Each pregnancy so far has come with very few cravings, but each has brought an insatiable desire for chicken noodle soup. I'm not picky; Spartan or meager brand condensed style with two measly chicken bits floating in plenty of MSG-laden broth with a few skinny, soaked noodles does just fine. I'm ashamed to tell you how many cans I have already been through. Anyway, today I decided to make a bunch from scratch. So I now have two Dutch ovens full of the heart-warming stuff! Yippee!
Sam has been playing with Solomon today (age 6 and four-quarters, as reported by him...I suppose he's mostly correct, as he will be 7 mid-January.) Solomon lives kitty-corner in back of us and he is Sam's idea of a "big boy." He gets all of Solomon's hand-me-downs and Sam usually wants to incorporate them into his wardrobe immediately, though they are 2-3 sizes to big. Anyway, it has been fun to watch them interact as Sam grows. They play really well together one minute, then are quarrelling like brothers the next. I think that's why Solomon likes to play with him, because he is hoping for a little brother. Anyway, they are both so strong willed and rough and wimpy at the same time. One of them is usually bossing the other around, starting a sword fight, or whimpering from a sword fight wound. His first neighborhood friend! "Mom, can I go to Solomon's house?" It does make me feel a bit old. Oh well, lots of things do that, lately. Maybe because each day that is more true.
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Mmmm... I love making chicken soup
It still amazes me that Solomon's dad lived in the house next door to us. How nice that the sons can now be neighbors and friends.
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