Sleepy Saturday mornings:
I think in the future baby Iggy is going to ask me why he was always on a princess blanket. The answer is that though we have way too many blankets, this one is the thickest and biggest. Sorry Pops.
We also had a birthday party to go to in the late afternoon for my sister-in-law's youngest son. I think this was the first family function that we've gone to with both kids that I didn't feel overwhelmed to go to beforehand. Usually I'm like, "do we take the stroller, but it's bulky, but what if the baby needs to sleep, UGH GERMS, Anna's going to be a disaster, what are they going to serve, where am I going to change the babies......"etc.
It wasn't THAT bad there, the only hard part was entertaining Anna. They had a jumper but there was a lot of rowdy boys there and Anna's cousins were really good about stopping the wrestling when she went in the jumper but I didn't want to kill their fun so I had to walk with her.
Anna and her slightly older cousin Madisyn. This is such a classic shot of my silly girl.
Anna is really stingy with her kisses and I MISSED the shot where she gave Iggy a smooch. He was furious.
;baby Iggy and his auntie.
How children are called in big families:
We didn't do anything special. I cleaned and left the house spotless so I could enjoy the start of my weekly jog and then Iggy reminded me at night that we don't jog on Monday's because my friend has class. SCORE.
I did however make this DELICIOUS cinnamon crusted chicken (recipe from paleo-project.com).
I had been wanting to make it for awhile and on Friday I went grocery shopping at fresh and easy and they were having a sale on whole chicken, I got two little ones for less than two bucks each! The reason I got two was because the recipe called for a 4 pound chicken and these were a little less than two pounds each.
Okay, and I normally (always) buy boneless chicken breasts. When I first started cooking raw meat grossed me out. I thought I was over that. Nothing grosses me out more than a whole chicken though. I know it's irrational because it's my favorite meat to eat, but something about seeing it whole and feelings its delicate bones crack...BLEEEHHHHH.
It sickens me. I thought it was bad when I bought a whole rotisserie chicken and deboned it awhile back, but stuffing an uncooked chicken is definitely worse.
That hindrance aside though, it was pretty easy to make and it was absolutely delicious. I had slight reservations about making it because I thought it might taste a little too sweet for Iggy but he loved it too and the recipe made it into the "must make again" pile. Even my parents who are stingy with their praise of newfangled recipes liked it. It was really moist and not too sweet at all, but the cinnamon does make the skin turn super black. Iggy looked at it sadly at first when I first took it out of the oven like "man I 'm going to have to eat this and pretend it's good" but he especially liked the skin, didn't taste burned at all.
In the oven:
And the chicken is all gone. Football season. The men munch all day so Iggy and my brother-in-law killed a chicken on their own for dinner.
And that's about it! This weekend passed super fast, anyone else do anything fun?