rootofnewt | Trepidation. Fear and trepidation.

explodingcat is heading to Illinois this weekend, so I'm parenting solo. o_O

There will be dirty diapers. Maybe they can just sit until he comes home. "Hi, honey, your fermented poopy fuzzi bunz are in your office. Love you!"

I bet Ronan would fit inside his carry on. Maybe that's the easier way to handle this. Then I can clean the house.

I made cupcakes today. Ronan is now refusing to contemplate anything like protein. No, he just wants cupcakes. And after his episodes of sleepwalking and sleep eating this afternoon, Tom is convinced that our child can't handle suuuuugar. Bah.

After making the cupcakes and frosting them, I was left with way too much frosting. The obvious solution was more baking. A sugar pumpkin was sitting on the counter, so I roasted it. Then I roasted (and ate) the seeds. Cayenne, smoked sea salt, thyme, lemon pepper, roasted garlic, oil. Yum.

Made some white chili for dinner. Used ground turkey, pigeon peas, fish peppers from the garden, other stuff. Stirred in some of the pumpkin--not enough to taste it, since I really don't *like* winter squash. It'll provide some vitamins, though, so that's good.

Anyhow, I'm going to bake the cookies soon. Pumpkin cookies sound yummy. I found two homemade flour mixes in the cupboard. I made them a few months ago. Tom put them away before I could label which is which. I don't know if one of them already contains baking powder. Oops. I can't tell by tasting, either. They just taste like rice flour. One of them tastes heartier, so I imagine it has some sorghum in it. I can't remember what recipes I was following, either. I took the finer one, hoping it's for cookies and hoping it doesn't have baking powder added. I *think* one of them was used for gingersnaps and those were in Living Without, so I'm paging through back issues.

Not sure how the drive home from Richmond will work tomorrow. The airport is an hour and a half from home. I'm thinking of hitting the Children's Museum in Richmond (our local museum membership gets us in), but that still gives me an hour's drive alone with Ronan. He's recently started tolerating the car more, but it's hard to do any trips longer than 20-30 minutes. I meant to ask a friend to go with, but we're leaving at 9am. And I have to go pick Tom up again Sunday afternoon/evening. Oy.

Sold Jericho's dog crate today. Bittersweet. We need the space. Whiskey is scared of crates, but he does very well in the house alone. And the crate represented some of Jerry's most annoying behaviors, but still. I miss my doggy. It went to a couple who are adopting a pit mix from the local shelter. That makes me happy.