Yesterday we got a visit from our friends Nicole and Aaron who are expecting a baby of their own at the end of this month. They were like a couple of pros taking care of the Wombats and grinning smugly knowing that they will only have to contend with 50% as much baby care as us.
Did I say friends? I meant jerks.
After returning home from work I put out yet another world class cheese, this Gabietou from a small little up-and-coming cheesemaking country that you may have heard of. It's called France. Look it up!
To go with the cheese I cracked open another Canadian gift beer, this Red Amber Ale from Alexander Keith's. I'd had this last summer on tap at a restaurant in Montreal but this was my first time in the bottle. It's a very easy drinking red ale with low ABV and a smooth Canadian taste. It's one of the best beers I've had with a giant buck on the label.
For dinner Jen roasted the farm carrots in the oven while I grilled up some bone-in chicken breasts (seasoned with Old Bay) and peppers from the farm. I also roasted some farm broccoli in the oven then served it all up topping the chicken breast with pickled watermelon rind.
This morning, after an all night fuss-a-thon, the Wombats were visited from their Grandpa Butch and Nana STIM. Today marks their eight week birthday and they celebrated it by spending the entire day alternating between fussing and eating tremendous amounts of food. Only a walk to the farmer's market quieted them down temporarily. Unfortunately it did not quiet all the shoppers who wanted to make small talk with me about babies while Jen looked for the prefect radishes.
Hopefully their father's dislike of talking to strangers will translate to the Wombats having an extra cautious approach to this same subject. I don't really preach stranger danger, it's more about stranger boredom.