I absolutely must believe in an eternal reward.

Why?

Because I am a mom, that’s why.

And if you are a mom, like me, you too know one thing is certain,

YOU. CANNOT. WIN.

(need I say more? Look at her face – that expression is registering complete and total victory)

I have been trying to make some positive changes in the *eating department* around here. Along the lines of less hydrogenated, more fresh.

Tonight I made what I deem to be a rock star mom dinner.

An awesome recipe for bean soup from none other than Jennifer Aniston’s personal chefs. I know that sounds so lame, don’t worry I am not going to go on about how cool pink berry is or nothing, I feel like a trendy wanna-be nerd even mentioning the source, but people, this soup is good!

caprese salad with local mozzarella and heirloom tomatoes purchased at our farmer’s market (now I really sound like I am trying to be cool – so what if I admitted that I am trying? You know, a little.  Just checking, is anyone falling for it?)

sauteed green beans and snow peas – can you imagine how much we would have paid for this meal in NYC? My guess is plenty.

Millie’s reaction?

All she wanted was

This lovely dinner ended in a flood of tears and sadness.

Dang-jiggity.

I want to give up.

But something deep inside me says,

“keepgoingsisterkeepgoing.”

(thank you little voice  – I will keep listening to you)