Ba!

So my son's favorite food is banana and he's learned to say all the syllables for it, but can't really string it all together yet to form the whole word. But he has made us understand him by saying, "BA!" and pointing in the direction of where the bananas are.  I'm still playing a guessing game with all the rest of the things he's trying to say because it's still mostly "da" for everything. 

Lately it's been harder and harder to work from home because he's really vying for my attention or wanting to pound on the keyboard of my computer. Either way, it's not conducive to working.  But I recently received the news that I was being laid off because they can't afford to keep me full time. March 8th is my last day. They offered me part time work but I figured it's not worth it. And do you think they're really not going to keep calling me for things if I was only part time? I'm not sure if there would really be any boundaries.  I felt it was a sign for me to move forward and working part time would not allow for that.  At least now, I have some time to focus solely on my son instead of struggling each day for balance between working and him.   Maybe I'll have time to blog more.  Money might be tight.  Unemployment, after taxes, will probably only cover my rent..then I have insurance to pay for on top of the regular daily expenses.  And then I have to figure out what the heck I'm going to do next...i have this idea in my strange old head that I need to learn to sew so I could make things like bags to sell. It's always been a pipedream of mine to start my own business. I just could never pinpoint what exactly.  And I like working with my hands, creating things.  The question is, can I start something and actually survive? I was feeling nauseaus and gagging all day yesterday, I think because I'm stressing about not having a job, and also maybe because my hubby was leaving for England that night for 10 days.  It was weird going to bed with the hubby not there. 

Last night, I took the little man out to dinner for my friend's birthday: 10 adults plus 1 child. We went to a restaurant called Le Philosophe on Bond St in Manhattan.   It was a 3 hour long dinner and he got a bit tired and bored after maybe 1.5 hours.  But aside from  insisting on climbing up and down the stairs several times, he was very good and passed out on my shoulder by the time dessert was being served (which took a long time  for them to bring out by the way)...um..although he didn't eat anything but bread and pomme frites. I had Hake for dinner and he refused to even try it.  He seems to be getting more and more finicky these days. I must admit it was a bit salty anyway.  The fries were good.  I tasted someone's bone marrow and that was more flavorful than expected which was good. I even tried some pig  trotter. It didn't taste like pork at all.  I'm not sure what to make of it.  My friend's lobster thermador was sweet and tasty.  For dessert, the profiterole was pretty good.  We also had chocolate mousse but I didn't eat it properly. There was a layer of passion fruit mousse on the bottom layered with a very intense chocolate mousse on top. Each time I tasted it, I got one or the other and seperately the flavors were not really the most pleasant.  Melded together, however, it balanced each other out, but it just made me ask why do that in the first place? Why not just have a really awesome tasting  plain chocolate mousse? Ah well, it was a good night overall just to see friends I hardly see anymore. It did disrupt the baby's schedule but it doesn't happen often.  Was it worth the back breaking stroller carrying up and down the subway stairs? That's something you  just have to learn to live with living in a place called NYC. Or next time I should  maybe cab it home.