A day late and a dollar short

I'm going to post a What's for Lunch Wednesday post, except that I didn't get the photos out of the camera till today, so it's not Wednesday any more.

(Mabel loves Thursday, because it's named after Thor, her favourite of the Avengers. Except when her favourite is Wasp, or Ant-Man, or Captain America. Last night she was very excited to hear that today would be Thor's Day.)

Other people who shall remain nameless always get their post up in time, so if you go there you can read more about yesterday's food and follow the links to everyone else's lunches.

I packed the big lunchbox for me and Mabel yesterday, full of good stuff that of course came back mostly uneaten. This is why I don't feed my children: they don't eat food. In our lovely green Goodbyn (that always gets admiring glances) I have apple slices, grapes - quartered because they were big fat ones with choking hazard written all over them - some watered-down red juice (V8 V-fusion), a mini yogurt, and quesadillas. Mine had black beans from a tin (well rinsed) mixed with a spoonful of chipotle salsa and some grated red cheddar. Mabel's had ham and cheese, because she doesn't like purple beans. All she ate was the yogurt.

Those mini yogurts, by the way, are called Danonino and are unappealingly labelled "Dairy Snack". But if you look at the ingredients, they have no HFCS and are mostly just milk, and have 19% of someone's required protein (I don't know if that's a toddler's or an adult's) as well as calcium and some other good things. In Europe we have tasty little pots of stuff called Petits Filous, or Petits Suisse, or simply fromage frais, but all those words are French and therefore would be frowned upon by Les Etats Unis. From the taste, these little guys are almost the same, a little milder perhaps, but clearly the Danone company is stumped to find a decent name for them.

So that was lunch. Mabel hasn't been eating much lately, but between the fact that she's been on antibiotics for almost three weeks now to make sure she doesn't develop Lyme disease - and it seems to be working, because the mystery rashies have gone away and the target-shaped one is fading nicely - and that she came down with the snurfles at bedtime last night and is currently streaming snot, I'm not too surprised. It's not like she's slowed down any with the nursing, I can promise you that.

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In other news, I'm painfully - painfully, I tells ya - aware that the banner graphic is horribly out of date, and I have a nice autumnal photo all ready to go for up there to replace the swimming pool we haven't been to since August. But Blogger tells me it's too big, so I'll have to wait for my IT advisor to come home and do clever things with Gimp to make it fit. I hate iPhoto. For an iThing, it's really annoying. [... Update: Done!]

While I'm talking shop, I have to say I'm very tempted to change Monkey's name to Dash. What do you think? He's just not a Monkey any more, and it also turns out that Monkey is a very obvious and boring thing to name your blog son. Mabel has been playing The Incredibles a lot - she likes to be Violet and look after her baby brother Jack Jack - and has taken to addressing Monkey as Dash. It's a good name for him, since he likes to show us how fast he is at every available opportunity. (It also fits the Halloween costume I picked up for him at the thrift store last week to a T.) Do you think I should? Would it be too confusing? Do you care? Etc.