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I should be sewing

I talked to Aunt Judy yesterday and she told me that the quilt tops I’m sending her way are next on her list, which means I need to get my butt in gear and, you know, actually send them.  Which further means (check out my amazing reasoning skills) that I need to finish the one, rather than just gaze lovingly at the stack of fabric on my sewing shelf. But that would be too easy, wouldn’t it?  So instead I’ll just sit here and piddlefart around and eat grapes until Simon wakes up (at which point I’ll kick it into gear and start sewing.  Promise ;-))

 

I just cut myself a thick slice of that bread from Tuesday’s dough pic, but then completely neglected to take a photo before slathering it in Nutella and cramming it in my gaping maw. So, sorry.  But also yum.  Seriously, go check that out if you want a hearty-yet-soft bread recipe.

 

Speaking of food (since apparently that’s all I’m capable of at the moment), have you seen the Italian Wonderpot recipe going around Facebook lately?  It really seems too good to be true.  So in the name of Science!, last night I made it for dinner.  Here’s an awful picture just a few minutes before it was ready to serve (you let it simmer down until most of  the liquid is evaporated/thickened):

That’s a horribly unappetizing picture, I know, but the actual dinner was pretty good.  I used whole wheat spaghetti instead of fettuccini, and stirred in some garlic chicken sausage that I’d browned in my cast iron, just before serving.  Our family’s consensus was that it was all right, but grossly under-seasoned (this even after I upped all the seasonings).  Next time I think I’ll used Trader Joe’s diced and fire-roasted tomatoes instead of plain diced tomatoes, will add more salt, and maybe 16 oz of spinach instead of just 8 oz (the benefit of 8 oz, though, is that I could convincingly tell Jeff the green flecks were just herbs ;-)).  I also think it would be good with Trader Joe’s basil linguine.  But all in all it was a good, easy weeknight dinner (with enough leftovers to keep us in lunches for a week!).  Add a side of roasted asparagus and a good salad and you’re set.

 

Yesterday during the day we made our pilgrimage up to Cleveland for Trader Joe’s, and my total was about 1/3 less than usual (even though I bought the ingredients for 10-12 meals, just like always).  Part of that is because they didn’t have a few things on my list, but mostly I think it’s because I’m a lot less inclined to dawdle and loiter and browse when I have a tiny tornado pushing the shopping cart than when he’s snugly wrapped on my back.  He was OMG SUPER NOT INTERESTED in making the trek home, though, and I didn’t feel like facing a 35-minute car ride of screaming, so we hit up Panera for soup and a bagel (and then a diaper and some boobies) before heading back down to Akron.  He slept in the car but only fitfully: overall, definitely not his most satisfying morning.  I think it may make more sense to do subsequent adventures in the late afternoon (bonus: then Jeff can haul in the groceries when he gets home from work.)

 

Today was the penultimate storytime of the late-winter session, and it was a little bit smaller group than usual.  Possibly not coincidentally, Simon warmed up a lot more quickly than he has in weeks past.  Today he was actually brave enough to dance with the librarian for a moment, and grab his own shaker out of the music basket.  Progress!  He even pitched a fit when it was time to leave, which was embarrassing but also sort of reassuring.  The librarian is going to be out on maternity leave starting in May, and with Garfunkel coming in July the spring session may be our last.  I’ll miss it!

 

After a quick stop at Chipotle for a mama-baby date, we went to a new kids’ consignment shop that just opened a few weeks ago (the owner is a young mom who’s been advertising it on the Facebook baby/kids resale group I follow).  She had a pretty large amount of stock, but nothing much that I felt we needed, and most everything was WalMart/Target brands anyway. I got him one little Gymboree shirt for this summer, but think I’ll have to head back down to Once Upon a Child (down in Canton) for a few other things he needs.

 

Well this one isn’t going to win any “fascinating blog post” awards, is it?  Have a sleepy Simon by way of apology:

 

And now, of course, he’s awake and I’ve got to get my butt off the couch.  Until next time!

Now it’s official

We told our families last week and posted it on Facebook on Sunday, but it’s not official until The Blog knows:

Simon is going to be a big brother! 🙂

We’re about 16 weeks pregnant (found out on Nov. 21), which means we’re looking at a late July-ish arrival date.  So far this pregnancy is super easy like my last one, complicated only by the fact that it’s about ten times more exhausting to chase around a toddler than to sit at a desk all day.  We found a great midwife who really jives with our philosophy (which is lucky; there aren’t many home birth midwives in Ohio, much less ones who actually bring medical supplies to births and have a friendly working relationship with docs at the local hospital in the event of transfer).  Simon still doesn’t really get what’s going on, but that’s to be expected since he’s so young.  We’re reading lots of books on the topic and I’m going to get him a baby doll at Target, but I doubt he’ll really get it until Hoopling #2 (temporarily called Garfunkel, naturally) actually shows up.

So yay babies!

Our weekend was pretty good.  Friday after Simon’s ped checkup we had lunch with Jeff, then Simes and I went to Canton and got him some clothes for spring at Once Upon a Child, and a few maternity pieces for myself (most of my things from last time aren’t nursing-friendly). We went up to Cleveland on Saturday because Jeff needed some work clothes and I was out of my LUSH face wash stuff.  Definitely not our most exciting adventure, but Simes got some quality Tula Time with his Daddy and I got a change of scenery from Akron for a bit, so it’s all good.  I ran a few errands by myself on Sunday, which was LUXURY.  I missed having someone to talk to as I pushed my cart around Target, but it was nice to browse in peace and not spend my time supervising the wee one as he pushes the shopping cart or tries to wander away.  I treated myself to popcorn and a Diet Coke to make it a real escape 😀  We turned on the football game Sunday night, but we’re not really a football house so it was more about the commercials and halftime show than the stupid game.

I know it’s not quite the same, but I feel compelled to insert this here:

And I suppose that I am Moss in that scenario.  Goody.

Mr. Cuteness was in rare form yesterday morning:

He was rolling grapes all over the high chair.  Apparently it has juuuust a hint of a slant to it, so he was “racing” them, shooting them like pool balls, the whole nine yards.  I made a video but, in true toddler fashion, he stopped as soon as the camera came out:

After breakfast we actually went BACK up to Cleveland to hunt down a couple fabrics that my local JoAnn doesn’t carry, then stopped by a quilt shop in Hudson that I’d heard good things about.  I got a few half-yard lengths for my stash.  Maybe to go into Garfunkel’s quilt; maybe not.

I’d love to tell you all about what I’m working on right now, but it must remain secret for a while yet.  But it’s going to be awesome!  HINT:

And no, I promise you on my great-great-great grandmother’s grave that it has nothing to do with Garfunkel.  For serious.  (Just like last time, we’re not finding out if it’s a boy or girl)

Since driving all over northeast Ohio seems to be my hobby as of late, today we went down to Canton for some lunch and shopping with Kathy.  We went to this place called The Flower Factory, which is a closeout store sort of like a Michael’s-meets-HomeGoods.  I can’t show you any pictures of my finds yet because they’re in the car and I’m lazy (HONESTY), but I got a couple delicious candles, some seasonal decorations for next fall and winter, and a few random craft supplies.  All told, we spent about two hours wandering around just looking at everything.  That place is like a dream!  I can’t wait to go back 🙂

Here’s one pic that I grabbed in the store:

Just aisle after aisle of heavily discounted seasonal stuff, decor, craft supplies, party items, and (I wish I’d gotten a picture of this) disposable “spa thongs”.  Needless to say, I stocked up.  I hate having to re-use my spa thongs.

We enjoyed a long lunch and catch-up session at Max and Erma’s, and Simon got some quality attention that he is sooooooo desperately lacking (or so he says).  We’re so lucky to have a friend in Kathy! ❤

My little dragon also got the awesomest present ever:  his very own castle!

Kathy, he has had SO much fun playing with it, ever since he woke up from his nap!   Thank you SO SO SO MUCH.

Apparently the king needed a kiss:

In our version, the DRAGON is the master and sits on the throne:

OK well somebody is staring at me and shaking an empty snack dish my direction, so I believe I’m being summoned.  Have a great evening, everyone!

Don’t get used to it

Making good on my half-assed attempt to get back in the swing of blogging.  As promised, I’m sitting here with a sleeping Simon upstairs and a cup of tea.  And a caramel bar. (Ssh!)

 

We had a pretty quiet afternoon yesterday.  Lots of stories (Pigs to the Rescue!) and building with bristle blocks.  Nothing too big.  Oh, and of course music time 😉

(I just realized his eyes look crossed there.  I promise, they’re not.)

 

I’m lucky that Jeff doesn’t travel for work any more frequently than he does, but it still sucks when he does go.  The evenings just aren’t right without him around!  But I wanted to keep as much of our routine as we could anyway, so I cooked a quick dinner (rather than defaulting to grilled cheese or PB&J, as is my wont).  And then, because Jeff wasn’t around to go spastic about the inevitable mess, Simon and I decided to practice our fork skills:

Watching him wrangle one the size of his arm convinced me to order a kid-sized set off Amazon; it should arrive tomorrow.

 

Once I got Simon down I settled in with some mango tea and knitting and Netflix, which was nice, but I’d rather have been bitching about Jeff monopolizing the TV with MLB ’13 😉

 

As predicted, I did not sleep at ALL last night.  Not only am I quite certain there are burglars lurking about the neighborhood and squirrels with machetes in the attic, but Simon has really kicked up his night nursing.  Jeff and I are hoping to get him sleeping in his own bed before too long (our double bed is just too small for two adults and a toddler) but with him still needing the boobs every hour I’m not sure how that’s going to work out.  I don’t mind nursing him down, but I’d love it if he could settle himself during subsequent wakeups.  We shall see.

 

This morning I got up and looked around the house and thought “I cannot spend one more entire day here.  No sirree.”  So after breakfast we loaded up.  Due to it being -4* right now, all the schools are closed.  So I figured that the library, fast food playplaces and mall play areas are all probably MADHOUSES, and I really don’t want either of us to get knocked down with another cold yet, so I decided to steer clear of kid places and go to Salvation Army and Home Depot instead (lol).  So we went to SA and I got a big blanket to throw down as a fingerpainting drop cloth, and a couple kids’ books (including a paperback of The Midwife’s Apprentice.  I loved that book in 3rd-4th grade.  Do y’all remember it?)  Then in Home Depot we wandered around a bit and looked at all the big things and guys with flat trolleys full of lumber, and I’m sure it made Simon feel very grown-up and manly.  A quick run into Aldi for blueberries and then West Point Market for fancy cheese and a cup of soup (talk about grocery-shopping whiplash!), and we’re back home.  And no one got frostbite and I won’t be chasing the dog around our hedge maze with an axe.  Win-WIN-win.

 

Now I’m out of caramel bar, and Simon is still conked out.  I don’t know what was in that cookie that the bakery lady at West Point Market gave Simon (quaaludes?), but I ain’t complainin’.  To the knitting!

 

Happy Tuesday, y’all.  Stay warm!

 

 

4 to go!

I should be packing, not sitting on my butt eating cold mac and cheese and icy Diet Coke.  BUT LOOK AT ME GO.

 

Part of it is because Simes is asleep in the bedroom, and I’ve learned the hard way that I really cannot pack while he’s napping.  The RRRIIIIIIPPPPPP of the packing tape, the clanging of pots and pans – it wakes him right up.  So instead I shall sit on my ass and knit a knee sock and talk at y’all.

 

We’ve had a busy morning.  Drove Jeff to work since I packed his bike pump (after he pumped his tires, TYVM) but his front tire isn’t holding air.  So this is my penance for being on top of things. 😛  Then Simon had a pediatrician’s appointment way up in Pasadena – just a quick jab for his flu shot.    After that, I decided to reward myself that he barely cried (shut up, there’s logic there).  So I went into this coffee shop by the pediatrician’s office, feeling all righteous and “lah de DA look at me not going to Starbucks!  I’m supporting a local business! Hurr durr durr”.

 

My reward was a creepy little place that was empty at 10:00am, a green tea smoothie made from powder + ice + milk, and (I noticed in the bakery case on my way out) a spot of mold on the displayed muffins.

I will not be going back.

 

As I’ve been doing these last-minute errands before the move, knowing full well I’ll never see any of the people I interact with ever again, I’ve been saying little goodbyes inside my head:  “So long, Brenda the receptionist at the vet’s office!”  “Goodbye, bank teller lady who always compliments my wraps!”  “Rudy! Our favorite photographer at JC Penney!  Farewell!”  It’d be pretty damn lame to actually say goodbye to any of these people – like they know me from a hole in the wall anyway – but I still feel the need to inwardly commemorate the occasion.

 

I’m also doing it to places:  “Au revoir, stupid weird intersection!”  “Adios, Target Starbucks that always screws up my chai!”  “Sayonara, mail drop box that looks like it wants to give me tetanus!”

 

Probably should see about adjusting the ol’ meds, eh?

 

I’ll end with a couple pictures from Simon’s 1-year session.  It continues to baffle me how I managed to create something so stinkin’ beautiful.

(My real kid – the one with the lazy eye and mole-y skin and lank hair – is probably still waiting to be picked up at the St. Mary’s NICU.)

 

(I love that one.  A grandma in the waiting room nearly had a heart attack when we took it. :-D)

 

So dignified!

 

That last one reminds me so much of Jeff’s official clerk portrait:

So maybe Simon’s not a NICU switcheroo after all. 😛

 

Time to stop dredging apple slices in Greek yogurt and get to work.  TO ZEE KUH-NITTINK!

 

Are we sick of talking about moving yet?

FIRST ORDER OF BUSINESS.  Simon was being so cute in the TJ’s parking lot this afternoon, and for once it actually occurred to me to take a picture.  Look at this baby!

Jeez louise.  I love him.  That arm!  The furrowed brow!  So cool.

 

And then Serious Baby disappeared, and Mischievous Baby took over:

I need to eat him.

 

I really want to gussy up one (or both) of those pictures, or maybe meme the first one, but my brain is completely bereft of witty ideas (for once :-P).

 

Any suggestions for funny captions?

 

Enough gushing.  I just like him, ‘s all.

 

Yesterday afternoon I *tried* to work on packing, but he really wasn’t making it easy.  He hasn’t gotten as much interactive play time as he needs lately, and it’s just not the same when I spend 2 minutes making block towers for him to knock over, and then 20 minutes feeding him raisins while loading books into boxes.  Putting on Guster and dancing around helped, but I think I’m going to mostly take this afternoon off of packing and focus on good playtime with him.

 

We went up to the U-Haul store this morning to buy some boxes (I’ve been collecting as many as I can find, and some of our neighbors have given us some, but it’s never enough…).  I also caved and bought a package of newsprint.  Which pisses me off because I should be able to find it free somewhere, but I called all the libraries and stuff and none of them recycle their old newspapers.  I told Jeff I feel like we’re fancy people now, all buyin’ our boxes and packing supplies.  Well lah-de-DA!

 

I’ve gotta skedaddle.  Simes is asleep on the bed (I’m watching him via Skype), and I’d like to put away my groceries and maybe stitch for a bit before he wakes up.

 

10 days!

Of course

Happy New Year! I have so much fun stuff to share from the past couple weeks – our trip to Kansas City, adventures here in LA, even a couple super exciting gifts I made and received.

 

But I know that those posts are no fun without pictures, and all my pictures are conveniently located on my phone, which is tucked under my pillow, in the bedroom.  Which may as well be a million miles away, as I am in the living room stuck under a cuddly sleeping baby (woe is me!).  Under normal circumstances I’d take a picture of the cuddly sleeping baby as proof, upload it to my Flickr, and post it right here:

 

But that obviously won’t work.

 

So once again, the universe conspires against me.  ::shakes fist at the gods::  CURSE YOUUUUUUU!!!

 

Instead, how about some random little picture-less bullet points? (I know it ain’t the same)

 

~Last night Roxie knocked my laptop from the ottoman while leaping enthusiastically onto the couch.  Luckily the laptop is OK, but its carefully curated keyboard-crumb equilibrium was disturbed.  So now I have to press extra hard and am rewarded with sporadic gritty crunch noises.  You know what I’m talking about, because deep down (between “D” and “F”), you’re a disgusting human too.

 

~When we were packing for Kansas City, I didn’t have much room for real books so I just resolved to read on my iPad the whole time.  Usually I consider iPad reading to be a last resort occupation (after every SkyMall is perused and every cuticle is picked), but I think I may finally be warming up to it.  It’s so much easier to finagle when I’ve got Little Dude tucked into a wrap on my chest, and it’s great to be able to read in a dark bedroom at night.  This might work.  (But until they create an “old book glue” scented iPad cover, I’ll never fully stray from beloved print.

 

~Jeff gave me yarn for Christmas.  He’s a good man.  I think I’ll make a cardigan of it, and it’ll be my first project for *me* in nearly a year.  Whee!

 

~I just joined Adagio Tea, and you should too.  I feel a bit goofy endorsing the company before my first order even arrives, but what can I say?  Their website is really snappy and a bunch of my Twitter peeps love it.  I will undertake to test their products, and report back.  In the meantime, here’s a $5 gift certificate code you can use until 11:00PST, 1/5/13: 9005772477.  You should order some too and tell me what you think 😀

 

~When my teas arrive, the neighbor mamas and I are going to have a tea sampling party.  I’m going to make this delicious goat cheese stuff (which is my most favorite snack ever, especially with TJ’s multigrain pita crisps), and maybe cranberry bread.  NOM.

 

~After a painstaking and arduous 5 1/2 months of daily testing, I think I’ve finally decided on my favorite babywearing methods.  I need to do a big proper post about this – with pictures!  I am excite.  (When we were at my aunt’s house last week, my 14-year-old cousin saw the wrap I had Simon in.  She asked if I’ll buy her one when she has a baby, and I emphatically said “Yes!  Of course!  You’ll love it!  But that better not be anytime soon.”  Then I added a patented Johnson Family Glare, just to show I’m serious.  But anyway – apparently babywearing is all the rage with teenagers these days (am I finally cool?!))

 

~Speaking of “finally cool”, I decided to join 2007 and bought a pair of skinny jeans.  They’re Levis like my beloved boot-cuts, they make my ass look awesome and I’ve sworn on a stack of Frye boxes to ONLY ever wear them tucked into boots. Because otherwise I look like a walking blue ice cream cone, and that is not what I would consider desirable.

 

That’s enough rambling.  And this kid is STILL asleep! Guess he’s still catching up from the excitement of Kansas City 🙂

Just a moment ago

We joke that Simon’s name for me is “Boobs” (his name for Jeff is, of course, “Daddy”).  “Boobs and Daddy”: the two big people he lives with.

 

Me: I’m going to go eat breakfast and shower. Let me know if he squawks and I don’t hear it.

Jeff: I shall amplify his squawking for you, to convey his true intent.

Me (as Simon):  “BOOOOOOOOOOOBS!!!  Goddamnit Boobs, get in here!”

Jeff (as Simon): “Where’s mah milk, mothafucka?!”

Me (as Simon): “I’m fuckin’ starving! Jeez!”

Jeff (as Simon): “Boobs! In here! Now!”

 

I’m pretty sure this is in all the parenting books…

PS>Yes, Mom, we’ll stop cursing around him long before he understands what curse words are.