Last Week Of Food

Dear Food,

It's been so great knowing you. You've really comforted me in the past, and I've enjoyed a lot of you. Too much. This is our last week together for a while. And French Fries? Don't cry darlings, but I'm going to say good bye to you forever. You'll do fine. Someone else will eat you. I'm sure of it.

We sure had some good times tho, didn't we? Remember all those times Marshmallows, when I ate you hot, and sometimes burnt, off sticks? Those were fun times. And chocolate? Remember when I didn't feel guitly when I ate you? Pizza, you old kidder you. C'mon! Give us a hug before we go our separate ways.

I'll miss you, but it's for the best. I have new friends now. Their names are Small Portions and Healthy Choices. But I won't get to know them for a while yet. After our last week together is over, four weeks of liquid meal replacement shakes to get some pounds off before surgery. It's coming up fast. May 17th is but five wee short weeks away.

I'll never forget you, Food. You'll probably hear me crying your name until I get completely over you. But please don't come back to me. Not in the way we've known each other for so long. We're just not meant to be together that way any more.

Love
Jennifer

La Musique!

I bought a beginner piano book and started teaching Hayden how to play. He's getting a free trial lesson on Thursday, and the book is the one the teacher recommended. He has two other 5-year-old students and said that if Hayden is motivated (which he is highly) it could go very well. And so far, it looks like my little sponge-ola is destined to be a great concert pianist!! Which is appropriate, because when he was a newborn everyone said his fingers are so long he'll be a great piano player. If his ears were long they might've said he'd be a great piano tuner, and if his arms were long they might've said he'd be a great piano mover.
Move over Beethoven!

On the hunt...

On Tuesday returning from another batch of appointments in Toronto, Jake and I were stopped at a little shop on the highway, one that sold kitchy wooden things like muskoka chairs and carved animals out of tree stumps, when all of a sudden a T-Rex came roaring by and almost ate me! Jake was able to stop it right after he snapped this photo by throwing a shoe at its nose and then taunting it with mean comments about its mother and upbringing. It slunk away in shame and didn't bother us any more.