Not a lot

Not a whole lot has been going on here. Nothing really postable I suppose. This weekend at the Central Market they had a Hatch New Mexico Chile festival. I was so excited. Hatch was a probably 4 hours from where I grew up. We always had green chile at our house. We would buy it in bulk boxes and my mom would roast it herself. When I was little I hated the smell. Loathed the smell. It was really strong, and I wasn't into chile. But as I grew older the smell grew on me, as did the taste of green chile. It was always nice to go to Wal-Mart and other grocery stores in the fall because you could smell the chile roasters roasting away. As I put my Central Market treasures away, which included some un-roasted peppers I could almost see my mom, eating her dinner with one chile pepper every night. No matter what she was eating, she would have one chile pepper with it. My father was a landscape/gardener and he grew chile. When I was little I would play with the neighbor boy, and we would sneak into the nursery and steal the chile's before my father could pick them. Once we grabbed one chile that was soooo hot. We each took a bite and then ran to his house with our mouths on fire. We couldn't tell anyone what we had done or we would have gotten in trouble for picking them. But we were in serious hot pepper pain. We downed a few glasses of milk(BAD IDEA) then we ate some bread, and last but not least ate sugar straight from the spoon to get the fire out. I don't remember what finally helped us, probably just the time it took to get through all these cures. But I will always remember that one incident with the chile peppers. That's probably why I hated them so until I was much older. Anyway, we got some for here in our home. A little bit of my dearly missed New Mexico, right here in my freezer.

In other food related news. Wee Bit, who I re-named E-Wok(not sure on that spelling) has ventured on to new veggies. He's done green beans which he hates, and squash which he grunted at but ate more of then the green beans. He's gotten so big lately and just cracks me up. He will sit and laugh to himself for a long time. He's just irresistably precious and I love it. Other people think he's pretty cute too, which is nice. Once you become a parent it's nicer to hear compliments on your children rhan to receive them even for yourself I think. People always come up and comment on his flyaway hair, and say how cute he is. Like I said, I love it. But at the same time it makes me sad. Yoda, big bro, is very sensitive. And all the attention that E-Wok has been getting has made him pretty jealous. Just this morning Yoda said he didn't like E because he got everything. It breaks my heart, you can see his little face fall everytime someone approaches and ooh's and aaah's at E. Then when Yoda finally does get attention it's to respond to the question "Is that your little brother?"

Yoda has been working on potty training. Yeah still. Were back on the job. The only problem is that a button from his shirt fell in the potty and got flushed down. So now Yoda is scared of the toilet. It used to be he just hated the toilet, but now he's afraid of it too. GREAT! Oh well, as everyone say's you never see children in kindergarten with diapers still. I've enrolled him in soccer and I'm hoping that seeing the other children with no diapers will inspire him. I did get a little worried the other day when DH pointed out the fact that he will be the youngest one there, since he turns 3 just the day before practice starts. YIKES! I guess he will have to get used to it though, since it will probably be that way his whole life. I think he can hang with the older crowd.

And may I say 3, so sad. It's like the end of babyhood. The beginning of independence and I even think we will have to start paying for him to go into movies and stuff. And, he's now old enough for all the 3+ toys! WOW, Where did those years go?

Okay, on and on I drone.