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Every time I try to sit down and blog, Lincoln throws a fit. The way I see it, he is my "employer" and I owe it to him to tend to him and entertain him, so....blogging takes a back seat.

The title of this post is a reference to my pant size. Halellujah! I haven't been a 12 since I got married. And by golly, I vow to keep losing more weight. Yes, I did just spill the beans to the internet about my pant size. No shame here! (All the shame is in regards to my previous pant size. Sigh.)

I will post a picture of Lincoln this week. I can't believe he is already 7 months old. Where did the time go??

Oh, and he is finally sleeping in his own room. It was a painless transition. If I didn't know better, I'd say he was sick of rooming with us. He has adored his fancy-schmancy mattress since day one. He is sleeping for long stretches, too. My sole complaint is that he won't sleep in there for naps, or if it is light outside. I am debating spending the money on blackout curtains, per his pediatrician's recommendation. My concern is he will then be accustomed to only sleeping in the pitch black. I am constantly worried about starting bad habits. Sigh. (Again.)

Love to you all!

Eeeew!

Sometimes when I am desperate and poor I eat Kraft Mac 'n' Cheese. The kind in a blue box. It isn't often, as I prefer a sauce made from scratch with a roux as opposed to orange powder, but you get the point.

Yesterday at our Super Bowl party I made some of the Kraft stuff for the kids in attendance. I figured they wouldn't like my veggie pasta with rosemary and garlic. I put it in a large serving dish on the same table as the food being served to the grown-ups (which, incidentally, there was plenty of the "good" food for the kids to eat but sometimes kids are picky and I like to cater to all parties...it wasn't like I treat my friend's kids like second class citizens.)

To my complete shock, some adults put the mac 'n' cheese on their plates! Now, I am confused. Did they take some to be polite? Are they picky eaters?

Basically I am mortified that an adult would think the Kraft stuff was something I was actually presenting for consumption at a party!

I Don't Care About the Game

We're having our 5th annual Super Bowl party this weekend and I couldn't be more excited!

For the food, that is. Truth be told, I don't care much for sports. I do, however, enjoy the socializing and the snacking. We are expecting somewhere around 20 people, excluding the 7 of us, which I feel is a fun number.

My only qualm with the party is that there are too many good recipes to choose from and only one party! Typically I go way overboard (last year I made 8 different appetizers) so this year I am going to reign it in a little. Please feel free to add to my agony by sharing a recipe I can bookmark for next year!

Here is our menu sans desserts, which I am still brainstorming:

Hot wings
Spinach rolls
My mom's famous version of "Queso"
Pasta salad
Meatball sliders