Uh, Paleo?

I'm tired. I feel like I don't give the kiddo the life she deserves. Not enough play time or learning time. I just muddle through. I'd love to take her to parks more and swimming, and do little learning lessons. I love to take her outside and kick the ball. She's such a spirited little thing.

On a completely different note. I've been reading about the Paleo Diet. Sounds great. And delicious. Except I will have to have dark chocolate and beer. The rest I'm pretty fine with. Oh, and the occasional sourdough bread. I have to admit, I haven't read the science behind the diet, just that it's the idea that it's better to eat like cavemen. Which, of course, I don't believe existed. Naked Adam and Eve, yes. Cavemen, not so much. However, the idea of lots of meats and veggies and some fruits and nuts sets well in my mind. I'm not so snobby or restrictive to say no to some enlightenment though. Coffee, chocolate, tea, beer, alcohol. What's the difference between butchering and cooking meat with seasonings and fat or growing and fermenting and/or roasting seeds/pods/beans/leaves? Also, this is a no grain thing. I believe the idea is that agriculture is not good. I understand slightly (crazy corn, wheat, soy production ain't so cool). But vegetables and fruits are agricultural crops. Some grains grow wild. The idea that grains are difficult to digest makes some sense to me due to my pathetic digestive system. Rings true. But I have different ideas for the cause of that--The Fall, entropy, etc. Not so much monkey ancestry and that agriculture is evil. Actually, the more I think of it, this Paleo Diet makes no sense at all. I think I just like the idea of excessive amounts of meat and fat. Mr. Simon would definitely like it. I think I'll kind of do it. Lots of meat. Plus vegetables. And chocolate, coffee, beer, and other fermentables. I think what really caught me was the more lean mass/greater energy/better digestion schtick.

Boy update: Still bad. Have some help with the kiddo in the form of a Saintly G-Ma. Thinking of sending her to her Auntie's too. Oh how I hate the idea of sending her away. Silly, I know. It's to relatives who love her for hours in days not boarding school or something. Still hard. But this is supposed to be a boy update. Went for a massage. Got appointment scheduled with SFN specialist (finally!) (it's taken 9 months and we won't go until November--she's apparently very good). Wondering if alcohol is making him worse, but our midnight brewskies keep him going too.... What to do. Sleep has been a great help. He's in need of a sign or wonder. Starting to see God as good because we know in our heads that he is, but not one to intervene or help in this life. Hope is dwindling, none left for this life. Not sure how to help.

Do you love how I speak in sentence fragments? It's like a telegram.

So, here's the game plan for this week/month/whatever. Get The Kid to the sitter (Aunt), swim lessons (for The Kid), more massages and sleep for Mr. Simon, more meat for me. :) I think I'm going to start putting some recipes on here too. Maybe starting with my Deep Magic Brownies. They're pretty good. Tune in next week. But if this is going to turn into a food blog, I need a camera. Hmmmmmmm, what a devilishly good scheme to get my camera...