If you pay close attention, you can pretty much figure out exactly when I figured out the title to any given post. Sometimes it’s at the beginning. Sometimes it’s at the end. Sometimes I pull random crap out of the air and slap it into the title. Nonetheless, you should at least be able to determine WHEN I pulled crap out of the air.

Anyway. I’m not so sure about this “vegetable” thing. I mean how good can they be for you? Really now.

Toasted sesame Ezekiel bread, mustard, red leaf, 1/4 sliced avocado, tomato, banana peppers. Carrots sticks with salsa. I clapped my hands together and squealed before I ate it.

After I got over myself, we lolly gagged around until I finally decided it was about time we ruffled some feathers at the library. But first, a pre-library pear snack. Eaten as it was sliced.

Might as well call it our second home, because we played, read books, had issues with sharing and used the bathroom before left.

After mom’s favorite section (produce) we stopped at Ava and Maxine’s favorite section (the sunglasses display).

Disclaimer: I did not pick out Maxine’s clothes. I never do – she won’t let me. She is nearly 3 and very persnickety about her wardrobe. If it’s my suggestion she’s not interested. And she. Loves. Those. Pants. She also demanded to wear those ballet shoes. Hey man, whatever gets us out of the house.

It’s also worth noting that Ava asked which flip flops she should wear. Her purple ones or turquoise ones. I said the purple ones would match parts of her shirt. She chose the green ones. Oh I see. Disregarding mom’s advice basically begins at birth.

And here’s where things started to get a little out of hand.

Exhibit A: Why I Take My Camera With Me Everywhere We Go.

Exhibit B.

Exhibit C.

We moved on to check out at this point, because I didn’t want to risk being escorted out of the store before having a chance to pay for my Green and Black Dark Chocolate and replenish my stash at home.

Before dinner we snuggled on the couch while we read and snacked on some of the last of our Newman’s Own Organic stash.

I must say, these Cinnamon Sugar Soy Crisps were really good. Both kids loved them too which is no small feat. I don’t see myself buying these just because they are processed soy, but there’s no denying they were tasty and as far as snacks go, there are certainly worse things we could eat. (That’s some review, huh? “Certainly worse things we could eat…”)

Dinner tonight? Vegetable Frittatas!

Sauteing onions, green pepper, garlic in EVOO, and a handful of fresh spinach thrown in at the end.

I scrambled up 6 eggs and added S&P and a splash of buttermilk because I still had some left from the corn cakes last week.

Topped with shredded colby jack cheese and popped in the oven under the broiler for about 5 minutes.

I don’t know if it was the cheese or the buttermilk or that fact that I used the broiler this time instead of the stove top (with a lid on the pan) but this turned out great tonight.

The eggs were perfectly fluffy and the combination of flavors was great.

Zak said: “Quiche is so good”.

A: “This isn’t quiche. It’s a frittata.”

Z: “What the difference?”

A: “I don’t know. Quiche has crust!”

Z: “I think this is quiche and you just forgot the crust.”

Did I say Frittata’s for dinner tonight? Sorry, I meant Crust-less Quiche.

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Yoga was on the agenda for this morning, but what was NOT on the agenda was Thing 2 waking up early with me.

Under normal, children-still-sleeping circumstances, I would listen my yogadownload podcast from the computer speakers, but that wasn’t going to work today. Instead of making yogadownload and Blue’s Clue’s battle it out, I’d fired up the iPod and used my arm band for yoga like I do for running!

I totally should have taken a picture of me patting myself on the back.

With Steve and Blue babysitting Maxine, I got my downward dog on.

And I couldn’t believe my eyes when I spotted Cowboy Curtis (Ava’s name for that doll) doing what looks pretty close to downward dog during my OWN downward dog!

And although I think this picture borders on obscene, it was totally worth groping around while still in downward dog to find the camera.

How close do your heels come to the floor downward dog? Mine are closer than they use to be before I started doing yoga regularly, but notice I said closER. I think that’s a long term goal of mine – to get my heels to the floor. I’ve never been very flexible and I hear it can take years of yoga practice to get there. Cowboy Curtis seems like she’s closer than me.

I did 40 minutes of Gentle Hatha Yoga #1 and #2. I enjoyed the sun on my face during savasana and for moment let myself pretend I was in a glamorous yoga studio or perhaps on a beach with white sand and gently crashing surf instead of being surround by toys trying to show me up, Blue’s Clue’s playing in the background and the garbage men making an obscene amount of noise early on a Monday morning.

After yoga I was ready to officially take the Breakfast Challenge by the horns and wrestle it to the ground. It’s funny how calling myself a failure motivates me. Whatever it takes!

I got to thinking yesterday about something my raw food experimenter girly Heather told me about – a watermelon margarita that she’d had at a restaurant once and that she’s been loving the virgin version of this drink at home recently. After a little chat with her last night about this, I was ready to make the smoothie to beat all smoothies.

A Watermelon Kiwi Smoothie. Man your stations, prepare for take off.

While tequila for breakfast has it’s appeal, I opted for the virgin version of this drink myself. A bunch of watermelon and 1 1/2 kiwis, skins removed. (I ate the other half kiwi and left the skin on!)

Blended and sending me into orbit!

As much as I thought it was going to be good, there was a small part of me that was worried it was going to be kind of gritty and gross. Like drinking the watermelon juice at the bottom of the container (tell me I’m not the only one that does that) with little bits of watermelon grit in there. It doesn’t stop me from drinking it, but not exactly something I’d get excited about for breakfast either.

But this – THIS – was awesome. I was the perfect texture and sweetness. Even kind of creamy! The Raw Food Detox Diet has me really into “fruit and fruit alone” for breakfast these days. A smoothie with nothing but fruit is sheer perfection in my book. A big shout out to  Heather for the inspiration and to Sarah for the motivation! I’m not sure I would have tried this if I wasn’t on the look out for new, fruit centered breakfast ideas.

And a shout out to me for calling myself a failure!  Three cheers for chastising myself!

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