that it's the magic hour of 10 am. I kinda miss the coffee though. And the Sunday before Easter when I was at Target I decided to treat Billa and myself to a Starbucks snack before we got shopping (On a side note, does it make me a bad mom to distract my child with juice and lemon loaf in order to keep her from wanting to get down and tear up the store?) I tried the Dark Cherry Mocha and oh. my. holy. heaven that was the damn best mocha I've ever had. I want one everyday. I must figure out to how to duplicate it in real life because otherwise, my already broke self will be more broke. And we can't have that!
In the past month, I have found two gray hairs. I was always under the impression that redheads do not gray, they turn blonde. Apparently, my mother was pulling my leg on that one because the hairs pulled were most DEFINITELY silver. They were quite lovely and the prospect of having a full head of silver gray hair is kinda sexy to me. I know, I know. Give it a few years and I may not think so. Whatever. Either way, I know the cause of these gray hairs and it's name is Sybilla.
I've been hankering for gumbo and I am determined to make it before the month is through. I wanted to make it on Good Friday for a friend's birthday dinner (before we made gardening plans) but then upon realizing that the person is a very observant Catholic, we decided chicken and andouille sausage gumbo was not a good idea. In the end, we decided to garden all day and I made lasagna roll ups instead, which were very yummy and easy to make. I will post recipe soon! But gumbo must happen soon...
My lemon tree is awash with buds and blossoms. I have never seen so many on that little tree! My tree is showing various stages of undress as the wind blows away it's leaves and I'm afraid the blossoms will be next. I can tell where a couple of little lemons are starting to form already and I have to work really hard to keep from getting overly excited. I am only going to grow herbs and the lemon tree on the patio this year and we'll go for tomatoes and peppers and other stuff in the boxes at the Marino house!
Left: My poor half naked tree. Right: That is just one branch. There are at LEAST 50 buds on it alone!
We finished watching Avatar: The Last Airbender series finally and now I am sad. I really love that show, it's such a great cartoon! The writing is fantastic and it makes me yearn to write something of that magnitude in novel form. Now that we've finished it, I find myself in a funk. The funk could be related to hormonal timings, but I'm going to blame it on the realization that my Avatar fix is now over. I am going to have to suck it up and buy it on DVD so I can enjoy it whenever I want and not when Netflix decides to send it to me.