This weekend was a little bit of a bust because Jason had to work on Saturday. He was the on-call producer and the normal Saturday producer called in sick, so he had to go in. I pouted about it for about two hours and then tried to make the most of it. We had some plans for the day originally but nothing huge. Since he didn’t have to be at work until three, we went out to lunch at The Local 7. I had a beer because I was annoyed. Not that that makes any sense whatsoever.
And I had a salad with grilled chicken for my meal. Any healthiness that this salad might have had was cancelled out by the obscene amount of ranch I ate with it. Hey, I like ranch dressing.
I always get my dressing on the side but I read somewhere that you actually end up getting more dressing in those little side dishes than you would if the dressing was directly on the salad. Food for thought. Literally.
Alexander had chicken fingers. Once upon a time I thought I was going to be one of those crunchy hippie moms that fed her kid kale and quinoa (I actually love kale and quinoa personally) but then reality hit and the fact that he’s eating something is better than him eating nothing. And maybe he’ll love kale and quinoa in 20 years.
We are trying not to be mad that Jason has to work on a beautiful Saturday. Alexander is not doing a good job of faking it.
After Jason went to work, Alexander and I went to a 1-year old’s birthday party where I knew no one but the host and the 1-year old. Have I mentioned that I’m kind of shy? And somehow I forgot my entire diaper bag (and wallet) and of course, Alexander pooped like the second we got there. Of course he did. Just to get Mommy out of her comfort zone, I guess.
I can’t think of a good segue into the fact that I made some cookies. In fact writing about diaper changes and going into cookies is a pretty terrible transition. But I made some cookies. For some reason, Alexander’s daycare has Teacher Appreciation Week this upcoming week instead of last week like every other school on the planet. So I did some Pinterest searching and came up with these Cookie Butter Brown Sugar Cookies. At first, I could not figure out why they were called brown butter cookies if they didn’t have butter in them. Then I realized I was having a dyslexic moment and they were cookie butter brown sugar, not brown butter. So yeah, cookies made of cookies.
I tried to sort of make them cute but kind of failed at that. There’s a Target gift card in the envelope. Maybe it’ll make up for it.