Yay for sparkly pinky coral nail polish.

I didn’t make a to-do list for this weekend… though I know there will be a long dog walk at some point today. I got up just after seven and made apple cinnamon oatmeal on the stovetop, one of my favorite breakfasts. It’s so simple. There will never be instant microwave oatmeal in my house.

This brings me to something I thought about while grocery shopping yesterday. My cart was full of mostly fresh vegetables and fruit, a couple packages of meat, a carton of organic milk. I passes a mom and her kid, who looked to be around ten, maybe. I peeked into their cart, which was full of NOTHING but packaged, processed “food”. Crap like rice-a-roni, betty crocker cake mix. Just pure garbage. I felt worried for a second that parenthood will corrupt my sound values about what I eat. Maybe this lady always ate crappy food and is just continuing the tradition. But there seems to be this idea that having a kid will mean I no longer have “time” to care about whole, natural foods. Isn’t that kind of antithetical to what you’re told in pregnancy, that you need to support the fetus by eating the best way you can? And then I guess that all flies out the window when the kid is old enough to eat solid foods, and then they begin their decade-long diet of nothing but macaroni and cheese and sugar cereals, getting their nutrients from gummi vitamins.

I am going to fight like HELL not to slide into that sellout lifestyle. Our kid is not going to eat at McDonalds. I won’t poison myself, why would I poison my child when his/her little body is developing, when their basic eating habits and opinions about food are developing? I guess I don’t “get it.”