This is what I’ve been reduced to. I now puree vegetables and hide them in Whit’s food. Sweet potato and carrot puree as a layer under the (wheat germ) breading on chicken nuggets, broccoli, pea, and spinach puree (above) hidden in meatballs, white bean puree in chocolate chip cookies. Come hell or high water, that son of mine is going to eat his vegetables.

This was taken at 7:45 this morning as both children were eating their breakfast. This was one of those mornings where I do think sometimes time just stretches itself for me as I am able to cram an immense amount into an hour. We got up at 7:15, got dressed, packed bags for school, kissed Daddy and sent him off to work, made breakfast for the children, steamed and pureed the spinach/pea/broccoli mixture, scheduled 3 COO interviews for the week after next. After I decanted the beautiful (really!) green puree into its various containers for use and freezing, Anastasia arrived and at 8:02 we headed to G’s school. 8:20 arrival at W’s school, 8 minutes on playground and an exceedingly uneventful drop-off. Whit’s dismissive “I love you, mummy, bye” made me both proud and sad. And then we drove to G’s school again to evaluate Anastasia’s non-parallel-parking options for pickup, went to Starbucks, the gas station, and the ATM. And got home at 8:50. What kind of universe do I live in where the time stretches itself to accomodate the mundane days but flies by at warp speed in the moments that I want to live in forever?