I have a cold, and I feel like death. Vertigo hit me for a couple of hours a few days ago, and I had the sweats and nausea. My body hasn’t been good to me, though it is nice to see a number on the scale I haven’t seen in a while.
Now, I’m trying not to sneeze on the babies, and remember to sanitize my hands frequently. Because what’s worse than a sick baby? Two sick babies. So far, aside from what appears to be teething symptoms in my daughter (because she tried to gnaw off my finger with her gums), and sudden fussiness at night before bedtime for my littlest boy, they appear to be well. They are rolling onto their bellies! I have to remember not compare their milestones to their brothers’, because to be fair, the latter had more time in the womb. So rolling at 5 1/2 months? I’ll take it.
I would tell you more about the babies, but I’m saving that for Through The Lens Thursday because the prompt is CUTE.
So I’ll tell you about the fried ice cream I had on Sunday, date night (yes, I’ll talk about that too in a minute). I like ice cream, I like fried things, so when I saw fried ice cream on the menu, I said, WHY NOT.
This is why not. You cannot roll a scoop of ice cream in a piece of stale bread, crumb that, and drop it into a very hot fryer. What you get is a very hard, icy scoop of vanilla ice cream, packed in a thick, doughy fried piece of bread. It tastes exactly like it sounds. I was cheated of a good dessert on date night.
It was our second date night in as many weeks. Such luxury, and it is thanks to our friends and neighbors, who had the boys over for a playdate, while my in laws looked after the twins. Two hours sans children = meal out wherever we like that’s not too far away so we don’t spend too much time in the car, and if need be, get home in 10 minutes. I like to think we looked like a couple of carefree newlyweds, not tired parents of four young kids.
Hah! Who am I kidding? We totally looked like tired parents of four young kids who looked slightly crazy-eyed at the fact that we were sitting down for a meal cooked by someone else, while it was still hot, and not having to wipe someone’s mouth, or pick up water bottles off the floor, or referee the inevitable fight over who gets the blue crayon.
Yay date night! We didn’t take selfies because we were too busy eating and talking. But we did take pictures of our food. Don’t ask why, because I don’t know the answer.
Oh hey! I’ve been nominated for an award, or at least this good ol’blog is. It’s the 2015 Bloggies, an annual weblog award, nominated and voted for by the public. It’s been around since 2001, before any of us started a blog (right?). I’m up for Best Asian Blog, so it’d be awesome if you can head over there to vote. And while you are, consider voting for my friends A Lady in France (Best European Blog) and Life With Roozle (Best LGBT Blog). All you have to do is scroll down, click on your chosen blogs, and submit. You’ll have to verify your vote via email. That’s it! A one-time vote, which is why I’m comfortable asking here, because generally, asking for votes to win something is not my cup of tea. But I don’t want to do disservice to my many friends who nominated me in the first place.
Aaaand . . . that is the stuff I wanted to tell you guys, old school blogging style. See you on Thursday for some cute. Here’s a preview.