G and I decided, after purchasing a cool gadget last weekend, to buy an entire bushel of tomato's and attempt to make a vat of pasta sauce which we could then freeze and have readily available for months to come.
Have you any idea how many tomato's are in a bushel?
We got down to work yesterday morning and surprisingly we had them all scored, dipped in hot water, chopped, and processed through the thingapurpose within an hour. We borrowed a giant saucepan from an Italian neighbour, prepared some other ingredients to go with it, and set it to boil and reduce. This was 1pm.
Turned off the saucepan last night at midnight to go to bed. 11 hours it had been on. The house stunk of pasta sauce. Turned it on again this morning. Turned it off at lunchtime when it looked finally to be about ready and the smell had permeated every corner of the place. Decanted it into various plastic containers. Decided to taste it. Tastes like shit. Threw it away.
Ho Hum.
Meanwhile, I ordered a Miracle Blanket for Harry. Various people have raved about these and given his fussy behaviour in the evenings and preference for sleeping on his dad we decided to give it a try. ITS A MIRACLE. I tussed him up in it during his mid morning feed and lay him down in his pram for a nap (he always cries if you put him down when he's awake). He gazed around peacefully and fell asleep. Still there 3 hours later. MIRACLE!.
More news. I WENT OUT. For 4 HOURS. H happily guzzled the bottles of breastmilk I'd expressed for the occasion and was as good as gold. I came home with my boobs achingly full of milk for the little guy who then decided to do a first & snooze for 5 hours in a row. Typical! G tells me a couple of our neighbours were astounded that I could possibly leave the house and leave a 5 wk old baby with his dad. DADS CANT LOOK AFTER BABIES, DONT YOU KNOW YOU WICKED MOTHER YOU!!! OohKay.....
In other news, we're supposed to be going to Darrien Lake in a couple of weeks with some friends. H needs a passport. In order to get a British passport he needs a birth certificate. These take ALMOST 9 MONTHS TO COME. Should I have registered his birth before I got pregnant???? I'm going to have to get him a Canadian passport and travel on that but that is not without it's own problems because border officials are likely to be curious about 3 brits travelling with a canadian baby. After a few calls to various embassies I've established that we'll need to bring some form of proof of parentage....... this of course being the document which has been sent off to register his birth and WONT COME BACK FOR 9 MONTHS. Did I mention it takes 9 MONTHS?. So what can I use? Do I have to flash my stretchmarks and c/section scar to the border guards and hope they accept this as proof, or maybe I should bring a DNA sample?!
Posted by katie at August 26, 2004 01:36 PMSquirt the border guard in the eye with some breast milk and ask if he can explain how you'd be producing that if you hadn't just had a baby!
Posted by: Steve at August 27, 2004 05:00 PMJust ask the border guard (on the US side) if he's got the last 230 years of back taxes that the Inland Revenue is owed...
... course you won't get into the country but at least it wouldn't be because of H's passport ;)
... or if it's a female border guard drop the passport on the ground just as they hold out their hand for it and then say "ah, so you were in the US Women's 4 x 100 relay team then." ;D
I'm sure it'll all work out!
Posted by: Aka at August 29, 2004 10:36 AM