I saw "Julie and Julia" again. I had wanted to take Ethan and show him and have him laugh in all the same parts as me. I just couldn't wait! Yesterday I told him that we were going on a date after the boys were in bed and Aunt Lauren was available. And then he told me that he had already seen it by himself the day before. And then my upper lip started twitching. It does that when I get really mad. I just couldn't stop my lip. And if Ethan saw it, he would have pointed it out and I would have gotten even madder. My lip could have twitched right off my face. So I covered my mouth and said, "I am so offended. You were supposed to see that with ME!" He told me to calm down and we decided to go anyways.
Boys bedded and off we were for some diet soda and overly-buttered, greasy, delicious popcorn. We did end up laughing in all the same parts and were delighted in Meryl being Julia. At the end of the movie, Julie Powell makes this divine creation of a duck stuffed with something wonderful and then wrapped in pastry and cooked. Ethan bent over and whispered, "You need to make that." And I said, "I would, but remember Van? You know, Son Two that takes everything apart. I just don't have time to make something like that." Ethan sadly agreed.
Poor me. I can't cook all day like Julie Powell or Julia Child. I would. I totally would. But my sweet boys keep me busy. I love them and every bit of them, but gosh, they are busy little fellows. So maybe someday. Maybe when my children have gone and gotten all big, I will have the time for fancy stuffed duck for my husband. But for now, I will be content with how things are now. You know, how Van is throwing the springform pan around and Jack is asking me to find his cowboy hat while I try and saute some onions and garlic. I am sure is sounds familiar.