It's a Jungle Out There!

Not this year! After 3 years of so so gardens (and one total failure), with more weeds than produce, we finally have a garden worth posting about. 3rd time's a charm, right?

I Fell Off the Wagon....

The cloth diaper wagon, that is.

Wannabe Vegetarian

When I was in junior high, I visited a meat packing plant, and vowed from that day forward not to eat red meat. Beef was what was processed there, and my young mind didn't put enough thought into the subject to realize that pigs, chickens, and fish weren't treated any better. I kept that promise, until Prom Night, 1998. My date's prime rib made my chicken fettuccine alfredo pale in comparison. So I caved. And proceeded to eat half his meal. The next day, I was hitting the McDonald's drive-thru for my first Big Mac in 4 years. So much for resolve. But in reality, 4 years is a long time for a teenager to commit to anything.

Cloth diapers? Are you crazy?

After almost two years of using cloth diapers, I still get a kick out of the looks on others' faces when I change my son in a public restroom. Some are curious, others look at me like I have lost my mind. I've gotten used to all of the questions, and I always take time to answer them. I've even converted a few mamas over to cloth (does that sound too cultish???).

Sour Cream Chili Bake, the Taste of My Childhood

I had no intention of blogging about tonight's supper, but making it always stirs up memories, so I felt like I should share it with you. There won't be any step by step pictures since this was pretty last minute, though I did manage to snap a photo with my phone of my son's plate before he took it from me.