We hung around the homestead today.

I ate fruit.

This sort of looks like something I might have hacked up and coughed onto the plate when in truth this was something I consumed. Fork smashed banana and fork scooped almond butter.

I played “One For Me, One For You” with my mouth and the Gladware container as I cut up watermelon.

And around lunch time, I enjoyed my latest trend in sandwich eating these days. Open faced. Toasted sesame Ezekiel bread, avocado slices and homemade salsa.

And three little dates.

Have you noticed yet that none of my dishes match? That’s how I pretend to be cool yo.

Rolling right along with our caterpillar/butterfly theme these days, we got to work on some butterfly crafts after lunch.

I took this opportunity to sneak off and check email, and Maxine decided to take her opportunity to get ready to go out clubbing.

All I know is I better not see an encore performance of this shot on the internet 16 years from now.

I snacked on more fruit. Watermelon, apples…

I say jicama, you say jicama.

Homemade pizza seems to be popping up all over lately, and it finally tunneled it’s way into the sheet rock of my head and I decided it was Mexican Pizza night.

I used my own whole wheat pizza crust recipe and smeared vegetarian refried beans on the uncooked crust for the base, topped with the last of the black bean and corn salsa from yesterday, a couple shakes of ground cumin and some mozzarella cheese.

Ideally I would have used cheddar or better yet, pepper jack cheese. But mozz was what I had so mozz was what we got.

A slice with a very-typical-move-along-nothing-to-see-here side salad.

And just like the rules the girls have to follow, I could have another (small) wedge once I ate all my veggies.

We called it a night after a scintillating game of Red Light, Green Light.

Green Light.

Red Light.

I said Red Light!

Game over. Lights Out.