But I Wanted to Cook Breakfast!

Filed Under: Food and Drink, Life

Cara and I got up a bit late today (7:30) and for some reason, I was in a rip roaring mood to cook us bacon and eggs.

You know what I’m talking about. Fry the bacon up until it’s golden and then you plop in a couple of eggs until the edges are crisp. My mouth is watering as I type this.

Apparently the bacon gods weren’t having it.

I had everything ready to go. My cast iron skillet was warming up and the eggs were patiently waiting on the counter.

I grabbed the bacon out of the fridge and instantly saw that something was amiss; my bacon was growing green stuff!

What the fuck?!

We bought this bacon maybe three days ago! Sad times.

So, instead of yummy, yummy bacon and eggs, I had coffee and Cara had cheese, carrots and boob.

Oh well.


Can someone explain to me why my child has taken to talking in her crib?

Our nighttime routine goes something like this:

Dinner around 5:30 pm

Cara runs around like a loon for a bit

At 7 pm she gets a bath

Bedtime is 8 pm.

Normally, she moans and groans for about twenty minutes and then she passes out.

For the past couple of nights, I put her to bed and she fusses for a short period of time and then starts talking to herself.

She’s not upset. She’s not pissed. She’s just talking.

It’s a bit disconcerting to be sitting in the living room listening to my nine month old happily babbling away for 45 minutes.

Anyone else’s kid do this?


  1. Wicked Grace says:

    Sure do! My own unscientific observations indicate that babies who do this grow up to be fluent in their own and any other languages they choose to study, and very, very literate. My daughter did. 🙂

    It must be quite a trip to be able to say every word you know before you fall asleep. You watch, though: by the time she’s two, she’ll know more words than you can keep track of even on a daily basis.

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