If you live in the Bay Area, LA, Orange County, Portland, Seattle, or Chicago--I strongly encourage you to get on board.
Before I go on, I must stress that Imperfect Produce is NOT paying me to say any of this, nor rewarding me for writing this. At the end, if I've convinced you and you decide to sign up, you're free to use my referral link and I'll get a discount off of my next order...but you don't have to!
Okay, back to ImPro, as it abbreviates itself. The idea of the company is simply that too much perfectly good produce (both conventional and organic) is going to waste just because it doesn't meet the visual standards of most grocery stores. The produce ImPro sends your way is either too small or too big, too misshapen, or too blemished to sell well at your local grocer. ImPro advertises that they sell for 30-50% less than what you'd pay in store.
So, does this mean that the product is 30-50% worse than what you'd buy normally? Not in my experienc…
Here's the story of Sam's birth. Nothing queasy-making, don't worry. Unless you hate the word "dilated"...in which case, don't bother.
This pregnancy was my most trying one. The entire first trimester (plus the fourth month) was full of nausea and vomiting multiple times a day. Months five and six of the second trimester were a welcome reprieve. The third trimester was full of the usual aches, pains, and for the last month, early labor! It wasn't the usual Braxton-Hicks kind of contractions (although those were present, too): these were real contractions which would last for an hour or two and make me wonder, "Is this the real thing?" And then, they'd quit. They were true signs of labor, because at my weekly appointments for three weeks running I went from 1 to 2 to 3 cm dilated. Progress was being made, but slowly and with lots of "false alarms."
Week 38 arrived and I went in for my weekly checkup. My regular OB was on …
As I uploaded photos from my camera onto my computer (how very last decade of me!), I was reminded that I never posted any photos from Max's birthday party at the end of March. So here we go, a photo-dense birthday party extravaganza!
Heading back to the end of March, when Max turned 5 and requested a Pokemon themed birthday party. Pokemon are yuuuuge around here with all three kids. If you had told me in the mid 90s--when Pokemon was new and I watched the occasional episode with my little brother and baby sister--that I'd be hosting a Pokemon party for my own children, I don't think I would have believed that the show would have such staying power. But it has, and here we are.
I have a few rules to birthday party survival.
1. Keep the party short.
2. Keep the guest list very short.
3. Keep the schedule of events simple and the games easy.
The games at Max's party were not entirely thematic. Donut bite had no relation to Pokemon whatsoever, but it was very …