Please be sure you read my title while envisioning me alternately ripping my hair out and shaking my fists in the air, screaming in exasperation.
I have been trying for two freaking days to upload a video of Ethan singing a medley of his favorite songs (ABCs, Itsy Bitsy Spider and Row, Row, Row Your Boat), to no avail. It's a minute and a half long, it's not like I'm trying to upload a feature film here. WTF, Blogger?! You're awfully technologically challenged for a fracking website!!!
Anyway, the video is adorable and turns me to a big gooey blob of love every time I look at it, but I guess sharing it is just not in the cards. And that makes me cranky.
Please check out my other blog, NoMoreFatSarah (link to the right) for some pictures of Ethan helping me bake cookies today. He is an awesome helper, I just wish he'd eat some of the cookies.
Here are some pictures from yesterday's farmer's market:
Okay, so there's no fresh produce or artisan crafts displayed in these Ethan-centric pictures, but I assure you, they were taken at the farmer's market. And I love that we live in a place where I can expose Ethan to that sort of experience. We got to two markets weekly; once on Sunday morning with Husband, and once on Tuesday afternoon with friends.
I've been thinking a lot about how Ethan's early experiences are going to shape his view of the world and I'm so thankful that he will have concept of the farmer's market as part of his consciousness. I love that he will grow up around healthy, unprocessed foods and produce, grown locally and organically, and that for him, that will be the "norm" and the expectation. I hope that growing up with the farmer's market will instill in him a respect for food in a way that it's taken me a long time to get to.
The grocery store is this magical zone where food just appears, and except for the "Product of Mexico" signs underneath the tomatoes, you really have no idea where your food is coming from. Each stall of the farmer's market has it's own banner advertising the name of the farm (usually a small family farm) and it's address, and people behind the stands who are involved with and invested in the food they are selling. I love that. And I love that Ethan's going to grow up with that perspective--not just about the food, but about the people who grow it and sell it to us.
So is it obvious that I'm kind of all over the place today? Yeah, I thought so. Probably because I learned from our RE today that I am most likely going to be a Clomid drop-out. The ovaries, apparently just this side of incompetent themselves, didn't do much with the amped-up dose of Clomid this month. I'm still just rocking one serious follicle, which is what I should be making without Clomid's help. We'll have to see what this month's turkey baster extravaganza produces, but barring some fabulous feat of fertility, we'll be heading into Octo-mom territory next month with injectable fertility meds. Good times.
I'm going to try upload that video again. Someone at Blogger is laughing at me.