March 24. That would be the last time I posted anything on this blog. Oy. I blame it on the three month old that is shifting around on my hip as I type this. At some point—apparently shortly after March 24—he (a) woke up from his newborn coma, and (b) gained a few pounds. Which if you are at all familiar with baby physiology means that it was all hands (or dare I say boobs) on deck for this mama.
When I did this baby thing the first time around, rough nights could be chased with sleep-ins and leisurely mornings. Not so with a toddler in the picture. The Bean—bless her—greets each day with a rousing chorus of “Mama I’m huuuuuuuuungry!”, which does not let up until I have carried her downstairs (yes, she INSISTS I carry her down), and slid a bowl of something breakfast-y onto her Thomas the Tank Engine placemat.
So you can imagine why I might seek out a way to concoct make-ahead oatmeal. As I’ve said before, there is really nothing finer than a breakfast that cooks while you sleep and greets you—ready-to-eat—when you wake. Continue Reading →