Pulling a Britney

Well, we are officially horrid parents, I'm sure. Went to church on Sunday and realized AFTER we got there that the base of the Little Goat's car seat was only sitting in the car, it wasn't actually attached. Yes, we felt horrible. No, it won't happen again. Hopefully. We sure weren't intentionally stealing a page from the Britney Spears Book of Modern Parenting.

In other news, she now weighs roughly 8 lbs: when we took her to the Dr. last Thursday, she had gained 10 ounces in a six days! She's already grown more than an inch too. My deduction? Bigger baby = bigger poop = UGH!

So Grama is visiting (Grampa stayed home this time but will be out in September; Nana and Papa will be out next week) and we decided to try out the restaurant in town. They don't have a menu per se, but usually offer five different choices of 'entree.' One of Sundays entrees was Chop Suey. For your convenience, I'll offer Miriam-Webster's definition of Chop Suey, which is as follows: "a dish prepared chiefly from bean sprouts, bamboo shoots, water chestnuts, onions, mushrooms, and meat or fish and served with rice and soy sauce."

However, seeing as we're up here in Northern Maine where apparently that definition got a little lost in translation, I should warn you that Chop Suey - Northern Maine-style - consists of ziti and rigatoni pasta cooked with stewed tomatoes and hamburg. Yes, hamburg. There's no 'er' on the end of that either. It's not hamburger (as in most of the normal free world), it's HAMBURG.

Some day, the Husband and I will compile a longer list of the strange word-isms that Northern Mainers have come up with. Some of them are truly asinine. In the meantime, I have a sleeping Little Goat on my lap so I should put her in her crib and try to get some things done around here.