Here are some things that I did yesterday:

- Spend approximately six hours sitting in rainy traffic while driving to and from the ear, nose, and throat specialist in New Haven;

- Spill a milkshake on my leg while trying to never ever ever pause the french-fry delivery system from Mom to Back Seat, because the iPad did not charge and that is very bad when you are in the car for six hours with a toddler;

This is Kendrick trying to show me something called a “Heisman Pose” prior to us leaving for our Sunday-afternoon HowAboutWe date to see the Jets play the Saints at MetLife Stadium. (Upon review of this photo, I see that the point is to actually pretend that you are holding a football and not doing the can-can. I’m sure you’re shocked to discover that I am not particularly well-versed in such topics.)

My feelings about football games are similar to my feelings about Homeland. It looks like people really enjoy it and I’m sure I’d like it if I got into it, but I can’t really get past the fact that it seems like it’d kind of be…not my thing, exactly.

But I do enjoy hot dogs and beer, and I do have fond memories of the five minutes in my life that I previously spent at a football game (a brief foray away from the tailgate area during a Harvard-Yale game back in 2002), and so when I saw the Jets game in the HowAboutWe DateBook I thought: oh, sure. Let’s give a day at the stadium a shot.

One of the hardest things for me to learn over the past two years is how to let the list go once in awhile. I've always been this way - a checker-offer, an on-to-the-next-thing person - and while that can be a good thing in some ways (especially if you're self-employed)...I can't tell you how many nights I've woken up at 2A.M., thought back on the day, and thought to myself: god, I wish I had just stopped moving moving moving for a second and been there. 

It makes me crazy sometimes, how much I want to slow the clocks.

Yesterday afternoon I took Indy to the playground - way too late: it was almost dark, and we were supposed to be at a friend's house for a playdate in just a few minutes. But on the way into the supermarket to pick up a few things for dinner he spotted the park across the street and said, "Playground?" and I thought...

Groceries can wait.

Now this is my kind of Saturday night.

First, I tried out a new recipe for homemade meatballs that included...

BACON.

I crowd-sourced on Twitter for suggestions (thank you to everyone who sent one over!) and ended up going with a slightly modified version of Martha Stewart's Mini Meatballs: