Food Writing

07 January 2018

Deb's Small-Batch Oatmeal Cookies



Well, I've just marked two months into this mothering thing. Sometimes it feels like I blinked and woke up into a different...I wouldn't say life, because a lot is the same, but when you have a baby, you come home with, a baby. And (Jack) is the cutest, healthiest, smartest little nugget. We are...in awe. At the moment he is laying in my lap half sleeping, hiccuping and just flashed me a smile. We also, within the first two weeks of postpartum haze, moved out of our very small former apartment of five years, into the larger apartment next door, and boy is it more comfortable. Between caring for and feeding the baby and managing to attend to ourselves, we schlepped our stuff a couple of feet over the course of a week or so and suddenly on Thanksgiving night, we were eating a turkey breast with cranberry sauce (my husband freaked out at me when he saw me handling a large raw turkey part in the middle of us moving and attending to an infant because it clearly wasn't necessary but was definitely festive and delicious) and later that night we were marathon moved, at the table in our new digs, with Jack apparently insisting on joining us (we are exclusively breastfeeding). Ed took a picture of that but it won't go up here. Thank God for two hands.