Thursday, March 29, 2012

The Crib Has Changed Hands


Henry has WILLINGLY surrendered his crib to Maggie. 
He sleeps in Big Boy Bed.
At naptime.
All night.
Every night.
It's amazingly good fortune.
He got out of bed ONE time. I put him back in bed, explained that we don't get out of bed, we wait until we wake up, and then call Mommy.
That was it. Since then he has NOT ONE TIME gotten out of his bed.
Do not ask me for tips. I have no idea how it worked so well. 
It just... did. 
He just... did it.
Well, he and Big Boy Special Bear.
And I am ever so thankful.

Cribbie now belongs to Maggie.
It is decked out in pink & green & animal prints & polka dots.
Maggie takes naps in cribbie during the day.
She sleeps in cribbie when we put both she & Henry to bed at 7.
Then, I tiptoe in around 10:30, sneak her out of the crib for one last feeding before I go to bed....

AND THEN I WIMP OUT, YOU GUYS! I'm too afraid to put her BACK in the crib becuase she is still waking up to eat once (sometimes twice... stupid growth spurt) in the middle of the night. And I am so afraid that she will wake up Henry when she wakes up crying, and the idea of TWO CRYING CHILDREN IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT makes me want to curl up in the fetal position and cry. But then there would be THREE crying children, and that's not helping anything.

So, instead, she's still sleeping in the Pack & Play beside our bed at night. And it's FINE. I know, no big deal, let her sleep there, calm down, chillax, you tight-A helicopter mother.

But, here's the thing. I don't think she's EVER going to drop her middle of the night feeding while she's sleeping in our room. NEVER, EVER, EVER. Because, I'm pretty sure she can smell me. 

And apparently, I smell like snacktime.

Wednesday, March 28, 2012



Maggie is old enough to sit in the Bumpo seat!
That Bumpo...
it's just... just so...

Of course, it does help that I have the cutest baby.

Also, TANK TOPS FOR BABIES. More, please.

ADDENDUM: THIS JUST IN, apparently, It's called a BumBo seat, not BumPo. Sure, sure, it's printed in GIANT letters, right there on the FRONT of the Bumbo seat that I've owned for OVER TWO YEARS.
Apparently, details are not my forte.
I'm leaving the post as is, however, because I feel that it is should stand as a testament to the way that motherhood has eroded my once very capable brain.

Tuesday, March 27, 2012

MaCafine Banket

This is the blanket that Mary Catherine knit for Henry before he was born.  It's really lightweight, so it's his warm weather blanket. I got it out of the closet last week to put it on his bed, (that's right, HIS BED, more to come on that front later,) and he proceeded to grab it away from me, rub his face in it, and then carry it around the house for 48 hours straight.
"MaCafine banket. MaCafine make for Baby Hendy. Where Ma Cafine? I see her?"

Did you guys know that MaCafine, I mean, Mary Catherine is getting married in a few months?
She is. (I do not have a dress yet. Pray for me.)

Did you guys know that Mary Catherine came and lived with us for almost 2 months after Henry was born, and took care of Henry so that I could go back to work?
She did.  (It was awesome. We watched a lot of TV. I want her to come back.)

Did you guys know that Mary Catherine and I shared a room when we were growing up?
We did. (I was terrible. A terrible, terrible human being. It's amazing we're still friends.)

Did you guys know that Mary Catherine used to have a GIANT sticker collection that she kept in a FIREPROOF LOCK BOX under her bed?
She did. (Becuase stickers are the greatest treasure. Right MC?)

Now, if I can just figure out how to work that sticker box into the Maid of Honor toast...

Monday, March 26, 2012


It's about time he earned his keep.

Also, on the same visit to Nana & Papa's (David's parents) house; here's Maggie surrounded by her cousins:
 And here's Sweet Potato on the back deck, sunning in her hot pink bikini:
Don't worry, I cropped the bikini out.  For modesty.

Friday, March 23, 2012

Overheard At A PlayDate

"Yes, I know it's your special toy and it's so hard to share it. But we always share our toys, even our special ones. Because (friend) is even MORE special than your special toy. (Friend) is a person and your doll is a toy, and people are ALWAYS more important than things."


People are always more important than things.

Hey crafty friends, can one of you please cross stitch that on a pillow for me? I'd be much obliged.

Thursday, March 22, 2012

Camera Dump

I keep an old point and shoot camera in the diaper bag.  I don't use it very often anymore, because it's been replaced by Big FancyPants Camera. I love, love, love Big FancyPants Camera with all my heart. Even though I barely know how to use half the functions, I still love it, and aspire to one day learn how to use it thoroughly and well. BUT, despite all its lovely qualities there are two drawback to the Big FancyPants camera.

1. Big FancyPants is Big. So it's not always reasonable to lug around with me.
2. Big FancyPants is Fancy. So sometimes I'm scared to take it with me.

So, I'm glad I have 'Lil Cheapo (the old camera) as my backup.
(What, you guys don't name your cameras? That's weird.)

Another perk of the backup camera is that I often forget about it for long stretches of time, and then when I finally pull it out, it's like getting SURPRISE BONUS PICTURES that I totally forgot I even took!

I emptied the memory card yesterday, and found a lovely smattering of pictures from 2011, pre-Maggie. Here are a few of them, for posterity, and for your viewing pleasure:

I call this one, Big Boy, Tiny Hat.
This was the day The Tide opened and a couple girlfriends and I took our kids to go ride it. It was so crowded, we basically had to run people over to get our strollers off the train. But, otherwise, superduper fun.
I know EXACTLY when this was. Henry was 18 months old. He was sitting at the table doing friggin' ARTS & CRAFTS while STRAPPED into his booster seat with his mother RIGHT BESIDE HIM. He wedged his foot up against the table, kicked the chair backward, split the back of his head open, and shaved 10 years off of his mother's life.

One trip to the CHKD emergency room.
Two staples in the back of his sweet baby head.
Three pictures to commemorate the experience.
It was an absolutely terrible horrible no good very bad day. But, dang if he doesn't look cute in those pictures.

Reading with Papa Boss.
Reading with Dada.
The Beach!
Sand is awesome.
Oh, hey Frank. Lose your dignity somewhere out there?
Bert & Ernie! AND A FIRETRUCK! Does life GET any better?
A day at the playground.

And, just for 'look-how-much-we've-grown' reference, here's Henry at the playground behind the library just this week.
My, oh, my. Look how much we've grown!
(Also, he calls that look 'Blue Steel.')

Wednesday, March 21, 2012

Look! I'm a Food Blogger!

I love to cook.

I do not love to clean up.
I do not know how to style food or photograph food.
I do not like to decorate my food or otherwise arrange it fancifully.
I do not like to use ingredients that are not readily available to me.
I do not care at all about the history or origen of a food.
And, I don't really like baking that much. Just cooking.

So, I know that I'm not REALLY a food blogger.
But, I do love to cook.
OH, and eat. I love to eat.

But humor me, just for today, and go make this soup. I know, I know, its almost like summer outside and soup's a fall/winter thing, blah, blah, blah. Just go make it. It's light, bright, and surprisingly springy.

You can thank me later.

Spicy Sweet Potato & Coconut Soup (adapted from here)


2 lb (about 3-4 lg) sweet potatoes
2 chicken breasts, cooked & shredded, or about 1/3-1/2 a rotisserie chicken, roughly chopped
1 T sesame oil, plus more for drizzling
1 large onion, chopped
1 (2in) piece of fresh ginger root, very thinly sliced (or diced, if you prefer)
2 T red curry paste (use less if you don’t like the heat. wimp.)
1 (15 oz) can unsweetened coconut milk
3 cups of chicken (or vegetable) broth
Juice of 1 large lemon
1 t sea salt
chopped fresh cilantro

1. Preheat the oven to 400 degrees F (200 degrees C). Place the sweet potatoes directly on the rack and bake until a knife slides through, about 45 - 60 min. Remove from the oven and allow to cool.
2. Heat the oil in a large saucepan or soup pot over medium heat. Add the onion and ginger; cook and stir until just beginning to caramalize, about 10 minutes. Stir in the curry paste and heat for 1 minute, then whisk in the coconut milk and broth. Bring to a boil, then reduce heat to low and simmer for about 5 minutes.
3. Remove the skins from the sweet potatoes and cut into bite size chunks. I like to mash half of them  to make the soup thicker and creamier. But if you like a thinner broth, just leave them all in chunks. Add sweet potatoes and chicken to the soup and cook for 5 more minutes so they really soak up the flavor. Stir in lemon juice and season with salt. (Be generous with the lemon juice! If your lemons are small use two, and don't you DARE use that crap in the bottle.) Ladle into bowls and garnish with a drizzle of sesame oil and a big 'ol pile of cilantro.

**If you want this to be vegetarian, you can totally leave out the chicken. It is equally delicious without it. But, we usually have leftover chicken in the fridge, and I think adding it really turns the soup into a one-dish meal. Which is awesome.

Tuesday, March 20, 2012


Because baby carrots are for wussies.
'Ya wussie.

(You may have noticed that we're in a 'no shirt, no shoes, no problem' phase over here... have I mentioned that I like to pick my battles? Well, I do, and Henry likes to take his shirt off after nap. So everyone just get used to Hank, the Shirtless Wonder.)

Saturday, March 17, 2012


Dear Saturday Morning,
You are my favorite out of all the mornings.

Friday, March 16, 2012

The Things Maggie Needs.

Henry loves it when Maggie is in the swing.

Recently, he's been insisting that she have all her special baby toys, "to pay wif. Maggie neeeeed it."
This includes her wrist rattles & feety rattles, (thanks Jan!)
her special taggy blanket, (thanks Catherine!)

and often a book or two. (thanks Chels!)

Sometimes it's a lot.
Mostly she's okay with it.

Thursday, March 15, 2012

Photo of the Week

His anatomy needs a little brushing up, but he's pretty much got the idea.

(Alternate caption: "I feedin' baby milk. I busy.")

(Alternate caption: My husband is only slightly worried.)