It’s a holiday, so the Seems Like He Never Goes to School Son is home today. BUT a friend is taking him off my hands and heading to the aquarium.

I fell off the Q-Tip wagon. Back to Day One for me.

Still writing, still stressing, still weighing way more than I should (but whose fault is that? MINE–the tasty beers were clamoring from the fridge over the weekend, and the Doesn’t Cook Often, But When He Does, Oh Boy Spouse made brisket. So I have no regrets).

In other words, a normal Monday.

Geez, Louise, I’ve been a downer lately. Let’s lighten things up, shall we?

Okay. So last night the Spouse flipped onto one of those shows that talks about the history of food, in this case, the hot dog.

And the Son decided he really, really wanted one. At 9:30 at night.

So the Spouse made him one, and what’s more, wrapped bacon around it.

I have never seen my son so happy. “This is the best thing I have ever eaten. This is the best day ever.” (He has his mother’s flair for hyperbole).

It was sweet, and he went to bed so, so happy.

Some days, I love nothing more than a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. I am so five years old.

I just had to profess my love here.

So I have this thing where, if I don’t make it to the gym in, say, three or four days (it’s been since WEDNESDAY!), and the MIL is arriving, pizza-slice costume in tow tomorrow, so I won’t get to go while she’s here (because am I going to just sail off and go the gym for two hours, leaving her on her own? I am not that bad of a DIL), so I wonder why bother going today, when I really have to clean the house, because the MIL is coming, she of the scrupulously clean house, me of the CDs in piles everywhere house, and I have to vacuum, that’s exercise, isn’t it? and now I’m depressed since I won’t be able to work out until Friday.

So I’ll get fat and depressed. And therefore eat more.

Knowing all this doesn’t make me not do it. I hate that about me.

I must’ve done something fabulous in a previous life; last night, my Son saw the ranch dressing I’d bought (organic, and everything) and asked about having a salad. He loves ranch dressing. We discussed the options, and he ended up eating a spinach and tomato salad.

Today at lunch, if we had time, he asked if he could have another one.

And now he is having one as a snack, alongside a banana and a nectarine.

I’ve always talked about ‘healthy’ and ‘unhealthy’ foods, but not forbidden the latter; just told him that some of his choices were unhealthy rather than healthy. He took a Healthy Cooking Class at school (as frequent commenter Goedi’s daughter did), and that must have reinforced what I’ve been saying.

I know this is likely not the most exciting news I’ve ever shared (although what that would be, I have no clue; most of my posts take a peek at the mundanity of life. That’s not a word, is it. Shoot.), but I am so incredibly grateful he isn’t a crazy picky eater.

Megan

I didn’t think it could happen–falling in love again.

But it has. And it’s with a Greek yogurt.

OHMYLORD, Fage Total Yogurt is so amazingly delicious I am craving it every single minute of every single day since I first tried it. Sure, the Greco-Sicilian doctor’s eaten it in front of me in the past, but she’s a little off-kilter in her food choices, plus it’s part of her heritage, so I figured it was just something weird.

And then I tried it. Just last week. It’s not sweetened, so it’s super-tart, and if you get the kind with the little space with honey, or preserves, you dip your spoon into the sweet stuff, then into the tart yogurt, and it is beyond amazing.

And speaking of love, I am not so besotted that I can’t say Clive Owen’s outfit for the Oscars was lame. My favorite gown was Cate Blanchett’s, and my least favorite–so many to choose from–was [tick, tick, tick. Gwyneth Paltrow? Christina Ricci? the girl from Little Miss Sunshine? Nicole Kidman?] hm. I guess it would be Cameron Diaz. Those aren’t highway miles.

Do you have any new food passions? And which outfit was your favorite? Least favorite?