And while we're talking milestones, we can add Mr. Wyatt to the solid food club. Yep, my boy now eats from a spoon. Rock on, little muncher. He seemed a little weirded out by the texture of something not-milk-like, but being the hearty eater that he is, he got over it in no time. Watch out world, Wi-Fi is learning to chow.
In other eating news, not Wyatt-related, I'm learning to cook. And by "learning" I mean "teaching myself with random recipes and expensive grocery bills". I find that the basics are boring, so I've jumped right into gourmet-land. Okay, that's an exaggeration, considering I don't even really know what all the tools do, or the difference between "chopping" and "mincing". But if I don't know, I just improvise. So far, most things have turned out pretty good. I've had a couple flops, but I guess that's the whole "learn from your mistakes" angle. Tonight, I'm cooking for the first time for Ryan's family. (I made jerk chicken for my parents a couple weeks ago, but knowing me, they have such low expectations in the kitchen, ha ha, it wasn't much pressure.) What's funny is that it's not like the Kuhns are a high-maintenance group. We could order pizza and they'd be perfectly happy. But I know Ryan wants to show off his wife's culinary progress, ha ha, and so I'm stepping up to the plate with a repeat performance of my Garlic Sesame Pork Tenderloin, Artichokes with Creamy Dill Dipping Sauce, and some Garlic Bread. Garlic is the thru-line for this meal, so my apologies to anyone in the family who was planning on having minty fresh breath tonight...
I feel like with as long as it's been since I blogged, I should probably have more to say. I should, for instance, be telling you about Wyatt and my perfectly fun day in LA last week. I should be writing about Ryan and my sans-baby trip up to the Napa area for the Bottling Party at the Housley's winery. I should, but I'm tired of typing. I'll get back to you on those. It'll be a teaser - setting you up for the sequel. Try not to be too impatient. :) And speaking of impatient, I'll leave you with a picture of the little dude, who was too impatient to take his nap to let his mommy know he was tired...
