Fitz, Tantrums, Knives, and Mike Tyson

Song of the Day: Pickin' Up the Pieces by Fitz and The Tantrums

Two disclaimers today:
1. Katherine here, bloggin' on her own today!
2. I'm pretty much obsessed with Fitz and The Tantrums. I'm obsessed with Fitz Barringer as well.

For as long as we've been married, Fitz has been the ultimate sous-chef. I try to look like I'm busy stirring the pan on the stove top while Fitz busily chops up everything. And, of course, once he's chopped up everything, he starts cleaning up the dishes. Meanwhile, I try to look absorbed and busy in what I'm doing, tasting everything multiple times, saying things like, "Oh, I think this tastes good. Maybe a little more salt..." Because a little more salt could never hurt anything, right?

Fitz is master chopper in our family. He has a Japanese knife that he received for Christmas last year which could probably chop shoe leather, not that we've tried (yet). Lately, Fitz has been chopping up fruit and storing it in the refrigerator. Makes for a great, convenient snack. Especially if you're pregnant and equally starving and lazy.

Sorry, Fitz, I ate a LOT of the fruit this morning.

And yes, that is DECAF Earl Grey tea in a Christmas mug. I love our eclectic collection of mugs. Christmas in August! I feel merry every time I see it. Merry enough to hum Jingle Bells this morning.

Fitz and I wound up at the library on Saturday to check out some books...well, Fitz checked out books, I looked through the DVDs. We did find a book which will hopefully be the answer to our prayers:

We'll most likely need The Complete Idiot's Guide to Parenting as well.

Baby B is kickin' up a storm these days. We call him our little soccer player, but yesterday Fitz said that maybe Baby B is more of a Mike Tyson. All I could envision was our kid biting the ear off of another kid in preschool. I think I will go ahead and order that Idiot's Guide to Parenting.