Yesterday I came home, worked out, and then sat around watching the Top Chef season one marathon until the baby came home. (All right, I also got some other stuff done, because it's pretty much my only daylight time at home during the week without the baby, and now that Mr. Bisous is back at work these are desperate hours, so yeah, there was some household windexing and a trip to Target for essentials and whatnot, but then serious laziness ensued. ) Then I entertained her for a few hours before she went to bed (early, because shoe shopping will wear a kiddo right out). And watched the rest of the first season, which I hadn't seen before, though I know who won from watching Top Chef All Stars and other reunion incarnations of that show.
Now I am seriously behind on my TV watching. I don't know how this came to pass - I usually only follow one or two shows the whole week, and that's usually something on HBO that only has 13 episodes every two years, or Battlestar Galactica. But then I followed the siren song of Project Runway to the other Bravo reality shows (Top Chef, Step it Up and Dance, Workout), plus the Colbert Report and the Daily Show, and now the strike is over and 30 Rock is back on (I'm too far behind on Ugly Betty so I'll wait for the DVD). Not to mention all those silly Gordon Ramsay reality shows (the man has half a dozen of them between the BBC and Fox), then there is Nigella and Jamie Oliver and MEIN GODT (I don't know German but maybe that is right? Mein Gohdt? Je ne sais pas.) I'm watching a lot of TV. It doesn't help that the fabulous weather seems to occur on days I work, and the rainy crappy weather happens on my Fridays and Sundays off.
If I don't stop watching so much reality TV on cable, Bisousette's first word will be motherf**BLEEP.
She's become very picky about what she eats from - she'll take a spoon only if she is very hungry. Otherwise things have to be put in her mouth by her own hands (takes VERY LONG, and Mama's got to find out who made it to the next round of Hell's Kitchen!), or sometimes she will eat from my hands on a food item spoon - a grape section smeared with applesauce or prunes, or a cheerio dipped in oatmeal or peas. Depending on her mood, she'll pretty much eat anything, as long as it is presented properly. Must be all the Top Chef.
