Michael Jackson and Farrah Fawcett…

The best quote I heard about Wacko Jacko is…

“At least your kids are safe”.

How sad.  Good musician, total freak.  Horrible role model.

Oh well.


It’s been a quiet posting week…

Lots going on…



But with UM feeling better, we’ve both been able to get to bed a little earlier.  A couple nights ago we both flaked out watching Law and Order on or PVR.  Last night while UM was studying for a quiz, I got caught up on some work emails, played Jedi vs Sith on Facebook, then more Law and Order, and sleep.

While I feel more tired in the morning, I totally feel better overall…

Living on 5-6 hours sleep a night, everynight, really is not that much fun.

I can cook too…

With UM on the shelf – after 4 days of being sick in bed with a fever, coughing her brains out at all hours of the day – I set off tonight to make dinner tonight for myself and for our nanny.  The kids had already eaten and for UM all I had to do was heat up some chicken soup with matzo balls. 

So this is what I made… and it was yummy good.

half an onion cooked up in a frying pan with a touch of oil.

Added broccoli stem diced into small pieces tossed into the pan once the onions were opaque.  Cooked it until the pan began to dry up them squeezed in half an orange and cooked it some more.

Tossed in some garlic, herbs de Provence and basil added

Cooked it all up nicely until the broccoli began to soften.

Added 4 eggs with fresh ground pepper

tossed in some shredded marble cheese

cooked it all up.  A giant super-yummy omelette.  WOW.  So, so good.


Why I love the logic of a 2 1/2 year old.

Friday night dinner this week was pizza.

The kids love pizza if in the right mood, but usually have yummy homemade or only at a birthday party.

Stewie likes his pizza with Olives.

Linus likes his pizza plain, although he’ll sometimes eat the crust first.


So after finishing 2 slices of pizza Friday night, and having taken a few bites of his third piece, Stewie breaks down into tears…

Why you ask?

Well, he was crying and saying this… “I don’t like cheese”…

I pointed out to him that he has already eaten 2 full pieces of pizza, each one covered in cheese.


Didn’t matter.  He was, at that moment, done.

Hasn’t touched the left over slices either…

OY.  Kids.


Then this morning, him and his brother ate bagels for breakfast.  After eating all but 2 bites of his bagel, Stewie looked at me and said, “I don’t like bagels”.  I was putting cream cheese on a bagel for his mummy, who is sick, when he says, “I want bagel and creme cheese (creme, not cream).

He he he.

I guess the secret is out…

Looks like my big secret is no longer a secret.  I’ve been outed, or rather we’ve been outed, by no one other than my own wife… UrbanMummy (UM for short).

If you pop over to her wonderful blog,, you will be able to read her tale of the amnio appointment she had Monday of this week – the pain from the needle an the stress her (and I) had prior to this procedure.  Not only are we both uneasy about needles, but the thought of checking for genetic defects in our unborn child makes so much sense but also could result in real decision being made soon there after.

She was so brave.

I am SO proud of her.


So yes, we are pregnant.

And the genetic tests came back normal.  WHEW.

Baby #3 is due on what would have been my parents anniversary, November 28th.  My father passed away in 2002.  Stewie, #2, his Hebrew name, is named after my Dad.  He would have been so proud…